#oh jinx. you deserved to be an art major

[anna-scribbles]

jinx went to the megamind school of presentation

[manicpixieyandere]

Arcane Season 2 Felt More Like A Teaser Than A Season

Does this make sense to anyone else? Like we remember watching the trailers and being like "Oh can't wait to see what Vi's pit fighter era is like". And "Oh we can't wait to see how Jinx and Ekko end up close enough to LITERALLY PAINT EACH OTHER?!".

And then how did we feel after watching the end of the season? "Oh can't wait to see what Vi's pit fighter era is like". And "Oh we can't wait to see how Jinx and Ekko end up close enough to LITERALLY PAINT EACH OTHER?!". The Vi pit fighter era WAS the music video we'd already been shown. And almost all of Jinx and Ekko's main universe scenes were cut! And those are just the tip of the iceberg!

Our main complaint about season 2 is that it just goes too fast. And almost all major issues about the season stem back to that. This show really needed three season. Why?

Well a main complaint we've seen about this season is how it completely does away with the class divide narrative between Piltover and Zaun in favor of Viktor's magic Jesus cult and Noxus. And we completely agree! This would have been fixed by having season 2 wrap up the class divide story line and season 3 be about Noxus and Viktor. This way the stakes amp up in a way more digestible to the viewer as well. Things start off with the class divide, which then gets to be a war, then we amp up to magic death of both cities on the line. Instead of class divide to immediate unrelated death. Not to mention more care can be put on the class divide instead of excusing Piltover as if nothing happened.

(Also if we had more time for scenes then maybe CaitVi can have a better sesbian lex scene than going to town right after Vi's sister said "Hey, I'm gonna go off myself".

We know this show is expensive to make so even just say, three more episodes could have been better to slow the pace a little. Or hell we don't know, maaaaaybe the damn hour and ten minutes of content cut from the final episode??? The show still needed to go slower and that hour wouldn't save it, but damn it'd sure help!

With the way the season is rushed nothing is actually resolved. The class issues persist. Sure Sevika is on the council now, but you, the viewer don't actually get to know how that plays out. Vi and Caitlyn's relationship just ends a toxic mess of oppressor x oppressed "She's one of the good ones". And Jinx, oh my god Jinx.

Why is it that the lesson is the oppressed must stop the cycle of violence? Why must the mentally ill girl abandon her family who LOVES her to make her family happy? Is that the lesson we are really teaching today? Jinx went from being one of our favorite most accurate portrayals of mental illness to now being a plot device to tell people who relate to her to abandon everything. It's saying you're too much of a burden for your families. That's a fucking horrible thing to portray in a definitive light???

See we were fine with it at first while it was happening on screen because it made sense. People with BPD tend to feel "evil" or to be too much for their loved ones. It's very common for them to break off relationships. But it should only ever be from Jinx's skewed perspective! The lesson should end up being that Jinx was wrong, that she isn't actually a Jinx! Jinx should learn that it's ok to love and be with her sister. That she won't kill her just from being there. Instead the narrative teaches both Jinx and the audience that she was right all along, that she doesn't deserve that love.

Things get even weirder with Ekko. Looking at the stuff in the art book it seems Jinx is absolutely obsessed in love with him (real girl). She is basically saying "That's my man" in all the art book graffiti. But we don't get to actually see any of this??? Which means we don't get to know what made her decide to leave him either! Is the lesson to also abandon everyone in our lives, not just family?!?

If we got scenes of Ekko and Jinx talking more, maybe JUST maybe it would have made more sense. Or maybe if they had more time she just would have gotten a better ending, we'll never know. Either way the series definitely needed more time to do everything it wanted to do. It completely sideline its main character in season 2, as well as the entire MAIN PLOT! And then goes on to teach horrible lessons to the audience about oppression and victims within the system.

Honestly we still enjoyed season 2. It was beautifully animated and you know the scenes we did get between characters were amazing when they actually existed! Jayce and Viktor took a turn very different than their OG game counterparts but it was welcomed. (Gonna ignore all the weird comments from Linke right now before we have a brain aneurysm).

All in all; Arcane season 2 was an amazing TEASER for a show, but did not deliver as a show itself. It really needed 3 seasons and to show more care on its characters and the hardships they face within the divide of Piltover and Zaun. (And it should have never been canon to main League).

[xxsanshinexx]

The Chaotic Gryffindor

Happy birthday @soulofatiny! Here’s your present, a hogwarts san au cause I know you love hogwarts and san, so why not put them together? I hope you have a good birthday lovely <3

Characters: Gryffindor! San x Ravenclaw! reader

Words: 4173

Genre: Fluff (this should just be expected at this point lol)

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Choi San = the most chaotic Gryffindor 

He was proud, he was brave and most importantly knew how to prank

It’s what earned him the title of the most chaotic gryffindor, by both students and professors. 

Its not that he didn’t have other redeemable qualities, San was plenty smart and scored very high on tests (being one of the most proficient students at Defense of the Dark Arts and Charms)

He was even a renown beater for the quidditch team, one of the best the school had seen in several years

It’s just that he was so adept at pranking

and his pranks did not discriminate between professors, students, or houses.

His favorite targets were hufflepuff and slytherin

Hufflepuff because Yunho and Mingi gave the best reaction when jinxed snakes slithered on the floor of their common room

and Slytherin because they often blamed one another before turning heads towards the infamous Gryffindor. San just loved the turmoil he could so easily cause by setting off a few fireworks at Yeosang’s feet from a distance.

No one even knows how he has all the passwords to the common rooms, he just managed to get his hands on it one day and ever since then no one’s been safe

but his favorite pranks came during class, when it was an entire free for all

And that’s where you come in. 

Charms was one of the few classes the Ravenclaw shared with the rowdy Gryffindors. It wasn’t bad, they did their work and were relatively relaxed about it most of the time.

Except when Choi San decided to make his presence known

And today was unluckily one of those days.

“Today, class, we will be reviewing rictuhsempra!” Flitwick announced as he lifted himself up to stand on his platform, “Does anyone remember what it does?”

Your hand was up in an instant, though none of the other students paid it any mind they were used to you answering everything about your preferred subject, “It’s the tickling charm, professor.”

“Very good, L/n.” Flitwick gave you an approving nod before he turned to the rest of the class, “As Y/n said, we will be learning about the tickling charm today. Last class we merely discussed it’s usage and how it would work in theory-”

His words bleeded into background noise as you made eye contact with the grinning lion across the room. San always caught your eye in this class, mainly due to the fact that he sat directly across from you, and tended to make you loose focus on Flitwick’s words. It didn’t hinder you much though as you practiced Charms enough in solitude that you barely needed his lengthy instructions.

San raised his eye brows at you, with his lips quirking up further, as the two of you made eye contact. You just rolled your eyes with a light smile and went back to focusing on the way Flitwick was waving his wand about. 

It was decided from day one of charms that you and San were the most proficient. You both needed little instruction to do things that would take others a week to learn. 

Your proficiency at charms though didn’t mean you two were good friends however, you knew to stay away from the gryffindor who caused more trouble than what he was good for. San and you barely spoke, and when you did it was mainly about charms.

San enjoyed the fact that you didn’t fawn over him like the rest of the houses did, that you weren’t swindled by the trouble he loved to cause.

“Now this movement is very precise! I’m sure the vast majority of you forgot how to cast it since your second year-” Guilty eyes avoided Flitwicks gaze, “And nonetheless, there are some better revisions to the spells motions. Now please follow along with me.”

You sighed as you ran through the motions robotically. You were one of the few students who retained the information regarding charms since your early years at Hogwarts.

It was no surprise either that San was moving through the movements rather skillfully as well, except there was a twinkle in his eyes. That was never a good thing. 

He noticed your gaze and turned his head to glance at you, a sly smile gracing his lips. Your eyes narrowed as that slyness reached his eyes while he waved his wand from side to side provoking way, eyes scanning the room before coming back to met your own.

“Watch this,” He mouthed and your eyes grew wide in shock.

“Don’t you dare,” You mouthed back but it did nothing but make him grin wider from across the classroom. 

The unfortunate subject of whatever San was going to do was Lee Chan, a quiet, quick witted Ravenclaw that you knew didn’t deserve anything but goodness. San casted you another infamous smirk before casting a quiet, almost inaudible and unrecognizable spell at the unsuspecting Ravenclaw. 

Lee Chan quickly bursted out in uncontrollable laughter as his body began to contort like someone was actually touching him. The class entirely stopped at his uproar and Flitwick’s face became panicked as he assisted Chan.

All while San casted you a wink from across the room, to which you gave him a rather obscure gesture in response.

“Which one of you casted the spell!” Flitwick cried, scanning the room for any guilty faces, but San was just as stone faced as you.

“Well I know I didn’t cast the spell so it had to be one of you.” Flitwick’s eyes landed on you with a slight glare before they landed in the opposite direction, piercing San’s stony features. 

“There’s only two people in this classroom who can cast that spell without me immediately knowing. Now Choi or L/n, would one of you like to come clean about the situation.”

“It was San-”

“It was Y/n-”

You and San both gave one another a glare while Flitwick shook his head in exasperation, “If one of you does not come clean in the next five seconds I am giving the both of you detention for a week!”

You thought that was fairly lenient for what San had done, “Professor, I promise you it was San. Why would I try and hex my own house?”

“You were bored and Chan stole your homework last week,” He shrugged, an aura of persuasiveness coming off of him and you wondered why he wasn’t placed in Slytherin for it, “You got that look in your eye like you did it.”

“I look nothing like you, Choi,” You huffed and snarled, while San just gave you an amused grin. 

Flitwick sighed at the impasse and how hostile the air had become, “Well, since the both of you are so adamant about your innocence, detention for both of you for a week-”

“Wait what!?”

“And twenty house points taken from both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Class dismissed besides those two, I have some desks that need polishing.” 

Both you and San slumped into your seats as the mob of students rushed for the door. It was apparent he thought he could get away with his pranking once again, and he might have, if it weren’t you he had been thrown against.

Flitwick followed out the door, stopping only to give the two of you instructions, “I want these desks polished and all my books in order in the next hour. I am severely disappointed in the two of you.”

The door slammed shut and their was the faint click of a lock following it

and then it was just you, a highly disgruntled ravenclaw, trapped with the one and only nuisance, Choi San. 

“I really hope Merlin curses you, Choi.”

“I figured you would have started off with something a little more extreme, L/n.” He laughed but quickly quieted down to a cough as you raised your head and threw him a deadly glare.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you didn’t decide to hex someone.”

“I didn’t even hex him, it was a tickling curse.” He huffed and stood up from his chair, opting to sit on the desktop and let his feet dangle, “if I wanted to hex him it be a lot more dangerous than laughter.”

“And humiliating I suppose.”

“Well, what kind of hex do you have in mind?”

“For you, Choi? Specifically the instant scalping hex or even the hurling hex for your next game.”

San snorted and jumped off the counter top, walking over so he could lean against the counter in front of you. Immediately there was a sense of warmth that flowed off of him, like he was nothing more than a furnace, and it invaded your senses. You hated how tingly it all made you feel. His hair dangled in front of his cat like eyes, and they held an amusement that was unlike the type you usually saw, “I didn’t realize I pissed you off that bad.”

“I’ve never gotten a detention and I have never gotten house points taken away.”

“Prissy pants.”

“Go clean the floor you piece of hippogriff dung.”

“Oddly specific insult, L/n.” He grinned and pushed himself away from the counter and a part of you was a little saddened by the lack of warmth, “But i’ll get the floor as long as you get the tables.”

“Organize the books too.”

“So demanding,” He chuckled as you threw a crumpled piece of parchment at him, “I’m not getting that one.”

“Oh shut up, Choi.”

You were pleasantly surprised when San actually complied with your conditions. It was known he didn’t listen to much of anyone, much less during detention; where many said he either charmed his way out of doing the work or used magic to be done in five seconds.

You never understood why so many people fell for his blatant lies and schemes, especially when he barely even covered his tracks. He could sign his name at the scene of one of his pranks and the professors would think it was Yunho. 

“I’ve already finished all the book cases and you’re still working on the same three desks?”

Indeed, San had organized Flitwicks bookshelves by alphabet and you were still polishing the front row of desks until they shined. The professors would except nothing less.

“Sorry I took the hard job.” You huffed as you finished off the corner of the desk, it polished so heavily that you could nearly see your reflection. All your hard work would probably be gone by the time you reached class tomorrow; the second years would probably mess it up by the next hour.

San just chuckled a little as he took a rag from the cleaning supplies Flitwick laid out for you, “It’s not that hard if you use magic.”

You scoffed as you re-dipped your cloth in polish, starting on the next section of desks, “Magic can’t solve everything.”

“Says the one who’s the top fifth year.” San came to stand next to you, mirroring your actions learned from years of housework. 

It was odd for him, so well versed in magic and its splendors, to be cleaning something by hand once again. He barley remembered a time where magic wasn’t used for everything he did. Growing up a pureblood, magic was what did everything for him from before the time he could walk. 

You gave him a side glance as you picked at a chip in the wood, “I did it through hardwork, not magic. Most of the tests are written, you know... Or do you cheat on those too?”

San sighed at the remark, “I’m not a bad person, L/n, and i’m certainly not a cheater.”

“Just a liar than?”

He through you a small glare, but their was a hint of a smile at his lips, “I just cause a little trouble, nothing harmful. Tell me one instance where my mischief has caused harm.”

“Yeosang literally fought a sixth year last week because you set off firecrackers at his feet.”

“That was bad judgement by Yeosang, not my fault.”

“You’re too much, Choi,” You huffed with a shake of your head, but San was quick to notice the small smile gracing your lips. It was one of the only times he had seen you smile; and it was the first time he had made one appear on your lips. Something in him decided he wanted to see it again.

He moved to stand besides you, so close that your elbows brushed, and raised an eyebrow at you, “Can you please use my name?”

“What, don’t like your last name?” You questioned doing your best to keep your voice from wavering. Once again there was that warmth San exuded, consuming you wholly, and you had to fight whatever feelings wanted to surface. 

“I just think San is a little better, don’t you think Y/n.”

You licked your lips at his words and tried to block out how close he was to you- his robes swishing against your own with every movement, “We always use last names whenever we speak.”

“Well I want to change that,” He said dropping the small rag and turning to you fully, but you didn’t move, “I think I like your actual name better.”

San knew exactly what he was doing, trying his best to get some reaction other than anger from you, but he couldn’t figure out why. Why he so badly wanted you to smile because of him again, why he just wanted you to look at him in the way you always did; a way wholly different from everyone else.

San got his wish as you glanced up to him, eyes shining with uncertainty as you gave him a once over. The ravenclaws often told him how cautious you were of things; people, places- hell even the teachers. So when you gave a little head tilt to signify that you had made up your mind he became a anxious, even more so as you turned and avoided his eyes once again. 

You wished Rowena Ravenclaw herself were here in this moment; because as soon as your eyes met San’s your mind drew a blank. His brown orbs, usually sly and charismatic, had this new look of contrasting hopefulness and worry. It made you have to look away before you said anything stupid. 

Okay than San,” You said, his name rolling off your tongue like you had said it a thousand times prior, “Go... go finish the floors or something.”

The words were enough to put an abnormally large grin on his face but his playful tone was still in his voice, “Whatever you say, Y/n.”

You had to fight a smile at the way he said your name. Who knew the boy you thought was always a nuisance could have you blushing like a school girl. 

“How fast do you think I can finish this, Y/n?” He already loved saying your name, without the sense of false contempt the two of you usually had towards each other, “Think I’ll be done by the time you finish that row?”

“I don’t really care as long as it’s good enough to pass by Flitwick.”

Your mundane response made him roll his eyes as he dipped the mop in the soapy water, opting to follow your method of doing things the “hard way” rather than short cutting it with magic. 

And he found it all awfully boring. The way he had to push and pull the mop across the floor, how he had to cross the room to get more soap once he ran out; he found it all so tedious and realized he could never understand how muggles did this without crying.

But the tedious task gave him time to watch you work in silence; his groaning from actual labor not affecting you in your thoughtful state. Your lips were pursed in thought as you work, diligently scrubbing away at any marks on the wooden surface. San thought you looked much too tense for a task that could be simple, much too anxious for something that could be fun. 

And fun San would make it. 

“Y/n,” Your name was the first thing spoken in ten minutes and you almost jumped when you remembered when San was in the room with you. 

“What San?”

“Can’t you look at me?” You couldn’t see the impish look in Sans eyes with your back turned.

You rolled your eyes and turned around, expecting to see San in front of an entirely cleaned floor. 

Instead you got a ball of water to the face.

The shriek that came out of you was high pitched as ice cold water seeped through your thick robes and splattered against your cheeks. 

“Choi San I swear to Albus Dumbledore himself i am going to kill you!”

The laughter that came from him was sweet and joyful, and if not for the liquid soaking you to the bone you might have joined in with him. 

“That’s a bold declaration,” You wasted no time in retaliating, flicking your wand so that San would soon mirror you. And due to his laughing, he didn’t realize the giant bubble of water materializing above him. 

With a flick of you wrist, the giant bubble burst and cold water engulfed him. The scream he let out was louder than yours, San clearly not expecting any form of retaliation, and he jumped high in the air at the icy contact. You could only laugh at his reaction, head tilting backwards as you chuckled out a muffled, “Oops.”

It was that moment San felt a lot more for you than just the pure interest he typically did. The way you looked so carefree for once, with a light shining in your eyes and a radiance about you that was never there in class. He would never be able to forget this image of you, the look of such utter etheralness, and he would always remember the way his heart swelled with a feeling akin to fondness.

“Seriously y/n?” He chuckled along with you as you stepped down from the rows of desks and onto the soapy floor. 

“What I can’t prank you back?”

A smile formed on his lips at the twinkle in your eye, “I guess I’m just surprised.”

“You really thought I was just gonna let you get away with drenching me in cleaning water?” You huffed and poked your toe at the floor, layered with an inch of sickly smelling soap.

“I don’t know what I expected, I just wanted you to stop pouting the entire time.” He laughed as you kicked water his way, splashing the ends of his slacks, “Is that how you want to play?”

“Come on we’re already soaked to the bone, San.”

He just kicked a puddle of water up at you in response, droplets reaching up to your exposed hands. Thus, ensuing a full blown water war. 

The two of you both wasted no time in kicking water, scooping up handfuls or even resorting to using magic to try to drench the other. Not that it mattered anyways, you both already looked as though you had taken a dive in the lake. 

Water clung to both of your faces, soap littered your uniforms that had molded against your bodies, but neither of you seemed bothered. In reality, both San and you were having the time of your life.

All San could think of was your smile, the laughter bubbling from you and the pure euphoric feeling that the both of you were emitting. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy.

And you were the exact same, the feeling of pure childlike happiness not even leaving as San got close enough to throw a handful of water straight to your face. 

“That was uncalled for!” You giggled, brushing away the small bits of soap that were in it, opening your eyes to be met with San’s face right in front of yours. 

He smiled at you, bits of water sliding down his face with bubbles of soap stuck in his hair. You couldn’t help but be captivated. You had never been so close to San before, had never seen his brown eyes up close, had never been able to make out his scent of cedar and cinnamon, and you certainly hadn’t noticed the his little dimples before as well. Your heart began to beat erratically as your mind came to the conclusion that San was overall very charming. 

“I guess I can agree that one was a bit excessive.”

“A bit?” You gave a breathy laugh, trying to steady your voice as San seemed to lean even more towards you, “There’s soap in my eyebrows.”

“It’s not even that bad,” He reached out with gentle touch, thumb brushing ever so softly against your brows to get rid of the bubbles there. You froze against his ghostly touch that emitted a warmth like an autumn sun, warming your skin without having to do much. His hands lingered against your skin as he spoke, the both of you seemingly thinking the same thing, “It’s... its not that much anyways.”

“Luckily for you it didn’t get in my eyes,” Your voice was soft as you hesitantly met his eyes that were already focused on you. It felt to unreal to be in front of him, a tender look circling through his features as you both just stared at one another for what seemed like eternity. 

Who knew the prankster could get your heart beating so fast.

“I’ll consider myself blessed.” His thumb rubbed lightly against your cheekbone, a trail of pure sensations following it. You decided you enjoyed the blissful feeling he erupted in you.

Taking a breath, you leaned into his touch ever so slightly but by the way his eyes widened he noticed it, “You’re not as bad as I thought, San.”

His wide eyes turned into crescent moons as a soft laugh rumbled through him, “You’re not as stuck up as I thought, Y/n.”

The two of you stared, taking in each others physical appearances at close range without the slightest movement. San’s hand still lingered against your skin with that gentle heat emitting from him calming the raging of your heartbeat. San could only focus on the way you looked so content, the gentleness of your features as you stared at him, the sole proprietor of your attention.

It caused the two of you to lean in ever so slightly, just enough so that San’s bangs brushed against your forehead.

San trailed his thumb over your skin one more time before gulping, his breath fanning over you as he spoke, “Would... would you be mad if i kissed you?”

A blush spread across your cheeks as well as a shy smile, “I wouldn’t be opp-”

“What in Salazar Slytherin’s name happened in here!” Flitwick screamed as he barged through the door, making the pair of you stare at him like deer in the headlights. “Oh... well I-uh....I see.”

You both jumped away from one another in embarrassment, hands rising to rub your necks and cover your blushing faces.

“We’re sorry professor, we’ll- uh we’ll clean it up right-” Flitwick just waved his hand in dismissal at your words.

“No need Y/n.... just you and Mr. Choi get out of my sight and cleaned up,” He sighed and you San wasted no time in bolting out the door, it swinging shut behind you. Once outside, you both looked at each other, faced red and still drenched with water, and couldn’t contain the laughter anymore. 

“That was...” San tried to speak but he could only shake his head with laughter.

“Embarrassing?”

“A mess?” He added and you both nodded in agreement, before meeting eyes once again the feeling from back in the room still present. 

“Date,” You said, a sudden urge of confidence flowing through you, and San cocked his head to the side, “I want a date first before you try to kiss me.”

He gave a gleeful giggle in reply, stepping close enough to where you could feel that raging fire underneath his skin once again, “The astronomy tower? Tonight?”

“Steal me some food from the kitchen and then maybe?”

His eyes softened and he nodded, lips twitched up into a smile, “All the cookies and snacks you want, y/n.”

“Merlin,” You blushed and looked away from his fond gaze, an embarrassed laugh bubbling from your throat, “You’re turning me into a trouble maker too.”

He just shook his head and stepped forward, close enough so you could feel his breath against your skin this time. “I don’t think so,” He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your forehead with complete gentleness before he pulled back, a childlike grin on his face. “Just my future love.”

The wink he sent your way as he turned and bounced off made you eager for it to become nightfall.

[preraphaelitepunk]

Fictober19 Day 22: Stompy Boots and Unconditional Love

Prompt #22: We could have a chance.

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Warlock

Rating: General

Warnings: None

On AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/20843936/chapters/50291660

“Good morning, darling.” Aziraphale kissed Crowley on the crown of his head, smoothing his impressive bedhead, and set a cup of coffee down in front of him. “Sleep well?”

“Urglh.” The angel had turned out to be a disgustingly cheery morning person, possibly because he avoided the whole grogginess business by rarely sleeping. Crowley was not. He took a swig of the coffee, relishing the heat and the aroma. Aziraphale had already added the three sugars and a splash of vanilla. “‘Sgood coffee,” he mumbled.

“Thank you. One egg or two?”

Crowley was about to moan that he wasn’t alert enough to even contemplate food, and could Aziraphale kindly knock off the cheerfulness before he, Crowley, discorporated, when his phone buzzed.

“Huh. Video chat request. Don’t recognize the number. Wazzit mean when the phone number starts with one?”

“America, I believe. Do we know anyone who’d be calling from America?”

Crowley suddenly felt completely awake. “Warlock.” He tapped the “accept call” icon.

“Hey, Nanny,” Warlock said. His hair was longer than it had been last time they’d seen him, and he looked older. That would only make sense, Crowley thought, since it had been just over four years since the disastrous birthday party. “Is Brother Francis around?”

Aziraphale shuffled into the camera’s view and gave a little wave. Warlock didn’t seem surprised by his straightened teeth and clean-shaven appearance, any more than he’d been about Crowley’s non-Scottish accent and masculine presentation. “Hello, dear. Are you quite all right?”

“Yeah. Thanks for the birthday presents. The fountain pen is great, and I love the drone.”

“That drone is only to be used for wreaking havoc and annoying your security detail,” Crowley said severely. “If I hear you’ve been using it for benevolent purposes, I’m taking it back.” In the smaller picture window, he could see Aziraphale cut his eyes toward him disapprovingly.

Warlock grinned. “Yes, Nanny. Except I don’t have a security detail any more. My dad got fired.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale was clearly torn between sympathy and a most unangelic schadenfreude; Ambassador Dowling had been a deeply unpleasant man. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. He deserved it: up to his neck in shady deals.”

Crowley laughed. “Why am I not surprised? But how did you find my number, Warlock? I’m unlisted.”

“Wasn’t that hard. All your letters use the bookshop as the return address, and it was just a matter of identifying numbers assigned to your neighborhood and ruling out any that actually got paid for.” Warlock hesitated. “So, should I call you guys Crowley and Aziraphale, instead of Nanny and Brother Francis?”

“You can call us whatever you like,” Crowley said, and Aziraphale nodded behind him. “We’re easy that way.”

“It’s just so lovely to get to see you again,” Aziraphale added.

Warlock gave the grimace of a fifteen-year-old torn between affection and the need to preserve some veneer of aloof coolness. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course!”

“We miss you very much, dear boy.” Crowley said, a trace of Nanny’s accent creeping into his voice.

“I miss you, too,” Warlock admitted. “America sucks, and the kids here are all weird. But,” he dropped his eyes, hesitating, “if you really wouldn’t mind seeing me, for real, we could have a chance. To see each other, in person. Y’know, if you want.”

Aziraphale nearly grabbed the phone from Crowley’s hands, but Crowley managed to hang onto it. Just. “Oh, that would be delightful, dear! Do you want us to come to America?”

Crowley wrinkled his nose and silently mouthed “America?” He’d do anything for those he loved, especially Aziraphale, but America’s political situation right now made him want to drink himself into a stupor. It was too much.

“No, actually, I’ll be in London in a month. Just for a few days.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Crowley said, relieved.

“My parents are shipping me off on one of those grand tours for rich brats.” Warlock rolled his eyes. “Two months to see all of Europe.”

“Two months?” Aziraphale sounded scandalized. “That’s hardly enough time to get to know even one city, let alone all of Europe.”

“Yeah, but at least it’s two months away from my parents. So, would it be okay if I see you while I’m in London?” For a moment, Warlock looked much younger than his fifteen years, and Crowley’s heart swelled.

“Of course, my dear. Just try to keep us away.”

*** ***

It was miraculously easy to convince the tour’s chaperone that Warlock should be allowed to spend all his London time with two strange men. The boy had grown lanky and was nearly as tall as Aziraphale now.

“So can we go to Camden Town?” he asked excitedly. “I hear they’ve got some wicked shops.”

“Of course.”

“And Pizza Express? I’ve always wanted to go.”

Aziraphale looked scandalized. “Dear boy, if it’s pizza you want, we can do much better than that.” He caught Crowley’s meaningful raised eyebrow, and added, “But if your heart is set on Pizza Express, then of course we’ll go there.”

“Cool! And I want to see the bookshop.”

“I’m sure Aziraphale will be glad to give you the full tour,” Crowley laughed. “Just don’t touch any of his books, and you’ll be fine.”

“We should do something educational while he’s here,” Aziraphale suggested. “Not all shopping and eating. Perhaps the V&A?”

Groaning, Crowley let his head loll back in exasperation. “Angel, no fifteen-year-old kid is going to be interested in the costume collection at the V&A.”

Aziraphale’s lower lip protruded just a bit. “They have other exhibits.”

“Yes, but you always want to go look at the clothes. I swear it reminds you of when your clothes were still in style.”

“The costume exhibit sounds cool, actually. I wouldn’t mind that,” Warlock said. He glanced up at them nervously. “I kind of like clothes. I was thinking I might study fashion design in college.” He seemed to brace himself for disapproval.

“That sounds so exciting!” Aziraphale gushed. “I’m sure you’ll make a splendid designer.”

Crowley threw a fond arm over the boy’s shoulders. “You’ll do great. Just make sure you use lots of black. Black is cool. Oh, and make clothes for everyone. Boys, girls, nonbinary, skinny, fat—”

“Able-bodied and disabled,” Aziraphale added.

“Yes! And for people with sensory issues. Everybody deserves to live with style.”

Warlock had brightened considerably. “So basically you want me to do everything for everyone, but make it fashion?”

Crowley felt a pang of sorrow and anger at the boy’s relief. Given how dreadful his parents were, he probably hadn’t received much reinforcement or support for his dreams. “You can do anything you put your mind to, Warlock. You’re a very remarkable boy.”

Aziraphale added, “We are very proud of you, my dear.”

Warlock’s lip trembled a bit, and he darted in to hug both of them. Just for a few seconds, until his innate teenaged too-cool-for-adults instinct kicked in, but for just a moment Crowley could feel the raw ache for acceptance flowing out of the boy. He swore that the next time he saw the senior Dowlings, he’d jinx them with something hideous for letting his boy feel so lonely and unloved.

Three days passed all too quickly, in a blur of laughter and silliness and earnest discussions about style, symbolism, and the inherent nature of the universe, and soon they had to return Warlock to the tour group, loaded with bags of the finest goth and goth-adjacent clothes, books on fashion history, and the newest and sleekest electronics.

“Now, take care of yourself, and have fun,” Aziraphale said, adjusting the collar on Warlock’s jacket. “I expect postal cards from every major city, understand.”

“Yes, Uncle Aziraphale.”

“And I expect you to disrupt the system wherever you go, and to challenge everyone’s assumptions at all times,” Crowley added.

“Yes, Uncle Crowley.” Nobody could drone tiredly like a teenager, but Warlock’s lips were twitching at the corners.

“Now, give us a hug, and be a good boy.”

“And fight the power.”

One last hug for each of them, and Warlock was stomping up into the tour bus to join the other rich teens; Crowley noted with pride that the boy’s shiny new black platform boots were particularly well suited for stomping. Warlock waved from his seat as the bus pulled away.

“Our little boy is growing up,” Crowley said, slipping his arm around Aziraphale’s waist as they watched the bus shrink in the distance.

“He’s a fine young person, indeed, my dear.” Aziraphale cleared his throat. “My influence, of course.”

Crowley laughed. “Of course, angel. Shall we see if we can get him to visit again next summer?”

“Oh, I’d like that. I’d like that very much. Oh, and maybe when he’s a bit older, he can come study in London! The University of the Arts has an excellent fashion program.”

“I’ll see what I can do to convince him.” Somehow, Crowley didn’t think he’d have to work very hard to convince Warlock. Even if the Dowlings wouldn’t support a degree in fashion, even if they disowned their child in a fit of pique and narrow-mindedness about what was appropriate for a regular boy-type Y-chromosome-man-child, Warlock would know he could always count on unconditional love from his weird uncles. Crowley would make sure of it.

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Chapter 15: The Unbreakable Vow

“Determined as he was to remain friends with both Ron and Hermione, he was spending a lot of time with his mouth shut tight.” – I think it is clear that Harry is a bit more on Hermione’s side when it comes to this conflict, because she had done nothing wrong, except that Ron found out she kissed someone two years ago. And obviously she is no longer interested in Krum, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked Ron to go with her to Slughorn’s Christmas party. And the way Ron acted when Hermione went with Krum to the Yule Ball it is obvious why she never told him that they kissed. So really it is Ron who acts like a major jerk, and Harry knows that, but he feels like he can’t say anything or might risk his friendship with Ron. Which, you know, is stupid. Friends should be allowed to call you out if you act stupid. Hermione does it all the time and Ginny as well tells Harry when he acts like an idiot. So Harry stays silent because he feels that whatever he might say on the subject is wrong, hoping the two of them fix things eventually (and hey, it only takes Ron nearly dying).

“’[…]But something that’s just been put in the wrong bottle wouldn’t register – and anyway, love potions aren’t Dark or dangerous –’ ‘Easy for you to say,’ muttered Harry, thinking of Romilda Vane.” – Slughorn was right in telling his class that the love potion was the most dangerous potion in their classroom. They are the magical version of rape-drugs. And yet they are not illegal, they wouldn’t even register as dangerous. Of course the potions the twins sell might not be comparable with the love potion Merope Gaunt used on Tom Riddle, but still. You abuse someone’s consent, but as I wrote about several times consent isn’t that valued in the Wizarding World it seems.

“‘It’s just a book that’s been written in!’ said Harry, tugging it out of her grip. She looked as though she might have a seizure; […]” – As someone who doesn’t like to write in books as well I think she kinda has a point.

“‘It’s not my fault she’s barking mad, Hermione. Or d’you think she overheard you being rude about Filch? I’ve always thought there might be something going on between them …’” – To be honest, this is the only spin-off I’m interested in: Pince & Filch, the early years.

Also, think about Hermione, who has to share a dormitory with Lavender, the person she probably dislikes the most at the moment.

“‘He says very funny things sometimes, doesn’t he?’ said Luna, as they set off down the corridor together. ‘But he can be a bit unkind. I noticed that last year.’” – I think this sums up Ron quite well. He is the friend you can always have a lot of fun with, but he can also be very tactless and mean. And among the three friends (Harry, Ron & Hermione) Ron is the most immature, who doesn’t grow up until book 7, whereas Harry is already more grown up here in their sixth year (Hermione has always been mature).

“‘You could’ve taken anyone!’ said Ron in disbelief over dinner. ‘Anyone! And you chose Loony Lovegood?’ ‘Don’t call her that, Ron,’ snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. ‘I’m really glad you’re taking her, Harry, she’s so excited.’” – Perfect example of Ron being a jerk: he still calls Luna ‘Loony’, despite the fact that they fought in the ministry together. And I love Ginny for a) calling out her brother and b) being genuinely happy for her friend.

“[…]… oh, hi, Hermione!’ Parvati positively beamed. Harry could tell that she was feeling guilty for having laughed at Hermione in Transfiguration. He looked around and saw that Hermione was beaming back, if possible even more brightly. Girls were very strange sometimes.” – I mean yes, they are, but don’t tell anyone.

“‘What’s happened to you?’ asked Harry, for Hermione looked distinctly dishevelled, rather as though she had just fought her way out of a thicket of Devil’s Snare. ‘Oh, I’ve just escaped – I mean, I’ve just left Cormac,’ she said. ‘Under the mistletoe,’ she added in explanation, as Harry continued to look questioningly at her. ‘Serves you right for coming with him,’ he told her severely.” – Like it is obvious that McLaggen groped Hermione against her will, if anything Harry should be angry and jinx him instead of telling Hermione that she deserved this. Just… don’t. DON’T.

And then Harry’s biggest concern is that Hermione might tell Ron she confuded McLaggen at the try-outs, and what it would mean for Ron’s performance as keeper. Can I just hit him?

“And why was Snape looking at Malfoy as though both angry and … was it possible? … a little afraid?” – I don’t think Snape is afraid of Draco, but rather for him, wondering how far he is with the task he has been given, because I do believe he genuinely cares about him after all.

“There was a pause and then Snape said quietly, ‘Ah … Aunt Bellatrix has been teaching you Occlumency, I see. What thoughts are you trying to conceal from your master, Draco?’” – I think Rowling herself once said that the reason Draco succeeded at Occlumency, whereas Harry had failed, is because Draco is used to shut down his emotions. It is something he has been doing his entire life. Perhaps in some ways it was expected from him, even as a child, but later in life it was necessary for him to become the bully he is. And even though Harry does not like to talk about his feelings he has a hard time controlling them, especially his anger.

“‘If your friends Crabbe and Goyle intend to pass their Defence Against the Dark Arts O.W.L. this time around, they will need to work a little harder than they are doing at pres—’” – So, does that mean Crabbe and Goyle have to retake their fifth year because they didn’t get enough O.W.L.’s?

I really find the display of the relationship between Draco and Snape quite interesting in this chapter. We know that Snape usually favours students from his own house, especially Draco, and that Draco in return sucks it up to Snape. Of course Snape and Lucius Malfoy know each other from the days when they were both Death Eaters and it is possible Draco had contact with Snape outside school. In her time of crisis Narcissa turns to Snape of all people, showing the deep trust she has in him. I do think that, Unbreakable Vow or not, Snape does care about Draco and wants to protect him. But we see here the kind of effect Voldemort has on his followers: instead of accepting his help Draco accuses Snape that he wants to steal his glory; they are pitted against each other. Voldemort does not want his followers to form bonds, to help each other, afraid that united they could turn against him. He wants them to live in fear and to see each other as competition.

[drpepperhateblog]

Riot Games Sexism: Source Collection

Article: Inside The Culture of Sexism at Riot Games

Some excerpts:

“Both male and female sources have described seeing unsolicited and unwelcome pictures of male genitalia from bosses or colleagues. One woman saw an e-mail thread about what it would be like to “penetrate her,” in which a colleague added that she’d be a good target to sleep with and not call again.”

“Another said a colleague once informed her, apparently as a compliment, that she was on a list getting passed around by senior leaders detailing who they’d sleep with.”

“One of Riot’s male senior leaders regularly grabbed his genitals, the source said, adding, “If he walked into a meeting with no women he’d just fart on someone’s face.””

In disbelief? Here are some witnesses, with both former and current employees confirming what’s happening:

Multiple tweets from MiniWhiteRabbit

“Multiple women confided in me about being sexually harassed at work. About their asses being slapped, being groped at parties, or being raped at Riot events.”

Riot Tiza tweet

“Tough to read this but this is dead on about some problems in our house.”

Xylese tweet

“I’m fortunate to have an incredibly supportive manager, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I have colleagues who’ve dealt w/ and still deal w/ this shit. I’ve had my own share of bad experiences here, too. I want that to change in Riot and in the industry.”

FFMirhi tweet

“I can assure you that the vast majority of testimonials in this article are true.”

Gogo Usagi tweet

“I worked there for 3 years and I'm still recovering, honestly.”

ScarizardPlays tweet

“I wanted to mostly be quiet and let other people speak but if my voice helps lend any credibility to the _staggering_ amount of sources cited here: this isn’t overblown ‘sensationalist kotaku garbage’ or whatever redditors love to say. Even the bits you can’t believe? it happened”

Yonah tweet

“I was so idealistic & hopeful when I joined Riot. I really believed the hype. And I left so broken I’ve been in therapy for years.”

Devongiehl tweet

“Happy to see all of this finally brought to light. I left three years ago, but Riot still has has a long way to go.”

DanielZKlein comment

“Sorry to state the obvious, but none of this is fucking acceptable. These people should at the very least have been put on a personal improvement plan or be fired. This is infuriating.”

UPDATE: Daniel Z Klein has further confirmed that the information in the article is true (link to multiple tweets), also confirmed what happened to Yonah (link), and made several retweets such as this:

“Not every single woman at a company has to have experience harassment for it to be real. The Kotaku piece was a result of months of thorough investigative journalism.”

In addition, there were questions raised about whether the person in the article could really have 16 game consoles plugged in. Here is proof that it’s true.

UPDATE 2: Riot Ghostcrawler comment on the controversy:

“One of the challenges of situations like this is that plenty of people have been fired for things that were described in the article. I have personally fired people for it (and I did it at Blizzard too). But you don't often go around communicating that fact, often times because you are trying to protect the victim of the harassment.

That is definitely not to say we have addressed every problem mentioned in the article.”

Not a current or former Rioter, but e-sports journalist Richard Lewis had something to say (tweet) about the article:

“Remember how I told you 2 years ago there was an inherent issue with sexism at Riot Games and we'd need to wait for the NDAs to start dropping off before the truth come out? Looks like today might be the day.” 

Meagan-Marie tumblr post

Some excerpts:

“Soon I began to notice gendered language regularly being used among male Rioters to insult each other. Guys would tell each other “not to be such a girl” and call one another “p*ssies” quite regularly. They would casually refer to women as “b*tches” and say that “all women were crazy.” I also overheard a group discussing how a female professional made it far in the industry, suggesting she “sucked c*ck to get to the top.”

“I didn’t go out with colleagues after events because strip clubs seemed to be a common destination. Asking me what age I lost my virginity at was deemed appropriate conversation during a team dinner, and employees I didn’t know prodded into how my sex life worked in a long-distance relationship.”

“Rape became a punchline to jokes quite frequently, including one instance where an employee went on for several hours about how he was going to rape his male colleague, who was his hotel roommate. He was graphic in exactly how he was going to rape his roommate, who was a new hire, and it was obvious that the individual in question was extremely uncomfortable.”

“A senior staff member proceeded to repeatedly call me sexist for not being willing to room with a man I’d never met before. At first, I thought he was kidding, but he continued to make arguments to his point. I explained why I would be more comfortable sharing a room with another woman, and told him I wasn’t enjoying the conversation and would leave if I was continued to be called sexist. The conversation continued, with him eventually saying that my unwillingness to room with a man was the same as not hiring a woman due to her gender.”

“I regularly witnessed lewd comments about women passing by at events, discussing their level of attractiveness, whether someone would sleep with them, and guessing if they were the age of consent.”

“At least three times Riot Dublin employees made inappropriate comments via work email about a female cosplayer’s breasts (one they regularly worked with).”

“Cosplayers have also been called “tr*nnies” and “attention whores” by Riot employees at events.”

“In meetings, I was told that we shouldn’t put cosplayers on stage to play League live, because they are mostly women, and therefore not very good at the game.”

If there was any doubt of the validity of these stories, this tweet from Riot Games themselves washed them away:

UPDATE 3: Katie De Sousa tumblr post

“Not too long after I started at Riot, the topic of sexual harassment came up in a conversation among a few Rioters on the art team, I was there, just listening. They were talking about something that had happened to a woman there, and I had no context for it, but was surprised when one of the guys on the team claimed that “she liked the attention”. The subject was then laughed off. I later found out what actually happened, a female employee received super inappropriate texts from a lead. This group of dudebros laughed it off and made her the villain.”

“I also can’t help but think I would have felt more empowered if I wasn’t told by a male coworker that “Women don’t fit into a male hierarchy.” Maybe I would have been more inclined to strive for greatness if I wasn’t dismissively called a “pretty pretty princess” when my first champion, Jinx, did so well (among a bunch of other thinly veiled jealous verbal barbs). I actually went to a lead to express my frustration over this and he said “Yeah I can see why he’s acting like that, I mean I’m kind of jealous too.” What was that about women speaking up again?”

“Not too long into my career one of my male coworkers might have thought he was giving me a compliment when he decided to tell me about how great some of the guys thought my breasts were. I had made the foolish mistake of going to a Riot pool party, wearing a swimsuit, and swimming. I hope I don’t have to explain how violating that felt, at any rate I learned my lesson, and I never attended another.”

“My days might have been a bit easier to manage if I didn’t have to stifle my rage when a male coworker would explain to me how to make designs for women, and how to be a feminist. Realizing that they believe their opinion as a dude meant more than, I don’t know, my entire lifetime of experience as a woman?”

“Even the Riot Dames email group didn’t feel like a safe space, when we were discussing the lack of female characters in esports promos a senior lead decided to chime in and question whether women deserved to be represented, they haven’t really earned it yet, as pro LoL players were all male. Oh, and on the topic of men thinking women are inherently lesser and must prove otherwise, let’s discuss another gross habit: saying “you’re really good at _______ for a chick.””

UPDATE 4: Barry Hawkins blog post

“The sexual references by straight men directly towards other straight men were a more complicated issue. It would often be homosexual in nature, but could also be sexually aggressive toward your significant other. You might be talking to a leader about conflict with a peer, and they’d respond with “man, you’re acting like he had sex with your wife.” Or they might start a paragraph by saying “Now for instance, if I fucked your wife…” and then segue into what they were actually supposed to be saying. The homosexual variants would be things like “well if he sucked your dick, would you feel better about this?” or “it’s not like I’m asking you to suck my dick, but I’d be OK with it if you did.””

“The next day, one of my former direct reports and her direct report, both of whom I was actively mentoring, asked to speak with me as soon as I could. We met up right away, and they were visibly upset. One of them said to me, “There’s a rape joke in some of the recruiting material, and they’re saying it’s something that Brandon said at the offsite. Is that true? Did he say that?”  I think I took a deep breath, followed by a long sigh. It was a simple question, with a simple answer, but with that answer came grave implications.“Yeah, he did.””

“I will never forget changing planes in San Francisco the following Monday. I pulled out my phone to check email, and found replies to the email I sent Brandon, but not only him. My original email had apparently become a thread with some folks in leadership. I recall it mentioning that hyper-sensitive people who didn’t understand intent were a problem we needed to address at Riot. I closed that email thread, and immediately below it there was a meeting invite titled “Riot Voice and Sense of Humor” set for when everyone returned from the company trip. The invite included the co-founders Marc (my boss) and Brandon, the head of Communications, the head of Legal, and myself.”

“The head of Legal did speak up and asked if we were concerned about legal liability. She was seated to my left, and I was seated on Brandon’s left, where he was at the head of table. Brandon extended his arm past me and held up his hand in front of her and hushed her, saying we were not going to talk about that.”

UPDATE 5: Riot Games Apology Statement: Our First Steps Forward

[taecupcalico-blog]

Quietus Prolouge JK (part 1)

Trigger warnings:

☁︎ gore

☁︎ mention of doing and action of doing drugs

☁︎ bullying

☁︎ graphic details of killing

☁︎ swearing

Death. As you may think about it, is scary. Having the fear of slowly withering away from life and not being remembered; it seems to be everyone’s nightmare. What if that nightmare becomes real? Suddenly something more than just death taking part of it. What if they feared the living dead? Would they survive this hellish mess? Some of these questions can course through someone’s head in minutes...hell, even seconds. But I have one question to ask you. Would you be able to survive the walking dead?

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May 18th

College

8:23 a.m

Painting was easy. Sure it could be a piece of work and blending the right color to match the certain color you want is a total bitch. But, to Jeon Jungkook, nothing was impossible for him! Life was very easygoing for him. Never had any problems with school, people, or his family. Speaking of his family, Jeongguk was lucky to major in art. It was a total blessing for the younger male to have his parents not ridicule his hobby, which he oh so loved very much.

Usually his parents would make the decisions for him, half of them he approved, the other half not so much. At least he was able to de-stress by creating numerous aesthetic paintings. Ah yes, Jungkook can get so lost in time when doing his paintings that he can get distracted very eas-

“Mr.Jeon, please come to attendance desk at once.”

Jeongguk jumped from the ear-splitting intercom which easily pulled him out of his daydream and unfortunately made him drop his paintbrush.

“Dammit!” Jungkook cursed. He furrowed his eyebrows while looking at the poor wrecked canvas. A black streak came across the painting starting from the girl’s hair to all the way to her pale doll-like features, ouch. He kept on cursing until the deafening intercom once again announced,”Mr. Jeon, you are needed at the attendance desk at once. I will not repeat this again Mr. Jeon, please do come.”

Jeongguk huffed out a sigh and walked out of the dreary old art room which he called his “home” to.

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“Mrs.Ryu, you called for me?” Jeongguk propped his arms on the modern sleek desk and sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with this bullshit so early in the morning. Mrs.Ryu looked up from her messy desk of papers and softly smiled. “Ah, Mr.Jeon you’re here, good. A package with a letter came in today from your parents back in Busan. Let me go it for you.”

A letter? From his parents? Usually they’d text or call him asking if he was alright. He didn’t find it strange about the whole package business, but a letter? Now that sounds a bit off. While Jungkook was waiting, he paid most his of attention to the flat screen TV on the creme colored wall across the attendance hall.

Jungkook squinted his dark charcoal eyes to get a better look at the news on the television screen. “Reviving the dead, true or false?” Jeongukk muttered out. Before he could go further into his own thoughts, he was rudely interrupted by two other students speaking obnoxiously loud.

“Pfft, I can’t believe in such bullshit. This is ridiculous! The news is getting funnier and funnier everyday.” One of the students chuckled to their friend.

“Why on earth would they want to bring the dead back? For Christ sake let them be in peace.”

“How would I know Sam? I don’t have a crystal ball with me!”

“Jinyoung... did I question you? No.” Sam bluntly said to Jinyoung. Oh gosh, those two, Jungkook remembers them clear as day. He tries to avoid them at all costs cause both of them constantly keep making fun of him because of his love for art,well... mostly Jinyoung though.

“You can tell this will most likely never happen” Jinyoung folded his arms and grunted.

Jeongukk sneered and muttered under his breath, “Don’t jinx it you fucking asshole... don’t even say such stupid things out in public either.” Jeongukk swears to the almighty Lord that he will one day deck the boy. Actually, why not both of the boys. It’ll make it even more efficient and nice for him to watch them suffer. Woah there Jungkook! Don’t think such thoughts like that ever again.

Jinyoung turned around and saw Jungkook standing next to the tall sleek modern reception desk. He smirked and casually walked over to him with Sam following on foot, mockingly saying, “Well well well. If it isn’t Jeon Jungkook, the prissy art student. Haven’t seen you in a while. Where’ve you been huh? You running away from us?”

Jungkook thinks for a moment ‘Damn, this seems to be like I’m in one of those cliché movies with the bully being a jackass to the victim,but then-‘

“He’s seems to be in his own world Jinyoung. Just leave him b-“ Sam tried to say, tugging on Jingyoung’s old forest green bomber jacket, but then got interrupted by the scowling blonde.

“NO!” Jinyoung raged. He then turned his head and shook Sam’s hands off the sleeve of his bomber jacket harshly. “I’m not going to let someone like him,” he pointed at Jeongukk, “ignore someone like me! He deserves to be treated this way!”

Sam gives the latter a weary look, having to go through this conversation numerous times. Sam just wishes his best friend would leave the poor boy alone.

“Jinyoung,” Sam sighed, “We’ve been through this millions of times! Heck, i even started counting, but then lost track because of how many times you keep insulting him!”

The blonde haired boy just crossed his arms and glared at his friend.

“What? Do you have a problem with me treating trash the way it’s supposed to be treated?” Jinyoung said, a smug grin on his face while looking at Jungkook.

Jeongguk tries to keep his composure and look like he doesn’t care about what that asshat is saying, but on the inside he’s seething with anger wanting to grab him by the shirt and throw him out the room.

“Jinyoung! What the hec-“

“Are you insecure?” Jungkook thought out loudly. Crossing his arms while taking a step closer to the two boys, making them shocked, but mostly making Jinyoung dumbfound by the sudden outburst from the younger boy.

“Wh-wha?” Jinyoung stuttered out, taking a step back closer to the door with Sam glancing at him stunned.

“Are you having difficulties with family or something?” Jeongukk took another step and leaned his head a little bit, narrowing his charcoal eyes. “It seems like it because I never did anything to you. Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

He sighed and spun on his heel and stopped. Looking up to the dull colored ceiling and softly said, “Are you jealous? Do you want something from me that you don’t have?” He brought his head down and closed his eyes, breathing slowly to calm his racing heart, “you make me feel confused Kang.”

“So... are you going to say something?” He slowly said. Exhaled and inhaled still, he backed away from the two boys. He quickly glimpsed at Sam who was biting his reddened lip with furrowed brows etching on his face. He seems fidgety. Too uncomfortable with the sudden state he was watching between victim and bully. Prey and predator.

Taking his eyes off of the antsy brunette, he took a glimpse at Jinyoung. Dear lord Jeongukk felt his face turn pale from the look the older was sporting with. Jinyoung’s features contorting with unbearable wrath and his eyes held a murderous look, having them grow dark. Jeongukk grew restless with the tense atmosphere surrounding the once homey attendance hall. Damnit... where is Mrs.Ryu? It seemed like its taking 5 years for her to get the package. Jeongukk was about speak until he heard a loud bang from the other side of the room.

There, Jinyoung was breathing heavily, fist colliding with the wall, and looking back over his right shoulder, scrutinizing Jeongukk like he’s nothing, but dirt to the blondette. With wide eyes from Sam and a shaken, but calm Jungkook, he took his scratched up hand from the collision of the damage and walked up to Jeongukk.

“You’re nothing, but a worthless human being! I hope you end up alone and rot in hell Jeon Jeongukk” Jinyoung screeched. His world going red and he was breathing so heavily. Sam hurried over to him and shoved him back from Jeongukk who flinched from the deafening voice.

“Jinyoung stop! Get out, now!” The brunette wailed, pushing the latter out the glass doors and looked back at Jeongukk. Sams eyes grew teary and was becoming bloodshot. Not knowing what to say to the younger, he stuttered out, “I-I’m. He doesn’t know what he’s saying I’ll tell you that. He-he’s just having a-a tough time okay?”

Jeongukk only nodded, not trusting his voice and afraid to show how much Jinyoung’s words affected him immensely.

“I d-don’t know why he-“

“It’s okay,” Jeongukk muttered out, “I understand.” He looked down at his own feet while avoiding eye contact with the tall brunette who’s eyes went wide and shook his head quickly.

Sam gritted his teeth and clutched the silver door handle to the point where his knuckles turned white. He didn’t understand why the younger was accepting such an act like this go by easily.

“No! Y-you don’t understand! You’re just sa-saying this so you can get this o-over with huh? You need to know why Jeongukk,” Sam’s voice cracked, he brought his left hand to his eyes and rubbed them while sniffing out, “why are you like this? This is something I don’t get about you...”

Jeongukk tilted his head, his caramel blonde locks shifting to the side as he squinted at the older boy. “I’m not really getting what you mean,” he quietly said, putting his hands in the front pockets of his ripped jeans, “I’ve never seen yo-“

“I mean you being so fucking oblivious! You’re avoiding the situation that you were in just a minute ago!”

[alphacrone]

fake dating! zimbits

It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.

Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.

Shitty Knight: brah are you dying

Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.

Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?

Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok

Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.

Jack frowned. More than once he’d stepped in as a fake boyfriend for friends and acquaintances, but they were usually drunk women who needed to escape creepy guys at parties.  Bittle’s texts were starting to make him nervous.

The group chat didn’t seem to feel the same way.

Adam Birkholtz: dude this isn’t a favor

Justin Oluransi: this is a MOTHERFUCKING PRIVILEGE

Shitty Knight: AN OPPORTUNITY, REALLY

Adam Birkholtz: WHERE DO YOU NEED US

Shitty Knight: YOUR LEGION OF HANDSOME BOYFRIENDS

Larissa Duan: bits why wouldn’t you just ask chowder, these knuckleheads aren’t worthy of u

Despite himself, Jack agreed. Bittle deserved someone kind and smart and funny and well-dressed and… well, maybe Ransom fit the bill, but even so. Bittle deserved the best boyfriend.

Jack didn’t realize he’d come to a full halt outside of the building until someone knocked into him from behind. His phone arched down into the grass, and the person next to him gasped.

“Oh, fuck, Jack, sorry,” Camilla huffed, bending down quickly to grab his phone. “I just wanted to surprise you, not break your shit.”

Jack snorted. “It’s fine. Look, not a scratch.” He took the phone from her hands and held it up to show. “You check pretty hard for a tennis player.”

Camilla grinned up at him. “What can I say, you boys inspire me. What’s got you so spaced out? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you even look at your phone before.”

Jack sighed and shook his head. “Oh, I think my teammate’s in a bit of trouble, I was reading through the texts. He needs someone to pretend to be his boyfriend?”

Camilla grimaced. “Ooh, yeah, there’s usually never a good reason for that. Did he sound like he was in danger?”

Jack felt his gut sink. “Um, no, I don’t think so…”

“Then he’s probably okay,” Camilla said quickly. “I mean, like, he’s probably just trying to let someone down gently and thinks this is the best way.” She bit her lip, as if she could tell just how quickly Jack was spiralling into panic. “I’ll let you get back to your texts. Let me know if there’s any way I can help?”

Jack nodded gratefully. “Thanks, Camilla,” he murmured. “See you around.”

She gave him a soft, fond smile. “See you,” she said. ��And if you need date night recommendations, that new Indian cafe on Main is really good.”

“I don’t know- I’m not-” Jack frowned at her. “How did you-?”

Camilla laughed brightly. “You’re you, Jack. Of course you’re going to help him out.”

“Oh.��� Jack watched as she waved and sauntered away, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He and Camilla were friends, but they weren’t close by any means. If she could tell he was going to volunteer…Jack wondered idly what Shitty might say about the whole situation.

With a sigh, Jack plopped down on the nearest bench and opened up the group chat again, scrolling back up to where he’d left off when Camilla ran into him.

Eric Bittle: Because Jason knows Chowder! And though I love him, Christopher is not the best liar.

Justin Oluransi: JASON?

Adam Birklholtz: JASON?

Adam Birkholtz: lol jinx bro

Larissa Duan: deets, bits

Eric Bittle: This guy in my calc class asked me out and I think he’s really gross so I said no but then he asked why not and he’s probably taller than Holster and is on the JV wrestling team and I panicked and said I already had a boyfriend but instead of just dropping it he got really nosy and pushy and I agreed to bring my boyfriend to a party at his place tonight.

Shitty Knight: um

Shitty Knight: so hypothetically what is this dude’s last name

Shitty Knight: and hypothetically would anyone miss him if he died

Eric Bittle: SHITTY

Adam Birkholtz: OK I have facebook pulled up

Adam Birkhotlz: stop me when i get to him

Adam Birkholtz: Jason Mu

Adam Birkholtz: Jason la Posta

Adam Birkholtz: Jason Lowell

Adam Birkholtz: Jason R. Ball

Adam Birkholtz: Jason Paul

Adam Birkholtz: no last name i guess

Adam Birkholtz: Jason Richards

Adam Birkholtz: Jason White

Eric Bittle: holster stop

Justin Oluransi: bits that was so out of line, he shouldn’t have forced you into that situation

Larissa Duan: did u kno there r kilns in the art building large enough for a human body

Eric Bittle: LARDO

Eric Bittle: guys seriously stop

Eric Bittle: i don’t like this guy, but I think he’s fresh out of the closet, too. It doesn’t excuse his behavior, but the fella clearly just doesn’t know how to handle his newfound freedom. Cut him some slack.

Shitty Knight: ok bitty but you don’t have to go to the party

Shitty Knight: he can deal with a little rejection

Eric Bittle: What I’m hearing is that no one will go with me.

Justin Oluransi: bits….

Adam Birkholtz: dude, i’m sorry, i actually do have plans already for tonight

Justin Oluransi: bitty it’s not gonna kill him if you bail

Jack frowned at the boys’ reactions and was typing before he even knew what he was doing.

Jack Zimmermann: Bittle, would it make you feel safer if you went with one of us?

Eric Bittle: yeah

Jack Zimmermann: And you’re going to go to the party regardless of what anyone says?

Eric Bittle: it would be rude not to

Jack Zimmermann: What time does it start?

This was a terrible idea.

The party was small, some collection of bland-faced Econ and Business majors Jack had never met before. None of them talked sports, for which he was grateful; at Samwell, there was always a chance someone would recognize him. Jack was almost certain this would not come back to bite him – he wasn’t drinking, wasn’t being overly handsy with Bittle, no one was taking selfies or even pretending to have fun at this party at all. Bittle hadn’t even introduced Jack to half of their new acquaintances as anything other than his hockey captain.

But every now and then, when Jason would look across the room, Bittle would take Jack’s hand and Jack thought he was going to pass out every, single time.

This was a terrible idea.

Bittle relaxed a little somewhere after his first beer, still too tense to do much more than stand next to Jack and politely follow along with Boring Econ Dude #1’s conversation. Jack had zoned him out a while ago, and had no idea if they were talking about the stock market or Game of Thrones at this point.

Tired, bored, and really hungry, Jack placed one hand on Bittle’s hip and pressed a kiss to his hair before murmuring, “I’m gonna hit the head. Be right back.”

Bittle looked up at him with wide, stunned eyes, and it wasn’t until Jack was in the bathroom, washing his hands, that he realized what he’d done.

How could he just kiss Bittle? And it wasn’t just kissing him casually, in front of other people, but Jack had done it without thinking at all! Was he losing his mind? Was he getting sick? Had his hunger really rendered him so delirious?

Stomach churning, head spinning, Jack wandered back into the living room, feeling dazed and confused. It took him a moment to realize Bittle was no longer speaking with Boring Econ Dude #1, who had moved on to a group of well-dressed, stern-looking women. In fact, Bittle wasn’t in the living room at all.

Warning bells went off in Jack’s head, and he slipped around the edge of the room and peeked into the kitchen – the place in any home or apartment that drew Bittle like a moth to a flame.

Jack almost shouted when he first glanced into the small room. Bittle was leaned back against the counter, Jason looming over him, the two of them talking quietly and tersely. Jason really was a big guy, built like a brick wall, and Bittle shrank away from him in the most heartbreaking manner.

But then Jason grimaced and held up his hands in a placating gesture, face twisting into something guilty and ashamed. Bittle’s look of apprehension faded, and he very tentatively reached out to pat Jason’s arm.

Though not as on edge as before, Jack still decided it was time to intervene. “Everything alright?” He asked, marching up to slip an arm around Bittle’s shoulders. Despite his earlier stiffness, Bittle practically melted into Jack’s chest; through the thin fabric of his shirt, Jack could feel Bittle shaking.

“Yeah,” Jason said, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. “I was just apologizing to Eric. I, uh, realized that maybe I came on a bit too strong in class today.”

Jack said nothing, just nodding and pulling Bittle a little closer. Jason paused for a moment, as if waiting for Jack to agree or reprimand him or maybe even yell. When Jack did none of those things, Jason continued.

“Yeah, it was really out of line,” he said. “My best friend, Timmy, he really let me have it after I told him. And he was right – he’s always right…” Jason sighed. “So, really, again, I’m sorry, Eric, for being so…aggressive, I guess.”

Still shaking slightly, Bittle smiled. “Thank you, Jason. That means a lot, really.”

“Anyway, I have to say, you guys are really sweet together,” Jason said. Jack could feel Bittle stiffen again, but Jack let himself smile. “We’re always looking for people for our trivia team – we play every Wednesday at O’Flannery’s, you’re both welcome to join us. We always need help with history questions,” he added, smiling at Jack.

“That sounds fun,” Bittle said in a non-committal tone. Jack nodded in agreement. “We should probably be headed out,” Bittle continued, yawning a little. “Someone has an 8 a.m. lecture tomorrow.”

Jack shrugged. “It’s an interesting class.”

Bittle rolled his eyes. “Classes are only interesting if you’re awake for them, sweetheart.”

Jason laughed. “I don’t know how you do it, man. I would’ve flunked out of it by now.”

“It’s a history class,” Bittle said, as if that explained it all. At the look at Jason’s face, he added, “Jack’s very…passionate about history.”

Maybe it was the deliriousness that came from standing so close to Bittle, but Jack was almost certain he heard something else in Bittle’s voice as he said that. Insinuation, perhaps. Innuendo.

This party had been a terrible idea.

“Thank you for having us,” Bittle said. “Please, keep the rest of the mini pies, I made them just for y’all.”

“Thanks, Eric,” Jason said. “Jack, it was nice to meet you. Hope you two can join us for trivia sometime.”

“Sure thing,” Bittle said, and all but pulled Jack from the kitchen. A minute of goodbyes later, and he had them both out of the apartment and speed walking down the street.

“Bittle,” Jack said as they sped away from the party. “Bitty, wait.” He reached out to take Bittle’s hand, halting his forward momentum.

“Sorry, was I going too fast?” Bittle asked, not quite meeting Jack’s eye. “It just got so cold out, I thought I’d have more of a beer jacket tonight, sorry-”

“Are you okay?” Jack asked. “You’re still shaking.”

Bittle looked down at his hands and, for the first time, noticed the trembling of his arms. “O-oh, yeah, I’m fine, Jack. Um…”

Wordlessly, Jack shepherded Bittle over to the curb, sitting him down. After a moment’s hesitation, Jack shed his jacket and draped it around Bittle’s shoulder, just in case any of the shaking was from the weather. Bittle inhaled deeply, eyes squeezed shut, and let out a long, ragged breath.

“I never thought…” Bittle scrubbed at his face. “I never thought I’d have to be worried about other gay guys,” he said softly. “Like, girls are afraid of straight boys, that’s a given. I’m afraid of straight boys. But he was just so big and pushy, there really was a moment where I was back in seventh grade and the football team was throwing me into that stupid closet again. And I’m so relieved Jason apologized, that I was right and he just didn’t know what he was doing, but…the next one could be different.”

Jack didn’t know what to say – sure, he wasn’t Ransom-and-Holster-sized, but he was a big dude who played a very violent sport. Jack had never been afraid that he couldn’t win a fight. So he cautiously wrapped an arm around Bittle and pulled him in, letting him tuck his head under Jack’s chin.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” Bittle said softly. “I don’t know why I was so insistent on coming to this stupid party – it was so boring and Jason’s not my favorite person. I guess I was afraid of what would happen if…if I didn’t. If he got mad and cornered me after class. I don’t know, it’s stupid…”

“It’s not,” Jack said. “It’s not stupid. You felt safest coming to this party with one of us, so of course I came. I’ll always have your back, Bits.”

“Thanks,” Bittle whispered. “Ugh, I’m glad that’s over with. I’ve never met a group of more boring people in my entire life, and I grew up going to church with the Whitacres – let me tell you, those folks could talk your ear off all day ‘bout drywall, I’m not even kidding. Family business, and all that. Dull as dishwater.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, they were pretty bad, even by my standards, and Shitty tells me I’m the ‘epitome of boring white dudes.’”

Bittle scoffed. “You are not boring, Mr. Zimmermann. Certainly not like- oh, shoot, what was his name? Michael? Matthew? The one who just kept quoting different Founding Fathers whenever that cute, redheaded girl walked past.”

“The one who was talking about Game of Thrones?” Jack asked.

Bittle laughed, smacking a hand against Jack’s chest. “Oh! No, no, he was talking about the Walking Dead.”

“Are you sure?” Jack asked, grinning. “I thought he mentioned Ned Stark at least once.”

“Tony Stark,” Bittle corrected. “No, wait, that’s Iron Man. Oh, shoot, was he talking about Game of Thrones? I was so spaced out, I think I asked him about the zombies! Are there zombies in Game of Thrones?”

“I have literally no idea,” Jack said, and they both burst into laughter.

“Oh, lord, I can never talk to any of those people again,” Bittle said with a sigh. “I can’t even remember their names. What a disaster of a day. At least I can sleep well knowing Jason probably won’t become my stalker and that you, sir, are as fine an actor as your mama.”

Jack quirked an eyebrow. “That’s quite a non sequitur.”

“Not really,” Bittle said. “You did such a good job pretending tonight – I was such a mess, I don’t know how it would’ve gone if you’d been as awkward as me. If you get bored of hockey, you should take your mother’s career for a spin, see how it treats you.”

“Bittle…” Jack could feel his heart beginning to race again, the strange haze of having Bittle in his arms clouding his judgement. “I’m a terrible actor. I was cast as a tree in a school play once, and I was so bad at it that I was demoted to rock.”

Bittle’s hand flew to cover his mouth. “Oh, no,” he gasped, stifling laughter. “Oh, Jack, that’s horrible.”

“No, it’s hilarious,” Jack said seriously. “But I…I wasn’t acting tonight.”

“What?” Bittle pulled back a bit, staring up at Jack incredulously. “Is this one of those ‘what is art’ debates? ‘What really constitutes acting?’ Pretending to be my boyfriend counts as acting in this situation, Mr. Zimmermann-”

“I mean it, Bittle,” Jack said, looking down at his knees. “It was all just��natural.”

Bittle was quiet for a moment. “Natural?” He finally asked, voice hesitant.

“When I kissed your head,” Jack said, grimacing a little. “I didn’t mean to do that. It just felt…”

“Right?”

Jack looked up to see Bittle staring at him, mouth parted, eyes hopeful, so he let the deliriousness of the evening take over once more and leaned down to kiss Bittle properly.

“Oh,” Bittle said, voice breaking, as Jack pulled away. “That’s…natural.”

“Like breathing,” Jack whispered.

Bitty surged up and captured his mouth again, squishing their noses together almost comically. It was awkward and unrefined, but Jack was almost certain it was the best kiss of his life.

“Do you wanna get dinner?” He asked, pressing his forehead against Bitty’s. “Camilla recommended a place today – like, a date-type place.”

“Did she, now?” Bittle asked, smile teasing. “I’d love to, Jack.”

“Great.” Jack leaned down for another kiss, and another. “I’m glad you didn’t bring Ransom tonight.”

Bittle grinned. “You know, I’m starting to feel the same way.”

“I guess you won’t be needing that legion of handsome boyfriends anymore,” Jack said as he stood, holding out his hand to help Bittle up. Bittle took his hand and did not let go, even as he began to walk back to campus.

Bittle smiled at him, blindingly bright. “Who needs a legion when I got the best one?”

[norman-reedus-gossip-mod]

bulk

--mod-- you know the deal

Anon: anon people don' like her cos she cheated on 1st husband and cheated on JJ twice. She sneaked around with NR all year. She set him up last week. She told stories to the papers (this was proven actually if you look). She is rude to people and even stalked his ex girlfriends social media and liked posts to make him to be a liar. She lies herself and sets up pap shots for herself all the time. She is a fake and the reason she doesn't get much work is cos people dontlike working with her.

Anon: There is indeed a girl on twitter who says NR was with his girlfriend. Someone asked if he was alone and she answered "con su novia" (with his girlfriend).

Anon: Just my theory , norman's peeps wouldnt lie and def not sayingg " just friends" if norm knew he would dating her 2 weeks after they denied it , i think she is in love with norman and tries to get his attention as much as she can (and yes incl media) , norm know for sure she likes him so he might invited her AS A FRIEND to hangout in Spain or Barcelona (wherever they are)OR talk about stuff and thaangzzz , which i hope so he can make her mouth shut to call the media or her worthless attention. 😊

Anon: Mod what do you make of the pics with fans? Why would he take pics with fans if DK were right there? Maybe it's not even her. Maybe it was someone from the gallery. --mod-- I just assumed he was alone.

Anon: So you still think norman and diane are not dating? --mod-- Basically

Anon: sorry for English. I am so sad . Is he lie? How to trust anything from him? --mod-- Nothing's confirmed. Just suspicion and speculation

Anon: And i was about to say " i finally live happy in my Normie fantasy , hopefully that one person wont ruined it" , apparently i would say it too soon 😂 --mod-- So you're the jinx ehh anon

Anon: norman as a fuck buddy that is willing to travel to the other side of the ocean for sloppy seconds?! lol of course he denied...he doesnt have anything serious with her...what is he going to say now? oh this is my friend that i fuck now and again??like he comes like a major dishonest person regardless of their status. actually have nothing to do with that is the way he dealt with it. --mod-- Whys it gotta be sloppy tho.

Pinyah: This mean JDM agree with Norman and dk thing? --mod-- I couldn't guess

Anon: I personally didn't see the comment so maybe you can dig it up but someone on IG said the girl who took the picture of Norman and the unknown woman on his bike said it's his curator "Laurie". Again not sure if true because I didn't see her comment by myself. If she said it we could easily put the upcoming shitstorm to rest already. I sure hope it's right.

Anon: Yep Mod, look at normanreedustea. One of the girls who posted her pics with Norman was asked on Twitter if he was alone and she answered "con su novia" which means "with his gf". And why would she say this if it wasn't obvious it's his gf. Deeply disappointed and disgusted of him. No longer going to support him. Official lying is such a shame. Hope his reps and AMC are going to kick his ass for this debacle

Anon: Well ok I was in grammar school when HC(who can I just take a moment to say how cool and beautiful she is, goals people) and N were a thing, but I I highly doubt this is the same thing. Tbh up until Sky came out, I thought January Jones and DK were the same person lol All jokes aside, if this were his gf, or shit someone he bangs on the reg, wouldn't he I dunno see her more than occasionally hanging out? Like if I remember correctly didn't his child bride (CS) used to visit in GA? lmao. Mod?

Anon: To the anon that says DK stalks his exes, is this true? Cause that's a lifetime movie in the making I can totally get behind. Where's PRwife when we need her? She seems to know her shit.

Anon: I don't know who NR and DK think they're fooling at this point 😂 does anyone still believe they're not a couple?! --mod-- Me

Anon: 



Wow, a lot of people think Norman "owes" his fans the truth about his romantic life. He really, really doesn't. If you want to think he's a liar because his rep said he & DK are friends, OK. But maybe think about, if he did lie, are there reasons he might, including possibly the way fans react? Why would he put DK through that if they aren't even sure themselves if they're a couple? There are lots of reasons that he might "lie" that don't have anything to do with disrespecting fans.


Anon:

Hi mod, i just came to say goodbye and thank you for this blog <3 i think i'm done with the dk thing and i need a break from this blogs and stuff. I'm sad not because he's with her, but because he denied the rumors and, even if they are just friend (which i don't believe), he's not taking care of his reputation right now. At least he could stay away from her a pair of weeks of something, to shut the rumors, but he didn't. He deserves to be happy, i know, but i'm just done with him. Love you mod! --mod-- Well come by and say hi sometime I'll be here



Anon: 

I find it funny that Norman's people had that video removed. Shows how much we can trust him and his people.


--mod-- Who said he had his people remove it. You do realize that it had something on it the was supposed to be a surprise feature in the show right

Anon:

I don't get all the hate. He's a grown man and can be together with whom he wants. I don't like DK, but it's his private business. And he doesn't have to render an account of his private life. And if he says to the public that they aren't together to have at least some kind of privacy, that's totally fine bye me.





Anon:



Maybe I was wrong, maybe it's DK that has a magic 🐱, cause it sounds like he's risking his reputation and career on her. I just think he needs to either come clean, or she can pull the stick out of her ass and say something. I still don't think they're in a serious rs, but regardless, it's kind of shady. I mean if I had a bf and he was going to basketball games with other women and walking around acting single, I'd cut his dick off and feed it to him lol



Anon:

I don't want to shit on anybody's parade but have you guys seen the the accounts that has commented on the IG user's that posted those pic? Except maybe one or two EVERYONE shares the same things, saying the same things. It seems to be one person but with different accounts. This takes the credibility down a lot. Someone seems out to just spread gossip and ruin lives








Anon: 


Mod is it 100% confirmed that it's her? Maybe it's me but I don't think Norman would be taking selfies with Fans on the street while DK was standing beside him...?


--mod-- Nothing's been confirmed 



Anon: 


look, i always side eyed him for even being friends w her. having followed her career a bit before i even got in to TWD (after the QT movie), she just seems like a nasty piece of work, & I don't know what NR sees in her. that said, if he actually fucks someone on the DL, while getting his rep to officially deny even casually dating, then that would be as scummy a move as any desperate game she has played. possibly worse. i really hope NR is such a fucking lowlife 
and thats not to say NR can't fuck people casually, but to me, its one thing to have a fuck buddy or hook up w one nighters, its an entirely different thing to constantly have someone fly around to meet you, spend time together, fuck them on a very regular basis, and then deny that you even casually date. there is nothing wrong w saying "they go out but its not serious". its really gross to hide a woman, shuffle her around, fuck her, then say "we're just friend" while having her meet 2 fuck




Anon: Do people need their eyes checked those purses are not the same and neither are the boots go take a good look at them I swear as soon as people think it's DK they believe everything I'm giving norman the benefit of the doubt until I see her actual face

 
Anon: *Also to be fair, I can put on Twitter right now I saw Norman blowing dudes behind an Arby's, it doesn't make it true. Although he seems to be classier than Arby's, maybe In N Out?


--mod-- Dying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣



Anon:

 DK posted a picture of her and Fabienne yesterday, and they were both at his Paris art show, so they're probably both just there supporting him for his Barcelona show



Anon:  Mod I have a theory: I think Norman has INVITED DK to the 2nd art show this time because of all the hate she was getting over the garage pics (even though it's obvious she *did* set them up) I think he's trying to show that he's still FRIENDS with her to the public. And maybe he thinks because he officially denied it that everything would be fine on his side. Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. So he has to do something to clear the air AGAIN imo because this is only hurting him Anon: Ok, you can so tell that DK & NR are dating! N wants to keep it a low profile cuz he knows his fans tend to get a lil craycray and he feels bad for all the threats towards his gfs. Plus those pics from Spain... that's definitely her purse & shoes. Common. But honestly, N has gotta live his life and be happy; his true fans would support him. I may not like DK, and I doubt their relationship would last that long anyway 😂 ..but whatever. Don't let it bother ya'll too much. ✌🏻 Anon: 


Have to vent about ppl saying it's none of our business-True we have no say in what he does& he doesn't owe us explanation, but when we're spending our money buying into an image he puts forth on a regular basis & repeats in all his interviews only to find out that he isn't any of the things he claims to be, I think there's a right to be upset about who we thought we were supporting. It's not that he COULD be with someone, it's that he would have lied about it after preaching honesty. :( 





normanreedusdaryldixon32 :


I just want to say over the DK thing. 
I’ve been a fan of Norman since the boondock saints and now. I always supported him and I loved how cute, sweet, honest to his fans which he still is to his fans. In my opinion since he done the film ‘Sky’ he has changed. He says that he hates “dishonest people” but his acting like one. I do believe he deserves a woman who loves, respects, cares, supports him now matter what. But DK is not that type a girl as we all know. I hate the fact he lied to his fan or whatever. I also don’t understand 'if’ they are “friends” what kind of friend goes over to Spain to see them It doesn’t make any sense to me. I think Norman should get his head out of his ass and just think for once. Like a said before I do believe he deserve a woman that loves, cares, respects, ect. But DK is disrespectful, rude, mean, treats her fans like shit. I don’t want Norman turning into that person. Maybe he won’t turn into that person. But I just don’t get what does he see in her? DK must be so desperate. But now I’m so disappointed in you Norman. 😔





Anon: 


mod I saw on ig that norman's make up artist says she was with him today? is that true? because why would he have been riding around with dk, met with the curator and gone to a make up artist all in a day? maybe it's not dk? 



Anon: 


DK's style, behavior, and interests "suddenly changed" since she's been gunning for NR. She's seeking to trap him and she's just about there. She's as manipulative and inauthentic as they come. Hope NR thinks it's worth it, that and all the money he's going to lose to this scheming woman. Now is when he needs a true friend to give it to him straight, but everyone is afraid tip-toeing around the glaring issue. 


normanreedusdaryldixon32 : 


This is not a question: Seeing Norman on that bike with DK makes me so angry. Let me explain why because I've been a fan of Norman since the boondock saints. I loved how cute and honest to his fans. But now since he done 'Sky' he has been very disappointing lately. He says he hates people are dishonest but he acting like one. But do believe he deserves a woman who truly loves him and not just for his work or fame. But Dk is not that kind of girl she's so dishonest ect. It's disappointing Norman 




Anon: 


To the ones grasping at straws saying he didn't lie, you're leaving out the part where the denial said JUST friends. JUST meaning ONLY friends as in no romance. They also denied a romantic trip which the implications of that are a romance. But they denied the trip thereby also denying a romance. Sorry guys. He lied. 


--mod-- Question, does having say a friend with benefits, not saying that's what's going on, considered romantic?


Anon: 


So mod I respect your opinin the most. What do you make of all of that stuff with the biker girl? Do you think it's DK? And if you do, then what do think of the denial? It's very confusing if he issued a denial only to be caught redhanded with her again two weeks later. I can't figure out what he would be thinking. I also saw some fanselfies he was taking which is odd if she were with him. What do you think? --mod-- I'll be perfectly honest. I really just don't care. It doesn't matter if it's her or it's not. I think the denial still stands, I'm mean I've travel half way around the world to visit a guy friend, and no we weren't playing flesh Tetris. But again I  super unbothered and don't really care who's beast he's smothering 

Anon: 
This guy is just an ass. He is letting DK play people and he doing it as well. People hate cheaters and liars. You have both right here. Surely you don't deny the dishonesty? 



Anon: 
Mod, did you find out who it was on the bike? Was it her? --mod-- Nope




Anon: 


I'm telling you folks, if that video was taken down it was because it was bought by Reedus' folks. What a damn fool he is to risk so much on such a classless woman. Do you believe it was purchased before gossip rags got to it?

 


Anon: 


I can't stop crying. It just changes everything about him. He's not the same guy. he was so special and down to earth to me and now he is no better than anyone else in showbiz. He sells fans an image for money and he doesn't care about any of us. not really or he wouldn't have lied. He tried to trick us into thinking he wasn't with her and even released a pr statement saying they were just friends? I am so depressed i can't stop crying 


--mod-- You shouldn't cry anon. Just because he's made a few mistakes and maybe has tried to hide something, doesn't change him completely, we all do shady things in life but that doesn't change us completely. Sure he may have lied and avoided telling the truth but that doesn't negate the time and effort he gives fans. But I do understand why you feel the way you do 


Anon: 


i'm sorry to be rude but this man is ignorant as hell playing this game and clearly he doesn't realize just how this is going to back fire. He's risking it all for a tramp. DK has what she wants, attention. She is sacrificing NR in the process and he's just stupid. Hate he is such a liar and now proven to have no character at all. He made a lot of professionals look like idiots. What an asshole. What's your position Mod? --mod-- I don't have one. I'm not bothered by it.




Anon: 


Norman is a huge disappointment. Not only is he a LIAR but also a COWARD & a SNEAK. Not to mention a CHEATER!!! I lost all respect for him. He just lost a long time fan. 




Anon: 


Mod I can't even watch TWD anymore bc I hate Norman for LYING to his fans & sneaking around like we wouldn't find out. He thinks we're all stupid & doesn't give a shit about us. He disrespects his fans therefore I cannot continue to be his fan bc I need to admire & look up to someone I spend time following on IG, watching his shows, spending money on his movies, photo ops, merchandise, etc. He doesn't respect his fans so I don't respect HIM anymore. I'm done. Goodbye Mod & the nice ladies here --mod-- Farewell Dear Anon until we meet again



Anon: 


Hey Mod, I was looking at the pics and I don't think it's the same shoes as DK. If you look at the ones in the NYC pic there don't seem to be a distinct heel. The chick on the bike, her shoes have a heel you can see. Also, that's not the same backpack she has in the NYC pic. DK has a purple backpack on. The purse is the only thing that's fishy imo. 




Anon: 


It doesn't prove anything mod but I just noticed that DK's knapsack in the NYC pics are purple. The girl on the bike has a black knapsack. 


Anon: 
I kind of hope after this if he isn't giving DK the hot beef injection, he's fucking someone, cause this is crazy. If i were him I'd be putting in everyone --mod-- 🤣🤣🤣🤣




Anon: 


Is traveling across the ocean to visit him a gf thing to do? Hell yeah. But its also a wealthy person with a freelance/travel heavy career thing to do. Are they dating. I don't know but its obvious they're friends. With all that hate she gets from being connected to him this visit is a surprising choice to make but she's older than me so I guess she gives less of a crap about what bullies think. That's something to look forward to! lol

Anon: NR's reps denied the kiss rumor and the weekend rumor. This is the only official comment. There was no one saying they'd see each other ever again. 
 rebellacycle: 
Hey mod been reading all the posts on here on dk and norm . Do you think she will be at the art show if so that will be interesting. 



Anon: 


It seemed like there were quite a few fans around NR posting on twitter. If they all saw DK with him I'm surprised literally no one recognized her. Isn't she considered a famous actress and supposedly even more than NR * Anon: 


I want to cry. I believed him. I believed his denial and defended him against everything. How could he just lie like that? I know I don't know him but I never thought he of all people would do something like that to his fans. If he's really with her, I can't be his fan anymore. I don't want to watch Ride or TWD now 



Anon: 


I've always wanted Caryl to happen. I don't nos because I don't won't the beautiful MMB to have those disgusting, lying Norman lips on hers. 




Anon:

 
Oh look in that video there are two blonde ladies in black jackets. How's that for a fucking coincidence lol 




Anon: 


i hope this whole thing don't affect TWD, which ratings are already low :( 



Anon: 


Mod are we sure it's not the curator with her hair up? She has a black leather looking coat on from the vid. I know the purse and the shoes are a little bit suspicious but the hair may be just tied back and you can't see it in the pic. 



Anon: 


Uh, the NYC garage pics didn't "just happen". Diane paid Daily Mail and TMZ and tipped them off, seemingly without NR's knowledge. The accompanying articles were filed with misinformation yet somehow they know about his place upstate? So its pretty clear she wants to go public with whatever they do or don't have. IF he's sneaking around with her, he's doing it for himself because he doesn't want to even publicly acknowledge it. She clearly wants him to. That makes me kinda sad for her. 



Anon: 


Hello Mod, thank you for all you do. I always see eye to eye with you and appreciate your level head. I have never commented, but I want to say that no matter what NR & DK "relationship " is, was, whatever, or if she's in Spain or not,when his opening roles around everyone please be prepared, don't be naive, she WILL be there, taking pics, with fb and her "posse". This is about publicity for herself. I am not passing judgment, just stating what I think will occur and why. Take Care Mod.