#people keep sharing her photo to get their followers to talk shit

[theinfinitedivides]

Regarding your recent post, I'm not even shocked that a certain section of this fandom are still trying to pretend Assad fans are any more anti black than Sam fans. I've seen plenty of anti blackness from all corners of this fandom, from both Lestat and Armand fans. But somehow weirdos think Sam fans are woke and progressive in comparison? there were Samstat fans who wrote disgusting fanfic of Louis calling other black people 'gorillas' for fuck's sake and specifically to prop up Lestat. There were Loustaters who thought it was a brilliant idea to go to a slave plantation so they can pose for their OTP photos. The Lestat fans who gloated about Claudia finally getting what she deserved, until they decided to use her as a prop for lestat sympathy post s2. But it's convenient for them to focus all that energy and blame solely on Assad and all his fans, because it suits the narrative they've already developed in their minds.

When people were making rape jokes about Assad's character, I recognized some of those blogs. One of them was a Loustater who I distinctly remember talking about Assad derisively. Because according to this fan, he's supposedly replacing Jacob next season. Which is an insane take like these people do know who next season about right? It's supposed to be a TVL adaptation and Armand does have appearances in that story. But here's the thing, they don't mention Sam at all. Now why would they claim Assad (a brown actor who has already has been sidelined repeatedly in marketing and nominations) has more potential to replace Jacob and not Sam, who Rolin already stated was going to be the lead in s3? When AMC has already pushed for more samstat presence in s2?

Let's be real here, some of these people live vicariously through the Jacob/Sam dynamic and the validation they feel from it that they are resentful of obstacles to that. Even if it's another actor of color potentially sharing more scenes with Sam in the future. This is also why they took that rpf poll so seriously ("if you don't vote for my preferred coworker ship, you're anti black") It wasn't just this blog, literally other people who were downplaying the racism for the awards snubs were very similar in that they are very invested in jam conspiracies and/or more lenient towards Sam and other white actors on the show. This bias has been called out by several black fans who I follow.

IWTV fandom directs a very noticable amount of vitriol towards the cast of color on this show. And yes, this includes the Muslim brown actor who fans see as the source of all their problems apparently. Fans behave like they can pick or choose what is racism or not with the marketing and nominations. Jacob, Delainey and Assad have all been subjected to all kinds of nasty remarks that are racist and colorist before this season even began.

It is possible to care about both anti blackness and racism against South Asians. It's absolutely important that both are addressed. But I guess these fans think that only one of these issues matter while continuing to bootlick a white corporation. It's sad and transparent what's really going on here.

A SECOND IWTV FANDOM READ HAS HIT MY INBOX. I REPEAT A SECOND IWTV FANDOM READ HAS HIT MY INBOX. someone call the fire department y'all trying to burn down my house with this one hold on

first off. idk where all of you are coming from with these good good takes but keep making them and keep reading the hypocritical fuckers in this fandom for filth while you're at it bc you are right and true and correct. we have seen shit on all sides bc having your pet character to hide behind doesn't change the fact that your ass is racist, but there's something about the racism from so-called Sam fans that is like. how do you even come up with that. how do you look at what you just said and think that's ok to post. and most times it is about making the South Asian Muslim actor the big bad, just like how here in the US racist pasty ass motherfuckers hear 'terrorist' and immediately conjure up images of folks from the SWANA region/South Asian subcontinent. it's othering. he's not like us so we can use him as a punching bag and pin everything we think is wrong in the fandom on him

living vicariously through the Jam dynamic................................ anon truer words have never been spoken. i get it. maybe they latched on too hard to the unholy trinity of the Loustat + Claudia family in the early days of s1 before that went down the drain and mother and daughter headed off to Paris and so they love seeing Jacob and Sam interact for promos irl. for those Jam fans who might see this listen to me. i am holding y'all very gently rn. go outside and touch grass there is no fucking reason whatsoever for you to get so delusional about two coworkers/work besties that you will use that to give the corporation propping up the white half in content he is not meant to be submitted for over the other members of the cast a free-for-all pass. no. it's like using fly swatters in this place the amount of messages i've had to delete from my inbox this week bc they all start with some variant of 'but Sam' and i do not have the spoons to answer that foolishness again

jumping all around your ask in terms of the order in which i make these points so i apologize but heading back to the Loustat blogs that have it out for Assad for whatever reason (specifically the ones making SA jokes about Armand)—i remember seeing that post and just being instantly horrified. i'm talking cold sweats level of freaked the fuck out. just bc you think AMC is going to use the shift in main vamp focus to possibly give Armand slightly more screentime that means he's going to replace Louis and therefore you can now wish things i wouldn't wish on my worst enemy on him. what the actual fuck. in my mind there is a spectrum and this shit is on one end and the rabid Marius stans are on the other and they are both equivalently bad. those two are shaking hands in the center over ways to violate and overlook Brown bodies and ykw i'm tired of not naming names so i'll name the ones who made these statements in the first place (note: i'm putting them below the cut at the very end of this ask bc i don't want anyone to be triggered by that kind of vileness as a jumpscare when i still have things left to say. not worth it.)

ykw honestly the obvious attempt to get Black and South Asian IWTV fans to split down the middle over whose blorbo/actor experiences more racism is disgusting. it's just like when they're always trying to get the diaspora (mainly African-Americans + Caribbean people of African descent, although i have seen them get the West African brethren involved) to start infighting over stupid shit bitch when the cops pull us both over they're not going to ask for a geography lesson. they won't ask us if we immigrated or if our family's been here since before the fucking Civil War. they'll shoot us both and call it an encounter where the two of us were resisting and they feared for their fucking life, like they always do. kicking Assad to the curb to lift up Jacob or vice-versa is not going to get you brownie points with the other infinite amount of racists on this hellsite it'll just buy you time until they decide to kick you to the curb when you open your mouth (if you open your mouth) and point out anything about their blorbo + the way AMC is choosing to promote said blorbo. frankly not even bootlicking anymore we're deepthroating that shit all the way to the back no gag reflex. get up. your Islamophobic xenophobic posting and 'pick a side' propaganda is not the slay you think it is

(note: the Armand SA post in question is below this marker. if you think a trigger warning applies, it probably does. stay safe. don't open this shit if you can't handle it. i'll drop the usernames in the comments for extra precaution regardless)

i had to unblock their asses to get this and then i blocked them right back. fuck me for even having to see this again but i did it for a good cause

[heymrsamerica]

People have been bullying this woman and I’m livid. The fatphobia is off the charts. Can y’all please show her some love if you also use Twitter?

[oneforthemunny]

build me up, buttercup |dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!nepo baby!reader|

prompt: you and eddie are planning a baby shower to welcome in your first baby, persephone. or how the girl's flower themes are born.

a teeny tiny blurb that i'm excited to share. follows the lore than each of the girls have their own flowers, and this is how persephone's came to be <3 hope you enjoy!

contains: pure fluff. honestly just cutesy shit. language. pregnant!reader.

"I just want something bright." You hum, swaying gently to soothe your sore, aching joints. Your ring dazzled in the bright light pouring in from the open windows, smoothing over the swell of your stomach.

"Is there a specific color, Mrs. Munson?" The timid event planner asked, spreading out swatches of bright yellows, powdery blues, pastel pinks. "If we start with a color, maybe that would help narrow down the options?"

"I don't know." You frowned, a swell of frustrated tears bubbling to life in your chest. You didn't know, and you hated that you didn't know. It was your baby shower, you wanted it to be perfect.

Eddie's spine straightened, eyes cutting to you carefully. He sensed the tears, the irritation of feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, all threatening to come out the only way they knew how to. He'd been on the receiving end of too many of those fits. His hand found your thigh, squeezing it gently, thumb rubbing soft circles over your soft flesh, a desperate attempt to soothe.

"You're wanting flowers, right? That's the main theme." Your assistant, Natasha, a complete saint in disguise. With pregnancy brain and hormones, you were sure you'd never make it without her. "Do you have options for a floral theme?"

"Yes," The planner squeaked, thumbing through her briefcase of photos, swatches, notes.

Eddie felt you tense, your hand rubbing over your stomach in slow circles, huffing in defeat. "Hey, could you give us a second, Nat?" Eddie hummed. "Just give us one sec to look and kinda talk."

"Of course. Let's take a little break. I'll go get some tea." Natasha gave you both a small smile, padding to the kitchen the event planner following closely behind.

Your sigh, heavy and huffy, echoed off the walls. It made Eddie cringe gently, pulling the flower pictures closer to the two of you. "What about this one? Nice and pink for ya." Eddie held the small sample photo up to you, filled with sweet peas and hydrangeas, obnoxiously pink.

"Yeah," You muttered, lips still puffed in a pout. "I don't even know if I want pink anymore."

"Blue?" Eddie grinned lightly. "Trick everyone into thinking it's a boy incase there's a leak." He cringed when your breath hitched, eyes wide in horror.

"I'm kidding, baby." Eddie added quickly. "No one's gonna leak. We're keeping it intimate."

"Yeah, right." You sighed. "My mom and dad will bring all these people I barely even know."

"And I'll tell them to leave." Eddie's chest puffed, spine straightening. "I'm serious. They're not on the list, they can fuck off, alright? Goes for Victor and Tana too. Not gonna let them upset you."

The small smile you gave him felt like a standing ovation, a victorious win after a grueling, hard day. Filled his chest with warmth, hand squeezing yours lightly.

"If there's even a shower to kick them out of." Your smile fell just as quickly as it came, shoulders slumping with them. "Can't even pick a theme."

"We'll get it. C'mon," Eddie's calloused fingertips tickled your jaw, lifting your gaze to his. "Don't be like that, sweetheart."

"I can be like that if I want to." Your voice teetered on the edge of a whine, the hinting of a cry. "I can't even make a decision about a baby shower theme. How am I going to make a decision about a baby?"

"Stop that." Eddie shook his head, voice dropping to a soft coo. "Two totally different things, baby. Not even comparable." It was rational, firm but soothed your bundles of nerves. You both had your own worries, fears about parenthood- fear of the unknown that was creeping closer and closer.

"Here," Eddie stood, chains hanging from his jeans jingling with every heavy step towards the shelves on either side of the television, lined with books.

Eddie's fingers danced over the spines, until he found the book. Still new, no cracks in the spine or bent pages, a gift from Farrah when you told her the baby's name. "I saw it at this bookstore in Amsterdam. I had to get it." She'd squealed, giving you the book with a title that your baby shared- Persephone.

Eddie had been more elated than you, reading it front to back more than once. Reading it to you at night, eyes lighting when he'd read something interesting.

"I think I saw somethin' in here." Eddie sank back down beside you on the couch. "Just an idea."

You curled into him, knees tucked under you, head on the soft, worn material of his t-shirt. His cologne, a faint smoky smell of a cigarette- you could feel your body relaxing, intoxicatingly calm.

Calloused fingertips thumbed through the pages until he found the page he was looking for, lips parting in a soft, triumphant hum. "Look," Eddie tilted the page towards you, fingertip tracing the small etching of a flower. "Says there's some history behind this flower and Persephone."

You titled your head, eyes scanning over the text.

"In the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, Earth Goddess Gaia produced the yellow petaled Narcissus specifically to enchant Persephone. Now, this early blooming flower is seen as the harbinger of Spring, announcing Persephone's ascent to the surface."

"Interestingly, for all it's association with rebirth and new life with Spring, the bulb is highly toxic?" You frowned, head tilting up towards Eddie.

His lips curled in a wide, excited grin, eyes shining with gleaming pride. "That's fucking cool, isn't it?" Eddie beamed.

Heat blossomed in your chest, dissolving the feeling of frustration and fear, and blooming with something lighter. Soothing and happy, spreading through your chest all the way to your cheeks.

"That is pretty cool." You nodded, scanning the table for a yellow swatch. "We could do like a yellow and white kinda theme, right? That would be neutral in case it did get leaked."

Eddie gave a small eye roll. "It won't get leaked." He muttered, setting the book to the side. "But, yeah, neutral but still bright."

"Make the narcissus the main flower. Maybe add baby's breath and something else..." You muttered, pulling the swatches in front of you. Eddie's chest boasted, watching your small frown on your features, determined instead of frustrated now.

"Do they keep?" You turned to Eddie. "Like, they won't wilt or be gross, right?"

"Buttercups? Nah, they'll keep." Eddie shook his head gently. "Used to pick them for my mom all the time when I was little. She'd keep 'em in a vase and some water, and they'd stay forever."

Your heart swelled, a dull ache behind his words. Even now, married and expecting a baby, Eddie rarely spoke about his mother. Every small detail he'd share, you'd guard protectively in your thoughts, wanting to remember every detail you could.

"Ok," You nodded, a small sigh of relief. "Let's do that then."

You groaned, pushing off the back of the couch, Eddie's hands quickly finding your waist to help you stand. "Will you go get them? I have to pee, and I'll be right back."

Weeks later, Eddie was sure he'd never seen so many shades of yellow- so many flowers in his life. Your family's Malibu home transformed to a bright, floral baby shower of your dreams. Buttercups at every arrangement, starred prominently in bustles of baby's breath and tiny white daisies. All the guests even in various shades of yellow, shining brightly under the California sun.

Eddie managed to sneak a bouquet after the party, when you'd gone to lay down and the staff was cleaning up. He'd handed it to Natasha, sent it with her to get pressed and framed, until it found it's new home in the nursery.

[luna-andra]

Domesticated!König Headcanons: Meeting the future In-Laws ✨

Image: @Skavod29 on Twitter (Source)

I was floored by how much attention my first headcanon post got. Y'all had me fucking emotional and I am so happy it's something people actually like. It keeps me coming back to post more of my silly little ideas. Forever grateful for your support! ❤️

I also need to reiterate that my blog/posts are 18+ so MDNI, this one has some NSFW bonus HCS 💋

If you missed the first one, here :) StepDad!Konig is here!

I got other stuff! Masterlist pinned on my blog

When you decided it was time for your parents and König to meet, you were tempted to slip a Xanax into his morning coffee. It is not like he hasn’t said a polite hello and a few words over the phone or when you facetime them, but now he was finally meeting them in person. You’ve seen him more calm talking to two- and three-star generals than this, the kinds of things that rattled your nerves.

You swore he changed attire more times than you did. The sight of him re-rolling his sleeves on his button up shirt made you intervene before he undid them all over again. He paused when your hands held his, then flicked his azure eyes up to you. “They’re gonna love you, my king.” Your gentle smile and comforting words got through to him.

They welcomed you and the mystery man with open arms at their front door. Mom never knew how to keep her thoughts to herself, but she really did mean well. Of course, the first thing they all notice is how König has to duck under their doorway to come inside. “You weren’t lying when you said he was tall,” mom said. You gave her a warning look followed up with an apologetic smile to König. He managed to chuckle it off, it was nothing new for him. It did make him curious about what else you’ve said to your mom about the two of you.

You gave König a tour of your childhood home, nearly having to pry him from the wall of photos of you and your family. He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face of the little timeline displayed in pretty frames; your first elementary school photo, a photo of you in a boy/girl scouts uniform, another of you during extra-curricular activities (band/orchestra, JROTC, sports, theater, robotics team, etc.), a prom photo with you and old friends, and lastly your high school graduation picture. König wanted a copy of one of them to keep in his wallet, mom promised to get him one behind your back.

König's field day got better when you showed him your childhood bedroom. Depending on how you last had it decorated, you were either low key bashful or regretting even showing him. It was like traveling back in time for him, giving him a glimpse of the kid and teen, you used to be. A chance to fall in love with every facet of you.

He was getting more comfortable when he found out your dad wasn’t out to get him as much as he thought. They ended up sitting in the living room, talking about a topic after your dad played twenty questions to figure him out. Something either about guns, hunting, hiking, fishing, blue-collar work, and if your dad is a veteran, they got along faster than you could imagine. You and mom caught up in the kitchen as you helped her finish up with cooking and setting the table.

If you have siblings, they showed up in the nick of time before dinner, to share embarrassing stories of you when you were a kid, or the stories you all waited to tell when you all were adults to avoid from getting in trouble. König watched and listened as you got more animated with laughter. Loving every second of this. He had a handful of memories he could count on his hand that were of happier times, but your memories became his favorite ones.

Everyone pestered the two of you for the story of how you met. And since you’ve been doing most of the talking, you looked to König to tell the tale. Your eyes never left him as he started the story from his point of view, recollecting the moment he saw you and how he was trying to come up with an excuse to try and talk to you. It donned on you that this was the first time you were hearing the way he saw you. “And now we’re here,” he concluded, looking over to you with a grin and a touch to your hand underneath the table.

NSFW Bonus:

König couldn’t stop thinking about taking you in your childhood room, nearly fantasizing what it would’ve been like if the two of you met as teens/younger adults. Indulging in the idea of sneaking into your bedroom window or standing outside with a boombox in 80s/90s style fashion.

Of course, your parents offered you to stay with them, not wanting you to have to rent a hotel room or travel back (depending on how far away you lived from them), so the later the night got, the more distracted König became with fulfilling his dirty thoughts.

It was just like the old days, having you home and hearing the music coming from your speakers when someone passed by the doorway. You were just showing König your CD collection, right?

It definitely wasn’t because you were trying to muffle your moans and screams as he pounded you into that fucking mattress. Making you a drooling and brainless mess under his rutting hips. He kept praising you for taking him so well and for being so quiet like the good little fuck thing you were, making it harder not to cum so fast. Secretly, this was your fantasy too, and you wanted it to last a little longer than the 10 minutes of foreplay and fucking you had already endured.

Likes & reblogs are always appreciated! Stay tuned for more to this unexpected series! Asks are opened for requests & ideas for others.

[specificallyjude]

social media au: fanboying

pairing: mason mount x driver!fem!reader

summary: a private, but not secret relationship being ruined by the one and only lando norris warnings: swearing. this is also a female reader fic so pls keep that in mind before reading. author note: please ignore any inconsistencies, this is all fake so don't take anything too seriously. I originally starting making this while mason was at chelsea, but then transfer season happened and I had to scrap everything and start over. also if you ever see me reuse any photos in future au's...no you didn't.

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₊˚⊹♡ monaco gp 22 ♡⊹˚₊

y/n.username

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y/n.username monaco you will always be iconic ⭐️

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user i love the y/n and seb duo

user aaahhh everything about y/n in monaco is iconic

landonorris does monaco being iconic have anything to do with your good luck charm being in the paddock this weekend?

↳ user uuuhhh lando is there something you want to share with the class??

↳user do we think he's referring to a man

↳user he better not be, y/n is my wife

masonmount

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masonmount first time in monaco. thank you @redbullracing

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landonorris hey mate 👋

user what is lando doing here??

↳ user I'm pretty sure he's friends with mason

↳ user yeah there's pictures of them at the McLaren headquarters together

↳ user wow...this is such a random crossover

y/n.username posted a story

replies:

user omg did you meet any of the players???

user girl i thought you were a villa supporter. what is this betrayal??!!?

↳ y/n.username don't worry i'm here for business purposes only

user does there happen to be a good luck charm on the field??

₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] barcelona gp 23 ♡⊹˚₊

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masonmount always good luck in barcelona

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redbullracing so glad to have ya this weekend 👏

↳ user mason's biggest flaw is being a red bull fan

user are we not gonna talk about y/n liking this post

↳ user relax she's allowed to like other people's posts

↳ user ikik but mason also used good luck in his caption, and lando did say she had a good luck charm in the paddock last year in monaco

↳ user they could just be friends you know

↳ user he's also friends with lando who is starting front row tomorrow so it could be about that

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y/n.username i was forced to spend the whole flight next to this idiot. please barcelona be good to me.

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lando norris boo tomatoes...you literally wanted to fly together

↳ mason mount i mean she does have a point though

↳ y/n.username thank you 🙏 finally someone with common sense

user guys we got our first mason x y/n interaction...i'm calling it they're dating

↳ user ngl they would be cute together

↳ user them being lando's collective biggest hater is so silly

↳ user couples who hate together, stay together

user why do y'all ship y/n with everyone she talks too, i've had enough

↳ user i know, at this point people think she's dating half of the grid

↳ user it's gets so annoying I don't know how she handles it

f1 drama just posted

Aston Martin driver y/n y/l/n seen with a mystery man after 2023 Barcelona gp. They were seen entering and leaving a driver's after party together following race day. Who do you think this mystery man could be? Could it be a fellow driver or possibly her alleged good luck charm?

comments

user i'm telling y'all it's charles

↳ user nah nah nah it's definitely mick

↳ user you're all delusional

user i feel like he's not a driver, maybe a footballer?

user @f1drama you guys need to stop posting shit like this and let her date in peace. this is her private life.

↳ user fr respect her privacy

₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] 2023 summer break ♡⊹˚₊

mickshumacher posted a story

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y/n.username a well deserved break 💐

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sebastianvettel I hope you're having a nice summer holiday

↳ y/n.username awww i am, come back please, we miss you

↳ sebastianvettel we?

↳ y/n.username i*

↳ user seb really exposed her on main

landonorris nice flowers

↳ user what do you know that we don't ??

↳ user no because who the fuck is that... we MUST know

user y/n casually soft launching a relationship this really is silly season

user queen please tell us who that is and if he can fight

user I'd buy her an even bigger bouquet if she'd just give me a chance

lando.jpg posted a story

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y/n.username my good luck charm 🌟 (@landonorris you better watch you're back)

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landonorris everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days 🤷‍♂️

↳ landonorris I should not have to witness you two being gross and clingy by myself

↳user NOT THE HANNAH MONTANA LYRICS

↳user honestly landos story was a public service act

masonmount love you my flower 🤍💐

↳ masonmount but let's be real you don't need me as a good luck charm

↳ user stop he's cute and supportive and calls her flower. I need to lie down

↳ user is it a reference to the summer break post?

sebastianvettel congratulations you two from the whole family !!!

↳ y/n.username thank you 🤍

↳ user omg seb is such a dad

↳ user stop they're interactions are always so wholesome

charles_leclerc so this means no more googly eyes at each other across the paddock right?

↳ danielricciardo I don't think that's gonna happen mate

↳ user so basically everyone on the grid knew

↳ user the way they're all complaining about how in love y/n and mason are...my heart is hurting

masonmount

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masonmount my girlfriend is in fact hotter than you

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y/n.username please delete immediately

↳ y/n.unsername I have never worn a man utd shirt. this is defamation. villa for life.

↳ masonmount you're too cute

↳ y/n.username hehe love you 💕

benchilwell so happy for you (please stop making out in front of me it's traumatising)

user can they let us live pls I can't handle all of these cute ass posts

↳ user some of us are too single for this

↳ user I need to go lie down on a highway

[lyramundana]

SCENTED

@skzms based on the story I have in mind + that Rebel Virus I dreamed about

Something was off with these people.

Vivi was of the belief that 50% of the image idols showed on tv was either an exageration of reality or completely fake. And after sharing space with them for months and seeing them from a personal perspective, it was confirmed. Well, it should be obvious even without seeing them in person, that none of them were totally transparent with the public. None.

It was only when the cameras were turned off that they were allowed to be themselves. To speak to whoever they wanted to, to drink, to party like normal people. Only when they were hidden from the public eyes. Always in secret, always keeping the flawless persona that people expected, demanded from them. The minimal break in their masks could mean disaster for their entire careers. Vivi understood it, she found it stupid, but who was she to fight a cultured followed by a whole country?

So not even she could supress her utter shock and confusion when, out of nowhere, the same idols she knew for being little perfect angels started to do shit out of the non-written script. At first it wasn't that obvious, just some mishaps that everyone interpreted as mistakes. Getting caught partying on a night club with friends, openly flirting with fans beyond what was socially accepted by their parasocial partners, dressing in certain ways, etc. Vivi didn't think much about it, just felt they were being sloppy out of exhaustion.

But then it grew, and more idols began to follow that line. There were scandals, big ones. Secret parties without the staff's permission, being drunk in public, photos of them going into love hotels with different people, uploading songs with explicit lyrics that couldn't be excused and openly talking about inapropiate topics. The companies couldn't control them, the fans' attempts of sabotage were useless. In fact, it all seemed to just motivate them. Pushing them to do worse.

And this is how she ended up right here, in the patio of an expensive night club, with loud pop music blasting from the huge speakers, neon-lights sparkling in her eyes and breathing the cold air of Seoul. They wanted to celebrate the sucess of the show and reward everyone's hard work in it, so Vivi and her crew were obviously invited to the party. She was currently sitting on a wide, comfortable sofa, all by herself, watching the people get shit-faced and scream lyrics with all their passion with a glass on her hand. She had been with them minutes ago, dancing and singing the lyrics she knew with her friends, until her feet screamed for relief and her throat for some hydration. It only took her a sip to recover her energy, so she should have gona back to the group already. Vivi wasn't Vivi if she wasn't in the centre of a dancefloor, getting lost in the music and filling her throat with delicious alcohol until the couldn't remember her own name. But there she was, sitting alone pathetically in a corner long after her supposed five minutes break. Why? She didn't even feel tired yet. Why didn't she just move and joined the fun?

"Because of them", her annoying sub-conscious suplied.

Oh right. Them.

She turned her head to the club's second floor, a huge balcony that was the VIP zone. All idols were reunited there and having their own fun inside the local. The staff in charge of organizing the party rented the whole stablishment only for their celebrities, giving them an entire separate space from the regular people. Vivi would've though it was a snobby gesture, but considering the recent scandalous behaviour the idols displayed, it was probable that the staff just wanted to ensure they didn't pull anything with citizens.

The only connection the VIP zone had with the outdoor party was that balcony, the same one where Vivi saw certain couple hanging out when she was about to return. They were lost in their converstation, but throwing casual glances to the dancefloor to where she was headed, and Vivi's body turned back by instinct. Last thing she wanted was having eye contact with them and have her night ruined by the awkwardness.

Things hadn't been the same since that stupid game of truth or dare, and she spent this last week avoiding them like the plague. Keeping the texts short, hiding when they were walking down the same hallway and doing all kind of things to not face them. Was incredibly childish from her part? Absolutely, and she wasn't proud of it. She was never the type to run away from her problems, always choosing to handle them quickly before they grew into much bigger burdens.

But was this even a problem? She didn't know anymore. And how could she handle something she didn't know? Things with them were so weird, like nothing she ever felt before. They always managed to keep her on her toes.

She liked it as much as she dreaded it. Because with them, she felt like losing control. She felt like being vulnerable. And that just couldn't be.

She took another sip from her glass, hoping it'll help her body feel warmer. Another thing she didn't like about this country: The weather. She was a southern spanish girl with australian roots. Cold was practically a foreign concept to her.

Well, maybe it didn't help she was wearing a short dress with her shoulders exposed but c'mon, it was a party. She wasn't going to dress up all covered like a nun. Sometimes, being gorgeous meant suffering a bit.

-I can't believe it. You're sitting here alone instead of having fun? The world is ending.

Her mental monologue was cut short with the voice. She turned to see non other than Jake standing there, hands in his pockets and looking down at her with a grin.

- I'm just taking a break before my feet kill me and then I'll go back. Dancing with heels isn't as smooth as it looks, you know?

-Really? You make it seem so easy when you're on stage..

-Yeah, that's kinda the point of it. I have to be graceful and elegant when I'm up there. The public doesn't need to know I don't have any blood circulation down here when I finish.

He let out a breathy chuckle, looking away. Vivi felt this converstation isn't going anywhere, but she can't help the little tick in her heart when she saw him aproaching her with that friendly demeanor, with that small grin that hasn't changed one bit. Hell, coming to Seoul has given her more headaches that she signed up for..

-What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the VIP zone, with the royalty?

-Jay needed help in the bathroom - he replied shrugging his shoulders.

-Seriously? What kind of help? Another set of hands for..? -she grinned mischeviously.

-Grabbing his hair while he emptied his stomach, you twisted-fuck. - he made a disgusted face and she laughs. - Now really, what are you doing here? It's unnatural of you to not being out there raising chaos.

-I told you, I'm taking a break. Nothing weird, I swear.

He looked at her with a pensive gaze. He didn't believe her, but he wasn't going to pry more. She mentally thanked him.

Suddenly, a wheeze of air hit them and Vivi's body trembled unconsciously. She hugged herself in an attempt to ease the coldness. The boy noticed.

-Here. - he took off his jacket and threw it at her exposed legs. It wasn't very big, but it covered her enough to feel better. She jumped a little in surprise and glanced at the cloth, then at him. -It's warmer inside, so I don't need it. We don't want the star to freeze herself before the finals. - he winked at her, and she didn't even try to supress her smile. -Of course not. I'm not going anywhere without that trophy.

-I know you're not. - he turned away, walking towards the club. -Don't do anything stupid, Vivi. I can only take care of one baby tonight.

-Don't worry, I'll be a good girl -he scoffed loudly. - By the way, Jake, -he stopped, not looking at her- Thank you for coming.

He blinked, and goes back without answering, but she knows better. She smiled to herself and laid back on the sofa, closing her eyes and relaxing, her glass already empty She loved the party life more than anyone, but sometimes it feelt great to just sit down and don't move. She accomodated the jacket to cover more skin. She wasn't looking at it but she knew just by the texture that it costed more than her current apartment.

She crossed her arms, letting the relaxing sound of her friends' happy screams and singing fill her senses. They barely got time to relax since the show started. Maybe this gave them the final push to do their best next week.

Vivi couldn't calculate how much time passed since Jake left, but just as her mind was slipping a little into dreamland, she felt the bland surface of the sofa sinking at her right. She didn't bother to check who it was. The smell of expensive masculine cologne struck her nose.

-Have you forgotten something, Jackie?

-This dress looks good on you.

She stood up so fast that her head pounded at the sudden movement and she almost fell face down on the ground, her eyes wide like those of an owl's.

A firm hand placed against her cleavage avoided the catastrophe.

-Woah, easy there, baby. Did we scare you? - he let out a deep chuckle.

-Well, it seems she was expecting someone else.

She stared at them perplexed, feeling her heart working faster than usual. The couple she had been avoiding since the start of the week and the reason she was sitting here in the first place was right-the fuck-there.

Lee Minho and Han Jisung.

Of course they looked straight out of a fashion photoshoot, even with Jisung's messy hair and his tie undone, and Minho with his smugged make-up and his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the valley of his chest. Knowing them, there were plenty of things they could've been doing to end up looking like that..

"Stop right the fuck there, horny idiot. We don't want to see where this thought leads. Now it's not the time".

-Hey guys. Shit, I thought..., I didn't hear you coming. - she composed herself quickly, accidentally shaking Jake's jacket off a bit.

Minho glanced at it while Jisung just looked at her. The first was standing on his feet in front of them while the younger was sitting right next to her, with an arm around the backrest.

-Sorry, you just looked so cute like that, all peaceful and relaxed. We didn't want to disturb you. - Jisung let out a chuckle that didn't meet his eyes and smoothly moved closer to her. She felt his fingers reaching out from the backrest and brushed strands of her hair. His eyes shifted to her red locks as he twiddled them mindlessly. -What are you doing here all alone?

Is it so weird seeing someone sitting down and resting?

-I'm a bit tired, but I was about to go back to the party. -she shook her head softly in an attempt to stop the notion of his fingers, but he only grabbed more strands and continued, eyes finally turning to her. -What are you two doing here? You shouldn't be seen with me. People here get wrong ideas very quickly.

-Just wanted to check on you, that's all. - Minho answered this time, staring down at her. -We saw from the balcony and thought to come down and talk a bit.

The balcony? What the fuck? She specifically tried to choose a spot where it would practically impossible for them to see her. They shouldn't have been able to, unless..

Unless they were actively searching for her.

She gulped, feeling nervous all of sudden.

-It's fine, really, I don't need anyone checking on me. Even I need to take breaks from time to time. These week has been crazy. -she felt the jacket slowly falling off her legs and quickly grabbed it, fixing it back to its original position.

She flattened it a bit with her hands, careful of winkles. When she raised her head, she found both boys glaring at the cloth. Uh? Weird.

-I never seen this one before. Is it new? -Jisung asked, eyes fixed there.

Had she been sober, she would've noticed his voice sounded lower than before.

-Oh, this? -she pointed at it. - Nah, it's from Jake. He passed by earlier.

-We know. - Minho interrupted her rather rudely. He and Jisung exchanged a tense look. - But how come do you have his jacket over you?

They sounded deadly serious, almost threatening. However, her fuzzy brain didn't catch on any of it.

-Well, we were chatting and I got cold, so he lend me his jacket right here and then left. It looks cool, doesn't it?. - she wrapped it around herself, smiling.

But they weren't smiling. Quite the opposite, actually. If looks could burn, the jacket would have been reduced to ashes at that moment.

-Take it off -the older boy said.

His tone was so outright demanding not even her half-drunken brain could let it pass this time. It sounded like when he was in his choreographer mode, all dominant and firm.

Vivi was confused, both by the orders and the tone he used. What the fuck was wrong with him?

-What? - she gave him the chance to explain himself. Maybe she understood wrong, maybe she missed some words.

-Take that thing off. Now. -he let out an angry scowl, and Vivi just felt more confused and even annoyed. Just what was going on? Why was he reacting like this?

"You have an idea, but you don't want to think about it", once again, her subconscious intervened when she least needed it.

She looked at Jisung for answers, but the boy had a similar expression as his boyfriend, equally dark.

Tehn, another wheeze came and she hugged herself to shield her body from the sudden coldness. Minho's face softened and Jisung wrapped his arm around her shoulders to pull her against him, sighing.

-Poor baby, you're freezing- he caged her with this arms, and she hated to admit the gesture worked better than the jacket. He looked at her and pulled her bangs off her face, fingers brushing her blushing cheek. His free hand went to secure her waist. - We can't have our baby getting sick, right?

God, she tried to remain strong, she really did, but she couldn't control the funny feeling in her legs whenever Jisung used that honey-laced voice. Everytime she heard it, she felt like melting into a puddle.

Minho sat on her other side, getting worringly close too.

-But darling, if you're that cold, you don't need this -he grabbed the jacket in a tight grip, forming a fist, and took it off her lap on a smooth movement. -You have us.

-What do you..?

She cut herself off as she felt something big and warm falling slowly onto her legs. She turned to see Minho placing it gently, making sure it covered as much skin as possible. Then Jisung releashed her only to take off his own jacket and wrapped it around her naked shoulders, which also needed some warmness. The both smiled lovingly at the sight and caged her body between them. Minho had his face nestled in her neck, drawing circles in her tighs, while Jisung kissed her forehead as he grabbed her again by the waist.

-Let's stay like this for a moment, okay kitten? - Minho mumbled, his hot breath directly against her skin, and she shivered. He pressed his nose on her pulse point, humming. -Mm, you already got some of Sungie's smell on you. I love it.

The mentioned was scratching her nape softly, in slow motions. His lips on her temple as he replied. -Much better then.

Vivi was going through the existencial crisis of her life. She wanted to vomit, scream, giggle, sprint running and faint all at once. She was sure her face matched her hair right now. Her body, that been struggling with the cold minutes earlier, felt suddenly warm enough to fry eggs in it, and she knew it had nothing to do with the two jackets covering her.

"They're always making you feel warm"

Her emotional turmoil was interrupted by the loud ringing of a phone. Jisung groaned and let her go, pulling out his phone and looking at the screen, clicking his tongue. He said something to Minho in korean and the older looked very annoyed, but let her go too. Both of them stood up slowly, fixing their clothes and looking at her.

-We're leaving, they're asking for us. -Minho explained, pulling his bangs back.

Vivi just stared at them with big doe eyes, still processing what the fuck just happened. She grasped the hem of Jisung's jacket hugging her. It felt comfy and smelled just like his cologne. It made her feel funny for some reason.

"You know the reas-" " Shut the fuck up already"

-Okay. - that was the only answer her brain could muster. She blamed it on the alcohol mixed with her tiredness, totally. She turned her head and her eyes fell on Jake's jacket, which had somehow ended on the grass. She reached out to get it..

But Jisung was faster. He went for it so fast that it almost looked like he didn't want her to touch it.

-We'll return it to him, don't worry. -he said with a tight smile. -You can keep ours. They suit you.

Minho nodded, tilting his head at with a cheshire-like smile.

-You look just like you're supposed to.

Vivi blinked in confusion. What did that even mean? Was his english failing him again? That didn't make sense.

They shifted on their feet, glancing at the local and at her, seemingly unsure of what to do next. Eventually, they turned to walk back inside, but Jisung winked at her before going.

Vivi watched then until they dissapeared from her sight. She blinked once, then twice, then thrice. And her mind came to the final, solid conclusion:

What in the seven circles of hell just happened here?

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Meanwhile in the club..

-Dude, please, don't let me do that again. I think I'm dying. -Jay moaned, head dropped against Jake's shoulder.

-You can't die. Cockroaches can last a nuclear bomb. You'll live. -Jake patted him in the head like he'll do with a child.

-Are you calling me a cockroach?

-That'll be insulting for the poor creatures.

Jay huffed, but was too weak to insult him back, resorting to just getting away from him. Jake chuckled at his act and enjoyed the tranquility.

-Hey, Shim -someone called him by his surname -You dropped this.

He had something hit his shoulder softly. It didn't hurt, but the strenght behind the impact surprised him. He took it and realized in shock it was his leather jacket, crumpled into a deformed ball.

It was the one he lend to Vivi earlier. What the..?

He turned around to meet non-other than Han Jisung, from his senior group Stray Kids, looking down at him with a sneer. In the duration of his career, he spoke a total of three times with the guy, and it was only in awards shows to greet each other.

So where the fuck was this sudden agressivity coming from? And what was he doing with his jacket? Did Vivi tell them something weird..?

-Next time I see her wearing it, I'll throw it in the trash. -the older boy gritted his teeth, his tone sending a dangerous warning.

Jake saw the other one, Lee Know, behind the boy. Obviously, because these two always came in a package. His eyes were even more intimidating.

-I just gave it to her because she was cold, mate. That's al-

-Hyung -Minho interrupted with a growl. - Call us anything other than that and I'll personally punch your teeth out, brat.

There's a tense silence between them. Even his members had dropped the converstation and shift nervously at the scene.

Jake glares at the men. He's been suspecting it for a while, but it sounded too absurd in his head. Now this just confirms it all.

-She doesn't deserve what you assholes are doing to her. Stop stringing her along with nonsense and let her do whatever she wants. -he replied with a huff.

Jisung breathed a sarcastic chuckle and walked towards him.

-Now listen here, you son of a b-

-Minho, Han, everything okay?

They all turned to the voice. Christopher Bang was standing there, arms crossed and staring down at his members, hitting his foot against the ground.

Minho clenched his hands into fists, but said nothing, his lips sealed in a tight line. Jisung was breathing heavily, looking like he was about to burst a vein, teeth gritting. None of them answered to their leader, who looked progressively annoyed.

-It was nothing, Chris -Jake intervened, bowing. - We were just discussing something. Nothing else happened.

-Thank you for the input, Jake, but I was asking them. -he pointed his head at the boys, but Jake relented.

-Trust me, they did nothing. They just returned me my jacket, and in return, I was giving them a good advice that I think they should really follow. - both men glared at him again, but he ignored it, going back with his own group, jacket under his arm.

"Jesus, Vivi. What the hell did you get yourself into?"

Extra:

Vivi's friends, watching her come back with two brand jackets that are obviously not hers: What do you have in there?

Vivi, refusing to acknowledge it: A smoothie.

Taglist: @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @queenmea604 @sweetracha

[keehomania]

Y'all need to let the "confederate flag jacket" go, the world doesn't revolve around the US, and most people have no idea what a "confederate flag" is. Zico got the jacket from his stylist, that's it. You're spreading a lot of misinformation in general, but I know you don't actually care about the truth.

HO IS U FALALALA? i missed the part where zico's a twelve year-old that doesn't know the symbolism of a confederate flag. it symbolizes the glorification of the civil war and celebrates the lost cause, racism, slavery, segregation, white supremacy, historical negationism, but you don't actually care about the truth, so you keep your little rose-tinted glasses on and idolize these men that don't give two shits about you! moving on, here are my sources since you wanna get smart lol. i'm 18, live in a third world slavic country and know what a fucking confederate flag is? zico a grown ass man but okay babe wash his ass for him while ur at it

https://www.dailymotion.com/cdn/manifest/video/x3pldfe.m3u8?auth=1541830436-2562-22umcls3-34581dfc96d702b6279fdf0f73637a58

(says one of his talents is "talking like a black person," around 7:00)

the second photo is from a song zico featured on with a bunch of other problematic people!!

he has such a way with words! very demure!

moving on!!

— Zico then turned to Jung Joon Young to ask, "You don't have it anymore, right?" and Jung Joon Young refuted, "I still have it. (Zico) comes to my house and suddenly asks, 'Hyung, where is that golden phone?' He then takes the phone and lays on my bed looking through that phone as if it's his." —

get off my dick lol it's hoes like you that so shamelessly and openly defend these men, knowing damn well they ain't shit. have some nerve saying i'm fabricating ts like it's not a google search away ho is u coo? bending over backwards and pulling a bunch of shit out of ya ass like it's gonna make him pick you wah wah wah get a job instead of defending incels that have choppy flows and whitewashed music.

[drsteggy]

Can I get some DVD commentary on Uneasy Lies the Chosen of Farore? I know you have been in the process of rewriting the core fic and there are so many parts of it I love, so if you're able to talk about the rewriting aspect, that's a bonus!

I don't really have a specific section, more of a general point for discussion. Maybe less DVD commentary and more Farore interview exclusive!

One of the things I suspected on my first read through was that Twilight Princess really played a big part in furnishing the world. I went in to your fic having only played OOT and BOTW and there were some commonalities (though I think with OOT it might have been more of a general LOZ vibe because I'm not sure if you had played it at that point). Now that I've played TP and think back to Farore, I really feel its influence in the 'dungeon' design and some of the geography.

What parts do you think the games played in terms of influencing your worldbuilding on Farore?

Thanks so much for the ask, my god I love going on about this fic so much.

The rewrite has mostly been trying to bring it up to the level of how I write now vs how I did then. I lean into perfectionism (though I swear I’m much better than I was) and I will tweak things endlessly. There were a few things I felt were a little rough and never got smoothed the way I liked. The entire back half of the fic got pretty much written and published as I went week to week because I hit a spot where I just had to finish it- I knew how it would end, and I wanted to make sure it hit its marks. I wasn’t comfortable without having the safety net I had at the start, but the people who offered to beta at the start slowly shifted priorities and drifted…and man, if I could not keep a beta readers attention, how well I was doing here?

I mean, part of the fic is about imposter syndrome and learning who you are and all that and. Yeah. I half joke that Link is a self insert. I’m not the train wreck he is at the start of the fic by miles- but there are places where he is very much some hard projection. But by the second half of the fic he was getting his shit together, so I figured maybe I should try and follow that example.

So when I was first trying to deal with my Zelda brain rot, which was mostly Breath of the Wild brain rot, I ended up in a community of people who were very much Gamers who liked Zelda games. When I started Farore in its original six chapter form, I’d only played BOTW and the geography/map is 100% the BOTW map. The Zora’s Domain is differently laid out, but I think that’s it. I can show you where I decided specific things were otherwise.

What I learned from this was people who identify as gamers first don’t really gel well with people who identify as Zelda fans first. Like these guys liked to shit all over BOTW Zelda (a 16 year old girl in the game) and go on about how a non male hero should never be a thing and turned me into a defender of the princess (who I’d only experienced as her yelling at me to that point, and I wasn’t really a fan) Eventually I left because they decided to make fun of cosplay photos I shared.

But these guys were obsessed with Twilight Princess. Obsessed!!! In particular, they talked about the Arbiters Grounds constantly. They claimed, more than once, that it was the best dungeon in the series!! And this influenced me as I continued the fic.

I’m a Switch girl, though my Nintendo introduction involved a Wii in 2009- I was recently married and unable to work as I was trying to deal with state level bullshit about a professional license that ultimately kept me sidelined for 3 months. I was going stir crazy and spouse decided I should learn to play MarioKart. I still had this Wii and started to track down older games to play them.

I scored a copy of TP and had already decided the Arbiters Grounds was going to be the desert dungeon in the fic, but I wanted to play through it first. As it turned out, playing TP with a Wiimote was a bad combination for me and I kept slopping into lava before I even properly entered the Goron temple. I ended up watching someone do a let’s play of that dungeon before I wrote it.

Much, much later I learned my Wii could play GameCube games and I did eventually play TP via a GC disk. I remember getting a chill when I finally rocked up on the Arbiters Grounds, and I do not feel that I made that dungeon as scary as maybe I could have- I don’t think I changed a lot in the rewrite because there’s a lot in that chapter that I really love and thought came out well.

I had also played part of Skyward Sword as I was writing (and I feel that after BOTW, this game has the most influence on the fic, particularly over the Link/Zelda relationship) and I knew spiders were sort of a thing in Zelda games and that’s why I made the first dungeon boss sort of a spider (it only has six legs, so it isn’t a spider) I was unaware that there was a classic dungeon boss that had a spider form, so when people were going on about Lady Ghoma in my comments I was very what about that. I was super shocked when I hit that dungeon in TP lol.

I will say TP has some of my favorite dungeons and the most fun bosses. I kind of wish that I knew about Snowpeak Mansion and the City in the Sky as I was writing, but I think my Link would have had a mental breakdown at the very thought of that much hookshot. He probably would have been into making soup, though.

I tried to Easter egg as many games as I could as I wrote- except I decided this was before BOTW- so that game is not mentioned at all aside from the map. I think I did a pretty good job of it, considering I hadn’t played (and had not completed any) many as I was going. I definitely hit Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask, Twilight Princess, Skyward Sword, Links Awakening, Wind Waker and the manga from Hyrule Historia. One comment I got on the fic - one that really touched me, too - referenced the Picori and the reader assured my Link that he wasn’t really alone. And like, I literally teared up reading that, because it was something my Link needed to hear but he also probably wasn’t open to hearing it at that moment. And I had no idea what Picori were…and now I’m sort of sad I didn’t think to go back and try and weave them in, but maybe I’ll do so as the edit goes on.

[onlyhereforangst]

Who fucked the fandom I'm confused? The person who wrote the article?

oh absolutely not, from what i can tell @shelbbswrites is a lovely person & writes about some of my favorite ships & i'd like her to keep writing so i can spiral about jiara in the near future.

as for who fucked the fandom, well. girl. the blog whose gif was linked, @/opponentsheir, is the one who knowingly, willfully fucked the fandom last summer.

it was circa mid-late May 2022 and here was the jiara tumblr fandom, struggling to get through the drought by the scraps of bts we'd scrounge up from filming. blurry ass photos that make you concerned for a tourist's ability to hold their water as they drink, random selfies that tell you next to nothing, and then the occasional "omg this is BIG how does this make sense how does it fit in but omg it's BIG" crumb.

times were rough, bts were tight, and the unsuspecting jiara tumblr fandom was hungry. unbeknownst to us in comes OH who decides. let's have some "fun" let's liven up the jiara fandom because it's clearly dead (false) and idk im bored besties let's play a hehe silly joke! at first, a few handpicked jiara blogs get random anonymous post submissions and each blog has like 2-3 different posts that are all supposed bts leaks. it's never-before-seen photos of what we can only presume are s3 bts. almost all of these blogs were in a jiara discord server together so the photos weren't shared because wtf who is trusting us with these clear leaks we don't want them to stop though. so we sit on these, we get excited, we spiral, all that fandom stuff that we had already. been. doing. but yeah here's a few more bts crumbs to have fun with. then a few weeks later when, to OH's surprise, the fandom hasn't reacted like she wanted, freaked out over her "leaks," hasn't posted them on every platform ever to give her the attention she feels she deserves, she decides oooh let's send more! this isn't sociopathic at all!! and then bam there's a second round of anonymous post submissions followed up by an anon ask sent to one of the blogs saying "you can post them, this is the last you'll get because i've reached my max photoshopping ability do not contact again" (also pardon but how tf are we supposed to contact you if you're anonymous).

ANYWAYS the leaks: we're talking blurry, random characters - sarah, pope, rose, jj and pope, kie, a random dude by a fire, and then jj having his beat-up face held by hands that look just like kie's hands.

and sure enough, we spiral! an actual face hold??? on our screens??? fuck yeah! cannot wait for s3!!! jokes on us we're getting so much more but yeah!!! we're theorizing we're writing whole ass fics we're speculating we've got a discord emoji we've got everything. a few hours later the leaks make it to jiara twt and THEY go wild too. i mean who tf wouldn't? you're starving for content and some mysterious source decides to drop you leaks. like yeah hindsight is 20:20 and who was going to potentially violate an NDA for this, but still.

fastforward several months and now OH is back because i guess she got desperate for attention again and feeling "important" or whatever. she goes on anon and says hey btw those leaks were fake ha ha isn't that funny, here's the photos i used linked here and here and omg isn't this just hilarious bestie such a good time man i love the jiara fandom being active again because god i was so BORED and man i just wanted more fics and edits and omg look it worked i mean i've done it before and i'd do it again (or some shit like that idk i dont have the wherewithal to go look it up and get it 100% correct but yeah, she admitted to doing it for funsies)

rightfully so, the fandom is fucking pissed. it isn't *fun* to get manipulated, it isn't *fun* to get manipulated into making new content???? that we don't get fucking paid to make???????? fuck you?????? you don't manipulate an entire group of people for SHITS AND GIGGLES that's literally sociopathic shit babe, go get help please. so yeah she fucked the entire fandom over Summer 2022 and did it because "i'm bored i want content" like fuck all the way off.

oh and side note: another anonymous poster tried to say oh i know who it is, but also i'm not going to tell you because you guys are clearly mad at her and i don't want you to take it out on her, i know her and it's ok she's ok. like i'm sorry. the fuck? don't insert yourself into this stupid sociopath's deranged manipulative plan. because guess what bitch, we've got detectives in this fandom and while OH never came off anon like the coward she is, the fandom was able to put it together & not only determine her tumblr but also her twt so when she tried a fucking round three several months later with "oh i found these on reddit but the post disappeared hehe" we all saw through that shit a mile away.

in a nutshell, @/opponentsheir fucked the fandom over with her manipulative bullshit & does not deserve a fucking drop of attention from anyone in this fandom.

[dolleminas]

Hey

I'm a follower of yours but would rather remain anonymous because this is an extremely sensitive topic

I am in a relationship I am starting to think might be unsafe, but I constantly doubt myself and don't know if I'm blowing things out of proportion in my head.

I think I just need a clear cut answer from someone else about if the following things are as big of red flags as my gut says they are, and if so I really need advice on how to navigate leaving (we rent together and share finances)

- met a guy when we were teens in highschool, he was sweet, dorky, self identified as a feminist, was a good friend to me for a year or so and then asked me out. He was a really loving and gentle partner, I met his family, he really spoiled me romantically and we always had fun together. We dated consistently for a year and a half, and then started dating on and off "because we were busy"

- when we were dating on and off, (not officially exclusive at the time this incident happened, but I assumed we were because he called me his girlfriend and said he loved me) he had sex with a male friend of his multiple times and consistently sexted with him without my knowledge

- he sent this male friend nudes of mine as part of their sexting twice that I know of, and potentially more than twice, and in one situation nudes I know he asked me for the nude photos specifically for that purpose (when I read the texts between he and this guy a year or so later, the guy asked for pictures of certain body parts and me posed in a unique way, and I remembered my boyfriend requesting once that I send him nudes with those specifications, and thinking it was weird at the time because he had never asked for something that specific, or of that area of the body before)

- not too long after he broke that relationship off, but still 6+ months before I knew about it, he started hooking up with a girl and told her that he was essentially just using me for sex, but that I knew that he was seeing other people and was ok with it because I only wanted a sexual relationship too (I didn't know, and wouldn't have been having a sexual relationship if I knew those terms)

- when shit hit the fan and I found out about those messages because we shared social media passwords, I called him and told him my suspicions. He was extremely angry, extremely manipulative, and I tried to guilt trip me for having even signed into his social media (something we both agreed to doing), and said the pictures that were sent were just images from online (I couldn't technically see the photos because Instagram photo messages disappear after being viewed, but the descriptions and conversation very directly hinted and said that it was me- the conversation included very unique details of my body and personality that I know would not be easy to find online just scrolling, and things you wouldn't know about a random onlyfans girl or stranger)

- He later ended up calling and confessing, giving multiple excuses, telling sob stories about being overcome with guilt but never feeling like it was the right time to tell me, and then telling me he understood if I left, he understood if I turned him in, he felt like he deserved to be punished

- I left him but tried to keep our friendship on positive terms to hopefully get him to confess in writing, while talking to two friends of mine and getting advice on wether or not I could report him for what he did, but also because I still had feelings for him and was for some reason giving him the benefit of the doubt

- One friend ended up breaking my trust and confronting him about my plans to report, (not because she didn't want me to, but because she was angry at him and trying to defend me)

- He ended up completely blocking me out for a few weeks

- I was devastated and felt exposed and everything that was happening was triggering my PTSD. I felt like I was relieving my previous sexual traumas.

- for some reason, call it love or teenage stupidity, I ended up talking to him again when he decided to stop being angry at me. Then a few months later decided to start dating him again. Looking back I really don't know why. In my mind, this incident had been a blip in what was otherwise a fantastic and steady relationship, and this didn't fit with my perception of him as a kind, funny, caring person- so instead of recognizing that he wasn't, I opted to essentially pretend it never happened.

- things ramped up quickly, we moved in after another year together, started sharing finances, he helped me through a medical scare, and held me through recovery when I was assaulted by a dad I was nannying for. He did the majority of the housework and work work, I mostly just focused on odd jobs and college. I put things behind me but always set clear boundaries. No porn use. No bdsm language in the bedroom. No cheating. No repeat incidents like that. I wouldn't send him full nudes or anything with my face or tattoos in it, and he couldn't screenshot even if I did. He would respect my sexual boundaries and never push for more than I was initiating.

- We decided to have kids. Please no judgement here. I know now that that was a stupid and immature call. With my health issues I was scared I would lose my ovaries eventually, possibly even uterus, and my emotions about desperately wanting to be a mother got the better of me

- while I was pregnant with our first the boundaries started to slip. Jokes about bdsm language. More unbalanced dynamics during sex, and more expectation that I was ok with being submissive. Constant "joking" nagging about how infrequent/vanilla the sex was. Then eventually pressure to try new positions, new scenarios, to try oral sex again in spite of my sexual trauma with it, to try anal sex. All of which eventually happened. Then the bdsm speak in the bedroom took off, and gone was the gentle loving sex with eye contact and mutual pleasure, he was pushing my head, and talking about me "letting him use my body for his pleasure", calling me submissive, generally using a weird tone and introducing a dynamic where if he asked something I was expected to just do it. I started consenting to sex even when I didn't want to because his moods were worse on the days when we didn't, and I didn't want to hear about how boring and prude I was.

- Baby arrived. Our romantic relationship seemed completely back to normal. My sex drive was back and sex was good when I was the one initiating it, and I felt like I had more say again. We were generally happy for months. He is a great dad, he cooks and cleans more than I do, he's more patient than me, he gets down and plays with our kids when I don't or can't, and always seems to have more energy than me.

- got pregnant again, normalcy started to fade and once again felt like I lost control sexually

-had second baby- family life going great, again, things romantically were doing well, but the sex was still very unbalanced and uncomfortable, and now was expected to almost exclusively be anal or deep throating, with a lot of ass smacking and condescending language. He started using new words constantly, always wanting to try new things, and started referencing porn in jokes really often.

- I got suspicious he was watching it and asked flat out. He said no but seemed off. Asked again and he admitted he was, but said he didn't think I would care or have a problem with it, because he only watched it alone and it never impacted our sex life- rather filled a void when we weren't haven't sex. He insisted only the most vanilla content, and for some reason fixated on insisting that it was milf content and only of women with my body type. That he was using ethical sites and it was all people who were consenting and happy to be in that business. He also offhandedly said a lot of it was coming directly from people who were "self publishing" the content (never found out what that was a reference to since he insisted it wasn't onlyfans or a dating site, but I'm guessing either it was one of those and I just didn't find out, or that it was NSFW subreddits)

- I told him I was uncomfortable and wanted him to stop if he wanted a relationship with me. He said he already had and could go on that way, he just wanted me to be comfortable. I asked him to promise it wasn't anything I'd be uncomfortable with and I very specifically listed- potentially underage content, rape or rape play, sleep, beastiality, outright pedophilia, anything where the person was clearly drugged or drunk. He assured me he wasn't watching any of that.

- the next day he backtracked and was mad at me. He said he had a problem and an addiction, but that I was treating him "like a monster" and that it was unfair for me to ask because I should know he wasn't watching anything unsavory. He said he always wanted to tell me but was scared of being judged, and it never felt like the right time, and now I was confirming his fear of judgement for being sad/angry/uncomfortable.

- I decide since we have each other's phone pins and he's previously made it clear I can use his phone to do a brief check, keyword search terms I'd be uncomfortable with in his browser history. Immediately things come up in his recent history, but also going back as far as before I was pregnant with our first child. Constant porn use, rape porn, "barely legal", Sleep porn, anal rape, violent sex, sub/dom dynamics, deepthroat rape, crying, vomiting, almost all on Pornhub or from subreddits bragging about their "nonconsent" collections.

- I confronted him again. He lied multiple times. I told him I was suspicious, and asked if he'd be comfortable showing me his history. He said he would later, at home, and that he had no problem because he had nothing to hide. If I hadn't previously seen it, with how convincing he was being and the way he was shifting the tone, that would've completely disarmed me and I never would've looked. I told him I knew, and I was aware what content and the whole tone changed. Of course he's watching barely legal! He's in his early twenties, why would I expect him to watch "older ladies". The rape porn isn't "real rape" it's just CNC. The crying and vomiting during oral content are because he's insecure about his penis size and was using that for validation. The sleeping and drugged content is clearly staged, and also he was just testing it out and he didn't end up liking it (multiple searches over months of time, I call bullshit). I tell him that it's all wrong and disgusting. That it is a betrayal of my trust and the promises he made me. That the lying and gaslighting about it was a betrayal. That the content is extremely triggering for me because a lot of the videos were almost exactly things that had happened to me while I was sexually abused in the past, that he knew had impacted me deeply. That I was angry at him for even watching porn in the first place because I am so vocal about the issues in the industry. That I was disgusted that he had been bringing those ideas and that language and those positions into our actual sex life without my knowledge of their sources.

- He apologized over and over and over and over and again I eventually just decided to put it behind me. Told him I wouldn't have sex with him till he stopped watching porn, and I had recovered from the stress and trauma of that incident. He promised to go to sex addict meetings, to restart therapy, and to go to couples therapy.

- All that lasted about two weeks. Then we were back to having sex, and he never ended up doing the therapy or the meetings.

- I put it all out of mind and focused on the good in our relationship. We have fun. We parent together well. We laugh together, a lot. Dates are still nice. I'm just wary and exhausted. But I'm a stay at home mom. We have kids. We're low income already, and our finances are completely tied together. We never got married so assets wouldn't even necessarily be split fairly. I'm terrified of what a custody battle would look like because he has everything in his favor. He has an income and a degree. He has family living nearby who can babysit any time, and help with anything. He could easily move in with them for financial and childcare support. He's got a good reputation, no mental health issues, my family loves him. I'm a highschool graduate turned stay at home parent, and a college dropout. My family and I don't have a great relationship, and the sister I do get along with is four hours away and lives in a studio apartment. I have a history of psych hospitalization. I have PTSD. I delt with postpartum depression and anxiety after both pregnancies, and am on multiple meds and in weekly therapy. I have one friend. I have almost nobody who would vouch for my parenting skills, because his family would always side with him, and my only friend is a grad student who I see once a month at most. I am an impatient person, I am messy, I was out of commission for a few weeks after each baby was born and he and his mom took over childcare until I recovered physically and until I could get treatment for my postpartum anxiety. I am a good mom and I am with the kids almost all the time, and I am confident in my motherhood, but I know how I would look to anyone on the outside, especially since I know I can't prove what has happened between the two of us in the privacy of our bedroom, and the nudes incident was long enough ago that the statue of limitations has passed AND he could easily claim that either I must have been ok with it because I stayed for years after, or that he was just a dumb teen at the time.

I am just so at a loss for what to do. Things are so normal right now, and this relationship is my source of stability emotionally, as well as the source of my kids emotional and financial stability. I am happy now and everything seems to be improving, we get along better than we did when the kids were tiny, I just can't let go of the nagging feeling that something very wrong happened to me that I never got proper justice for. He apologizes constantly. He always asked for consent for everything. He soothes me when the emotions about it come up. I feel like I've genuinely forgiven him to an extent, I just don't know if that's because I should and this is something we can move past since it's been 7ish months since that incident and our relationship is really smooth, or if it's something I'm fucking up by forgiving. And if I am I have no idea how to get out, or if I would even want to make that sacrifice just to be away from the person who hurt me.

- w

Anyone who has recourses for a woman to leave her boyfriend and give her custody of her children, please REPLY to this post with resources or reblog! Tyvm.

TW: sick male behaviour (porn use, cheating, kink)

Hi, W. This is the second time I'm trying to answer you because my pc crapped out on me the first time and lost what I wrote (yes I could've screamed). Here is my second attempt.

I said previously that I understand wanting to remain anonymous, so no problem. And I also understand doubting yourself. We women are always expected to second-guess ourselves, we’re not believed, brushed off, etc, etc. Eventually we just end up gaslighting ourselves. As someone who always ignored her gut, I can confidently say—listen to yourself. Nine out of ten times my feelings were right. And I only suffered for ignoring it.

Our bodies know. When you think about this, you will know it to be true.

Having read a little bit of your post I can also confidently say; kill him. Or leave him. Previously I said I take less shit from men because I have no tolerance for them due to being gay, but genuinely… leave him. I assume things will get worse in your situation, but I’ve only read the cheating part at this point. And I say; kick his ass.

met a guy when we were teens in highschool, he was sweet, dorky, self identified as a feminist, was a good friend to me for a year or so and then asked me out.

This might be a bit of a controversial opinion, but I absolutely do not trust self-identified male feminists. When I hear a man say he’s a feminist I am immediately on my guard. You probably already know this since you’re a follower of mine, but this is a radical feminism blog, and we live in a patriarchy. Men benefit from that no matter their race, sexuality, financial status, health, and political views. And even if they disagree with most of it, there will still be subconscious things they do or think that will reflect their patriarchal views. For a man to be a true feminist ally, he will need to agree with taking a lot of power away from himself. And I don’t trust men to be alright with that.

Secondly, your romantic relationship might have developed from friendship naturally, which can happen, but I also do know a lot of men who pretend to want friendship from women, while in truth they just want sex or a romantic relationship. I don’t like that. I can’t put my finger on it exactly, but I find that sort of dishonesty a red flag.

when we were dating on and off, he had sex with a male friend of his multiple times and consistently sexted with him without my knowledge

he sent this male friend nudes of mine as part of their sexting twice that I know of

and in one situation nudes I know he asked me for the nude photos specifically for that purpose

I'm sorry, but at this stage I'm already at 'dump his ass' opinion. Cheating is wrong, as everyone with enough braincells can tell you, but sending your nudes??? That is a breach of privacy, that is a lack of respect... see, this is why I spit on male feminists. Because sending your nudes (and I apologise for coming across really blunt here) means he does not see you as a person who deserves any sort of privacy, bodily autonomy, or the right to say no. Not only that, but by sending YOUR nudes he clearly saw you as a belonging to flaunt around. And even a male feminist (if one wants to argue they exist) would abhor the mere idea of seeing a woman as an object. Girl... like, I am so sorry. He pimped you out. I'm horrified for you.

he started hooking up with a girl and told her that he was essentially just using me for sex

He was extremely angry, extremely manipulative, and I tried to guilt trip me for having even signed into his social media (something we both agreed to doing), and said the pictures that were sent were just images from online

So he cheated on you again. And then he had the audacity to lie about it? I feel the misandry in me rising to new heights right as I type this. There is this saying; when someone tells you who they are, believe them. What he said to that girl? The he used you for sex? Either he meant it, or he wanted to impress her. Men often want to to impress other men. And you know how they do that? By flaunting their wealth, their objects--aka, women. Aka, you. The anger and manipulation is just the icing on the cake.

He later ended up calling and confessing, giving multiple excuses, telling sob stories about being overcome with guilt but never feeling like it was the right time to tell me, and then telling me he understood if I left, he understood if I turned him in, he felt like he deserved to be punished

I'll be honest to you here, alright? Men are smart. I know many-a girl and woman who preaches to the choir so to speak, sending walls upon walls of texts explaining to a man or boy why they hurt her... but I'll tell you a secret.

They know.

I want everyone woman who reads this to understand this; THEY. KNOW. They know they hurt you. They know what they did was wrong. So you mentally exhausting yourself explaining it? Don't do it. Don't bother. They know.

Men are master manipulators. When anger doesn't work, they turn to sniveling. They prey on your sympathy.

he felt like he deserved to be punished

This right here? This is trying to get your sympathy, so you feel bad for him, so you comfort HIM. I can't tell you how often I see men do this, and it's all an act.

He ended up completely blocking me out for a few weeks

This right here tells me that what he said to you before, about deserving to be punished is bullshit, because if he truly felt that way he would have admitted it right then. He did it over voicecall because he knew you wouldn't have proof. He tried to manipulate you even then.

for some reason, call it love or teenage stupidity, I ended up talking to him again when he decided to stop being angry at me. Then a few months later decided to start dating him again. Looking back I really don't know why. In my mind, this incident had been a blip in what was otherwise a fantastic and steady relationship, and this didn't fit with my perception of him as a kind, funny, caring person- so instead of recognizing that he wasn't, I opted to essentially pretend it never happened.

I call this female socialisation if you don't mind. I have been in your place, many times. And I'm sure plenty of other women have too. This entire, kind funny caring etc. thing is in my opinion not true. We fabricate a reality--an alter, if you will. In truth, the man is nothing how you see him as. He portrays himself in a certain way, but it's all a lie. And I don't fault you for wanting to believe it.

things ramped up quickly, we moved in after another year together

See this here? Again, a year. After a year he asked you out. Another year, and you moved in together. Some people might call me suspicious, paranoid, or a tinfoil, but time and time again I see men settling down with a women so quick... and I am left to wonder why.

We decided to have kids. Please no judgement here. I know now that that was a stupid and immature call.

I have no judgment whatsoever for you, W. Wanting children is not stupid or immature and anyone who thinks so can fuck right off, pardon my french. I have the most respect for mothers.

while I was pregnant with our first the boundaries started to slip.

I started consenting to sex even when I didn't want to because his moods were worse on the days when we didn't,

This is the thing about boundaries with men for me. Again, of course he knew that it was wrong. But I'm probably correct when I say he didn't do it immediately, right? He did it in small steps. And he did it while you were pregnant. Some people might think, oh but why during pregnancy??

I'll tell you. Because you were carrying his kid. Men know that the moment children are in the picture, it's over. He figured he could control you again. After all, you really wanted children, didn't you? You would do everything for them, wouldn't you? Because you're a good mother. You'd never let anything happen to them.

He controls you through your babies. Now you can no longer leave. Once he thought that, his good funny kind etc loving partner fascade started to slip. He stopped pretending.

but the sex was still very unbalanced and uncomfortable, and now was expected to almost exclusively be anal or deep throating, with a lot of ass smacking and condescending language. He started using new words constantly, always wanting to try new things, and started referencing porn in jokes really often.

I got suspicious he was watching it and asked flat out. He said no but seemed off. Asked again and he admitted he was

He insisted only the most vanilla content, and for some reason fixated on insisting that it was milf content and only of women with my body type. That he was using ethical sites and it was all people who were consenting and happy to be in that business.

I could talk in depth about how porn rots the brain and how it warps people's view of women, but I think I'll just highlight this. Especially the last part about 'ethical sites' is really telling and why I don't trust male feminists.

I asked him to promise it wasn't anything I'd be uncomfortable with and I very specifically listed- potentially underage content, rape or rape play, sleep, beastiality, outright pedophilia, anything where the person was clearly drugged or drunk. He assured me he wasn't watching any of that.

I assume that was a lie.

He said he had a problem and an addiction, but that I was treating him "like a monster"

He is. Next.

He said he always wanted to tell me but was scared of being judged, and it never felt like the right time, and now I was confirming his fear of judgement for being sad/angry/uncomfortable.

Honestly, this sounds eerily similar to what he told you when he cheated. He's also guilt-tripping you, trying to make you comfort him by acting like you hurt his feelings. What a baby.

I decide since we have each other's phone pins and he's previously made it clear I can use his phone to do a brief check, keyword search terms I'd be uncomfortable with in his browser history. Immediately things come up in his recent history, but also going back as far as before I was pregnant with our first child.

I'm not copying all the searches you found, but I'm so sorry you had to find that, W. I had to take a break after reading that, it's that bad, so if you were doubting yourself... that is horrifying. And as a mother, I'm sure that must have scared you as well.

I confronted him again. He lied multiple times.

He is disgusting. Absolutely revolting. I just don't know what to say. I could just copy-paste this entire paragraph and find something to talk about in each sentence, because from top to bottom this is disturbing. Lying, again. Then his true colours show. More lying! And CNC not being 'real' is bullshit, and he probably knows it too. Especially since you talked about the industry, I presume?

He's just making excuses after excuses. I don't want to upset you, but at this point I wonder if he doesn't watch those videos imagining it's you. Also, that he is able to get off on pretend rape is horrifying as well. He gets off at imagining someone getting raped. There have been studies done, showing how men just can't distinguish CNC from the real deal anymore... that is terrifying.

He promised to go to sex addict meetings, to restart therapy, and to go to couples therapy.

All that lasted about two weeks. Then we were back to having sex, and he never ended up doing the therapy or the meetings.

And here is the thing about men; they know that once they cross your boundaries once and you stay with them, they can do it again. They cry and sob and wail at your feet, promising they'll change... but the moment they are forgiven, they just revert back.

I have seen it time and time again. They promise you everything, but they just keep it up long enough until they can start this cycle over again. You'll forgive him again. He'll revert. You'll be stuck in this never-ending loop of your heart being broken until you are numb.

I put it all out of mind and focused on the good in our relationship.

I genuinely think you do this to cope. And I don't blame you.

I am an impatient person, I am messy, I was out of commission for a few weeks after each baby was born and he and his mom took over childcare until I recovered physically and until I could get treatment for my postpartum anxiety.

I do want to stress this. I don't know what country you're from, but are you kidding??? You gave birth, woman. Cut yourself some slack for creating literal life like a god. Where I'm from it's common for a maternity nurse to take care of you AND your body after you give birth.

I am just so at a loss for what to do.

Listen to me, alright. I think you know what you need to do, or want to do, because if you didn't you wouldn't have admitted all this to me, which I think is brave and admirable.

Your children deserve a father who loves their mother and treats her right. And I'm sorry, but I don't think he does the former, and he sure as hell does not do the latter. It might not seem like this, but children are able to pick up on tension like that. Children are very smart.

Are you happy? Genuinely? And don't scoff but really look deeply within yourself and ask. Because I'm sure you're not. If you were, you would be able to put this behind you.

I just can't let go of the nagging feeling that something very wrong happened to me that I never got proper justice for.

Because it did.

He apologizes constantly. He always asked for consent for everything. He soothes me when the emotions about it come up.

He's a piece of shit and he knows it.

I just don't know if that's because I should and this is something we can move past since it's been 7ish months since that incident and our relationship is really smooth, or if it's something I'm fucking up by forgiving.

And how much more of these incidents can you take, do you think? Do you think he'll never do it again? Do you trust him to respect you now? A relationship is nothing without trust. Do you trust him?

And if I am I have no idea how to get out, or if I would even want to make that sacrifice just to be away from the person who hurt me.

You deserve to be safe. You deserve to heal. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to feel cherished. That is not a sacrifice. That is putting you first.

TL;DR

He is a rotten, disgusting, porn-sick man and you are 100% in the right for wanting to leave him. I know my answer is very long, but I wanted to reply to some points specifically since they jumped out to me. And I also want you to feel heard.

Now... you said you came to me for advice so I'll try my very best. There are a few points I want to go over.

Your family likes him, but do they know what he did? And if you told them, would they still like him?

How old are your children? You mention they're older, but that you still fear for a custody battle. If they are in their teens maybe you could wait it out till they are no longer minors, though I know this is not at all an ideal outcome.

Can you talk to him about going back to work? Since you two are low-income, he could actually be in favour. Then maybe you could secure your own income somehow? Keep a little bit secret so you have emergency money. Then you will have means to support you and your children. And now we're on that topic, how likely is it that you can go get your own degree?

I assume you're American?

Could you move closer to a support network? And if not, could you maybe try to make friends who would have your back?

Can you reach out to an ORG or something that helps women like you? Radical feminism groups in real life, etc?

I admittedly know very little about how the court favours men, and especially not if you are American or just... not Dutch. I do understand your fear about the court taking your babies away, and I do wonder whether he'll try to poison them against you.

So this is where I ask other Radfems to come in. Anyone who knows anything, has recourses or their own experience... please react to this post, send me an anon ask, or send me a DM!

I will try to scour my blog for resources and reblog this if I find anything, and please, I know I'm just a person behind a blog, but if you need a friend, W, do DM me. I might not be able to do too much, but I'll do my best and I think you could benefit from having a friendly voice.

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Im late to the game meaning I joined this bandwagon a few months ago. When i joined i automatically assumed Stas was dating Colby based on their interactions, always together in festivals and Europe, i even followed her and thought aww how cute. Then i saw what he was up to and people saying he was seeing so and so and i thought he was cheating and she was too blind to see. When i read everything on here i was shocked that they werent dating or even openly a situationship because based on stuff she said and openly told fans that was not a strictly platonic friendship. Only to then read he’s been trying to delete stuff about them, yikes.I learned about shea too but barely, but this girl left me with a bad taste. Sharing photos, locations with fans, details on his wardrobe and his likes. Umm yeah no thats a bit too obsessive for me. Then another user told me she was originally Kats friend and i laughed because i dont see that represented the way she represents knowing Colby.

ngl reading that you thought stas and colby were dating upsets me lol but i get why you would have thought that

it also didn't help when they were in europe or were just about to come home, a bunch of fans congradulated them from coming out as a couple�� when that did not happen at all.

stas and shea are definitely two sides of the same coin.

idk why i decided to go on a rant about shea lol but i just had to i guess

shea's questionable behavior was more from way back in the day. she was good for a while, nothing too weird, but then she started to do livestreams where fans would ask her about colby and her and she would act all coy about it and be like "guys you know i can't tell you anything" or whatever. and then she started being in gcs with fans and that's where a lot of the drama comes from bc she allegedly told them about her and colby and would claim that him and her were together but to keep it on the dl. and then on top of that her fans have also claimed she told them that not only they were dating, but way back in the day colby was rejected by shea early on into their friendship. but then while shea would be telling her fans this, colby would be seen out with other girls…. so clearly they weren't dating lmao or colby is the worst bf ever

then as time went on, shea started getting more and more questionable, in particular with how she treated other friends of colby's that were girls. for one, there are literal ss of her having a convo with fans in a gc where they thought andrea russett and him were together, and she outright told them that they couldn't be together bc andrea had a bf. mind you andrea never told her own fanbase about this guy until they broke up. so for shea to tell fans that info is fucked, imo. then shea would also like edits that would pin her against the other girl friends of colby and would make her seem like the better choice. she got called out for this bc she liked one that was rude about amber (right around the time he started chilling with her). she also liked some tweets, if i remember correctly, that were mean about her as well. and instead of coming out and apologizing, she told a gc of hers about it first, who then posted that message. but when that wasn't good enough, shea finally came out and was like "women should support women" and that she was sorry but… to this day still occasionally likes shit that pins her against other girls.

not to mention it is assumed that her fandom got spookybby's account suspended on insta bc she was supposedly dating colby at the time and i guess shea didn't like that. there was also this other instance that no one really talks about bc i think it got swept under the rug bc it happened to a fan that wasn't liked in the fandom. so there was this girl, i'll call her m, who was known in the fandom bc colby gave her a couple notices back to back and that was enough to start something. she also apparently had some dm convos with him. this was the same year as the catfish so basically, if you were a girl that got paid attention to by colby, you grew a following for some reason. i remember this girl got to like almost 10k followers if not more so. and she was young, like 17ish. so what happened is her """fans""" created an account on insta that shipped her and colby together. that account then messaged any account with over 1k followers to tell colby "hey m is turning 18 soon, can you message colby to fly out to where she lives and date her", or something to that effect. i even got the message which was kinda surprising. it was crazy, sure, but m always said she had nothing to do with it and it was just her fans/friends that did that on their own accord. after that, apparently this fan also claimed she was the girl colby was being seen around with for a week or two, only for all of us to find out it was just sam in a wig for jake's video where he pranked the fandom. however, i will say i never saw her claiming this, just ppl laughing at her when we all found out it was sam in a wig so… do with that information as you will. also jake even said in his video about a person having to go on private bc ppl thought it was her… and it was m that had gone private bc of this.

i say all of this bc you need to understand no one liked this girl. i had no negative feelings towards her, but i knew a lot of ppl that just outright thought she was a joke. so when she came out and said all of the shit that happened with her and shea, i don't think anyone believed her.

so according to m, there was ss going around of her saying that she was dating colby or planned to meet him, something of that nature. shea apparently commented under the post of one of these ss, and m reached out to her to tell her that those ss were fake and that she didn't say those things. shea left her on read. then a couple days later, m gets a message telling her that shea is in a gc talking about m, not saying nice things apparently. m reached out again, got left on read again. the cycle continues: shea is in a gc talking about m, this time saying colby and her don't like m and that colby/shea planned to address all of this in video. this time around m reaches out again, longer message this time, refuting the ss of her saying she's dating colby, and then asks shea why she can't just talk to her if she can go and talk to gcs about her. shea blocks m after leaving her on read yet again. someone posts part of m's dm to shea on twitter, shea responds by saying "idk who this person is" and that she's never talked to them before.

the INSANE part of all of this to me is all of this got posted on insta, and ppl tried to argue that shea would never talk about someone like that, colby would never talk to a fan underage (which grosses me out as to why yall would jump to the conclusion he was talking intimately with a minor instead of, you know, just being nice when they say they love him???), and that ss and screen recordings can be faked. okay, sure. you want to say all of that, that's fine. but m had PROOF shea had her blocked. showed a screen recording of it too. not to mention ss of shea leaving her on read. and back then you couldn't delete dms from ppl or unsend some. so she showed the whole convo, beginning to end, between the two of them; shea not responding and leaving her on read, only to them block her. even if you don't believe shea would do something oh so terrible as to use a gc to talk negatively about someone…. why would she block someone she's never talked to or heard of before??????

okay… i'm done now. idk why i needed to bitch about this but i think i'm just tired of both girls. like all of this for what? COLBY? like don't get me wrong, love the man. but… you're acting like teenagers, hell even arguing and making fun of some, bc of………. colby???????

AND ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT, colby has outwardly said on multiple fucking occasions how he doesn't open up that often, he has trust issues, ect ect. both of these girls are some of the very select few that get to see a side of him that no one else does. and yet, that wasn't enough? you still wanted more even tho that's not what he wants? you're desperately trying to be in a relationship with someone that doesn't want anything to do with you like that????

yall suck. forreal.

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

This is a direct follow-up to The Game Is Afoot

Apology Flowers

Hunter didn’t know what was more surprising, the fact that Maddox had shown up at the funeral home unannounced or the fact that Maddox had cut off all her hair.

“Marian isn’t here,” Hunter said immediately, so that she didn’t say something blunt about her cousin’s haircut. It was nice, it was just wildly different.

“I know.” Maddox squirmed in shame, “I was wondering if you would help me with a project.”

She phrased it so carefully so as not to say she needed Hunter’s help.

“What’s up?”

“I need to talk to Petunia. In person.”

“Okay, I can tell you where her shop is.”

Maddox pressed her lips together and looked down.

“Can you come with me?”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to show up alone, she’ll think I’m trying to start some shit. I need a second.”

“Are you trying to start some shit?”

“No! I’m trying to apologize for how I behaved during game night.”

“Why don’t you just go with Marian?”

“Because then he’ll think I’m only apologizing because he was upset with me but I’m not. Do I have to explain my entire thought process or can we just go?”

Hunter crossed her arms.

“I’ll buy you a Speedy Freeze,” Maddox added.

“Alright, let’s go.” Hunter followed Maddox to her convertible.

“When did you get your haircut?”

“The day after graduation. Mom wanted me to keep my hair long for photos in case I regretted cutting it.”

“Do you regret it?”

Maddox ran her hand through her short hair, a faint smile on her face. “I do not.”

“Good, it suits you.”

That was about as sincere as they were allowed to get, so the rest of the drive was primarily in silence, except when Maddox turned on the radio. It was country music, which Hunter normally hated, but she didn’t say anything until a familiar song came on.

“Sara likes this one, it’s from an album her dad shared with her.”

“I’ve never heard Sara talk about her dad,” Maddox commented.

“Yeah… Her family isn’t like ours.”

“Oh.” Silence again, though Maddox turned up Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles.

A few minutes later, they pulled up to “A Pocket Full of Petunias.”

Maddox seemed nervous, and Hunter wished she were better equipped to encourage people.

“Alright,” deep breath, “let's do this.”

Hunter gave Maddox a weak thumbs up, and they stepped inside.

Petunia was busy with a customer, so she didn't notice the pair right away. When she did she lit up.

“Hunter, Maddox, hey! I love what you did with your hair, Maddox.”

“Oh, thank you,” Maddox shifted on her feet.

“How can I help you guys today?”

Another deep breath and then Maddox snapped into orator mode, a practiced speech on the tip of her tongue.

“I wanted to talk to you, don't worry, I'll keep this brief.”

“No worries, what's on your mind?”

“I wanted to apologize for my less than warm welcome during game night, you didn’t deserve my disrespect and I can recognize when I go too far, so I’m sorry. We were glad to have you and I hope you’ll be able to join again in the future.”

“Thanks, Maddox, that means a lot to me. Honestly, though, you didn’t make me feel unwelcome. You just reminded me of my younger brother.”

“You have a brother?” Hunter asked in surprise.

“Yeah! Two, actually, I’m the middle sibling. My younger brother’s name is Zac and my older brother’s name is Quinton. Quint lives in the city but Zac is at college in Florida.”

“Is Zac…” Maddox considered the nicest way to describe herself, “Opinionated?”

“Mm-hm, and according to him all of my opinions are wrong. He’s a good kid, though, and I knew right away that you are too.”

“Thanks, Petunia. I really am glad that you came to game night, you’re welcome back at anytime.”

Hunter didn’t comment that Maddox didn’t actually have the authority to invite Petunia to Marian’s house, she had a feeling that Marian also wanted Petunia there.

“I appreciate it, I had a lot of fun last time, if you guys will have me I’d be happy to come back.”

Maddox hesitated a second, glancing around. “I should probably buy some flowers, since I wasted so much of your time.”

“Not a waste of time, but I’d be happy to find you some flowers that you like.”

“What’s that one?” Maddox asked, pointing to some orange and pink flowers.

“Those are zinnias.”

“I’ll take a dozen of those, I guess.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Petunia said reassuringly.

“No, I like them.”

Petunia nodded and arranged a dozen flowers, writing a note of how to take care of the flowers to make sure they lasted as long as possible.

“Have a nice evening, feel free to visit me any time!”

Maddox waved and then they stepped out of the shop. As soon as they were back in the car Maddox handed Hunter the flowers.

“You can have them, they’re lesbian colors.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Silence.

Hunter noted that Maddox had not really apologized to her for the whole ordeal, but the flowers were nice, and that was more than she’d expected.

“You still owe me a Speedy Freeze,” Hunter reminded.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get your Speedy Freeze.”

[softceleste]

i don’t know how to deal with the fact that one of my favorite actors is completely ignoring the ongoing genocide. the implication of their silence and them not even deigning to share a call for a ceasefire is something I genuinely can’t get past. they haven’t even cleared the bar of doing the bare minimum and i’m finding it hard to imagine engaging with any media they’re a part of at this point.

i’m sorry to bother you with this message but the person i’m talking about is someone you also like and i didn’t know who else i could talk to about this. i deliberately left out any identifying information so as not to invite any weirdos to your blog should you choose to answer this. i can send their name in a separate ask if you wish. once again, sorry to bother you

Hey love! So from the get go, I just want to say you are absolutely not bothering me whatsoever, okay? I’m glad that you feel safe / comfortable enough to come talk to me about how you’re feeling, and honestly like... if people are weird in my anons, I’ll block them. You’re good!

I’ll also be honest that I’m still trying to navigate my feelings with this specific thing happening with a couple of my favorites too. Like on the one hand, I obviously prefer that they’re not actively calling for the deaths of Palestinians given how many horrible posts I've seen from celebs doing that, but on the other hand, being silent is frankly just enabling genocide at this point and I fail to see how anyone doesn’t see that. It’s part of why I’m frustrated with people who were posting daily at the beginning and hasn’t posted the entirety of 2024 about it as well currently, because like... right now it’s extremely important to keep posting.  So I’m taking this case by case currently, and keeping an eye on the letters and stuff (because a lot of celebs are not posting zionist on IG to avoid being canceled rn and signing shit like the Biden letter, but on the flip side there’s been celebs I personally haven’t seen post yet, but I’ve seen photos of in the streets protesting for a ceasefire) right now, and in a lot of cases I’m leaning towards drop so you may see me drop more and more people as time goes on, but I’m gonna keep my eyes on stuff and see how it continues to go.

That being said, I got your anon about who we’re discussing and... yeah, so I kinda already have dropped her and decided to only post her when my friends tag me in stuff of hers for a variety of reasons (including realizing the sheer amount of vocal transphobes she follows and engages with, and not being able to think of a single time she has positively discussed the trans community) until I 100% decide how I feel about her - it may even end up being a 100% no reblog situation, we'll see after I sort out my feelings. But she did post in October, and I’ll put that post that IG story under the read more. I’ll be completely honest though, I wouldn’t expect any future posts from her, and between her closest friends politics / posts on the matter and what I know about the area she grew up in (because I have family who lives in the same town), I’m not sure we’d like any posts she’d make if she did decide to post about Palestine. Like it sucked dropping someone I was following/loved like a decade, but I'm trusting my gut on this one you know? Would rather listen to it and get proven wrong, than not and be proven right in this situation, personally 💕

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[boldlyvoid]

A wet dream just dangling

18+ Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader

Summary: As her best friend, he was always there to answer any question she had... he just never expected her to talk about how smoking weed makes her horny but not wet.

Warnings: brief mention of reader x gareth, insecure reader, mentions of fatphobia, teasing, love confessions, body worship, teasing, wet dreams mentioned, Eddie has a perv shoe box full of photos of her, taking sexy photos together, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, spit, titty fucking

Word count: 3.7K

She sat on Eddie’s bed beside him, he was playing a new song on his guitar and scribbling things down on some paper, a cigarette dangling between his lips while his right hand changed between holding a pencil and a pick. They got high together not too long ago, she was still feeling peak stupid, she could barely keep the words from tumbling out. 

“You remember my date the other night?” 

“Yeah,” he glances at her. “Anything juicy you wanna share?”

She nods, embarrassed but needing advice, “we had sex…”

“That bad?” He could hear it in her voice. 

“It was my fault though,” she prefaces. “You know how you can get cotton mouth? Well, you can get it down there too…”

“I don’t follow?”

She sighs, he wasn’t going to get it unless she spelled it out for him. “I mean when I’m high I can’t get wet and we got high, as you do at lovers lake, and so it was like so uncomfortable I never finished and he felt bad and so I felt bad—

“Wait, really? That can happen?”

She nods, her body on fire with self-pity, it was so uncomfortable sharing this but she thought he might be able to help. “It’s the worst cause weed makes me so horny, I wanna fuck anything and everyone but when I’m with people I dry up, it’s like my vagina has performance anxiety?”

That makes him laugh, “well, maybe it’s not totally your fault, they could just not know what they’re doing… did he just kiss you a bit and move right to fucking you?” He asks, taking the last haul from his cigarette and putting it out on his ashtray. 

She nods, pondering if she should tell him who it was or not… “it wasn’t good… and you know him too…”

“That’s even worse!” He’s like offended, “it was Gareth, wasn’t it? I’m gonna have to talk to him 'cause this is a 1-star review and I should have at least 3-star guys in my band…”

She can’t help but laugh, nodding cause he was right, “he’s still a good kisser though��� I think he was just scared cause I’m fat—

“No you’re not,” he cuts her off, brows furrowed, disappointed in her. “Don’t say that, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, you have a wonderful body and it’s a fucking shame that no guy has worshiped you right? Seriously, I can’t believe Gareth got to fuck you before me and didn’t even do it right!”

“Why, what would you do?” She asks, followed by taking a sharp gulp, nervous and hornier than ever before at the same time. 

“With big girls in general or with you specifically?” He starts to blush. 

“Is there a difference?” 

He can’t help but laugh, she had no idea how many different scenarios he’s come up with in his head about the two of them. “I’m pretty generous enough as it is… but knowing your little issue… mmm,” he can’t help but lick his lips as his eyes trail her body. “I wanna make you squirt.” 

She gasps, “Y-you’ve specifically thought about having sex w-with me?” She’s still lost on that. 

He nods, “since we’re being all honest and shit, you’re basically all I think of when I Jack off… you’re like perfect spank bank material for me, babe. Fuck, I’ve wanted to get my lips on you for years!!” He moves his guitar to the floor and frees up his lap… he’s hard in his jeans and she can’t help but stare, even as he’s motioning for her to move in closer. 

She suddenly can’t breathe, the thought of him touching himself while thinking of her was too much. The fact that it was only her…… she could feel herself getting wet suddenly, moisture collecting in her panties as her thighs pressed together. It made sense, seeing as she thought of him when she got off at home, of course, he could get her wet without even touching her. 

“To do what?” Is all she can ask. 

He hops off his bed then, not scared to show her just what he means by spank bank. He gets down in his stomach and reaches under as far as he can, he pulls out a shoe box and hands it to her, “it’s gross, but it’s all you…”

He takes the lid off and the first thing she can see is the Polaroids they took together at the pool last year. She was in a full-piece bathing suit, lounging on a sun chair, it was a photo she hated when she first saw it. She felt chubby and insecure and yet Eddie had more of them, photos she’s never even known existed, showing off her boobs, her thighs, her tummy rolls… there was even more under the photos. He had a pair of her underwear that she lost years ago, a bracelet she made him, a scrunchie and some clips, even a train ticket from when they went to see the eagles last year… it was a memory box merged with his wank material, and yet it made her heart feel full. 

“Why?” She holds the photos up, still stuck on the fact he liked her out of everyone in the world. 

“I think you’re sexy, I mean, I had a crush on you when we met and I watched you get hotter over time…” he shrugs. “It’s why I take so many photos of you when you’re over here and just doing nothing… I just like to look at you and think about you touching me and loving on me— god, I crave your touch so much and you never want to cuddle or be close to me, not like when we were kids, and I miss you so much.” 

“I’m here all the time?” 

“But you’re over there,” he references to the space between them. “You always sit near the end of my bed or on the floor, you’re never sat close enough for me to make a move or feel you up… believe me, I have wanted to be with you for so long.” 

“Eddie…” she sits on her knees and crawls over to him, “why didn’t you say anything?”  

She sits right in his lap, cupping his face while his hands feel up her thick thighs and grope her ass as he pulls her in closer. “I didn’t know how…”

“You wanna know the truth?” She whispers, watching him nod ever so sweetly, he was enamoured by her. “I was afraid of being close to you 'cause I’m big… I feel ugly sometimes if I’m not freshly shaven or if I feel swollen that day and it’s always so hot in here and I’m sweaty and—and I wear pants to hide my legs and I can’t wear tank tops cause I feel huge in them and I don’t want you to—

“What? Judge you?” It breaks his heart. “No, no baby, I want you to be comfortable when you’re over here, I love you, all of you.”

They both still, he can’t believe he said it and she can’t believe this is real. “You love me?” 

He nods, tears kinda welling in his eyes, and he clears his throat with embarrassment. “Yeah, I have since you sat beside me during middle school orientation.”

“That was almost a decade ago,” she whispers, disappointed that she had to wait so long. “I’ve been dating random losers and hating myself for years when I could’ve been happy with you…”

“This is a two-way street babe,” he teases her. “I never said anything because you got distant—

“I hit puberty,” she reminds him. “It’s not my fault you were a late bloomer. Do you know how hard it is to have all guy friends while your boobs are growing in and you have to bleed once a month? It’s weird and awkward and all you seemed to care about back then was playing pretend with the boys.”

“I do miss when we could run around in the woods like idiots,” he reminisces. “Remember the time you were a princess locked in a tower that was just the old play set over by the murder house and we slayed a dragon for you?” 

She nods, “we had our first kiss that day, how could I forget?”

“It was your idea,” he reminds her, a proud smirk plastered to his face. “You said I deserved a token of your gratitude but you didn’t have a hankie, so you kissed me instead.” 

“Gareth was pissed,” she teases him back. “He thought he deserved a kiss too…”

“We did save you together,” Eddie still backs Gareth up. “It was weird watching you kiss him right after me.”

“What can I say, I’m the people's princess,” she tosses her hair off her shoulder playfully. “At least I can say you’re the better lover…”

Still sitting in his lap, still feeling each other up, his hands are so warm on her back while his eyes flick down to her lips, “you wanna know a secret?” 

She nods this time, nervous to hear what he has to say. 

“I’ve had this reoccurring wet dream about you for years. It always starts off the same, you catch me jerking off to my photos of you and you sit on my face as my punishment… and the one thing you say is ‘you’re always pleasing yourself it’s time you pleased me’ and fuck, it makes me cum untouched thinking about being suffocated under your thighs and pussy…” he’s panting by the time he’s done talking, his chest heaving, his grip on her ass tighter than before. “Please? I don’t care if I fucking die under you, I want to be smothered by your delicious pussy, I wanna make it wetter than it’s ever been before— fuck I wanna make you squirt on me that’s how badly I want to please you.” 

In a moment of confidence, she feels powerful and sexy for once in her life and it just slips out. “Well, it’s about fucking time you pleased me instead of yourself, you selfish little slut.”

He moans, his hips bucking under her, jolting with pleasure as his cock hardened even more. “Please?” 

“You’d be the first one,” she whispers. “No one’s ever eaten me out before, I never thought anyone would…”

He lays back and claps, “your chariot, m’lady.” 

She giggles, “I still have my clothes on, bud.”

“Chop, chop,” he teases as he sits up again and lifts her up as he transitions to his knees, he tosses her down so she’s laying on her back and begins unbuttoning her pants. “Oh this is a fucking dream come true, I swear I’m asleep right now…”

“I was thinking the same thing!” She teases as she rips her shirt off, laying there in just a bra and her soaking wet panties.

“sweet fuck,” he stills. “Can I take a picture of you, please?” 

She nods, taking a deep breath to suck in her stomach and her anxieties, “sure…” 

“Babe,” he tosses his head to the side, “no, don’t be nervous, I’m literally rock fucking hard for you.” He grips his cock through his jeans, showing her just how suffocated he was behind his zipper. “This is all because of you.” 

“Fuck,” she mumbles, biting her lip, “you can do whatever the fuck you want to me, Eddie…”

He groans and tosses his head back, his hands balled into fists, he celebrates with a little shake of excitement. “Thank you, god, I knew if I was good enough you’d finally let this happen.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she teases him, feeling slightly more confident the more he played it up. “Where’s your camera?” 

“Over there,” he sighs and gets off the bed. He puts the shoebox on the floor and kicks it back under his bed where it belongs, “you wanna undress me or should I just?” 

“Can I?” She sits on the edge of the bed again with him standing between her legs. He nods, watching carefully as she unbuckles his belt and pushes it out of the way to unbutton his jeans. “you can take off your shirt…” 

“Okay,” his arms cross as he grips the hem and pulls it over his head, shaking his hair out of his face once he’s free of the cotton confines of the shirt. 

“Effortless,” she whispers. 

“Hm?” 

“You’re so fucking hot and you don’t even have to try,” she admits. “You have no idea, do you?” 

“Says you,” he pushes her hair back behind her ear, gazing down at her. “You realize you’re like, better than the girl of my dreams, right?” 

“No way!” She shakes her head in disbelief. “What? How?” 

“Cause she’s not real, you are,” he whispers, leaning in finally and pressing his lips to hers, ever so gently. He breathes her in deep, savouring the kiss for as long as possible. He hasn’t kissed her in years and this kiss is evident of that. 

Every feeling he’s had for her over the last—however many years it’s been, they’re all in this kiss. Every late night thought about her, every flirtatious joke, every longing stare, it was all leading up to this moment. 

He goes to kiss her again and again, only making her smile as she realizes just how serious he is, “you love me…” 

“I really do,” he kisses along her neck as he lays her back against the sheets. “Stay…” he orders, staring at her as he backs away and grabs his camera. He turns it on during his walk back to her, he makes sure it has enough film in it and holds the viewfinder up to his eye. “Say cheese.” 

She covers her face with her hands, overly exposed in front of him and nervous beyond belief. “If we break up you’ve gotta promise to burn those…” she mumbles under her hands and peaks out slightly to see him frowning as he lowered the camera as the photo rolled out. 

“Unless you dump me, I don’t see that ever happening.” 

“Me either,” she can’t help but smile at him. 

He puts the camera on his night table and pushes his jeans off, finally. She sits back up and reaches out for him, she palms his erection through his boxers, making him suck in a moan as he bit his lip, “fuck…” 

“Do you wanna know what my wet dreams about you are like?” She whispers up to him, watching him nod. “I’ve always thought about giving you a handy… like cuddling together with you’re head in my tits while I jerk you off and you’re just this whiny little mess— fuck you’re so cute and sexy, Eddie, how do you do it?” 

“Says you,” he cups her face in his hands as she takes his cock out of his boxers, resting the elastic band under his balls so she could fondle them as she stroked his cock.

“I want you to fuck my tits and cum all over me,” she admits, no longer shy. 

“I can do that,” he can’t help the groan that leaves his throat, his eyes slightly rolling back into his head. He takes a deep breath and gets down on his knees, “but first, I need to taste you… please?” 

“Uh-uh,” she sits back up, “what happened to me sitting on your face?” 

“It’ll be easier to make you squirt like this…”

“I don’t wanna make a mess,” she whispers to him. “Shouldn’t we put towels down or something?” 

He just laughs as he loops his arms around her thighs and hauls her to the edge of the bed, “I don’t think you’re high enough… or you were lying to see what I’d do?” 

“No, it’s your own damn fault,” she teases right back. “I’ve been dying for you to fuck me for years, Munson. She knows what she wants—

“Oh, and I intend to give it to her,” he speaks through his teeth as he peels her underwear off and spreads her legs open again, “oh, baby… I always knew you’d have the cutest lil bush.”

It makes her feel more bashful than nervous, she believed him when he said she was cute, and she felt secure and happy with him. It was everything she ever wanted.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teases, knowing damn well he would reach over to the camera once more and actually do it. The photo pops out the bottom, still white and adjusting to the room, she takes it in her hands and shakes it a bit before placing it on the bed. She takes the camera from him, “I’ll take the rest.” 

“Seriously,” he brushes his hair back out of his eyes, he gathers the hair up and quickly puts it up with the hair tie on his wrist. 

She takes a photo of him then, between her legs with his hair in a ponytail, adding the polaroid to the pile as it develops, “I want to remember this too, y’know.” 

“Anything you’re not okay with?” He double checks, his arms tucked around her thighs again, he caresses her inner thigh with his cheek. “Only wanna please you, princess.” 

“Mmm, go for it, baby,” she whispers. “Live out that wet dream for me, don’t hold back.” 

He chuckles to himself, shaking his head with disbelief, “oh, I won’t…” his one hand snakes down her thigh, delicate fingers making acquaintance with her clit, he’s so careful with her. 

She moans without a second thought, resting on her forearms so she can watch him. He loops down to gather her wetness and bring it up to her clit, rubbing it in with his forefingers with a smirk. He moves in slowly, making eye contact with her as his tongue flicks over her sensitive clit and his fingers tease her hole. 

“Oh, fuck,” she tosses her head back and grinds down against his tongue. 

He slips one finger in, going so deep before he bottoms out, his cold rings hit her hot skin making her hiss. From the shape of the cold metal and the length of his finger, she knows it’s the middle one, he’s so fucking deep inside of her, he curls the digit and gives her a little rub from the inside, matching the glorious suction on her clit, she was in fucking heaven. 

He pulls out his finger just enough to add another, slowly and sensually fucking in and out of her as his tongue does something beyond words. She drops flat against the mattress, writhing in pleasure, she grips her tits and grinds down against him, “fuck, Eddie.” 

He groans against her, trying to keep her legs apart with his free arm, she can’t help squirming along with her muscle spasms, her hips had a mind of their own right now. It was too fucking good to form a coherent thought, her body reacted on autopilot, he could fuck her like a rag doll right now and she’d just take it. This was just his mouth… this was just the start of things!! He was going to fuck her later and she already knew that it was going to change her life. 

His fingers curl as he fucks her faster and harder, the sound of his hand slapping against her wet cunt filled the room alongside the disgusting slurping noises he made, enjoying every second of it. He grips her thigh tight, nails digging into the skin as he tries to keep her legs spread with just one hand, his other fucked into her at such a rate she was close to hyperventilating. She wrapped one leg over his shoulder, making him moan against her again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her aching clit straight to her core. 

“I’m gonna cum,” she warns him when that all too familiar heat starts to spread through her stomach and up her chest, she grips the sheets tighter, searching for the camera again, she wants to capture this forever. His chocolate brown eyes stared up at her, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and her leg draped over him, it was all too perfect. “Just like that, baby… oh, please? Please make me cum.” 

She snaps the photo and tosses the camera back onto the bed so she can fuck his face as she cums, she was right there, she wanted to so bad, and then his rhythm changes. He rubs her from the inside in matching circular motions to her clit, it’s more than she’s ever felt before, she screams out a moan, tossing her head back again, gripping her chest as the orgasm rips through her body. She doesn’t see how much she came, effectively squirting on his face, down his neck, covering his chest and leaving droplets on his boxers. 

“I knew you could do it,” he groans, using the wet hand he was just finger fucking her with to stroke his cock.

“No, hey,” she reaches out for him, “fuck my tits?” 

“Fuck,” he stands up, pushing his boxers all the way off and using them to wipe down his face and neck. 

She gets herself better positioned on the mattress before he crawls over her, resting gently on her stomach he grips his cock in his hands and taps her boobs with it, making her laugh, “are you just going to play with them?” 

He shakes his head, gathering some spit in his mouth before letting it drip down onto his cock before she pushes her boobs together and locks him in place between them. He carefully thrusts forward, mouth agape and eyes in the back of his head as he moans. His movements are more needy than skilled, he can barely keep himself up straight he’s so drunk on her touch. 

“Cum, baby,” she whispers, seductively, “cover me, mark me as yours, come on, sweetheart, you can do it…” 

“Ah, fuck,” he still, his cock pulsing between her tits as rope after rope of his cum landed on her chest, neck and even her chin, “st-stay, stay there,” he instructs her, reaching for the camera in his post-orgasm haze, he needs just one more photo of this, in case it never happened again. 

“Smile, beautiful.” 

And she does, she smiles with the true belief that she is beautiful, he does in fact love her and she was worthy of every single ounce of it.

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[zoobus]

So two tiktoks about karens and ghosting assholes went viral this weekend. Both of them were lies. (video source)

Transcript under the cut

Jules: The amount of videos that go viral and get posted without someone's consent has become disgusting. While over the past decades, everyone's been worried about growing government surveillance, the average civilian is becoming just as bad of a culprit. Let's get into two examples from just the past 72 hours.

First, [tiktok user] briannachickenfry.

[tiktok shown in background with caption “I GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH A CRAZY KAREN BC SHE THOUGH I STOLE HER DAUGHTER’S BOA OFF OF HER NECK?????”]

She posts an altercation between her and someone's mom in a bathroom at a Harry Styles concert. Bear with me…the bigger message is wild and this video has about 20 million views. The mom thought [Brianna] took her daughter's boa and Brianna immediately lied, saying she had it on all night.

[tiktok of Brianna talking plays] ”So then I just start lying like bitch, I've had this on all niiight, what are you talking about?”

Jules: That follow up video was quickly deleted or taken down? I'm not sure. But yeah, she lied.

Will we ever know the initial altercation or if it was actually the daughter’s boa that Brianna slyly stole or grabbed from the ground or whatever? No, unless it becomes normal for bathrooms to be surveilled.

Regardless, I don't need to know. All I need to know is that Brianna posted a drunk rage towards someone who is not on the internet like that, to her audience of 1.6 million people. She continuously called the mom a…

[another tiktok of Brianna plays] “Crazy fucking bitch!”

Jules:…when she was pretty calm throughout the entire video. She also said stuff like:

[another tiktok of Brianna plays] “Oh my gooodddd, I hope you get hit by a fucking car you-“

Jules: and:

[another tiktok of Brianna plays] “Her daughter’s like, about to cry, I feel so horrible for your daughter, you’re mother’s a stupid fucking bitch, don’t even get me fucking started, I want to FUCK-ing kill her. You’re also a stupid bitch but anyway-“

Jules: …and is now selling t shirts about it.

The people in Briana's comment section, eating this shit up, stop being NPCs and looking at everything through the lens of a fucking meme. There are real people who get put in humiliating positions on a scale that is unfathomable to their everyday lives because of whack ass as behavior like this.

Okay, I'm not shocked because Barstool social media accounts have always thrived off of amplifying this type of content. I'm not saying that out of spite, I have respect for Dave Portnoy. Anyway.

Second, a girl recorded a guy on the street claiming she was supposed to go on a date with him, but that he said he was out of town when he wasn't. This gotcha video got 1.3 million views and many of the comments reverted to targeting the guy's appearance. He stitched the video saying, I do not know the person who recorded this. It is a complete lie. He's in a relationship and it could have been his girlfriend who came across this and was like, what the hell?

He talked about how the comment section was hurtful. Like yeah, I didn't do that. This is still how I look, so…those comments aren't void.

The girl apologized saying she just posts videos of a range of dating scenarios and that she thought it was okay because he had his head down etc. Again, it's this whole mindset of looking at things through the lens of a meme. It dehumanizes people and looks at them as nothing but characters and it's shared on the internet and permanence to an unpredictable audience. Despite apologizing she still has the video posted as of right now. You know, got to keep those metrics up.

So yeah, look, strangers being documented isn't new. You might be in the back of 10 family photos for all, you know. But as technology and culture, especially around media evolves, these things are happening on a more frequent and intense level. No one is safe and we feel that. Anytime someone takes a photo or video, we default assume that it's gonna be posted or sent somewhere. Meanwhile, just over a decade ago, it felt like people were more comfortable in front of cameras because the default assumption was that it was going to stay in a personal bubble.

In a digital world increasingly run by recommendation algorithms, we all have more leveled responsibility. Each and every one of us plays a role in holding ourselves and others accountable. Last year, I discussed twitter's new policy protecting general consent and all other platforms need to follow suit.  

[onlyswan]

meet me behind the mall | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x f!reader

→ genre: smut sigh, fluff kinda

→ warnings: exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, slight ? degredation, calls her a slut once, fingering, handjob, oral (m. and f. receiving), choking, spitting, cum eating / swallowing, unprotected sex, facial (this term is so 😭) lmk if i miss anything plz

→ word count: 3.3k

summary: jungkook makes you live for the thrill of it all.

note: this was an impulsive write idk what possessed me today frends but have at it >_> semi proofread it’s 5am goodbyr

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it’s one of the things you first learned about him. jungkook loves taking photos. he loves capturing moments with a simple click of a camera. he finds an unexplainable comfort and bittersweet nostalgia in finding old photographs in his drawer, in his pockets, tucked in between the pages of his textbooks. it’s like finding little treasures all over the place, you can hear his voice in your head, can see the pretty twinkles of passion and fondness in his pretty doe eyes.

so when he told you all about the new photobooth at the arcade, followed by a text that simply said meet me behind the mall, you didn’t particularly imagine that you would end up in this position. you can see the shutter going off even though your eyelids are closed as jungkook’s tongue is basically shoved down your throat. your panties is pulled to the side and two of his fingers are thrusting in and out of your cunt, curling deliciously to stimulate your sweet spot that has your thighs shaking uncontrollably every fucking time.

how naive of you to think that your boyfriend spontaneously texted you at eight in the evening to meet up and simply take cute couple pictures in film. of course, you do have a fair share of scandalous photos, but they’re all conveniently stored and locked away in your phones. this is something entirely new and as embarrassing it is to admit, thrilling. yourself from one year ago never would’ve guessed what her future self is doing right now. how the desires in you can easily be fueled to life just by the trailing of jungkook’s fingers on the smoothness of your thighs, his lips nipping at your neck, or even the simple thought of having his cock filling you up to the brim.

you can’t help but to giggle against his mouth. all of your senses are heightened at this moment, your heart beating aggressively in your chest. he pulls away slightly but his gaze stays on your pink and swollen parted lips, drunk eyes taking in your disheveled state.

“what’s going in that pretty little mind of yours?” he smirks, thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. you try your best to hold out your moan but a broken whine comes out, your head throwing back against the wall of the limited space you’re both squeezed into. only a black curtain and an ‘occupied’ sign in red bold and capital letters separated you from the world outside, where games are being played by people of all ages; loud sound effects and songs from the 2000’s and 2010’s mixing into an ear numbing noise that can only be recognized from an arcade center; and tickets gathered are being exchanged for cute stationary items and trinkets.

“you’re so, so dirty.” you say to him, eyes rolling back as his fingers never let up on their toe curling pace, only making you lose your inhibitions and self-control more than anything else. you clench around them involuntarily, drenching his hand with your juices. “was this your plan all along?”

your eyes widen in shock when the sound of his palm slapping your bare cunt filled the booth, the stinging pain registering in your mind next. “are you fucking crazy? someone might hear!” you whisper angrily at him, but his dark and blown out eyes made you shrink back in your seat. his intimidating, and almost condescending, expression have you gushing against his hand that is now petting your pussy to soothe the pain he inflicted.

“watch your mouth. you and this fucking skimpy dress are the only ones dirty here. you know what this shit does to me.” he smiles at you sweetly. “are you sure this was my plan? are we playing mind games here, baby girl?” his hand comes down from your face to play with the cloth of your blue dress, the other thrusting two of his fingers in you again, then adding another. the stretch has you gripping tightly on his shirt, not having anything else to hold on to.

“fuck, ahhh- jungkook. don’t stop.” god, you are dripping all over, your wetness staining your seat. it makes your cheeks flush in shame.

“just wanted to look pretty for you, i-is all.” you mewl at him, blinking innocently. the camera is not forgotten by jungkook. in fact, it’s one of the things getting him more riled up. the almost blinding light of the flash shines on your soft skin, and the sweat that has formed on your temples and your neck. your pupils are blown and eyelids drooping caused by the pleasure he is giving you. it’s visible how difficult it is for you to keep in all your noises from the people outside the damn curtain when you’re so lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you. all because of him. your fucked out state got jungkook gritting his teeth, his dick twitching inside his pants. jesus christ, you get him so fucking turned on and desperate for it without even trying. your beauty is seductive and enchanting and effortless. there is no point in hiding how crazy he is for you.

“my pretty girl. you dressed yourself all nice for me?” he presses a chaste kiss on your lips, before he wraps his hand around your throat, pressing at the right places just enough to make your mind all fuzzy. “i’m such a lucky man. i love you so much.”

your eyes roll back at the back of your head at the all consuming feeling taking over senses. you don’t think you can answer correctly if ever someone asks for your name or the colors of the goddamn traffic signs. “y-yeah, for you, of course. love you so much.”

he gives you a satisfied hum, moving down to squeeze one of your breasts with his large hand before pinching your nipple from outside the cotton of your dress. “mhmm, holy fuck. you’re always so sensitive. so easy to please. am i making you feel good?” you don’t know how he can act so casual while you’re basically falling apart in his hands, but for some sick reason, it stirs up the arousal in your belly even more.

“y-yes, kook, i’m so close, please, please, please,” you cry out desperately, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you squeeze his fingers with your walls uncontrollably. “wait, ohhh, stop. stop. i can’t cum here. i- it’s gonna be a mess, this is so embar- fuck, jungkook!” your squeal dies down in your throat when your boyfriend kneels on the ground and starts sucking your clit in his mouth as his fingers inside of you became more aggressive, hitting all the right places that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your desperate and whiny sounds, suddenly becoming aware of where the two of you are right now.

you grip his hair with your hands to steady yourself and unconsciously grind your cunt against his face, his eager tongue doing very sinful things for the sole purpose of making you come undone. he pulls you closer to the edge with his strong arm so he can have better access, eating you out like a man feasting on the divine food of the gods. divine. that’s one perfect word to describe you.

he flicks your clit teasingly before wrapping his pink and plump lips around it again. the overwhelming sight almost makes you want to burst into tears. “hmm, cum for me, baby.” your body jerks in his hold, his words of permission acting as the trigger for your orgasm. he drinks you up greedily, his tongue replacing his fingers’ place in fucking into you, letting you ride out your high.

he comes up to kiss you, making you taste yourself in his mouth. you can even feel his wet chin. you moan against him when two fingers dip inside you again, and then he’s having you suck on them almost too enthusiastically. you’re still in a daze from your release, and with jungkook, you’re basically down for anything and everything. you open your eyes to meet his, and if you aren’t already fucked out with his fingers choking you, his hooded eyes will have reduced you into a blabbering mess.

“you’re always so good to me.” he says with a raspy voice. he takes out his fingers and wipes it on his shirt before pulling you in for another kiss. “let’s get out of here so i can fuck you properly like my girl deserves, okay?” you nod meekly, trying to hide your excitement. he fixes you up to make you look presentable enough to walk in public, combing your hair with his fingers and straightening out your dress.

“can’t forget these. don’t want anyone else seeing you like this. it’s for my eyes only.” he gathers all the developed films from the booth, facing you with a teasing smile.

“for your eyes only.” you agree, looking up at him. you open the small backpack you brought along with you and he stuffs them all inside mindlessly, his cock still straining painfully in his pants and he might just lose his mind if he’s still not inside of your pussy in the next five minutes.

“can’t walk properly,” you whine out once you step out of the booth, your boyfriend supporting you by the waist.

“sorry, baby.” he presses an apologetic kiss on your temple. “but i’m not done with you yet.” he really doesn’t give a fuck if anyone heard the both of you at all, but he knows that you’re starting to worry, so he makes sure that you keep your eyes on him as you walk your way out of the place.

“are we going to your place? or mine?” you ask once you get out, the cool air of the mall embracing you. you shiver lightly. your boyfriend doesn’t respond, but when he starts dragging you towards the movie theater that is just beside the arcade, you realize the answer to your question.

“jungkook, really?” you hiss at him, but don’t make any efforts to stop him as he leads you to the restrooms.

“i’m so fucking hard right now, babe. i can’t wait anymore.” they’re about to close up in an hour, so the place is basically deserted. but still, you can’t believe what you’re about to do right now. he peeks in the women’s and once he made sure it’s clear, you go in to the farthest cubicle.

“damn woman,” his throaty chuckle makes your center throb again as you immediately pull down his sweatpants along with his boxers, his big cock slapping against his stomach. you lick a stripe from his balls up to his tip, then gathering saliva in your mouth and letting it drip down his length. his breathing gets heavier at the sight of doing such a filthy action without him asking you to. he strokes your cheek as you jack him off and give his head kitten licks, your spit acting as an effective lube.

“put it in your mouth now, baby.” he says softly, grasping your hair to guide your mouth on his cock. “choke on it, yeah?” you hum in submission to his request, relaxing your throat to take in as much of him as you can. you start to bob your head up and down to get used to the feeling, your hand still wrapped around the few inches left.

“fuck, you look so pretty like this. i’ve been thinking about it all day.” his confession made you all warm inside. you’ve always wondered how you managed to become his girlfriend. sometimes, it feels to good to be true. knowing the effect you have on him even when you’re not around made you even more determined to blow his damn mind. to be the only star of his wildest dreams.

you go down on him until your nose reach his pubic area, carefully breathing out through it. “oh my god, that’s my girl.” he thrusts his hip forward and holds your head down in place, making you choke on him like he wanted to. his moans sends tingles to your pussy and you rub your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to relieve yourself of some pressure. he lets you breathe in some air before you take him in your mouth again, swallowing around his length as you move your head up and down.

“ohhh, fuck. your mouth is s-so warm. you like this huh? sucking me off outside our rooms for the first time?” he can’t help but to move his hips as well, instinctively following your mouth. your moans vibrate on his dick, and he hisses at the added sensation. “and you called me what? so, so dirty? turns out you’re just as fucking filthy, baby.” and there it is again, the mischievous smile on his face that makes your knees (that you’re sure will be bruising soon enough) weak. you know that he’s right. you can’t help but to whimper around him when you feel wetness drip from your hole. you want to touch yourself so bad but your hands on your boyfriend’s flexing muscular thighs are what’s keeping you steady and grounded.

“ohh- ah, fuck fuck fuck! are you fucking kidding me?” his body jerks when you take all of him and stay still, contracting your throat around him and massaging his balls in your small and soft hand. his brain goes on a frenzy at the waves of pleasure rippling in his body, sweat rolling down his temples and abdomen working hard to stop himself from cumming down your throat. “s-shit, stop it, stop it, stop, i’m gonna blow my load.”

you pull him out with a pop, hand gripping his base to keep his orgasm at bay. his glassy eyes meet your own, and you give him a wink. “are you gonna fuck me now?”

a shiver runs up jungkook’s spine. “you’re so fucking hot. come here.” he helps you get up and snakes his tongue in your mouth, pinning you on the other side of the cubicle. his hand sneaks in under your dress to cup your center, groaning against your mouth when he felt how wet you are. “shit, you’re soaking. did you get this turned on by sucking my dick?”

“really turned on. i love blowing you.” you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger, blinking up at him with a smile.

“you’re actually killing me here.” he chuckles, squeezing your ass and pulling you close to grind himself on you. he drags down your panties until you step out of them, throwing it on top of your backpack. he tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers. “jump.” you obey, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he pumps his cock a few times before teasingly running the tip along your wet folds, a nudge on your clif making you moan quietly. “put it in, please. jungkook? i’ve been good, right?”

“shhh, i got you.”

you hold on to his neck tightly as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure. it’s amazing how you can feel so stretched out from the very beginning, only his tip yet breaching your walls. you never really got used to it. “you’re so big, kook.” you cry out against his shoulder as he sinks his entire length into you. your praise inflates his ego. he lets you adjust for a moment, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder.

when you gave him the signal, he begins thrusting into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you like. the lewd squelching sounds of your connected sex filled the empty room.

“sh-should’ve done this sooner. ahh fuck, why does this feel so good?” you’re out of your mind. you can’t remember a time you felt this horny. and to be brutally honest, he’s fucking you dumb right now. you can feel every ridge of his cock in you, can feel his tip furiously and consistently stimulating the spot in you that has you writhing in his arms, that along with his pelvis grinding against your clit each time he fucks back into you.

“jesus, are you hearing yourself right now? you like doing it outside with me, baby?”

“yes, yes! oh, harder, please. m-more, i’m close again.” you sob out, biting on his shoulder to cover your cries.

“can’t believe i got myself a filthy little slut here.” he shakes his head in mock disbelief, adjusting his hold on you and fucking you with a much fiercer drive to make you cream on his cock this time. “f-fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he breathes out a laugh followed by a broken moan, your soft walls enveloping him in your wamth. “cum when you need to, hmm? you’ve been so good to me.”

you mutter countless thank you’s mixed with your moans and whimpers, the pleasure getting too much to bear. you throw your head back as you orgasm on your boyfriend’s cock, clenching around him uncontrollably as he fucks you through it, desperate to reach his own high. your juices drip down to his balls, and it makes him crazier. he takes the opportunity create marks on your neck, sucking and biting red and purple on your skin.

it’s not long before overstimulation takes place, but you don’t complain, not when it feels this good. another orgasm hits you, not as intense as the first two, but it still got you seeing stars and your body shaking against the wall.

“did you just cum again? oh god, fucking shit. i’m there- so fucking close. you feel so- oh, so good. love you. love you a lot.”

“i want to swallow your cum.” your voice is barely there, but jungkook hears you just fine. he almost chokes on his own spit upon registering your words in his brain. without wasting any time, he sets you down on the floor and you kneel infront of him, mouth open and tongue out.

he jacks himself off while you generously lick at his frenulum, looking up at him expectantly. the sight of you all eager and impatient for his cum finally triggers his release, aiming for your tongue but some still landing on your cheeks and chin as he’s too overwhelmed and shaken to see straight. you swallow happily, licking the rest from your fingers.

“god, i love you.” he says quietly, pulling you up from the floor and embracing you, but you wiggle out of his grasp.

“love you too but gross, gross, gross. i need to go home and shower.” you whine out, twirling as you try and fix your appearance again.

“not you acting like a brat once you got what you wanted.” he pinches your waist jokingly. he takes tissue from the dispenser to clean up the wetness that dripped down all the way to your thighs, being the loving boyfriend that he is.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you pout at him. “i’m so tired and gross. i hate you.”

“are you asking for it again?”

“no, i swear to god. you owe me a bubble bath and a massage.”

“okay, fine. my place then.” he gives up, shaking his head with a laugh at your change of mood. “i love you. can i get a kiss then?”

you tiptoe to reach him, slightly pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to give him a smooch. “i love youuu.”

once you both make yourself presentable (again) to the best of your abilities, you head out of the restroom first. you notice the cashier at the popcorn place eyeing you suspiciously, especially when jungkook comes out to meet you a few minutes later. you hide yourself behind him in shame.

you walk out of the mall with his hand over your shoulder, yours on his waist. you look at him questioningly when he covers your neck with more of your hair. “maybe i made a little too much.” he winces apologetically.

“we are never doing that again.” you sigh, your legs still feeling weak but you will yourself to make it all the way to the parking lot.

“what? you said you liked it!”

“it was during the moment. i was delirious.”

jungkook rolls his eyes. “you’re lying. let’s see, because that’s also what you said the first time we tried choking.”

“jungkook! shut up!”

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note: i never know how to finish these runs and hides