#never become a writer for television pls

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

Whenever I leave tumblr to look at HOA “theories” and “cool ideas” elsewhere, I’m shocked by how…. dumb people are LOL

[seongminiz]

hello my luv!! ngl i was laughing my ass off when i found out seongmin had beat taeyoung’s horse cock allegations😭😭 but like picture this.. you’re taeyoung’s best friend who came along that exact video and decided to tease him over it when he came for movie night.

“better shut your mouth before i shove it in to shut it for you”

also would it be alright if i could become 🫙 anon? much love to youu🤍🤍🤍

(not me turning this into a whole ass fic help)(n ofc u can be 🫙 anon !!)

review : ★★☆☆☆ , not that big tbh

minors dni ; ~1.7k words

warnings not proof read its like 3am i'll fix this in the morning , dom taeyoung , bratty reader , rlly lighthearted unserious n kinda fluffy , oral (m rec) , unprotected sex :3 (its not a jo seongminiz fic without it tbh) , creampie , big dick taeyoung :') , bulge kink n a little of size kink ig ? idk taeyoung refers to reader as tiny in one instance , liiittle bit of dumbification , i used the words cock n dick so much in this they dont even feel like real words anymore send help , some of the dialog is kinda cringe sawrry abt that , the whole smut part is cringe tbh im going to set myself on fire how am i a smut writer that doesn't know how to write smut

note no bc the way they were talking abt cock n balls on national television like CAN WE HAVE SOME DECORUM PLS anyways ! THE WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN CURED Y'ALL cant believe it took taeyoung having a small dick to fix this i love ur brain anon bc like .. YES . i can picture this so well . n i am NAWT letting the taeyoung monster cock agenda go no matter what seongmin says ik hes lyingggg

deep down u know what seongmin said was nothing more than a joke with barely any truth to it. it's not like you're unfamiliar with taeyoung's size, having your fair experience of accidentally rubbing ur ass against him while you were cuddling one too many times and causing some awfully awkward accidents because of it.

still, teasing taeyoung is wayyy more fun than acknowledging any of that. and for once, actually grinding down on him to get a reaction while you're cuddled up on your couch, watching a shitty movie you picked randomly, is fun too.

you can clearly feel taeyoung's bulge growing, just as you can feel him trying to move behind you to make it a little better (and ultimately making it worse each time), and you can hear the way his breath gets heavier by the minute, trying to stifle a few whines here and there you want to hear more of so badly.

when you 'innocently' grind against him once more under the pretense of stretching, taeyoung's last weak bit of restraint is gone. he groans, a hand firmly gripping your hips to hold you in place and finally stop your cruel shenanigans.

'can you stop that?' taeyoung asks, voice strained. 'stop what?' you look behind you and up at him, eyes wide in the fakest innocent expression you can come up with.

'you know what i'm talking about, you're...' he sits up, finally freeing himself from the close contact with you and quickly grabbing a pillow to hide his boner. you smirk to yourself, shaking your head as you sit up too. 'you're making me hard...' he finally says, lowering his voice so you can barely hear him over the movie playing.

'oh!' your expressions shifts to one of even faker concern, pouting a little. 'sorry about that. i didn't really feel anything, though, that's why i didn't notice...' you both know your explanation is bullshit. taeyoung knows that, he's sure of it even as you whisper something along the lines of 'i guess seongmin was right about it not being that big.'

still, he somehow finds himself trying to desperately defend his pride, barely managing to stutter out something about seongmin being a liar and how you both know you're just playing along with that whole bit for shits and giggles.

'am i?' you tilt your head to the side, keeping up your act as well as you can until the inevitable happens. 'you know, i've never really seen it, so how would i know? i guess until i do, i'll just have to trust seongmin on his word...'

for the first time that night, taeyoung actually laughs. 'if you wanted to see my dick that bad, you should've just asked,' he moves the pillow away, and you can finally shamelessly stare at his very obvious bulge as much as you want. taeyoung takes his sweet time with it , undoing the strings of his sweatpants and hooking his thumbs in the waistband before looking up at you, taking in your shocked expression and the way you're basically hypnotized by the sight of his still clothed cock.

because holy shit. you knew seongmin was just messing with him when he made that joke, you knew he was somewhat big, but this?

'this is a fucking monster cock what the fuck?'

the words leave your mouth before you can properly process them and, at the same time, with a quick motion taeyoung gets rid of both his sweatpants and boxers at once, finally snapping you out of your dick-induced trance.

just to have you plummet into an even worse one, probably. because not only is taeyoung's dick enormous, it also looks pretty as fuck.

'told you so,' he simply says, one of his hands gently lifting your chin so you can face him, his demeanor suddenly more serious. 'you're still okay with this, right?'

'of course,' you manage to say, breaking the heavy eye contact for a split second to steal yet another glance at taeyoung's dick. despite your voice shaking, and your actions not matching your words, you try to once again keep up that same act that brought you exactly where you are right now. 'plus, i was right, it's not even that big.'

'oh, really?' taeyoung's hand leaves your face and slides down to your shoulder, a silent command you follow with no objections, sliding off the couch and to your knees on the cold floor beneath you, right between his legs.

and face to face with his cock.

'let's hope it's at least big enough to shut you up, then,' taeyoung runs his hand through your hair, firmly gripping it 'maybe you'll be able to put your mouth to good use for once.'

at that moment, you genuinely wish taeyoung was smaller. because no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to be able to take all of him in your mouth, using your hand to cover the part you can't reach.

truth is, taeyoung isn't as relaxed as he would want to be either. the simple fact you can't take all of him is enough to rile him up even more, fighting the urge to just take charge and fuck your mouth like he really wants to.

'so much for it not being that big, huh?' his words come out weak, broken by small moans and whimpers in between them.

of course you don't- you can't reply to taeyoung's taunts, at least verbally, so you opt for trying to take him deeper. the action makes you gag, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. taeyoung almost cums right then and there, his resolve slowly crumbling and breaking down as he pulls you off of him.

after all, he has greater plans than just cumming down your throat. and if the way you whimper and rub your thighs together once he leaves your mouth empty is anything to go by, you do too.

taeyoung gently helps you up and back on the couch. his lips are immediately on yours, pulling you into a heated makeout as he gets rid of your shorts and underwear, sliding one hand between your legs to be met with your soaked cunt. you whine into the kiss, pulling away from him and grabbing on his wrist.

'don't tease me,' you complain. taeyoung wants to laugh at you. after all you've done and said, you are the one who doesn't want to be teased? if that's what you want, though...

'right, you said it's not that big anyways, you should be able to take it right away, no?'

what taeyoung didn't expect you to do was actually agree. you desperately nod, hand still wrapped around his wrist 'i can take it, please.'

or maybe you can't, but at this moment you'd rather die impaled on your best friend's cock than admit you were wrong, even when all the evidence - especially your own lived one - points to your defeat.

you definitely can't.

that's what you realize as taeyoung starts to push the head of his cock inside you and your eyes immediately fill with tears.

'fuck... you're so-'

'i'm not the problem here, you're just fucking big.' you cut him off. your head is spinning and, despite the pain, you can't deny how good you actually feel. how full you are, even as you look down and realize he's barely halfway inside of you.

you close your eyes, squeezing taeyoungs's hand. when did you even start holding it? you don't remember, probably somewhere between when you yelled at him to 'fucking slow down' and when you threatened to 'cut your dick off if you dare to cum before you're all the way in'.

luckily for taeyoung, your threats will have to wait and his cock - a national treasure at this point - will live to see another day.

now that he's fully buried inside your cunt, you can finally adjust to his size, slowly relaxing until it doesn't hurt (that much) anymore. 'you can move,' you say after a while, your hips bucking up in encouragement as taeyoungs's grip on your sides tightens.

'fucking finally, i thought i was going to die before i got to properly fuck you,' his joke and your laugh to it are short lived, cut off by the both of you moaning in unison as he starts picking up his pace.

you're so overwhelmed, you can feel taeyoung everywhere inside you, so deep you're pretty sure you should be dead at this point. you're grateful you're not, though, you're pretty sure if you were you wouldn't be able to feel the way the tip of his cock relentlessly bullies your sweet spot, paired with his fingers right on your clit and...

'fuck look at this,' you whine when the stimulation on your clit subsides, but your disappointment doesn't last long, taeyoung places that same hand on your lower stomach, pressing on the very evident bulge formed by taeyoungs's cock ramming inside you.

'but it's not that big right? fuck... maybe you're right, i might not be that big, maybe you're just too tiny for me.'

you moan at taeyoung's words, too far gone to properly process them as you mindlessly nod. 'aw, did i fuck you too dumb? can't think properly when i'm fucking you this good?' he coos at you, and you can't do anything but nod again.

'so full... going to cum,' you can barely speak before you're clenching down even more on his cock, cumming with no further warning.

if taeyoung wasn't about to cum before, he definitely is now, his hips picking up the pace even more as he helps you ride through your high and starts to overstimulate you chasing his own.

his dick twitches inside of you, and you swear you could almost cum again just from that, as his hips stutter and finally slow down, his cum filling you up.

you're both panting, trying to recover from probably the most mind blowing highs of your life.

when you make eye contact with taeyoung, he starts laughing again.

'what?' you ask.

'so? did i change your mind?'

you shrug, suppressing your own laugh 'eh, not really... it wasn't that big to be honest'

:3 thats it bye omg shitty ending everybody say thank u jo seongminiz

[paperstorm]

Ask yourself-

Is my name Jake Peralta-

CAUSE I’M ABOUT TO MONOLOGUE, SON!!!

They bungled the should we have a baby storyline on B99 SO BADLY- and this is a show that historically didn’t do that.

First- you cannot tell me that Jake had no idea that Amy very badly wanted children. There was a trajectory (not sure if this is the right word we shall see) hanging above their bed of where Amy wanted her career to go. Jake knew exactly when she wanted to become a sergeant by, when she expected to make lieutenant by- you can’t honestly say he knows all this and has ranked her levels of emotional breakdown but is like what! She WANTS KIDS?! I thought she just wanted my opinion on water parks!

(Because side note- like - Tarlos can’t get pregnant on accident. They just can’t. And Carlos is the avoidant king so it is conceivable that whenever he thought that conversation might turn up he would take such a hard turn like oh- how about instead of talking about that why don’t I just bathe you like a cat- that would be fun- not talking- talking bad)

But Amy and Jake have the stuff to make babies and that could happen by accident- you expect me to believe they would’ve never talked about it?

As God said when Wuntch tried to sneak past him into heaven, “it ain’t happening, honey”.

Also- I know the MooMoo episode had bigger stuff going on- BUT any time we saw Jake and Amy it had a very clear “we’re taking care of kids- we messed up a little but they’re alive- could we do this?” Kind of vibe.

Lastly, Amy never made me so mad as she did in th casecation episode (TV tropes called it one of the most divisive episodes of the whole series and THEY WERE RIGHT). Because Rosa, who is close friends with Jake, sides with Amy for no real reason and Amy all but says either want kids despite your very valid and actually not selfish reasons for not wanting to be a parent or I will just divorce you?? Amy would really be this callous and hurtful to Jake?

As Wuntch says when she sees deodorant, “I’m not buying it”

(Also I respect you completely if you don’t want tk post this cause it would be continuing the discussion of this topic- let me know if you want I could reveal my secret identity and send you a picture of my cat)

I am posting because this made me laugh so much 😂😂😂 thank you for bringing the Wunch burns back into my life. Possibly “WUNCH IS DEAD! BAGEL!” is my favorite line reading in television history (possibly second only to “WHO WAnts a snack”) Andre you were a king and I miss you so much.

But also yeah agreed it was badly bungled. The fact that they wrote them having a comedic debate to decide whether or not they should have kids when it had already been made very clear that if Jake stuck with not wanting them any was going to divorce him. The fact that they’d never talked about it before like you said. The episode where they have so much fun taking care of terry’s kids. The fact that she didn’t even really think about it she just went right to that she would leave him… how can you claim to love someone and then react like that?? Idk it was bad and you’re right usually it’s a show that doesn’t bungle things. The heteronormativity won in the writers room in that storyline and I like to just pretend it didn’t happen 😂

And um yes kitty pics pls!!!

[bitch-for-a-rainbow]

So there's a blanddcheadcanons post that says that "Kara is the mortal avatar of Rao" and I really don't like it, especially in the context of SG 3x04 (The Faithful). At best, as was pointed out to me by a friend with whom I discussed this post, the House of El is likely blessed and somewhat sponsored by Rao, which probably doesn't do much but produce Krypton's greatest heroes, given what the word "El" **means** in Kryptonian. I'm interested in your thoughts on this (pls post your answer).

    I reject the headcannon solely because if it were true it would mean Coville was right and I fucking hate that bitch.

     In all seriousness, though, this is an idea I've seen a lot and I'm not a huge fan of. I don't know much about Raoism beyond what appears in the show and that which can be inferred off of the show. One thing I would point out though is that El in Kryptonian (while obviously being intended to mean God by the original comic writers) can mean Sun or Stars, and since the Kryptonians in the show are, as far as I can tell, monotheistic, and worshipped only one particular star, the El family is not necessarily named God. It would, however, signify their enormous prestige on Krypton and contribute to the famous El pride (or rather, arrogance). I’m not sure it would necessarily have to mean anything more than that-- that the Els are a respected house who have produced a variety of successful politicians, civil servants, and scientists. And (this time reaching a little bit) that they are perhaps so old and respected that their house name was once a title. 

      There is a certain allure to the theory, for sure. Kara is a paragon character. She always, always does what she thinks is right, regardless of the cost, personal or global, and regardless of what other people might think of it. She has a very direct moral compass, and there are only a handful of times when she doesn’t follow it, all of which involve saving Lena. Ship who you want, but it is notable that Kara routinely prioritzes Lena’s life over that of others given the rarity of that happening otherwise. She never even considered breaking Rick Thompson’s father out of prison when he kidnapped Alex, and all he’d committed was bank robbery. Kara has lines she does not cross (though murder is clearly not one of them). She is a character that has seen some of the worst that sentient life is capable of, has seen more death and suffering than most people could imagine, and she came out of it with an all-encompassing desire to protect others. She lives to give people hope. Plus, the humor of having Kara-- the one person most offended by the idea of being an Avatar of Rao-- turn out to be an Avatar of Rao is great.

       But, I would also say that having Kara want to do good because she is the avatar of a benevolent god is reductive and not particularly true to her character. It is true that helping and protecting people is a large part of the core of who Kara is. But there is a difference between altruism and the self-destructive, bordering of suicidal desperation to save absolutely everyone that Kara practices. And to anyone who doubts the suicidal bit, I direct you to the season 1 finale where Kara literally goes on a goodbye tour because she thinks if she goes out to fight Non she’ll die. She still goes because she has hope, but that hope is that she can at least save Earth with her life. She doesn’t fight because she is certain in the ultimate victory of good and justice. She does it because she more afraid to lose another family than she is to die. Kara doesn’t become Supergirl and risk her own life because she believes in good, she does it because she can’t stand to listen to people suffer-- because she has suffered. To use Alex’s words in 1x13 “You fight everyday to keep people from struggling like you have.” Notably also in 1x13, Kara wakes up from the Black Mercy and her first words are “Who did this to me?” and then she goes after Non in what could arguably be described as a homicidal rage-- a rage that is fueled entirely for personal reasons, not the greater good of Earth (though that comes as an added benefit), which is.... not very befitting the avatar of a benevolent god. 

     A major part of season 1 is Kara dealing with grief and rage. She nearly breaks a guy's arm in episode 6 because he screamed at her for damaging his car, to hell with the children he'd almost hit with it. In season 3's Midvale flashbacks we see her first put both hands through a lunch table, then attack Jake when she suspects him for Kenny's death. She gets better at controlling it as the seasons progress, but during Crisis she very nearly melts Lex. Also not particularly godly of her. 

     Then there is the fact that so much of who Kara is is shaped by fear: fear of the government, fear of humanity, fear of abandonment, and fear of herself. In her civilian life, Kara is, for the most part, unnoticeable. She's polite, soft-spoken, doesn't wear a lot of bold colors or styles, and is often a pushover. As shown by her encounter with Red Kryptonite, Kara would not dress or speak the same way to people without the pressure of hiding her identity (though much of her dialogue is purely the loss of her "don't be an asshole" filter, some of it is stuff she had every right to say before and just didn't). I have always found that episode to be very interesting purely for the fact that Kara doesn't actually seem to be seeking harm on others so much as seeking their attention. Her argument with Alex is almost entirely about how much she hates having to hide and pretend to be less than she is. Kara drops Cat off the balcony and then catches her. She attacks the police when they point weapons at her but doesn't kill or even hurt them that badly, instead of destroying the car they're using as shelter. Red-K removed her inhibitions, made her angrier, yes, but if her goal was to actually hurt people, she could have done so-- would have done so, and with great ease. She goes to a public bar and uses super strength to smash bottles by flicking peanuts. Why do that at a crowded bar? Why not just flick potato chips at the windows in her own apartment?

      This is Kara at her absolute worst-- but does she seek out the DEO agents who shot her out of the sky? Does she go after Maxwell Lord or Non? No. She tries to make people pay attention to her. Her most shameful and hideous desire is for people to give her respect. (Admittedly, respect gained through fear, but still.). Kara's a nice person-- much, much nicer than average-- but a lot of that "nice" is just her avoiding conflict to avoid attention.

      Kara is a good person. Kara inspires people. But that is because Kara gets up every day and chooses to be good and to inspire. It's one of the reasons I enjoy Non as a villain so much-- he and Astra are Kara's narrative foils. They also remember Krypton and grieve its loss. They also were trapped in the Phantom Zone. But where Kara had the Danvers to convince her that some good people existed and would risk themselves just to help others, Non and Astra had Alura sentencing them to eternal suffering rather than helping them save their planet (through the means they thought necessary) and then landed on Earth and found it headed on the same path as the planet they'd just lost. Kara had people to help her grieve. Non and Astra were surrounded by misery. They lost hope. Kara discovered it.

     Kara is the Paragon of Hope because she has been hopeless. Because she has suffered so much, seen so much, and because she chooses to believe in a better future. She didn't have hope her first time in the Phantom Zone. She didn't even have hope for a while on earth. From what we can gather, Kara's choice to start actually believing in the future was a gradual shift that occurred sometime after Kenny's death and has lasted her ever since. For Kara, hope is learned. She chose to hope and she won't let it go, and to assign that incredible victory off to her being a God is an insult to her growth and to her character. 

   Now I personally thought “The Faithful” handled this concept very well. 3x04 is one of my favorite episodes of television in general, let alone in Supergirl. Season 3 is my second favorite season, and that says a lot for its good episodes when the bad of season 3 is so, so very bad (To say nothing of the episode to episode production value, we have the waste of Argo, Mon El’s return as obviously he’s grown he has a beard Mon El, and whatever the hell was going on with Kryptonian genetic engineering eclipse causing witches). To this day I don’t know why Kara had magic dreams. The show did nothing to explain it and I can’t imagine up a reason. 

     But “The Faithful” works because it highlights the whole paragon part of who Kara is. When you realize that every person in the room of Coville’s cult is a person she has personally saved-- that hits hard. Especially since only a fraction of the people she’s saved would ever set foot inside that building with the totally not-creepy, entirely wholesome way they deliver the invitations. (“Your daughter is special. She has been chosen. As have you.”) It works because it focuses on how the average human must view Kara, the ones who don’t see her argue with her sister over potstickers and crush her phone when she gets mad. It works because of how desperately hard Kara tries to be a human. It works because the writers know that we, the audience, do not see Kara as anything but a regular person with irregular abilities: a kind and remarkably devoted person, but not a god. 

[seokmingiggles]

these days.

Anon requested on 210106: "Hello! I would like to request a one shot where Jeon Jungkook falls out of love with you and you start to notice and confronts him abt it? (Sad ending pls!) angst genre and thank you! Have a nice day/night."

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x gender neutral reader

Genre: angst, unhappy ending, established relationship?

728 words

Warnings: one swear word, overall upsetting themes of a relationship falling apart; rated PG-13 (solely for this heavy theme).

These days you can't take too much; you’ve been falling down, falling behind. Time passes strangely. He seemed to be all you needed—what has changed?

Alternatively, these days, you thought you and Jungkook could make it through everything.

A/N: To the anon that requested this nearly two months ago; first of all, I am so, so sorry to only now be posting this. I wanted to work on some original, non-requested pieces for a bit. And then, before I knew it, I was back in school and met with less time to write as freely as I had been in December and early January. Admittedly, I also suffered from writer's block regarding the three requests you sent me. (Please forgive me if you're not the same person; the three requests came in minutes from each other and with similar formatting, so it's easy for me to assume they're all from you.)

Only recently, I realized that I am not comfortable with the prompt you provided me for the Jimin scenario. I shall keep the one for Namjoon in my inbox in case inspiration strikes me for it, but that was the one that initially stumped me the most, discouraging me from writing the two others that followed it. It is safe to say that that one will likely not happen either, and I apologize for that. You trusted me with your ideas, and I am failing to provide them for you.

Now, with all of that said, here is the Jungkook drabble you requested of me. Once again, I am sorry for how late it is and even more apologetic that I shall not be fulfilling your other two requests after much thought. Anon—if you're still miraculously reading this far—if you give me permission to do so, I could forward your requests to some of my mutuals who also write for BTS, and maybe one of them could tackle what I won't be writing.

The title (and synopsis) come from the song of the same title by Wet.

•• It all began with the fleeting touches—they hadn't used to be fleeting.

Wanting to be near each other as much as possible—anytime, anywhere—and the sudden void when you weren't side-by-side. Hand holding; gentle grazes; nose kisses; touching foreheads. At the same time, it was never enough—all either of you craved was each other.

Then gently, over time, all of the little gestures of love began to fade away into a sort of background noise: decaying memories of what once was, a love that once was. Flourishing, colourful, alive—now withering, dull, inanimate.

And yet, throughout all of the subtle changes, neither you nor Jungkook wanted to admit the small discrepancies that began to surface.

It was painful to take in at first—how could you? Jungkook had been all you'd known; his touches, his kisses, his "I love you’s" so sweet to hear and to taste on his cherry lips.

"Love?" you clear your throat, palms already sweating and heart vibrating at the—now alien—word.

Yes, what used to be a honeyed term-of-endearment now carries a piercing anchor to it, weighing down your chest into the pits of pessimism.

Since when has your bedroom become an abyss? A watery grave of what once was?

"Jungkook?" you repeat firmer this time.

The brunet turns his head from the computer. Chunky, black headphones removed from his ears, he spins in his chair, eyeing you like you're an inconvenience.

A nuisance, a bother; why bother?

"I–" it's hard to swallow with your sand-filled mouth, "I'm staying over at Hyejin's tonight just so you know."

His expression remains blank; you're speaking a language he no longer understands.

"Okay."

You purse your lips. "Okay."

You turn on your heels and flee from the room. The prickling of tears—an uncomfortably-too-familiar feeling as of late—begin to brim to the surface, but you push them down before Jungkook can notice.

Would he even say anything?

You don't let yourself finish that thought; it won't do anything to cure your heartbreak.

"Hey."

Despite everything, his voice still doesn't fail to send shivers up your spine.

You still in your tracks. Flooding your lungs with as much oxygen as possible to prepare you for the inevitable, you then step cautiously to meet the doe-eyed boy again.

Jungkook's gaze reaches you for what may not even be a second before he becomes fixated with some spot on his desk.

It's a scratch from when we moved it here, you want to say. It's been painted over and over, and never has it once seemed to take the paint.

"Are you feeling alright?"

His words baffle you.

You've stopped asking how my days have been when I get home from work; you've stopped asking me about my dreams at night; you've stopped asking me about the fucking weather; you've stopped. You've stopped. We've stopped–

"Yeah," you force from your chest. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Jungkook finally meets your eyes, boring into your soul and falsification for what feels like an eternity—and then, too soon—he looks away.

"Okay," he says rather plainly.

"Thanks," you hate how insincere the word sounds, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

You turn, ready to walk through the door with the bag you've already packed, but first, you can't help but examine the apartment. What once was a home, housing a plethora of firsts you shared with Jungkook, is now a cracked shell of a poor excuse for a relationship.

You fail to recall the last time you felt like you're in a relationship. When was the last time he's even said he loves you?

I still tell him every day: in a cup of coffee when I inevitably wake up first, in recording his favourite show when I know he won't be home in time to watch it. In a smile.

When was the last time he's even smiled at you? A genuine smile? Not out of pity, but something meaningful, worthwhile—a smile like you're the most precious person he's ever laid eyes on.

He used to smile at you like that.

Your eyes wander to the stained ceramic mug sitting in the sink; the television's red and blinking off light; the mirror next to the door where your solemn reflection stares back at you.

You unclench your jaw, unfurrow your eyebrows, smoothen out that one stubborn, astray hair atop your head—

—and you walk out the door.

••

[infinitegalahad]

Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)

hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference

Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)

Rami Malek-

Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰

I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love

He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh

Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you

Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back

You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him

Being with Rami, you were a changed person

Your fashion game went UPPPP

Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT

”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.���

Yes, Rami bought you the shirt

You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl

He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)

SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺

This man is omfg i loveee him❣️

Little sneak kisses to your forehead

Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

He would take you shopping at the best stores

“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store

Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best

What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship

When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)

In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process

Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with

And i’m totally not crying as I write this

Both of you were in dark places when you first met

Rami showed how much he truly cared about you

If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support

Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems

Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!

”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ”What do you mean?”

You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him

What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship

The sex between you to was AMAZING

it was VERY intimate

It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said

Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits

It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed

Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎

I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY

Gwilym Lee-

my love for this man? ENDLESS

Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN

anyways to the pLOT

Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive

The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES

He’s such a gentlemen

Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship

Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”

Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location

”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx”   “Treat yourself! 😘xxx”

Like mister I-😳😳

Gwilym is literally such a sweet person

Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions

”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”

”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”

”Teach my your ways!”

Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares

Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”

Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”

He’s such a king we LOVE HIM

Spontaneous trips to France and Italy

Gwilym and you grow super close

Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings

He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations

He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books

”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”

”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”

You wanna be annoyed but can’t

i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY

The two of you would lie in bed together

You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent

As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance

”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”

You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours

I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶

Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨

He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉

He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”

Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES

”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)

Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)

And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽

He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”

hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby

Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man

He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓

Joe Mazzello-

This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌

Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy

He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else

The two of you were inseparable

After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream

After the first date you started calling him Joey

Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs

The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka

With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa

Mr.Mazello has range😌✨

This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames

”Yes my little lover muffin!”

”What is it cutie patootie?”

”You look amazing buttercup!”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment 

You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe

My love for his man is infinite

Joe is super clingy

Hand holding and lots of PDA

He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓

he will always send texts like

”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”

”can you grab milk from the store pls??”

”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”

”Joe, it’s been a day.”

He has so many photos of you in his camera roll

You are his lockscreen😔💓

The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat

Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”

It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable

A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE

All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’

It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?

I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you

The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire

Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like

Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk

Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘

Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨

Ben Hardy-

When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated

But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️

On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug

“Y/n, right?”

“That’s me!”

“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”

You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much

You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London

Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it

Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want

Hotel? Trivago

The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother

You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight

You laughed and talked about thousands of things

In confusion, you had to see Ben again

As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,

”I’d like to do that again.”

”Call me when you want, y/n.”

So your “dates” became more frequent

Ben had the best ideas for dates

Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television

He made sure to spoil you

With gifts, literally and figurreitly

Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt

But it was not the only thing in your relationship

And it was!! Amazing!!

”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳

Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart

Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end

He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything

and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN

No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you

He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh

You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together

It would always end with a cuddle session

Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!

You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌

LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY

[dregstrash]

Alina Starkov and Katniss Everdeen

Alright, I mentioned earlier that I wanted to make a post about the parallels between Alina Starkov and Katniss Everdeen. My intention with this is to not say one character is better than the other in any way. My main point in writing this is to explain my thoughts in relation to how Alina and Katniss fall under the category of “character being thrown into a situation/conflict that is not their own but have been forced to participate in it,” and why I think Alina Starkov falls flat in my opinion

I would also like to mention, I’m not making anymore parallels with any more of the characters. You won’t find me trying to turn Mal into a Peeta character. Or Gale as a Darkling or Nikolai character. I think romance functions differently in both of these books, and it’s not integral to making my point. 

Anyway, I’m gonna get rambly so it’ll be under the cut.

Okay, first thing’s first I’m going to give context.

I read The Hunger Games when I was like thirteen. This was  a point in my life where character arc, good story pacing, and realistic problems being portrayed didn’t matter. When I was thirteen, I literally was in it to see Katniss end up with Peeta and also kick the Capitol’s ass. It was a simplistic mindset, but I also thought deep side bangs were always going to be cool, so obviously things change.

As the movies came out and I reread The Hunger Games in high school, the very terrifying situation and setting of Panem really hit me. This is a world where children are being televised to murder each other so that power, wealth, and control are solely in the hands of one district. In the midst of that conflict we have a character that has one singular motivation: protect her sister. Katniss never wanted anything more than that. She wanted to protect her sister and try to scrape by with the life she’s always known.

But then she volunteers as tribute and her whole life gets flipped on its head. Suddenly she’s thrown into a political and real war that no one ever lets her back down from. This is a teenager girl who had to survive two horrific games and has to smile in front of adults who treat her like she’s won a beauty contest. 

Let’s bring it to Alina. A girl with a singular motivation: protect her best friend. Her life was simple at that point. She watched his back. He watched hers. Up until he almost dies and her world gets flipped. Now she’s thrown into a political and real war that no one lets her back down from. Everyone treat her like a spectacle and a savior.

Now, here’s where I think Katniss brings to life this particular character trope better than Alina. Katniss throughout the three books manages to make me care about her growth and her problems. I see her inner struggles. They are clear cut, they are realistic, and they develop. Her need to protect her sister evolves to protecting Gale and then further evolves to also protecting Peeta. 

We see the mental toll all of this is taking on her. We see the utter confusion having two boys trying to be with her in her mind especially on top of everything else. We see her start to emerge out of her own shell and become a strong leader that is able to stand up for herself and speak her mind despite the people who were trying to lead her steps. We see her character blossom and come to fruition at the end of the third book. And in my opinion, her starting a family with Peeta is one of the best ways for the books to end. Not because it fulfills the thought of “oh what she saved the world and starts a family ugh why can’t women do anything else” ideology. It makes sense for a character who has clung to her family her whole life to find healing in that way with a person who she knows will not leave her side. Ever. (but hey I’ve always been a romantic).

Now to Alina.

I did not see any of those things throughout the three books of The Grisha Trilogy. What I mainly saw was her struggling with her feelings for Mal and then struggling with her feelings for the Darkling. I saw her powers being secondary to the plot and used more as an obstacle rather than an empowerment. Granted, she does develop more of an appreciation of her powers throughout the first and second book, but it wasn’t enough to make me care about them. 

For me, Alina wasn’t a sympathetic character. She struggled with loneliness and isolation (which are important), but the way she decided to deal with that was to go back to the psycho who had managed to convince her she was special. And that to me is not a signal for a developing character. Up until the final moments of the Darkling in the third book, she throws sympathy his way because he was “just a boy who was misunderstood.” I didn’t see any growth in her character outside of her learning that being a Grisha was nothing to be ashamed of.

Her motivations got murkier throughout the three books instead of developing. It started off with protecting Mal, then it became about helping the Darkling, then it became about finding the amplifiers, then it became about rallying the people of Ravka to her and Nikolai’s side instead of the Darkling, then it became about being the Sun Summoner, and-- I just-- It was all too confusing, all over the place, and messy.

I finished the series with the thought that Alina was half baked but at least the ending was somewhat satisfying (another controversial opinion. I am an advocate for Mal--pls don’t attack me). The main reason for this is, I never really cared about Alina as a character. Her story arc didn’t make me sympathetic to her issues or problems solely for the fact I couldn’t grasp her ultimate motivations. And for a writer, character motivation is everything.

So basically my last thought is, for this character trope, I think what makes it work is making sure character’s have clear motivations that either stay true or develop throughout a series. Intentions or goals shouldn’t be collected like rocks or else the character looks weighed down and scrambled and stretched thin.

[calzona-ga]

Warning: Spoiler alert! Do not proceed if you have not watched Thursday's 332nd episode of Grey's Anatomy, which officially makes it the longest-running primetime medical drama, surpassing ER.

Grey's Anatomy became the longest-running primetime TV medical drama Thursday by celebrating with a party, both on and off screen.

Abandoning tradition, ABC's crown jewel marked its milestone 332nd hour -- officially surpassing ER for the honor -- with a get-together that brought together the current ensemble, led by OGs Ellen Pompeo, Justin Chambers, Chandra Wilson and James Pickens Jr., to commemorate Catherine's (Debbie Allen) new lease on life following her successful cancer surgery. Unlike the majority (if not all) of Grey's' previous episodes, this one didn't feature any medicine or medical case, a decision showrunner Krista Vernoff, whose history with the show dates back to the groundbreaking 2005 pilot, said was intentional.

"It's pretty extraordinary, and a little surreal. ER is such a television legacy, and was such an extraordinary program. If ER didn't exist, Grey's wouldn't exist. So, we owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to ER, and to [executive producer] John Wells, and we are so grateful," Vernoff, who spent five seasons working alongside Wells on Shameless, told ET on Thursday of Grey's making history. "This is exciting and monumental and a little crazy, and we're all just sort of walking around here looking at each other like, 'What?'" (George Clooney, who played pediatrician Doug Ross on ER for the first five seasons, joked in February, "That's got to stop. We gotta go back and do more!")

And unlike the Grey's landmark 300th episode in its 14th season, which paid tributes to past cast members who have since departed, like Sandra Oh, T.R. Knight and Patrick Dempsey, hour 332 looked ahead at what's still to come for the doctors of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Because, as Vernoff said, "To celebrate how far we've come, and how far we have yet to go."

Following Thursday's historic Grey's TV moment, Vernoff jumped on the phone with ET to reflect on the lasting legacy of the ABC series and looks ahead at what's still to come, including Meredith and DeLuca's full-fledged romance, the unexpected arrival of DeLuca's father and what's next.

ET: Congratulations on making TV history! How did ER shape Grey's Anatomy into what it's become? Krista Vernoff: ER broke the mold for medical shows, and it was incredible, and it was dramatic, and it was just groundbreaking television for its time. And when we were in the writers' room in the early years of Grey's Anatomy, our conversations were often, how do we do it differently than ER? Like, we didn't want to be an ER copycat. How do we be in the hospital world and do it differently than ER? In the early years of the show we rarely brought in patients through the emergency room. They usually came in through surgical rounds.

We leaned, tonally, into romantic comedy, which I think was a part of [creator] Shonda [Rhimes]' pitch from the very beginning. As I recall, when she pitched the show, she said, "We have the drama and excitement of ER, but a tone that's all our own, with romance and humor in equal parts." We always, in television, build on each other's legacies. There was MASH, and then there was China Beach, and there were multiple shows in between, and there was ER, which really broke new ground. And Grey's Anatomy is... We all stand on each other's shoulders.

In approaching this particular episode, what did you want to accomplish or achieve with this hour that differentiated it from a typical episode of Grey's? With the 300th episode, we looked backward. It was a very nostalgic episode. It paid tribute to the whole length of the series. With this episode, we made the decision to look forward, and to celebrate how far we've come, and how far we have yet to go. And so, Bailey's speech to Catherine of "We don't know what the future holds, but no one ever knows what the future holds." People still love us, we're still here, and that's cause for celebration," was really the theme. We threw a party to celebrate this milestone. And we wanted to do something different than we had ever done before.

There was a lot of brainstorming, and what we came up with was we had never done an episode with no medicine. I think this episode is probably a little bewildering to watch after 15 seasons of Grey's Anatomy. You keep waiting for the medical crisis that never comes. That's how we decided to break new ground with this episode, while also emotionally laying the groundwork for the stories moving forward.

The episode did a good job of sprinkling in red herrings, especially with the arrival of Alex's mom, Helen Karev (guest star Lindsay Wagner). I thought something was actually wrong until it was revealed that, actually no, she was right about the fire. Thank you. And I have to say, Andy Reaser, who has been on the show for many years now, wrote this episode, and he did an amazing job with the question of, who started the fire and all the fire hazards and [having] a little bit of mystery -- a little bit of mislead. He did it beautifully. And Chandra Wilson, who directed it.

Speaking of looking ahead, it appears as though you're fully embracing the idea of Meredith and DeLuca. Is this the end of the love triangle with Link?The love triangle with Link is over.

Was it a surprise to you that we would be talking about Meredith and DeLuca in this way? It was a surprise. I think it was a surprise to Meredith, and that is what's so joyful in watching it, is how life surprises us all the time. Every idea that we have about our life and what's going to happen next, we're always wrong, and life comes in and surprises us. And DeLuca has come in and surprised Meredith, and put her. She's bewildered and delighted by this turn of events. And I think you see that all over her face. But the amount of smiling that we're seeing from Meredith is really a joy. Where does this leave Link? Is there another story involving him that has yet to be explored that you can tease? There is. Link has some of his... Some of the most exciting and delightful stuff I've seen this season is coming from Link in the coming episodes, but I don't want to tease what it is. I asked Giacomo Gianniotti recently whether he believed Meredith and DeLuca were endgame. What is your take? For sure. The one thing I know for sure is that I'm not going to comment on Meredith's endgame at this stage, and the reason for that is that there's no end in sight to this show. We are still delivering ABC's highest rating in the demographic. We are still their No. 1 drama in the age 18-to-49 demographic, 15 seasons in. So, I'm not building to the end of the series. I am looking forward, much as Bailey and Catherine's conversation mirrored. We don't know what life is going to bring us, and we are looking forward. And so, I'm not commenting on endgame because for me there's no end in sight. At the end of the episode, we met DeLuca's dad, Vicenzo (guest star Lorenzo Caccialanza), for the very first time, who called Andrew by his given Italian name, Andrea. How is the unexpected arrival of his dad going to shake things up? Dad brings drama. If Dad's wardrobe suggested anything, and the arrival, and the Italian that nobody understands -- including Meredith. Like, Meredith speaks a tiny little bit of Italian, Meredith took three years of Italian in undergrad. She didn't understand that conversation that they were having any more than any of the rest of us did, so when [DeLuca's] dad stepped out of that limo, everybody but people who are fluent in Italian were completely shocked. Dad brings drama, for sure, and that's all I'm going to say.

I do remember DeLuca mentioning that his dad was a renowned but corrupt surgeon in Italy who was mentally unstable, and he's not exactly what he was before. Is that what you're exploring in terms of his arrival?DeLuca's father has a history of mental illness and it's a complicated relationship for DeLuca. And yes, those are some of the themes we're looking at moving forward.

Amelia and Owen really went through a roller-coaster this episode. Amelia breaks up with Owen, and now they find themselves in a place where they may be co-parenting Leo. Is Leo the saving grace to their relationship? What are you setting up here? I don't want to tease what's happening moving forward, but I do want to say that I think that story was really beautifully told, and I think that we felt so much joy in the return of Leo to Owen and Amelia, and simultaneously this heartbreak of "Wow, they just broke up, like, what happens now?" And I think that Amelia had a real moment of clarity at the party when Meredith pointed out that Teddy has been a thing in Owen's life and will always be a thing in Owen's life. And she realized that it wasn't a love triangle so much as a circle that is making her dizzy, and she's stepped out of the circle. It will be really interesting to see what happens now that Leo's back.

Is Betty/Britney's story over? Are you satisfied with how that story wrapped up? Peyton Kennedy is an incredible young actress, and so, I don't know. I love her, and I love the character. I'll always call her Betty, because I think it's her preferred name. I love her, and I guess my hope for her is that she gets clean and sober, and finds some happiness back with her parents, who I do not think are bad people. But who knows?

And Teddy and Koracick. When did you get the idea to put them together? I'm really enjoying their dynamic and I didn't expect to. The idea emerged in the writers' room earlier this season, and you float test balloons with actors and their chemistry when you begin to build a thing. You put them in a scene or two together and see how it plays. And from the minute we put them next to each other at the table read we were like, Oh, that's happening. Koracick brings out a lightness in Teddy that is just a joy to see. He makes her laugh, and she deserves to laugh. I think she does the same for him. We've learned so much about his history as a character, and his personal pain, and it's really fun to see them bringing joy to each other.

Again, congrats on the milestone. It really doesn't seem like the show's going to ever really end.

[whitcshcll]

what the heck is up everyone i have this Idiot™ who i’ve loved throughout the years he’s a whole-ass loser pls love him bc i love him a whole lot

[ cody christian / bisexual ] rey whiteshell is a new recruit of hellfire brought to atlantis due to the incredible potential he possesses. the twenty-three year old male hope agent is currently training for prometheus x and earned the callsign “cerberus”. despite being new to atlantis, they fare well by being assertive but trainers notice that they are held back by their distrusting attitude.

how did project MKHellfire find them?

again, i’m going to try to keep this as short as possible but let’s see how this goes. rey’s backstory is heavily inspired by the movie john wick so pls forgive me for being a nerd. and no, trust me, rey is not baba yaga, i can only wish i was that good of an action writer.

rey was five when it happened. thinking back on it, he came back inside after his cousins refused to play with him outside. at the time he didn’t know why they always chased him off. but it was because he was different than his cousins, wasn’t he? blonde hair and blue eyes and fair skin... why would anyone assume that his mother was native? with her richer skin and thick chestnut brown hair, it was strange to have such a different-looking boy cling to her when they went shopping. so, he watched movies on his overly saturated television. his mom was cooking when it happened. men pounded on the door. his mom told rey to hide. 

before he could, the men broke down the door. his mother fought against them at first, but when they grabbed hold of rey who just had too small legs, she submitted. the last thing he remembers about his mom was her calling out his name before a bag was put over both their heads. 

rey woke up in a large hotel bed in an even larger decorated, shiny room. the windows were open and rey could see nothing but city. he also met mister winston. he introduced himself as the owner of this hotel. rey had the gall to ask where his mother was. mister winston told him his mother unfortunately needed to pay for things that were long overdue.

“like when you need to pay for your candy.” mister winston smiled at rey’s words.

“yes, like when you need to pay for your candy. are you hungry for some breakfast?”

rey learned quickly not to ask about his mother. the hotel workers gave him the same answer. he also learned that the hotel workers would do anything he said and quickly became spoiled and pampered. but above anything, he learned that mister winston was the law. you always listened to mister winston.

as rey grew and he made that hotel room his home, rey discovered many things about the hotel. he learned that criminals, warlords, mercernaries, and discredited military officials made frequent visits to sort out deals and contracts. the hotel was a hub for the underworld, hidden discreetly amongst other clandestine hotel resorts. 

he also discovered his mother’s place in it all. his mother was well-versed in architecture, a collector of blue plans and maps of buildings. she invested herself into her work and soon, made her skills sellable to assassins and mobs to use for any of their contracts and missions through the hotel. she caught a dangerous man’s eye and the fire that sparked was both glorious and painful. and in an attempt to “get out” of such a crime-infested life (rey could only assume it was because of him), she hid. it wasn’t long until she was found and was forced to pay out debts that she had used to try and cut off ties from the hotel, and in extension, the criminal underground.

mister winston told him he didn’t give mercy to those who willingly stepped “into this cesspool, but you, my boy, you were born into it without a choice”. so, instead of rey being cast into the foster system, mister winston adopted him as his own son. 

fast forward to just turned legal: rey is a party animal, a star boy, a boss, and a serial killer. he started training to take contracts as soon as he found out his mother’s fate, quick to learn the how-to’s of assassination. he became a suave businessman, on the good side of many mob bosses. and just like his mother, he became obsessed with knowledge. instead of architecture, it was of... biological weapons.

fast forward once again: rey is in an cia interrogation room, awaiting instructions. he’s handcuffed to his chair. despite the compromising situation, rey feels totally in control. as mister winston walks into the room, a familiar face in a uniform standing guard, rey grins triumphantly.

“mister winston,” he says eagerly, “i can become a god. a god of unimaginable power. a god for the good of the hotel. i can be a god for you, father.”

and so, rey convinces mister winston to let the cia take him into custody. rey gives enough information to deem himself valuable but never enough to put mister winston in a bad situation. rey convinces the cia that he wants out for the good of himself. he wants out so badly that he’s willing to become mkhellfire’s property to do it.

do they get along with their teammates?

rey can convince many people of his intentions, but it doesn’t make him any less of a suspicious character. he has a hard time trusting other agents and in turn, makes other agents trust him less. he’s dangerous and charming, almost to the point of being sickening. it’s easy to play with him but it doesn’t make him an easy teammate. soon, you’ll get tired of his questioning, his mico-management, his self-proclaimed leadership, and he’ll get tired of most people (he gets bored of things quite easily). he has a soft spot for those surrounded by criminals just like him, but do with that what you will.

[olehistorian]

WIP: Ghosts of Christmas Present, A What's Past Is Prologue Christmas

For @stokersisters just a little something I'm working on for Christmas Day. You wanted something PL or Chelsie, or something to distract you. Hugs and I hope you feel better soon❤

Excerpt: Christmas Day 2017 (Sequel to What's Past Is Prologue) )Not beta'd, still rough)

Elsie never dreamt that so many people would be interested in the mundane life of a farmer's daughter turned writer. But after twenty best-selling books and the unimaginable global success of Callingwood Place, her upstairs-downstairs novel turned television show loosely based on her old friends the Crawleys and their country pile at Downton Abbey, Elsie Carson is a source of fascination around Britain, America, and beyond. Sometimes, when she thinks too long on things, allows the melancholy to take hold, she thinks of how she wished that her father could see her, could see the success she’s become.

Charles will never get accustomed to the alarm on his mobile awakening him; the piercing techno metallic sound of the thing is affront to his senses; somehow not proper and every morning he swears that he is bringing back his old mechanical clock; the one that is his grandfather's, a clock that ticks and has proper bells. He put it away when Michael was born because the child has a natural fascination with all things mechanical and at three, the boy can destroy a steel ball with a rubber mallet. But Charles is loath to say much; like all grandfathers, he knows that his grandson is merely curious, a genius in the making. Isn't all one's grandchildren? But better to keep treasures put away until the lad is a little older and the curiosity tempered.

Charles groans as he rolls over, taps his mobile, and silences the alarm. He then reaches for his wife. She is fast asleep, her hair all feathered out on the pillow, strands of fine silver, struggling to make their prominence known among the dark brown and russet strands. She threatens to let it all go one day, to stop the once-a-month trips to the hairdressers where she pays a bloody fortune having "the traitors dyed and so that I don't like my dug-up gran." Looking over at her now, Charles lifts a strand from her forehead, pushes it back, and she begins to stir. She stretches out like feline, all taut, limbs extended, belly pushed out and then she twists.

"You're staring."

"I'm admiring," he corrects her, his palm landing softly on her stomach.

"Not much to admire these days."

"There's everything to admire," Charles assures her, leaning down to kiss the tender skin where shoulder and neck meet.

"You're such a terrible liar," she sighs as he kisses her once again and his hand beginning a slow and deliberate ascent up her ribcage, his fingertips dancing along every ridge and valley until he reaches the soft flesh of her breast. "You're such a …." She relishes the gently insistent touch of her husband.

“I’m such a what?” The words are warm against the silk of her cheek. She wants to say that he is incorrigible, a distraction; that he is a wonderful husband who, after a quarter century of marriage, still knows all the right places to kiss or exactly how to touch her that makes her sigh in pleasure; that even though two years ago she passed her sixtieth birthday he still makes her believe that she is beautiful and sexy.

M-ness TBC and other stuff like Christmas Day festivities with family and friends

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5/11/20If I was pressed, truly reamed and grilled, for the location of where the last five days went, I would not be able to produce a satisfactory answer. It seems like they just flew by with neither rhyme nor reason.What I’ve been thinking about during these past five days wouldn’t fit in a blog post, but I can highlight one central topic: world building. I’ve been trying to write three novels this year. I often get asked if it’s difficult to keep the worlds separate from one another. I usually answer with a “It’s really not that difficult” or segue into a cute anecdote about my dog, since most people aren’t interested in an actual answer. To those prepared to listen, I hand them a “yes and no.”No, it’s not as hard as it seems because I use one to escape the others. The worlds must be different, unique, and distinctive because any bleeding through wouldn’t offer me the complete new reality I crave when I am struck with writer’s block. I try to think of it as preparing for a triathlon. Sure, you use similar muscle groups to run, bike, and swim, but you don’t show up to the pool in track cleats because the detail would be identified as alien immediately.Yes, it is hard because the same overarching themes will appear as they will in an work of mortals. What kind of story would it be if there isn’t a struggle of good and evil? Would it be listed with the best sellers if there wasn’t an endearing mentor who gets killed at the beginning of the adventure? Oh? Too far? Even so, the themes that have defined my life will more than likely pop up in more than one of my books. I will have to work then even harder on my characters and their environments.These considerations are important to my approach to world building. I must carefully paint with three different pallets the physical attributes of each of my worlds. I must be cautious of what the careful reader might notice. I do not reuse sets or scripts. Still, as I compose three separate works, the ideas I believe in will show up in these different colors. I am only one writer with one perception of reality. I am extremely limited in my quest to entertain masses. All I can do is work and revise and work again, and hope that there are other people willing to step into my shoes.Personally, not a lot has been going on. Today was the first day in I don’t know how long that I did all the hygiene an average person would do in one day. I’ve started bullet journaling again and texted my goals to my best friend so I have accountability. My project right now is to make looking and feeling good my job for one month. My personal hygiene has become so neglected as I have sunk deeper and deeper into my depression. The other day, I just woke up with the motivation to turn that part of my life around.I know it’s only been one day, but it’s been so long since I actually achieved something in this area and I’ve been so sad that I thought I should celebrate this step.I’m so tired, but I wanted to get one more thing checked off my list tonight before I go to sleep.Sometimes I wonder if it’s time to learn another language. I feel like most people my age have at least two languages under their belt where I have just the one. I want to be considered bright and I feel like this is the next step.Here is the point again where I consider sleep less important than the things I could be doing instead of sleeping. Where is this little voice coming from? What is so dark inside us that wants us to fail? How can you ride a ship you’re preparing to sink? Is it fear that wants to personify it? Make it a separate entity so I can’t be to blame for my own bad habits? Who knows.I’m beginning to enjoy television, which is sort of new for me. I wonder if it means my attention span has finally reached null. Sure, there have been very well done productions I’ve been a fanatic for in the past, but I’ve never been able to turn on a random show and just enjoy. I’ve almost finished watching all the Storage Wars available on Netflix. I never thought I’d be the kind of person that turns to reality television, but here we are. Maybe this is how quarantine truly breaks me. If I don’t have focus, I don’t have anything. I’m beginning to nod off. I really want to reach a thousand words before I go to sleep. That means no editing whatsoever, just stream of consciousness. It’s been feeling more like a dry creek bed lately. I could stare at the ceiling for hours. I could sleep all day and not be bored. I know that’s concerning. I’ve already made an appointment with my doctor about switching my medications. I just want to feel like I did when I was in second grade, seventh grade, ninth grade. There is so much left for me to do here that it feels overwhelming.Nearly there. That gibberish sure helped. Take this as an example, kind reader, of what I usually cut out for your benefit and mine. It’s okay, I know no one is reading this. I just need to allow the chance for someone to hear what the people in my life can’t hear for themselves. I’m so scared of being a burden that I don’t know how to open up to people I meet in real life. It’s either I don’t want them to know my middle name to “What’s your mother like and how did that affect your psychological development?” That’s it, thanks.

5/6/20

Alas, another day has passed and! I’m still depressed. How did that happen? Did I make zero changes and expect something to happen? Maybe. But I did wish for it really really hard. (I know, in THIS economy??)

Silliness and vague misdirection aside, today sucked. I spent the morning in a weird, unawake haze because I hadn’t slept. The afternoon dragged on as I crammed for my Modern Grammar which (and now here’s the real kicker) kicked me good in the pants. Lastly, I told my roommates that I plan on moving out and they did not take it well. All this contributed to a day ill spent.

I don’t know where my weird relationship with sleep came from. Logically, I know that I need sleep. I know that sleep will do me well and allow my body to get ready for another day. One day, a little voice crept into my mind and told me that sleep was optional. I haven’t been able to shut it off since. Need extra time to study? Want to get to the next level? Only another hour before your friend in another timezone wakes up? Might as well pull an all-nighter. Objects in motion, after all.

I’m also out of my sleeping medication. And I haven’t been taking my medication. I’m struggling and I’m lacking the discipline to push myself the extra mile to potentially getting better. I think what I need are some small victories. Already, I am writing. I am journaling. I am crossing small things off my list in a desperate attempt for dopamine. Desperate, yes, but shameful? Absolutely not. It feels like I’m running a marathon underwater, but I still intend to finish. It’s just going to take me a little longer.

At one point and time, I was filming taking my medication every day and posting a little mental check on Youtube. That was good, until I missed one day, and then three days, and now it’s been almost a month. I just feel so guilty over any reveal of failure or shortcoming. How am I supposed to come back from showing that I’m not perfect?

I don’t know if this needs to be said, but if I were talking to my friend in the same situation, I would reassure them 1000% that I would love them no matter what, especially through their imperfections. It’s not that I set the bar lower for my friends than I do for myself, but I am a lot harder on me when I don’t meet my expectations. I guess that comes with being a wild romantic, right? Reality is that blinding white light that pierces through daydream. The clear solution is to have more realistic daydreams, but those aren’t nearly as fun.

Small victories, eh? What goals can I set for myself?

It’s late. I should go to bed. Today was rough and on top of everything I’m dehydrated. I hate complainers and hypocrites. I shall bless your feed with another rambling posthaste, rest allowing.

5/5/20

I’m going to pretend I didn’t see the clock strike midnight and write this from the perspective of today, May the 5th. A good, round-numbered day to start something new. I’ve always been fond of round numbers. I’ve always been fond of clean slates.

My central problem in life right now is that I’m depressed. I don’t like myself. I don’t like what I do with my time. Everything seems pointless. I lack purpose, direction, inspiration. I love the world and find myself submerged in curiosity often enough, but I don’t apply myself towards meaningful goals. My lack of application is the root of my unhappiness. If I wasn’t me, I wouldn’t want to be friends with me. And that invokes a whole other can of worms; namely insecurity, impostor syndrome, and low standards. But I digress.

I. Want. To. Be. Happy. I want to feel like I am making progress. I don’t want to feel vaguely ill anymore. I don’t think I should have to live with boredom as my default emotion. I don’t want to have to repress anything anymore.

How can I be happy? Well, isn’t that the age-old question. If there was a simple, clear-cut answer, I would bottle it and become a billionaire. Instead of a product, though, I have the following goals.

In order to be happy, I need to take care of my body. I need to be kinder to the vessel through which I experience all happiness, through which I enact all acts of generosity. What will this look like? For one, I would like to have a “glow-up”. I would like to have a before and after photo-set that I can look at and be proud of. This will mean skincare, daily showering, healthy eating, and regular exercise. I can’t expect myself to be happy in an unkempt body.

I am going to execute this goal by applying a hygiene routine, researching daily workouts, and keeping track of what goes into my body. I will also take the time to do silly, frivolous things like put on eyeliner and curl my hair simply because it makes me happy. I will have a more coordinated plan by tomorrow. For now, I research.

In order to be happy, I need to take care of my brain. Practice makes perfect and no practice makes mush. I don’t want a pile of mush directing the rest of my life. I want a clean, sharp machine dictating my every move. I want the gears to shift as smoothly as a well-oiled watch. I want to feel as efficient as I did in high school, when I was taking college courses and researching off-curriculum subjects just to ease my questioning mind.

I am going to execute this goal by finishing my semester strong, spending dedicated time each day towards active learning, and planning monthly projects. I will also find ways to implement healthy curiosity in my daily conversations. I was a “why” child. Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why do we have ten fingers and ten toes but only two ears? Why? Why? Why? I want to transition back to that motivated, inquisitive mindset. As with taking care of my body, I will have a more decisive plan for this goal tomorrow.

In order to be happy, I need to take care of my soul. One of the biggest reasons I’ve been increasingly unhappy these past months (or even years, you could argue) is because I am simply not creating more than I am consuming. A great joy that is allowed us is pure creation. I am tired of sitting passively while muses give up on me, moving onto to the next open mind. I want to build up my patience for writer’s block, to give in to the urge to write badly rather than not write at all.

I am going to execute this goal by setting word counts for myself daily depending on my schedule, setting due dates for my projects, and holding myself accountable with creative partners. I know I have stories to tell, characters to illustrate, worlds to discover. I have always felt that within myself. “I contain multitudes.” There is opportunity here, if I am only willing to open the door. I’m a firm believer that nothing worth having comes without effort, but I’ve been sitting idly anyways. What hypocrisy.

Those are my main goals. This slate is no longer clean. I have marked it with intent.

I’ve always like clean slates because it feels better to start something new rather than digging yourself out of a hole of failure. Let me acknowledge, I am buried deep under years and years of bad habits and ill-fated mindsets. I have allowed myself to sink to this depth. It is no one’s fault but my own. I am not trying to say anything different that, nor will I ever attempt to blame someone other than myself for my circumstances. This has been my doing and my doing alone. So, when I say clean slate, you know that I know that there is no such thing as a clear state. I am merely marking a line in the sand to cross over and become a different person. Hopefully.

This has gone on for too long. I sent a goal of 1000 words per day. Initially, I was wondering if that would be enough, or if it would be too little. Would I be boring whoever came across my articles of dis-wisdom? Would I be leaving them without adequate information to ever bother reading something of mine again? We don’t really know the fate of our goals when we set them. We pin our hopes to them like ribbons, we shower them with expectations, but we can’t ever really know how things will turn out. I can’t say for certain that i will ever complete these goals, but I cannot let that discourage me. After all, this has been 1000 words.

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Apartment 504 — Chapter 2

Summary:

Mark eyed the glass in Jackson’s hand and hesitated.  He didn’t know this man. The only time he’d ever talked to him was once when Jackson was intoxicated past the point of coherence, and once after both had returned home at the same time. This man was so loud, so sporadic, so unpredictable, and so unlike anyone Mark would ever want to be around.

But still, after a timid look into Jackson’s hopeful brown eyes, Mark met Jackson’s glass midway, the clink of glass and a shared smile between the two kicking off the start of the night.

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[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 2]  [Chapter 3]  [Chapter 4]

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11292225/chapters/25263081

hello! so, i actually changed the name of this story to Apartment 504 because Room 504 reminded me too much of a hotel room so sorry for any confusion! pls don’t beat me up i’m a pacifist and will definitely not win ok ok enjoy 

“Mark, get the fuck up.  It’s past noon.” Mark grunted tiredly, pulling the comforter over his head and curling his knees up to his chest.  He felt a dip form on his bed as Jinyoung sat down, tugging gently at Mark’s blanket in an attempt to pry it off.  “You said we would go shopping today. I need to get some books and a couple other things before the school year starts.  You too.” Mark grunted again, but narrowly complied, running a hand through his hair and stretching out his sore limbs.

“Give me twenty minutes,” he grumbled, and proceed to kick Jinyoung off his bed (literally). Jinyoung scowled and rubbed at his side (the site of impact) but ultimately left Mark to his own devices to get ready for the day.

Mark’s morning routine was a little thrown off due to the setup of the new apartment—he had to remember where he placed everything from the day before when he was unpacking his boxes.  He walked out of his bedroom, blue toothbrush wedged between his pink lips as his eyes skimmed over the nearly empty pantry for something to eat on their way out. His shoulders slumped when he found nothing convenient and he huffed through his nose, turning to walk back into his bedroom.  He stopped when he heard a soft knock at the front door.  Mark turned to face Jinyoung who was sitting on the sofa in front of the television, reading a book he’d bought only a couple days ago. Jinyoung shrugged, his expression saying, Don’t ask me, I’m not expecting anyone.  Mark gestured to the door and then to his shirtless body, his eyes saying, I can’t get it right now. You get it. Jinyoung settled back into the couch with his book, blatantly ignoring Mark’s pleas to open the door so he wouldn’t have to.

Mark groaned in annoyance as he hurried to the sink to spit out his toothpaste before opening the door.  He wasn’t sure who or what he was expecting, considering neither him nor his roommate were expecting any visitors, but what he definitely wasn’t expecting was to see no one at all.  He glimpsed down either side of the hallway and still saw no one.  As he was about to close the door, he noticed something at his feet. A six pack of beer sat alone in front of the doorway, a small letter taped to the top of one of the bottles.  Mark knelt down to eye the package, picking up the piece of paper in the process and proceeding to open it.

 Mark,

I wanted to apologize for last night. I’m not sure what all I said or did, but hopefully it wasn’t as bad as I’m imagining it to be. Accept this gift as a token of my appreciation for your help and also as an apology.

Your neighbor,

Jackson x

 Mark blinked a couple times, rereading the letter in his hand at least twice before glancing first at the beer and then to his neighbors’ closed door.  He considered knocking on their door and explaining to Jackson that it really was no problem and that this really was not necessary, but then Mark remembered that he hated confrontation, so he opted for a quick shrug, grabbing the bottles, and shutting the door with his foot.

“Who was it?” Jinyoung asked curiously, eyeing the six-pack of alcohol in Mark’s hand.

“One of the neighbors,” Mark replied, opening the fridge, and squeezing the case on the top shelf. “I guess he felt bad about last night, so he left some beer at our door.”

Jinyoung sat up on the couch, putting his book face down on the table.  “Oh yeah. What was that all about?  One second you were getting ready for bed and the next you were sitting next to some stranger puking his guts out in our bathroom.”

Mark sighed and rubbed his temples.  “He knocked on our door last night, thinking it was his, and when I told him it wasn’t, he went off to look for his own, and then he puked in the hallway outside, and basically he was just a downright mess and would probably have wound up hurt or dead if I didn’t help him.”

“Wow, Mark. Look at you being an outstanding citizen,” Jinyoung teased.

Mark rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he mumbled and headed back to his room before Jinyoung could say any more.

…

“We need food,” Mark announced, adjusting the bags in his right hand, so he could scroll through his phone with the other.  “I made a list in the car of what all we need.”

“Okay, we can stop by the store on our way home,” Jinyoung promised, turning to Mark.  “Did you eat anything yet today?” Mark shook his head and read the time at the top of his phone screen before sliding the phone back into his pocket. 3:24. Jinyoung paused mid-step, catching Mark’s arm with his free hand and spinning him so the two were face to face. “Mark! What the hell? It’s late afternoon and you haven’t eaten anything?” Mark raised his hands defensively, eyes wide. Jinyoung sighed, letting go of his arm and taking a step forward.  “Come on, let’s get something to eat,” he replied gruffly, his motherly nature kicking in at his friend’s confession.

Mark’s limbs still ached from moving such heavy boxes and furniture the day before, but walking around and shopping with Jinyoung helped distract him from the soreness while also preventing his extremities from becoming too stiff.

He and Jinyoung had spent the day picking up textbooks and excess school supplies for their classes that started in under a month.  They knew if they didn’t buy what they needed now stores would run out of supplies by time they looked for it then. Luckily, each boy had managed to find most of the things they had gone out for, each doting their fair share of bags on their arms as they walked around the outdoor shopping plaza. The pair approached a Smoothie King that had just opened a couple weeks ago and Mark stopped.

“I’m actually not too hungry right now. I was earlier, but the feeling has passed. Why don’t we just grab smoothies for a snack instead?  I can eat when we get home from the grocery store.” Jinyoung hesitated initially, his eyes meeting Mark’s, but Mark assured him that he was fine, and that he would eat when they got home, and that Jinyoung didn’t have to worry about him because he was taking good care of himself now, and also, Jinyoungie, you looooove smoothies, I know you do.  I’ll even treat you.

And so, with a long sigh and a dismissive wave of his hand, Jinyoung nodded. “Fine,” he breathed, and Mark smiled, tugging on Jinyoung’s arm and pulling the two of them into the smoothie chain.  The line was long and Mark feared that Jinyoung would be bothered by the long wait, but he actually didn’t seem to mind. The two roommates chatted in line about their upcoming schoolyear—their classes, professors, which buildings their classes would be in, etcetera. Jinyoung eagerly told Mark about all of the books he and his classmates would be reading this year, according to the class syllabi online.

Jinyoung was a literature major who was also minoring in creative writing.  Although Jinyoung exceled in both areas, Mark had never been much of a recreational reader or writer, and therefore posed a little judgmental towards his roommate and his chosen major.

Mark was a philosophy major, minoring in psychology.  Both subjects suited him well.  All his life, Mark had been a thinker, an absorber of the world around him. He frequently asked himself questions about life, nature, and the world’s existence. It was never guaranteed that he would ever find answers to his questions, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try his damn hardest.

A part of Mark also loved the human brain; he enjoyed learning about its many different functions, how things worked inside the head, how those things made people act in different ways, and why those people did certain things. Mark just liked… understanding things. He liked finding answers to questions.

Mark snapped out of the trance he didn’t realize he was in when the cashier called out, “Next!” Jinyoung stepped aside and gestured for Mark to go first. Mark scooted forward, placing his fingertips on the ceramic countertop as he looked up momentarily to meet the eyes of the man behind the counter—brown eyes… dark brown eyes… familiar dark brown eyes. Mark swallowed hard as he took in the sight of the man before him—blonde hair, rosy lips, absolutely breathtaking brown eyes; it was Jackson.

“What can I get for you?” he asked, eyes wide in attention.

Oh god. It’s him. This is so awkward. Does he recognize me from last night? If he recognizes me, why isn’t he saying anything? Mark’s thoughts ran circles around his head and he felt his throat dry as he stood there, eyes trained on the blonde’s face. Jinyoung kicked the back of his thigh, startling him, and Mark’s head swiveled, eyes narrowing at his friend.

“You’re the one who wanted smoothies, so order,” Jinyoung nudged.

Mark turned back around, hand on the back of his neck out of nervousness, and avoiding Jackson’s gaze by looking at the menu on the wall behind him. Mark cleared his throat. “Okay, um… c-could I get a… medium pineapple surf?”

Jackson nodded and plugged his order into the computer, eyes falling to Jinyoung next. Jinyoung recited his order, and then the two moved off to the side to wait for their smoothies to be made.

“Are you okay?” Jinyoung asked quietly, leaning into Mark’s side. “You looked nervous up there.”

“That’s Jackson,” Mark said, eyes unmoving from the blonde man in the process of making their smoothies.  He looked different in this setting compared to last night’s.  His hair and clothes were more put together now as opposed to his drunk, disheveled appearance at the apartment.  Despite his drunken state the previous night, Jackson looked surprisingly well rested today, like his hangover was either non-existent or he was damn good at hiding it.

Jinyoung’s eyes narrowed. “Who the hell is Jackson?”

“Jackson, our neighbor,” Mark explained.  He watched as Jackson mixed one of their smoothies in the blender, his high-pitched laugh resonating around the room as he and a coworker joked around.  “He was the one who came to our apartment drunk last night.”

Jinyoung nodded in understanding. “Wow. I didn’t recognize him, not without his face shoved in a toilet,” he mused and Mark rolled his eyes. “But what’s wrong with seeing him here? It doesn’t look like he even remembers you.”

Mark’s gaze remained trained on Jackson, his strong hands topping off the two cups with lids. His mind drifted back to the brief conversation between the two of them last night.

“You’re cute,” Jackson said.

“Oh, um, what?”

“I said I think you’re cute.” Jackson repeated.

“One pineapple surf and one angel food cake,” Jackson called out, holding a smoothie in each hand. Mark reluctantly stepped up to the register, eyes cast down as he handed over his card, Jackson quickly swiping it through the computer and handing it back to him with a soft smile.

“Have a great day,” he said, and Mark nodded.  He spun around on his heels and grabbed his roommate by the arm, pulling the two of them out the double doors.  Jinyoung scowled and sent Mark dirty looks, but didn’t press the issue as they walked back to their car.

In case Mark hadn’t said it enough already, he really hated confrontation.

…

Jackson turned off his car and pulled the keys out of the ignition, grabbing his jacket and Smoothie King hat before hopping out of his car.  His eyes drooped in exhaustion and he stretched his stiff muscles from a long day of work. In retrospect, he wished he hadn’t drank so much the night before (not just because he stumbled up to his new neighbors’ apartment in a drunken haze, but also because his hangover was a right bitch today).  The welcome home party that his friends threw for him was a total rager—loud music, lots of people, and tons of alcohol. Usually, Jackson knew his limit, knew when enough was enough, and when too much was too much, but after having not seen his friends and roommates for practically the whole summer, he really just wanted to have fun, even if that meant getting completely fucked up.

He woke up this morning to a pillow being tossed at his face.

“Get up,” Jaebum ordered.  “You have work in two hours. Go clean yourself up.” Jackson grudgingly threw his arm over his face, squinting one eye to look at his roommate who was sitting grouchily on the table beside his bed.

“If I have to work in two hours…” Jackson paused, coughing to clear the scratchiness out of his throat.  He blinked a few times, feeling the pressure of what would soon be an intense headache forming in his temples, and started again.  “If I have to work in two hours, why are you waking me up now?” he asked.

“Because you need time to clean yourself up before going in. You smell like you bathed in alcohol last night.” Jackson chuckled under his breath and Jaebum shoved his shoulder. “It’s not funny, you were an absolute royal pain in the ass last night. Do you even remember what happened?”

Jackson hummed sleepily and grinned.  “I remember having a hell of a good time.”

Jaebum scoffed and stood up to walk towards the bedroom door. “Yeah, you did.  But you also stumbled up to the new neighbors’ apartment and passed out drunk on their bathroom floor.”

Jackson sat up to look at Jaebum, but immediately regretted his decision when he felt all the blood in his body rush to his head.  He leaned back slightly and massaged his forehead to relieve the building pressure.  “Wait. Back up.  What?”

Jaebum sighed and inhaled a deep breath before starting. “You passed out in our neighbors’ apartment when you were trying to come home after the party last night.  One of them took care of you until I got there to pick you up. You owe him… big time.”

Jackson rubbed his eyes and fell back into his pillows. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he said. “Seriously.  I didn’t know it was that bad.  Thank you for coming to get me.”

“I should have left you there,” Jaebum grumbled and opened the door to leave.

“Aw, Jaebummie, you don’t mean that,” Jackson smiled, sending his friend his most irresistible puppy dog face.  “You still love me, right?”

“Whatever,” Jaebum muttered and exited the room, closing the door behind him.  Jackson was just beginning to get up when Jaebum entered the room again.  “By the way, his name is Mark,” he added.

“What?” Jackson replied.

“The guy who helped you last night. His name is Mark.”

Jackson yawned as he locked his car, waiting for the beep to sound before making his way inside the apartment building. He entered the lobby and headed in the direction of the elevators.  As he rounded the corner, he noticed one of the elevator doors closing.

“Hey, hold that please!” he shouted, sprinting towards the door.  An arm protruded from inside the elevator to prevent the door from closing and Jackson slipped inside as it slid open again. He took a moment to catch his breath as the doors began closing again. “Thank you,” he said, reaching over to press the button for the fifth floor, but realizing it was already lit up.

He turned and smiled to the person on his right and tilted his head when he recognized the face. “Hey! I’ve seen you. You came into Smoothie King today. Pineapple surf, yeah?” The brunette avoided eye contact, and he wondered if maybe he was wrong and he wasn’t the person he had seen today.

“Uh, yeah. That was me,” he said, a forced smile making its way onto his lips as he adjusted the Shake Shack carryout bag in his hands.

“Cool!” Jackson said in an attempt to break the ice.  “What apartment do you live in?  It looks like we both live on the same floor.”

But before he could answer, the elevator dinged and came to a stop. Both men looked up to the screen above the double doors that currently displayed the number five. Jackson stepped out of the elevator behind the man and the two turned left down the long hallway. He felt a bit like a stalker as he followed the man down the hallway to get to their respective apartments. Jackson watched as the man stopped at the door next to his own.

“Oh, you’re one of the new neighbors!” Jackson smiled, leaning his shoulder into the apartment door. The man fiddled with his keys and nodded his head. “What’s your name?” he continued in the hopes that he could start getting to know his new neighbor.  “I’m Jackson.  I live here with my two roommates.”

“I know,” the man said quietly, nervously scratching the back of his neck and turning to face Jackson. “We had a brief encounter last night.  I’m Mark.”

Oh?

Oh.

Jackson gulped. How had he forgotten about that already? I mean sure, it was late at night and he felt like he had been awake for a solid 72 hours straight, but still.

Jackson’s eyes fell to the floor. “Yeah, um, about that…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mark assured him.  “It’s not a big deal.  You just looked like you could use some help last night so…”

“Did you get my peace offering today?” Jackson inquired. Mark nodded and a twinge of relief washed over him.  “I still feel horrible about it all.  My roommate filled me in on everything this morning.  Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?” Mark shook his head and Jackson fought off a smile.  “You don’t talk much do you?”

Mark blushed and lightly shrugged his shoulders.  “No, not really. I’m not much of a people-person,” he said and switched his weight from one foot to the other, a nervous tick, Jackson thought.

“Hm, well maybe things will change with me as your neighbor,” Jackson beamed and Mark chuckled a bit under his breath.

“Maybe,” he replied and reached for his door.

“Wait.” Jackson extended a hand in Mark’s direction to stop him.  “Did I do anything last night?” Mark squinted his eyes in confusion and Jackson searched for more words. “Like, did I say anything to you or do anything to you last that made you, I don’t know, like, uncomfortable?  You seem… uncomfortable around me.”

“Um, no, not that I can remember,” he said, his teeth pulling lightly at his lip.

“Something tells me you’re lying,” Jackson pushed.  His eyes widened as a thought came to mind.  “I didn’t kiss your or anything, did I?”

“No!” Mark assured him waving his hands in front of him for emphasis.  “No, definitely not.  You just… never mind.”

“No, tell me!” Jackson pleaded, his stomach turning at the thought of him doing/saying something unforgivable to someone he had never met.  “What did I do?  Whatever it is, I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“I-it’s nothing bad,” Mark said, cheeks flushing a light pink.  “You just… you told me I was cute,” he said quickly. “It’s all I think about when I see you now, that’s all.” Jackson closed his eyes and breathed sigh of relief. This…this he could work with.

“I’m sorry,” Jackson said, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lip.  “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But if it means anything, I know I meant it, even in my drunken state.”  Jackson thought it impossible for Mark’s face to grow any redder, so he decided to cut things short for the sake of his dignity.  “Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Mark.  I hope to see you around.” He offered a gentle smile to his new neighbor and swiftly entered his apartment, thinking to himself, how did I get this lucky to have such an adorable next-door neighbor?

i’m actually the biggest fucking dweeb in the history of ever so please don’t be afraid to follow me or message me or ask me things. i love meeting and getting to know new people! comment your thoughts and i’ll blow u a kiss <3

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So, here is my list of telenovelas to watch

099 Central (Argentina) - hot cops fight a super psycho who is hero’s brother and make out. I am in it for the leads who I will watch in anything (they are the OTP in Padre Coraje.)

Alborada (Mexico) - like one of those old-school romance novels, our hero is a hunted nobleman whose paths cross with a mistreated wife.  Wife’s evil in-laws blackmail him into pretending to be her husband on pain of death (go with it - just think of Kathleen Woodiwiss) because they need heroine to have a kid. That happens and they meet years later. I am here for fine lawn shirts, swords, tight pants, and make-outs in the field of flowers.

Alma Pirata (Argentina) - three friends, love stories, revenge blah blah. Watching because recommended. 

Amazonia (Brazil) - it’s period, that’s all I need to know. 

Amor del Bueno (Peru) - have never seen a Peruvian one. Also politician’s wife and hardcore journalist falling for each other when they are kidnapped? Yes PLS.

Amor Gitano (Mexico) - noble woman in love with a gypsy in the Middle Ages? OMG where do I sign up! 

Caminho dos Indios (Brazil) - a telenovela set in India? Frankly I am checking it out because It sounds so strange!

Chocolate com Pimento (Brazil) - 1920s, flappers, chocolate factory, poor heroine makes good.

Corazon Salvaje (Mexico) - 1993 version. Pirate x nun. That’s all that needs to be said.

Corazon Valiente (US) - two lady bffs meet as adults. There are cops and stuff and it’s on Netflix so I am gonna give it a try.

El Elegido (Argentina) - adultery! masons! blah blah blah!!! It came recommended and I like the actors but frankly I know little about it.

El Zorro, la espada y la rosa - Zorro!!!! Mmmmmm!!!!

Gabriela (Brazil) - small 1920s town is shaken up by the arrival of Gabriela, a sultry and mesmerizing migrant and Mundinho Falcao, a young reformer. Surprisingly they do not hook up but have parallel stories and OTPs. Hooray. Based on one of my very favorite novels though only very very loosely.

La Dona (Mexico) - lady and her daughter fight for the same man. Okaaaaaay. But looks pretty!

La Esclava Isaura (Brazil) - yup, am gonna rewatch the 70s novela of my childhood about boring but virtuous white slave girl who finds happiness despite her evil master. The main heroine is blah but ahhhh the side stories! Ah, Henrique my love! 

La Gata (Mexico) - poor girl, rich boy. Oh, my girlcrush Maite Perroni, ILY!

La Mujer en el Espejo (Colombia) - ugly woman becomes pretty during the day thanks to a magic mirror (and back to ugly at night) but what happens when it breaks? This sound awesome!

La Passione (Brazil) - lady learns her husband gave away her kid. My fave plot trope, sorry!

La Tempestad (Mexico) - I am here for William Levy. The end. I am sure there is some sort of a plot but does it really matter?

La Traicion (Colombia) - two hot identical twins in the 1890s fall for the heroine. Pity that one is evil and will stop at nothing to separate her from her true love, the other twin. (Lady, why be picky? Either one looks like Mario Cimarro.) This sounds so bonkers I simply must. 

La Usurpadora (Mexico) - if I discovered I had an identical twin, I’d find better uses for that knowledge than to ask her to swap with me so she could put up with my husband, who is awesome, sexy and looks like Fernando Colunga. But what do I know?

Made in Cartagena (Colombia) - lady is ordered to seek revenge on awesome guy. Geeee, I wonder what will happen? Mainly to see Miguel de Miguel play a sweetheart as he was so repulsive and terrifying in La Esclava Blanca, I cannot imagine it.

Mas Sabe el Diablo (US) - the mob plus the male lead looks a lot like Aidan Turner and I am a shallow woman!

Milagros aka Mas Alla del Horizonte (Argentina) - set in 19th century, this has it all - evil families, star-crossed lovers (he is a white boy brought up by Indians! She is a well-off white lady!) etc etc etc! 

Montecristo (Argentina) - modern day count of monte cristo. Yum.

Morena Clara (Venezuela) - 1980s clothes and mullets (yes, one of the characters has a mullet!) terrify me but I am a sucker for star-crossed lovers and want to see Luis Jose Santander as an earnest romance hero after watching him steal the show as a charming scoundrel in Pasion. P.S. I am aware Morena Clara was made in 1994. Somehow it still has 80s hairdos and fashions.

O Clone (Brazil) - a woman is torn between her lover and his clone. Ummmmm. Solutions that come to mind are not suitable to family television.

Padre Coraje (Argentina) - yes, I am still watching this beast of a show! It’s almost 200 eps and I am on 135. Noble bandit pretends to be a priest to solve a crime, hooks up with the victim’s daughter, there are psychos and supernatural conspiracies.  if you ever wanted to see a reincarnation of Jesus nibble on a woman's neck and caress her legs, this is for you.   

Pasion (Mexico) - am on ep 70 of 95 now. Pirates, damsels, evil lords, costumes, wigs, multiple OTPs oh my. It’s not deep or realistic in any way, but sometimes I have a yet for a picaresque fluffy romance novel of a show.

Pasion de Gavilanes (Colombia) - it feels like I’ve been watching this for a decade because this is pretty and shippy but so slow I can literally hear grass grow as I watch.

Pasion y Poder (Mexico) - poor abused oppressed rich wife wants to leave her monster of a husband and reunite with her first love. Ooops, everyone in the audience apparently is bored to death by first love and evil husband steals the show. The fun is watching the poor writers trying to madly rewrite the story halfway through and turn supposedly evil husband into a misunderstood woobie. Eh, who am I kidding, I am here for Fenrando Colunga, 50 but still fiiine, going from villain to hero on the sheer force of his charisma.

Ramona (Mexico) - noble Indians and noble Spanish fight evil Americans in the 1840s. I am here for Eduardo Palomo in a loin cloth and also because I’ve never seen Kate del Castillo in anything. Secondary dude has an unfortunate 70s mustache but alas we can’t all be perfect.

Reina de Corazones (US) - Our heroine wakes up not remembering her marriage to a hot hot guy. I wish we all had such problems.

Resistire aka Siempre Julia (Argentina) - talk about married to the mob! Poor heroine unknowingly marries an evil mobster with a plan to take over the world. Luckily, one of his assistants (a) also wants out of the life (b) is madly in love with her. Witness protection and make outs ensue!

Rosario Tijeras (Colombia) - a mob hit woman gets involved with two different dudes and nothing good happens to anyone. I’d prefer the Mexican version but can’t find it anywhere with subs and this is on Netflix. 

Senora Acero (Mexico) - bring it on, cartel queen in love with a federal agent! On Netflix.

Sortilegio (Mexico) William Levy and his biceps star as an amnesiac who is told a lady is his wife but little does he know she was forced by his evil brother to pretend to be so to steal his cash. We all should have such luck!

Terra Esperanza aka Esperanca (Brazil) - true lovers are separated by a trip to Brazil where our “hero” (I use the term loosely) acquires another wife. Ooops, his first love is not dead and somehow sets to win her hapless, spineless but very hot man back. Good luck to you, lady!

Terra Nostra (Brazil) - lovers are separated by a trip to Brazil where our hero acquires another wife. I am noticing a theme here. Luckily, heroine also acquired a husband so reciprocal angst and misery for everyone.

Yago, Pasion Morena (Argentina) - villager x city lady. Here purely because of my Facundo Arana megacrush.

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James Russell Morley in “The End of Eddy” at BAM and Laurenz Laufenberg in “The History of Violence” at St. Anne’s Warehouse, adaptations of autobiographical novels by Édouard Louis

The same gay character who is bullied in one play is nearly murdered in another play in a theater some two miles away. In an unusual collaboration, two Brooklyn theaters are simultaneously presenting stage adaptations of two autobiographical novels by 27-year-old French writer Édouard Louis. Both officially open tonight – not a coincidence – and have much in common, including innovative stagecraft with a heavy reliance on videos. But they differ markedly in tone, and in any case are separate shows with separate admissions, and so I review them separately below.

The End of Eddy at Brooklyn Academy of Music

James Russell Morley and Oseloka Obi on the video

Oseloka Obi

James Russell Morley l and Oseloka Obi

As they bounce onto the stage, two young actors dressed in identical striped shirts and bright white sneakers tell us that the play we’re about to see is based on a book of the same name by the French writer Édouard Louis, that it was published when he was 21 years old and that it focuses on the life of one Eddy Bellegueule between the ages 10 and 15, growing up in a small, grim rural village in the North of France. It was a bestseller in France, they continue, it has been translated into more than 25 languages, “and everywhere it’s been praised for its open and honest discussion of poverty and violence, and sex and homosexuality.”

Clearly, parts of “The End of Eddy” resemble a book report for school. Over the 90 minutes of the show, they even read or recite passages directly from the book. This reflects the initial audience for this adaptation by Pamela Carter. It was presented at a children’s theater in the UK — which explains why “we’ve had to leave a lot out.”

But for all the self-consciously childlike tone in the storytelling, “The End of Eddy,”which is having a brief run through November 21 as part of BAM’s Next Wave Festival, cannot be dismissed as a simple story hour for children.

This is for two reasons.

One is because of the inventive stagecraft. The two performers (Oseloka Obi and James Russell Morley) are not just narrators, talking  straightforwardly to the audience. They also portray Eddy, sometimes separately, sometimes simultaneously – and often in pre-recorded videos, on four video monitors lined up behind them. The videos often also offer texts as well, in what feel at times as if lifted from “Sesame Street.”

(Why four videos? At one point, the Eddys explain: “There were four televisions in my house….My father used to find them at the rubbish tip, and bring them home and repair them.”)

The two actors, who are ultimately as persuasive as they are energetic and charming, also portray Eddy’s mother and father, siblings, friends, people in the village and, most memorably, two bullies – all of whom interact on screen with the live actors on stage.

The main reason “The End of Eddy” is an effective work of theater is the rawness of the stories — his harrowing accounts of the relentless bullying, the deadened people in the dying factory town, his sad and funny efforts to “be a man,” his sexual experimenting. If it’s toned down from the novel, “The End of Eddy” is blunt enough so that the theater only recommends it for ages 16 and over.

It’s no spoiler to point out that “The End of Eddie” ends with the end of Eddy, because the two storytellers tell us that in the very beginning. But if that sounded ominous at the outset, “The End of Eddy” ends hopeful and warmhearted, with Eddy Bellegueule at age 15 getting a scholarship to study theater far away from his hometown tormentors. It’s the end of Eddy because Eddy Bellegueule changes his name to Édouard Louis.

“In an interview,” our two narrators tell us near the end, “Édouard said the reason he changed his name was not because he wanted to kill off Eddy but because ‘Eddy’ represented his father’s idea of masculinity. Eddy was the name of a man he could never succeed in becoming.”

History of Violence at St. Ann’s Warehouse

“History of Violence” begins with a crime scene. Three people wearing the disposable white suits that peg them as forensic technicians dust for fingerprints, as we can see close up in a live video projected onto the back wall. It will take quite a while into the two hour play (with no intermission) before we find out precisely what happened, the story parceled out the way it might be in a mystery or a police procedural. But “History of Violence” doesn’t fit those genres; it’s autobiographical: The crime reportedly happened to Édouard Louis for real in 2012. It strikes me as primarily an examination of trauma; that is in any case the most consistently insightful aspect of the play. The traumatic impact on the victim is evident from the first glimpse of the disconsolate blond man in a pink shirt sitting upstage (portrayed by Laurenz Laufenberg.) We’ll call the character Édouard, although he’s not named in the play. At the start, while the crime investigators do their work, Edouard moves to the lip of the stage and talks into a microphone (The play is in German, with English captions projected onto the back.) “In a week you’ll think, it’s been a whole week since it happened; in a year: it’s been a whole year.” Edouard narrates how in the immediate aftermath he did the laundry, burned incense, used air freshener, scrubbed the door knob, poured bleach into the sink, squirted saline solution into his nostrils, did everything and anything he could think of to get rid of the smell, the presence, of his assailant. But nothing worked. There are other characters, and other actions, but they all in different ways revolve around Édouard and the incident. He visits his hometown, staying with his sister (Alina Stiegler), where he’s reminded why he left; he overhears his sister telling her husband about the crime. Édouard is also interviewed by the police, who are casually racist, assuming the assailant was Arab. These scenes weave in and out of the moment-by-moment direct encounter with the man who became his assailant, which is re-enacted in bits and piece — arguably the way an individual reconstructs the memory of a trauma, out of order, unbidden. Eventually, the full story emerges. On Christmas Eve, a man who says his name is Reda (Renato Schuch) flirts with Edouard on the street, convinces him to invite him into his home. Reda tells a long story about the arduous journey his father took from Algeria to France. Then the two have sex repeatedly; they fall asleep in one another’s arms. When they both wake up, Edouard goes to take a shower. When he comes back, he notices that Reda has stolen his iPad and his smart phone. He politely asks for it back. Reda becomes enraged, takes out a gun…and rapes Édouard. This is reenacted in such explicit and extended detail that three different members of the audience rushed out across the stage to exit as if in urgent need of the restroom. I didn’t need to rush out. But, I left the play feeling as if there must be something missing in the translation from page to stage (not to mention the translation from French to German to English subtitles.) “History of Violence” offers a committed performances by the four-member cast, aided by meticulous stagecraft involving artistic projections and a live drummer dramatically underscoring the action. And somewhere along the way there is a suggestion that Reda’s explosion was motivated by self-hate and shame. But the point of the production ultimately felt more like an exercise in stagecraft rather than an exploration of history or violence.

  The End of Eddy Untitled Projects/Unicorn Theatre (UK) Based on the book En finir avec Eddy Bellegueule by Édouard Louis Adapted by Pamela Carter Directed by Stewart Laing Set and costume design by Hyemi Shin Video design by Finn Ross Lighting design by Zerlina Hughes Sound design by Josh Anio Grigg Cast: Oseloka Obi and James Russell Morley BAM Fisher (Fishman Space) 321 Ashland Pl Nov 19–21 at 7:30pm Tickets: $25 (recommended for ages 16+)

      History of Violence Adapted from the novel by Édouard Louis and directed by Thomas Ostermeier Dramaturgy by Florian Borchmeyer, set and costume design by Nina Wetzel, lighting design by Michael Wetzel, music composed by Nils Ostendorf, video designed by ,Sebastien Dupouey, choreographd by Johanna Lemke Cast: Christoph Gawenda, Laurenz Laufenberg, Renato Schuch,andAlina Stiegler,and drummer Thomas Witte. Running time: 2 hours with no intermission Tickets: $46 to $71 “History of Violence” is on stage at St. Ann’s Warehouse through Dec. 1 Due to depictions of nudity and sexual situations, History of Violence is recommended for ages 17+.

The End of Eddy and The History of Violence Theater Reviews: A Bullied Gay Boy Becomes A Nearly Murdered Gay Man The same gay character who is bullied in one play is nearly murdered in another play in a theater some two miles away.

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Welcome to Behind The Magic, Amy. We really loved your app for Matilda Olsen with the FC of Amanda Seyfried and we can’t wait to see what you do with her! Please look at our checklist and send in your account within 24 hours. We’re excited to see more of you here at Behind The Magic!

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Matilda “Tilly” Oslen

Faceclaim: Amanda Seyfried

Age: 28

Birthday: 17th April

Species: Half Faerie

TV Show & Occupation:

Writer on True Devotion.

BIOGRAPHY:

Born into the Oslen family, Matilda (preferred to be known as “Tilly”), was the light of her father’s dreams, she was everything he had wished for and more in a daughter. Her eyes? As deep and as bright as the ocean. She was loved tremendously by him, but her mother? There was nothing quite as sweet as the unconditional love and glow she gave her. In comparison to her half siblings that were the result of her father’s previous relationship, Tilly was pushed to excel with everything she did. Despite outsiders promptly perceiving her as the favourite child, she never became too big for her boots. She was grounded, her brother and sister? She couldn’t have loved more. She cherished them. It was as she grew more aware of the rock between Aurora and their father, that she realised how unfair he was and the attitude he held? She didn’t like. He had never done her wrong, he was caring and considerate, but to see how singled out her sister was? It made her prominently included her, show her loyalty as well as keep her smile on her face for as long as she deemed fit. Even as a teenager she held the utter most respect for her half-siblings, but when Aurora moved on at such an early age? Matilda only focused more of her attention to her education, wanting to make her parents proud, but more importantly; her mother.

It wasn’t until her late teens that she discovered something that she never deemed physically possible within herself; it was almost as if a bolt of lightening shot directly out of her palm and where she was? End of year blowout. Many of her then friends witnessed and practically shunned her out of fear. It was only then that she found out what her true heritage was and where her roots began. Her mother, Adeline, explained all numerous times due to the very disbelieving looks that featured and eventually, she learned of the existence of the species she was half of, as well as the reason why she had never noticed how prominent her mother’s pointy ears were, until it was revealed how she had the ability of illusion casting as well as the one ability Tilly had clearly inherited; Electrokinesis. It was later known that Adeline could no longer enter the faerie realm due to an affiliation she held with a vampire, one that in turn, caused her to be banished from the realm. At just twenty one years old, her mother’s backstory was one she held with her, still not even knowing to this day whether or not her father knew his partner’s true age.  

Social interactions were a rarity until she left for college whilst partway through learning about what she could do as a faerie, Tilly was naturally one to keep her head down and with her natural creative abilities, she soon breezed through her creative writing degree and in turn, started to study for screen and television at the University of Southern California. It was there that she found all her connections that lead her to Canada, holding down first job in screen writing since graduating with flying colours. Despite the variety of creatures as well as humans working at and for BTM, not many know that Matilda is part faerie, this is all down to her mother’s warning when it comes to the vampiric species. She knew just how attracted she was to them, despite how drawn they can be to their blood and the danger it poses. Keeping her head down and concentrating on her work seems to be her fall back and with True Devotion being newly aired, it provides a distraction also for her, as despite her calm and friendly nature, Tilly is prone to angry outbursts if stress becomes too much and down to the one ability she holds as a half faerie and the danger it is if not controlled well? She sees herself a threat to some because she hasn’t truly mastered electrokinesis.

ANYTHING ELSE:

Anything else you would like us to know feel free to put here: a few plot ideas come to mind; I would like her to explore and expand on her Faerie knowledge, as well as go to the realm and dive into that side of things for her. I’m interested in her strengthening the skills she has as a half Faerie. With BTM, eventually I would like her to be a writer on her own television show or even movie she has created. I have more but those are the sorta top three. ALSO, if you have any queries with my app or what me to change anything pls let me know.

[lindyhunt]

Everything That Upset the Internet This Week

What is the web-o-sphere angry about this week? The conscious coupling of a comedian and pop princess, a Harry Potter casting choice and a Kardashian sister who could be working undercover for the dairy industry Here’s everything you need to know.

Pete Davidson says some weird things about Ariana Grande

THE STORY: During a radio interview with Howard Stern, SNL cast-member Pete Davidson made a series of comments and jokes about his fiancé, Ariana Grande, that have people asking questions. For starters, he said he’s “never been prouder” than when he watched former U.S. President Bill Clinton seemingly “eyeing” Grande at Aretha Franklin’s funeral last month. And, later in the interview when asked about how he deals with his fiancé being objectified by men on the regular, he said: “I get it. I was jerking off to her before I met her! I’ve been in the other shoes. Who knew I was practicing this whole time [for our relationship.]?”

And wait! That’s not all. In another interview sound bit that the media quickly picked up on, Davidson appears to express sympathy Bishop Charles E. Ellis III, who was accused of inappropriately touching Grande during a live television broadcast. “Shitty situation…” he said, “I feel bad for that guy.”

THE REACTION:

fuck pete davidson ariana deserves so much better pic.twitter.com/fbpLiaD7Jk

— cait (@kissyIipa) September 27, 2018

pete davidson is publicly encouraging toxic male behaviour towards his own fiancé, you should not defend any man who inappropriately touches anyone and it’s certainly not a compliment to be “eyed up” there’s something seriously wrong with him

— t (@louvinglyharry) September 27, 2018

Pete Davidson is DISGUSTING. Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I don’t care if he “makes ariana happy”, he treats her with no respect publicly and I don’t see him ever complimenting her for anything but her “sexiness” :( (Don’t even try to comment and attack me, it wont work)

— mark 💧 (@remcamiIa) September 27, 2018

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: Man, Ariana Grande has had a rough year. Shortly after Davidson’s interview went viral, Grande tweeted a string of emotional messages, including: “can i pls have one okay day. just one. pls.” and “ty for loving me sm i do not deserve it.”

Is she addressing her fan’s Davidson backlash? We don’t know—and it’s probably not our business. What we do know is that Davidson is a brutally honest dude whose made a career out making uncomfortable, often-inappropriate jokes. I think Grande probably knew that before accepting his proposal. We also know that a lot these quotes were taken pretty out of context. For example, here’s everything Davidson said about the whole bishop situation: “It’s not cool and I feel really bad. We both don’t think that was intentional. He’s a really tall guy, she’s very little. He was trying to be funny. He did a stupid joke, he’s a pastor. He did a shitty joke, broadcast it on TV. Shitty situation…I feel bad for that guy.”

An Asian actress Claudia Kim plays Nagini in Fantastic Beasts

THE STORY: The final trailer for Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindlewald, the latest film from J.K Rowling’s extended Harry Potter universe, revealed that the character played by Claudia Kim is actually Nagini, a cursed woman who eventually transforms into Voldemort’s killer snake later in the Harry Potter series.

THE REACTION:

I feel like this is the problem when white people want to diversify and don't actually ask POC how to do so. They don't make the connection between making Nagini an Asian woman who later on is the pet of a white man. So I'm going to say it right now. That shit is racist.

— Ellen "Call Me General" Oh (@ElloEllenOh) September 25, 2018

issue isn't that nagini's a villain, but that she's barely a character at all. presumably enslaved, as humanoid pet & before as circus act, but w/no redemption arc as her death in DH is a fun victory for Good. & nagini is SE Asian iconography used as EAsian snake/dragon lady🙄

— ryen 🦇 (@RyeriLim) September 26, 2018

@jk_rowling listen Joanne, we get it, you didn't include enough representation when you wrote the books. But suddenly making Nagini into a Korean woman is garbage. Representation as an afterthought for more woke points is not good representation. https://t.co/UIrR7yiKQD

— Jen Moulton (@J_A_Moulton) September 26, 2018

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: Since The Philosopher’s Stone, there problem with diversity and racial stereotyping in J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. And in recent years, as the wizarding world continues to hold a powerful place in popular culture, it feels like the author has made attempts to rectify her lack of representation. (For example, a black actress was cast to play Hermione in the stage play, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, a decision that was both praised and criticized.)

It appears that this backtracked diversity is exactly what has been done with Nagini. The criticism that casting an Asian actress as a pet snake feeds into the fetishisation of East Asian women is valid. But on the flip side, writer Biba Kang points out that “had a Caucasian actor been cast in the role, you could imagine that journalists like me would be writing censorious pieces about white-washing and the cultural appropriation of Asian mythology.” She then points out the backlash against Tilda Swinton playing the Ancient One in Marvel’s Doctor Strange, despite the director’s argument that using an Asian actor would contribute to a racist stereotype. 

Here’s what Rowling has to say about all of it: “The Naga are snake-like mythical creatures of Indonesian mythology, hence the name Nagini” and “Indonesia comprises a few hundred ethnic groups, including Javanese, Chinese and Betawi.” Is that a mic drop? Hard to say. I’m most interested in hearing from Claudia Kim, the actress who plays Nakini in the film, and who seems very excited about her role in the franchise.

There’s a Kylie Jenner cereal conspiracy

THE STORY: Kylie Jenner, Realizer of Things™, has come to a revelation. On September 18, 2018, Kylie Jenner tweeted: “last night i had cereal with milk for the first time. life changing.” At this point, the Internet pretty much lost it, and Jenner clarified: “i always liked my cereal dry i never bothered to put milk.” (Kris Jenner later confirmed this key information about her daughter to E! News, saying she’s to blame for Kylie’s strange habit: “It’s all my fault. Guilty as charged. I let the kid eat dry cereal and I think it just kind of stuck with her.”)

THE REACTION:

Kylie Jenner LIED to us! She has had cereal with Milk! pic.twitter.com/BM6R9v6zrp

— Natalia11 (@Natalia11) September 20, 2018

The dairy industry have clearly paid kylie to promote their products as more an more people are becoming aware how bad dairy actually is for you, the same with Kim when she took pictures drinking out the bottle 👀👀

— 💎charlea (@chardunbar_xx) September 23, 2018

Kylie Jenner is working for the milk industry and tweeted that shit last night cause milk stocks been going down since people been drinking dairy alternatives. STAY WOKE

— Titty Milk (@TYB_Johnny) September 20, 2018

RIGHTEOUSNESS OF THE RAGE: She’s a liar AND she’s working undercover for the diary industry?! There’s a lot of garbage going on in the world right, and I really don’t think there’s anything wrong creating an unlikely celebrity conspiracy theory to distract from the madness. Oh, and Kylie, if you’re reading this, you owe us the truth!!!