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On The Tide - Chapter Six “There’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.”
Things are tense after the accidental kiss, and Lieutenant Tyne learns more about his newest recruit. Prompts met; - ‘Youthful Freckles’ - @multifandom-flash (Dozen); - “I Don’t Know What to Do.” - @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); - ‘Déjà Vu’ – Multifandom Flash (Beehive); - ‘Still Smells Like Them’ – Bug’s First Bingo (@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends; - ‘Painting a Scenery’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); - ‘Found Family’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo.
CW: Mentions of homophobia and criminalisation of homosexuality, vague references to theoretical SA. Banner by Win! <3
Boards at the bottom. Check the chapter out below, or on AO3 here!
My eyes fluttered open to chocolate gaze peering at me, examining my features with intense curiosity and making me blush.
“What?” I murmured, burying my face in the pillow shyly. He snorted gently as I glanced at him, his expression unusually vulnerable in his sleepiness.
“I like your freckles,” he whispered, seemingly as reluctant as I to break the hushed reverence of the moment. “They make you look younger. Less… World-weary.”
Scoffing quietly, I felt my cheeks flame under his gaze. “They make me look younger, definitely…” I agreed, shrugging. “I kinda hate it.” His eyebrow arched curiously, inviting me to continue, and I shrugged again. “They make me look about twelve.”
With a soft smile, he reached out, skimming the pad of his thumb feather-light over my heated skin. “They make you look cute. Well… Even cuter.”
I grinned shyly, all but squirming at the compliment and his rapturous touch – but the warmth fizzing in my veins faded quickly when he drew away, clearing his throat. “Anyway, I, uh- I apologise for the imposition. It’s just that- well, I mean… I was worried. Secondary drowning, you know,” he added quickly as he got to his feet, adjusting his sleep-rumpled clothes. “You needed supervising. Figured I was likely a more comfortable bet than most of that lot.” He jerked his head toward the cabin door with an uncomfortable smile, and I nodded mutely, once again stunned to silence by the speed of his emotional changeability. “I should, uh…” Another head-jerk, and he blew from the room, leaving me confused between his bedsheets, touching a finger to the still-warm spot on my cheek.
I’d lain in his bed a little while longer before I felt ready to face the day – or as ready as I could’ve, at least. Between my embarrassment at his sudden departure, and the deep ache in my chest from coughing up seawater after my impromptu dip, it was a struggle to force myself to rise from the sheets, imbued with the scent of man and salt as they were.
But nonetheless, I headed out to face the day – albeit reluctantly – face flaming as half a dozen pairs of eyes turned to me the second I stepped on deck.
“Good afternoon, sleepyhead!” Neri called from overhead, scrambling down the shroud with a broad grin on her face. I flushed deeply, rubbing a hand over my face as she landed before me, wincing in apology.
“You should have woken me,” I murmured, grimacing. “I had no idea it was so late-”
She shook her head quickly, still smiling with ill-disguised glee. “We weren’t allowed. I asked the Captain if he wanted me to get you up a little before midday, and he all but bit my head off at the suggestion. Said you needed your sleep.” Her eyebrows wriggled pointedly, and I let out a humourless laugh.
“No. Nothing like that,” I attested, shaking my head right along with her. “More like… Déjà vu.” She cocked her head curiously, leaning against the bulwark, and I sighed as I rested beside her. “I… I get this impression, every now and then, that maybe he… Likes me, or something.” She grinned and opened her mouth to respond, but I raised a hand quickly. “No, no. It’s weird. I don’t know what to do… Every time we start getting close, he all but runs away from me. I’ve no clue what I’m doing wrong – if it's me, or something I’ve done, or just his own problem, or…”
Her joyful beam faded to a sympathetic smile, and she shook her head. “It’s not you,” she reassured me, resting a hand on my forearm tenderly. “He sailed under a pretty traditional Captain in the Navy.” My confusion must have been evident on my face, because she sighed quietly, turning to gaze out at the ocean. “It wasn’t so long ago that Royal Navy sailors were hanged for being gay. And far more recently, it was still a crime. And the guy in charge of Lieutenant Tyne back when he first joined… Well, he was very vocal about the opinion that it should still be a hangable offence.”
I flinched sympathetically, staring absently out over the water. “I… Didn’t know that.”
She shrugged minutely, sighing. “He doesn’t talk about it often. It… Kinda screwed up relationships for him. But just give him time, okay? I’m pretty certain he likes you. He just… Needs a little patience.”
I nodded once, my uncertain sadness and irritation at the emotional whiplash I’d been experience fading into a profound guilt. “Of course. I definitely understand. That sounds… I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like for him, being trapped on a ship with that guy.” My head turned automatically to seek him out, stood at the wheel engaged in deep discussion with one of his crew. I couldn’t help but track the sharp cut of his jaw and the curve of muscle along his shoulders, sighing softly to myself. “No wonder he left the Navy.”
“Oh – he didn’t leave because of that,” she offered. “There was- well, it’s not my place to tell you his history. But… Yeah, he was already on a different ship by the time he left, but the damage had been done, I guess.”
“Yeah…” I watched him curiously, head tipped. “… I wonder if that’s why he’s a Captain now. Can’t have anyone force their opinions on him.”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “I certainly don’t think anyone could do that now. We might be a family around here, but… He doesn’t suffer fools lightly.”
Snorting, I nodded, pushing myself away from the wood with a fond smile. “I know. He tore me a new one for jumping in the sea after him, remember?”
With an affectionate eye roll, she stood upright, stretching her arms high with a sigh. “Right. Enough of the socialising. You’ve had rest enough this morning, time to put you to work!”
By the time the sun had set, I was leaning against the bulwark once more, revelling in the empty deck and the clear sky. My notebook was resting on the wood before me, pencil moving ideally, my gaze flicking from the page to the stars carving a crevice of blues and greens into the darkness.
“They’re always so beautiful at sea. The stars, I mean.”
I started at the quiet voice behind me, snapping around in shock. “I- Captain Tyne. I didn’t hear you- didn’t know you were there…”
He came up beside me, leaning his forearms on the wood, peering curiously at the notebook now pressed to my chest protectively. “What’s that?”
I blushed deeply, tightening my fingers around the leather-bound book. “Nothing interesting. Just… Sketches, I guess.” His eyebrow arched, and he turned to face me a little more fully.
“You never quite struck me as the artsy type.”
“I had this… Friend, growing up. We actually served in the army together. It was more his thing than mine, but… I dabble,” I admitted sheepishly. “He was a real talent, though.”
“Was?” he pressed softly, and I nodded, eyes lowering. “…Ah.”
“It helps me to feel close to him,” I explained quietly, shrugging a little. “He… He applied so many times to join up. Got 4F’d at every single one. But then some idiot let him get away with it, despite weighing in at about 90lbs soaking wet and barely able to walk more than ten paces without wheezing…” I winced as I remembered the fierce determination on his face, his adamant refusal to give up no matter how many times he was rejected. “It’s why I signed up. I had to try and keep him safe; he was like a brother to me. Guess I failed.” I shrugged again, and he paused only momentarily before reaching out to rest a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“It’s not your fault,” he affirmed tenderly, my gaze flitting to his with a weak smile.
“I know that, really. There was only so much I could do. But… I still can’t help but feel like I should have done more, you know? Told someone he shouldn’t be there – that he’d lied on his forms and some dumbass didn’t call him on it. He’d have been in a ton of trouble, but at least he’d have survived…” I frowned, and he offered me a tentative grin.
“Sounds like he’d have found a way to get involved no matter what you did. You did your best, soldier. I’m sure he appreciated it.” I nodded once, sighing again, and his eyes shifted briefly to the book I still held tightly. “… Can I see?”
With a half-dramatic sigh of resignation, I turned the paper toward him, and he leant closer. I watched the starlight reflected on the water sparkle in his gaze as he examined my work, trailing along the distinctive, infamous stripe that dominated the page in an explosion of colour. “… Huh.”
“It’s hard to work out here,” I defended quickly, cheeks flaming as I went to pull the page back. “It’s not like there’s a great deal of light, and I’m working with largely negative space, and I-”
He caught my wrist, shaking his head softly without looking up. “No- it’s… It’s incredible. You’re incredible.” I blushed even deeper, and he glanced to me at last, irises shining a burnt sienna in the refracted illumination of stars. My heart stuttered minutely as he moved closer, leaving me silent when his body pressed the notebook between us as he leant in to skim his lips over mine.
But then, as usual, he was gone, stepping back with a hand through his hair. “Sorry- I should… I should g-”
“You don’t have to do that,” I interrupted quietly, looking down. “I get it, you know? Neri told me about your old Captain – the asshole one. But things aren’t like that anymore, and you answer to nobody. You don’t have to fear the court of public opinion out here, Greg. Not on your own ship.”
He paused in surprise, and I could see his head cock curiously. “… Neri told you about my CO? Why?”
“Because she thought something was… Going on, between us, and was incredibly surprised when I corrected her. I told her I didn’t know what to do about all the mixed signals,” I admitted. He winced visibly, and a pang of guilt tugged at my chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything, should I? It’s not my place to-”
“It took me a long time to work through the shit that guy put me through.” His voice was quiet but clear when he interjected, laden with an old, tired anger. “I had a lot of shame by the time I got away from him. But… I’m over it. Like you said – times have changed, and this isn’t the Navy.” He moved infinitesimally nearer, drawing my eye once more, and offered me a thin smile. “But it’s not the opinions of a prehistoric homophobe that drives me away, Winter.”
“Then what is it?” I pressed quietly, the scars at my shoulder and chest burning pointedly. “… Is it- are you… Is it because of my arm? Or the… Way I am?”
He laughed shortly, but grew quickly silent when I set my jaw, an eyebrow arching in surprise. “How could it be you? Clearly, no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep myself away from you, Sergeant.” I blushed, and he smiled softly. “No… I’m your Captain. It’s an abuse of power for me to have an interest in you. I wouldn’t want you to feel like you were obligated, or like I expected…” He grimaced, and I blinked in surprise.
“… That’s what’s had you running away from me?” I pressed, and his cheeks pinkened minutely in the dim light.
“Well… Yeah.”
I snorted, moving a little closer, heart thrumming eagerly in my chest. “Lieutenant Tyne, I have never in any way felt like it was anything but entirely my choice to kiss you. There was no doubt in my mind that if I’d told you not to, you wouldn’t have. It’s sweet that you worry about that, but entirely unnecessary. I know I’m not obligated, or expected, or-”
My words were abruptly cut off as his mouth met mine, hands grasping my face as he kissed me. There was no soft, hesitant brushes here, and I whined quietly when my body was pressed to the wood, pinned against his, his own enthusiasm prevalent against my hip.
By the time he drew back to breathe, I was all but squirming against him, back arching to press myself closer needily, panting quietly. “I, uh… I-I’ve been pretty eager to do that for a while…” he murmured, smiling softly. I blushed and grinned, one arm coming up to pull him closer by the back of his neck gently.
“Well then, by all means, sailor…”
#mine#fanfiction#fandom: marvel#writers on tumblr#writing bingo#rating: t#winter wonderland bingo#seasonal delights bingo#bugsfirstbingo#multifandom flash bingo#fandom free bingo: frosty edition#fandomfreebingo#bucky x original male character#bucky barnes#winter soldier#fanfic#queer#mlm#j speaks#on behalf of Win
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Tim and Jason were munching on Batburgers mid-patrol. Entirely out of the blue Tim says: By the way, I'm bi.
Jason pauses, then swallows his burger: Uh, okay?
Tim: I just wanted to tell you. In case, you know, you think no one would accept you.
Jason: ...Huh??
Tim: Yeah, there's a reason why I brought this up. What I'm trying to tell you is that B told me to tell you that you can bring your boyfriend over for dinner whenever you want.
Jason just stares at Tim, wondering if he's experiencing a fever dream because what??
Jason: What boyfriend??
As far as he knows, there is no boyfriend. Why does Bruce think there is a boyfriend??
Tim being understanding but for a completely different context: It's okay, Hood. I'll tell him you said no. No need to deny it.
Jason continues to be baffled: Thanks. But I don't have a boyfriend.
Tim does not believe him: Sure, sure. So, when's the next time Arsenal plans to visit Gotham?
Jason goes back to eating his burger and pretending he's not totally confused by the change in topic: Uh, this Thursday. I'm gonna help him with Lian's birthday cake, and brainstorm gift ideas.
Tim: Uh-huh. Hope you have guys have fun :)
#That time when you come out to your gay brother and invite his boyfriend to dinner on your dad's behalf#Only for your gay brother to say he's not gay and you just assume it's because he doesn't want to come out yet#When in reality he doesn't even know he's gay or that he's basically dating his best friend#He's not really self-aware when it comes to this stuff#Like don't all friends help you bake a cake for your daughter's birthday?#That's just a really bro thing to do honestly#Roy is almost as bad except he eventually figured out this is some boyfriend shit they're doing#He's just waiting for Jay to realize so they could actually make out and stuff#Everyone in the Batfam know they're dating before Jason does#jason todd#tim drake#bisexuals for the win#roy harper#jason todd x roy harper#jayroy#batfamily
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apparently my friends are beefing with an anti-piastri 14 year old ?? and they keep blocking my friends😭😭
#piastri hate in 2025 ??? you start winning you get hate is real#no hate to lando also dont make it about that cause apparently some fans dony have media literacy#imagine taking oscars chinese heritage joke seriously and getting offended on ZHOUS behalf😭😭#twinkclaren#f1 is full of twinks idec#f1#oscar piastri#may the anti oscar agenda never reach me again#lando norris#formula 1
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I'm OBSESSED with the terrifying Princess Wanning and want ALL the backstory about her time as a hostage and everything she did to survive (and possibly even thrive?) in such a situation. Please, drama, give it to me! (Do I feel fic urges coming on?)
She's over-the-top and openly, gleefully cruel and sadistic in a way that female villains don't often get to be, but the actress makes her chillingly believable. The actress Li Meng oscillates so naturally between all the minute shades of her many malevolent moods and is clearly having a ball playing her. Li Meng was great in The Bad Kids and now I know I will definitely be seeking out more of her work. Suggesting two men murder each other in front of her as a job interview is exactly the kind of unhinged psychotic creativity that I appreciate about Wanning.
#the double#墨雨云间#cdrama#my commentary#she is the absolute worst and I love her so much#she's a funhouse mirror that distorts and warps the rules of good and expected female behavior#the way she makes a gesture of carefree delight#(twirling girlishly with her silken robes fluttering behind)#into something utterly and beautifully sinister!#also the scene where she blithely pours tea all over minister li's hands as he twitches and scrapes and smile-grimaces#weaponizing feminine hospitality and politeness!#and her sparkling indignant amoral eloquence in arguing for a team-based competition#on behalf of women! on behalf of the spirit of cooperation and solidarity!#(she doesn't give a shit about other women)#but she'll use that argument if it'll give her the win#it's so damn real
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#french revolution#18th century history#18th century#leftist antisemitism#history#antisemitism#jewish history#french history#napoleon bonaparte#leo tolstoy#voltaire#lord byron#diversity win lord Byron is exhausted on behalf of the Jews!#me tbh
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currently DISTRAUGHT over the fact that Marley chose to send 4 child soldiers with families/parents on the most difficult mission in Marleyan history while keeping 2 warriors in Marley.
1 with a disabled single father
and 1 orphan
because they're the easiest to take advantage of. nobody can protect them.
#I suppose the argument for Zeke is that he would have little reason to come home (YES I KNOW HE HAS GRANDPARENTS)#but. we all know that isn't why#plus they know of his “undying” loyalty to Marley#and PIECK. MY SHAYLA#sometimes I think about Reiner and Annie getting into arguments with Pieck post-rumbling about the Paradis mission vs staying in marley#and Pieck just has to take it because the only person who understood how awful staying in Marley was is dead.#plus the crazy part is that this is just strategic failure on their behalf. Zeke and Pieck are smarter than RBA(M) and would win#while RBA(M) is better for combat.#basically Marley is either fucking stupid or they knew exactly what they were doing and its horrific.#zeke yeager#pieck finger#Marleyan warriors#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin
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I am so ready actually
MK destroyed that pillar. MK destroyed that pillar!!
#Alright now that I know the trailer is worth analyzing asldkfja;sldfkjasd;lfkj#lmk#lego monkie kid#lmk spoilers#lmk s5#lmk speculation#I am having a glass of wine rn by the way#I was saying to some mutuals in a gc that crowning Wukong again was for entirely thematic reasons#Since like. There's not a point in nerfing Wukong since MK is right there#If Wukong get's crowned on MK's behalf#I'll be winning#Mark my fucking words
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VIGILANTE SHERIFF AU TOURNAMENT TIME!
GO VOTE HERE
I didnt want to run 2 sets of polls, so its only on twitter I'm afraid, but yall can rig it how you'd like!
#vigilante sheriff au#spectrum isnt there bc he would win#polls are so easy to make a thread on on twt#and i dont mind a million notifs on twt#sdfbhsfdhbjdsf#if u dont have a twt find ppl who do to vote on your behalf ig
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so is Zeph just gonna be haunting the narrative forever now
#i'm still pissed on behalf of my s6 mc fusebox you can't get me#litg#love island the game#litg s10#litg winning hearts
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yeah anyways, for reasons clear to anyone after stalking my page for two minutes, i will not be watching Imola.
#yes ofc one should support their drivers through thick and thin#but this is just causing me psychic damage atp and i have a final soon#i can't afford this#i wish them both they best tho#max doesn't even have a fighting chance half the time in that shitbox#good time to remember whoever is winning is not necessarily the best#and lando... oh lando#god give me strength to not commit arson on his behalf#f1#lando norris#max verstappen#norstappen#ig?
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#ok y'all gotta promise not to snitch but i. may have done a statistically significant amount of voter fraud in the silm sexyman semifinals#to make sure it was a feanorian lockout in the final. and now i'm torn on whether or not to fraud in this round too (maedhros v celebrimbor#on the one hand i do believe maedhros is Objectively hotter. on the other hand i personally think smiths are categorically more attractive.#on the third hand i am asexual so really what the fuck is my opinion worth. on the fourth hand i wanna see an underdog win. on the fifth#hand i found out (while i was checking to see if fraud was legal; result: inconclusive) that the tournament organizer is rooting against#maedhros and like. he's not my blorbo per se but in terms of my political loyalties i'm still offended on his behalf?#'eels if you're going back and forth about it this much the answer is probably Do Not Fraud' right but like. maedhros sweep is boring.#like we can all admit that right. it's the most predictable result imaginable. everybody thinks maedhros is hot. *i* think maedhros is hot#i'm just mad that feanor went out to him in the first round. which admittedly should be a beef i have with the baffling seeding choices#not with maedhros himself. but i am still kinda bitter about it and i figure if feanor can't win i can at least make an effort for tyelpe?#idk maybe i'll wait and see how the percentages look in the morning. and it truly is not that deep lmaoooooooooo
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A Deal with God (Post-Ending Durgetash Fanfic)
CHAPTER TWO - THE REUNION

Enver re-entered his body screaming.
As The Dark Urge listened in transfixed stillness, his screams gradually changed into a strange and discordant mixture of laughter and sobs, and all she could think was that she’d heard that sound before.
But she couldn’t place it until a series of sensuous fragmented memories crashed into her mind—the damp stone walls of an underground dungeon, the thrust of steel as it penetrated flesh, the tantalizing ferrous scent of fresh blood, an influx of saliva pooling in the bottom of her mouth, and the howling keen emanating from the pile of meat in front of her. Then came the feeling of satisfaction. The knife clattered to the floor, and as she wiped her mouth, she heard the sound change.
It was the sound of a torture victim who’d been offered a moment of reprieve, and the only coherent thought she could form in the mangled, macerated caverns of her brain was that that sound should not be coming out of him.
She couldn’t say exactly how long the sound continued, but eventually she became aware that it had stopped, and that his eyes, which had been alternately twitching and rolling backwards into his head, had refocused. He was looking at her.
She became aware of what she must look like, standing stock-still and staring at him in paralyzed silence, but she could rouse herself to neither speech nor movement.
Slowly, he sat up, supporting his unsteady balance by spreading his hands flat on the rock’s surface. He looked around, taking in the sizeless expanse of the Astral Prism. His gaze seemed to sharpen. “How long?” he asked.
“How long…” She didn’t immediately understand the question.
“How long was I dead?” he repeated, over-enunciating each word impatiently.
The twinge of annoyance that caused within her brought her fully back to herself. “Less than a day,” she said. “Maybe slightly more. I lost track of time during the battle.” She glared at him pointedly. “You’re welcome, by the way. For your life.”
He stood, wobbling slightly but catching himself and righting his posture quickly. He walked towards her, stopping when there was only a few feet of distance between them, and met her gaze evenly. “Thank you,” he said, without a trace of sarcasm. “For my life.”
The Dark Urge found it suddenly difficult to maintain eye contact.
[read more on ao3]
#durgetash#bg3#the dark urge#enver gortash#a deal with god: a baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#i ended up writing this very differently than i was initially conceptualizing#because the more i thought about it the more i realized he would definitely see this as a victory#like yes she's the chosen not him but she's worshiping his god specifically because of him & she brought him back when she didn't have to#and if he's alive he has a chance to rise again especially considering canonically bane is totally fine with more than one chosen#also yes he was tortured but it was only for a day instead of for eternity there's no way that's not a win#and considering this is far from his first time being tortured i think he'd recover just fine#especially since it's canon banites use torture to punish each other all the time and submit to it willingly like it's all just normal#you could argue maybe bane would be exceptionally good at torture and you could argue maybe he doesn't like having had to be rescued#but it's also super easy to read that as a win for him. he left behind an ally loyal enough to finish his plans & bargain on his behalf.#i also think the most enduring part of his personality is he's so hard to discourage. he has insane mental fortitude. and hope.#it is really hard to kill his sense of hope i think#not in the same way as hope from the house of hope but in a ruthless selfish way#but i also think durgetash kinda sees their love as the ultimate act of selfishness actually#i also always saw bane as exceptionally intelligent and strategic (a lot of that is based on earlier editions of d&d to be fair)#(i don't play 5e i play almost exclusively 3.5e)#(so if they've changed a lot about his basic personality i wouldn't know)#anyway i think he'd be just fine with the two of them doing whatever to each other as long as they stay loyal to him and keep winning#and why wouldn't they if he lets them have what they want?#it literally just... works#like in a way i don't want it to work so well because i want story conflict but it really just works haha#anyway the conflict will come from the entire rest of the world
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I felt bad for demi. Like. I hate when people are all feeling pity on me but truly she was supposed to win? She was the one who had to win ? ykwim this was her moment to win this thing? she came in looking like a goddess she was the one in the zeitgeist??? that other actor who won wasn't even really in the talks
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we have gotta actually finish the other account, it has been months and we want to tell revi that we're also plural hgkjgk
#''why not just tell him about this account'' faucet says no even though revi is so nice and lovely hgkjg#also we get sad too much on this account we need to subject this to as few people as possible. (<- voice of a guy full of symptoms.)#but if we finally finish the account we can do all that yayy and also our simply pIural! did we say we finally transferred our pk info over#its so funny because if you look at our fronting history We Are All Fronting hgkjg#we don't have the time or even the ability to fully distinguish and compartmentalize different facets‚ especially in the timespan of our#front switches which is!! often!! :P (<- this sentence alone had like. five.) and much less would we be able to log them accurately#by the time we'd note whimsy's fronting it'd already be rationale taking over there is no winning i think hgkjg </3#anD IT MAKES US ANGRY THAT YOU GOTTA. CHOOSE SOMEONE THAT A MESSAGE IS FROM. WE DON'T KNOW EITHER!! WE ALL TALK TOGETHER!!#okay we're not that mad that's just hackles. it is like. annoying though. we just made a ''voli'' member for all of us to talk through.#it's also like. we gotta say that mom's fronting before we can mark a message as read. like. she's /not/ fronting she's taking care of lili#but we promise she got the message man. we can mark it as read on her behalf. we share a stream of consciousness with the lady my god.#it's probably really helpful to other plurals but for us it is not optimal. that site is Not built for us but we still wanted to make one#because other plural friends use it :P we probably won't be using it much honestly.#what were we talking about. right finishing the tumblr. but also we are like. we have so much to do? who has the time honestly..#god it would be easier if we could like. give each of us individual physical forms and multitask. problematic as well obviously since we#don't work well apart from each other but goddamn we could finally get more done at least? curse of being parts stuck in the same body.#okay we gotta go finish an art thing goobye!
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Objectively I think Carlos is the correct option. I think there’s a correct answer to the question “who is sexier” and I think it’s Carlos. BUT I think Glenn is the funnier option which is why I voted for him anyways
#I’m not sure if I win or if I lose either way#oh well#good luck to everyone actively campaigning on Glenn’s behalf#noodly
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Ppl on Twitter are going crazy over Cory’s interview answers about Cirie’s game bc he doesn’t see her making it to final 2 bc of how dominant competitions are in the endgame and he believes no one will take her to the end.
And ofc ppl took this as Cory downplaying Cirie’s game and her influence but that’s not really what he said.
Here’s the difference though between how Cory’s mind worked in the game compared to a lot of the remaining people in the house: He has common sense LMAO
Any smart person in the game would realize taking Cirie to the end is an automatic loss for them because of how well she’s played.
Bringing Cirie to the finals is a death sentence to whoever is sitting next to her because she will win 7-0, Cory’s know that, that’s why he wanted to take her out if he ever got the chance and why he clipped Izzy and Jared.
Cory’s also operating under the reality of a Jatt final 2 and with Jag winning HOH again we can’t really blame him, along with how physical the endgame is too.
It’s not Cory downplaying Cirie’s game and threat level, it’s him acknowledging her game and threat level, complimenting it, and realizing she’s impossible to beat in the final 2.
He see’s no path for her to be in the end not because he doesn’t want her there, but because he believes everyone else in the house will also realize just how dangerous Cirie is to have in the end and take her out.
What Cory fails to realize, as he has all season, is that he was in a house full of idiots who do not think with common sense whatsoever and are fully willing to bring comp beasts and social threats to the finals.
#this is also a lot of cirie stans being offended on her behalf#when they dont need to#cory absolutely adores cirie idk how much clearer he needs to be#he knows how she plays that’s why he doesn’t see her making it to the end#not because she cant#but because she shouldn’t bc she will win#and that’s bad for everyone else in the game#but cory bless his heart doesn’t realize everyone left is stupid LMAOO#bb25
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