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This, plus I'd argue that it often leads to being treated as trans women as well and being subjected to parts of transmisogyny, it's why I don't really think the whole TME and TMA thing really works very well in actually identifying transphobia because of how often we're all grouped together as either "lying men pretending to be women" or "lying men pretending to be women and lying about being female to male transgenders", or just "you don't look like either so you must be a male" or some other brand of transphobia and intersexism as well mixed in.
Tbh actually I think that's kind of the point. There's so much intersexism and sexism in general that goes into the whole idea behind "all those who don't conform to gender roles and are their assigned sex are automatically trans women" in terms of grouping us all together as a monolithic entity. "You can't be a happy trans man, so you must be a trans woman" and "it's only when you're unhappy that you're a trans man who's a victim that we must save". Like that in and of itself is kind of the point with transphobia. We can't exist because we undermine the idea that "the issue of transness is trans women so trans men and intersex people are all trans women by default, unless they are sad or traumatised in any sort of way because then they're victims of trans women". It's only ever one or the other, and that always changes he idenity you're perceived as because the only "real" ftm in existence are "victims" they have been able to label as 'detrans victims of the transgender cult". If you're not, you don't exist; you're not supposed to exist. So you "must" be a trans woman, that's the "only" explanation for your being here. So they treat you as that because anything else is a lie.
A lot of the times I've been called transphobic bs on the street or online, or treated like shit in an institutional setting like a hospital, it typically starts off with assuming I'm a pre-transition trans woman and start treating me with either microagressions meant towards trans women or explicitly start calling me things like "a creepy man pretending to have a girl's name", and then when I say I'm a trans man they either deny the fact I'm a trans man or insist that's another word for "trans woman" because that ruins their transmisogynistic world view of "all trans women look like men" and "trans men don't exist" or "are broken women so they can't look like men", and I don't look like a frail, broken down victim to them, so I "must be" the former.
"Trans men benifit from invisibility", actually we suffer from the intentional erasure of our identities, history, and culture. An erasure, that is violently enforced through the constant assault, rape, and community isolation that we have to endure silently (because if we speak up we are further punished, further pushed out of communities, and silenced harder).
#erasure and invisibility are oppression#hypervisibility is oppression#none of you benefit from this or from the oppression of each other#<- prev tags#THIS#also adding in the tags:#I'm bigender afab and almost completely pass as a cis (often assumed gay bc I act very feminine) man#Even so when people realise I'm trans be it by how I present as feminine in how I act (and occasionally dress) or bc of my legal name#I'm suddenly treated as a trans woman and the idea that I'm actually ftm just âcan't be a thing to themâ even when I clarify that I'm not -#- a trans woman and that even then they shouldn't treat trans women like that#I'm not a small petite person who looks anything like their image of a girl that's somewhat of a tomboy in their eyes#like yeah some of us look like that and that's also no excuse to assume they're victims#but I personally just DON'T look like that and that's absolutely not allowed to exist#I'm too masculine in how I actually physically look from my beard to fat distribution and hair that I'm âa creepâ#My body type means that I do not look like their victim and look like their stereotype of a trans woman#I'm either a gay feminine man or a trans woman and it really depends on what people WANT to hate at any time for which they choose me to be#Like it's fucked in and of itself that this part of my oppression is because I am deemed as a trans woman#but it also means that these people literally don't care if those they chase after are even trans women or not#as long as you're gnc enough to bully you're a trans woman to them because they have one set image of what queers look like in their eyes#and that's just really fucked up and filled with so much transmisogyny#It makes our struggle all the mkre entangled in one anothers
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Like yeah it has been kinda wild to see tumblr's attitude about comments and reblogs change so much and tbh a lot of it I don't think can even entirely be chalked up to tiktok or twitter users cuz in the 11 years I've used this site we have gone from:
- Early 2010s tumblr where we added stuff to reblogs all the time, no one cared, posts can got so long they glitched your dash and we basically legit has to scroll uphill in the snow both ways to reblog anything bcs the buttons were at the TOP of the post
- To tumblr fixing posts so the reblog/like buttons were at the bottom(which we loved) and made it so reblogs didn't glitch your dash(which we all complained about) but that also made posts Longer which created the era of "sorry my follower added that dumb comment to your post" and "I had to go back x reblogs to find a version of the post without these pointless comments" jokes
- Which then lead into the era of "how dare you leave this in the tags" which tbh felt like a huge correction from the pervious mentality bcs we convinced everyone that adding comments to posts was Bad and so we missed good additions and interactions to the point that screencaping good tags and adding them quickly became common practice
- And around that same time we started seeing people just straight up reblog posts less which has been an ongoing problem
- And then we got into the whole "prev tags" thing where people legit didn't even want to screencap tags anymore for fear of being impolite and causing us to again have to hammer it into people's heads that You Are Supposed To Interact With Posts
- Only for us now to have a site wide epidemic of people who just don't reblog stuff at all which has built on the previous shift and now driven home by users from other sites who just don't get how tumblr works and (mostly) refuse to learn
So yeah, the attitude around it has changed so much and it's honestly kinda fascinating to watch. And I mean I am not trying to get on a high horse but tbh I always hated the "sorry my follower added a dumb comment" jokes because it DID drill it into people's heads that interacting was bad and I think everything after has been us trying to fix the damage that did, which isn't helped again by people from tiktok and twitter who think rebloging things is Wrong for some reason.
Anyway that to say please interact with posts, no one really cares if your comment is bad/un-needed/whatever because the unique humor of tumblr is built on a giant game of "yes, and" and when you refuse to reblog or comment or even so much as screencap funny tags we lose a lot of what makes this site great.
Put yourself out there, comment on the post or in the tags, screencap funny tags and add them, interact with people, share posts so people will SEE them, and especially reblog posts by artists and writers to support their content!! If you feel bad spamming people's dashes just put stuff in your queue so it gets spaced out or just don't care bcs that's how tumblr works and if you don't like that you can just unfollow someone or leave for another website that does work the way you want it to. It's that easy.
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SO I sorta play/am relearning to play the flute and (tenor sax),
Treble clef to read: my beloved. Not quite as used to the bass clef but I *can* given enough time
And I have a midi keyboard that I may have mistaken for being able to ALSO be a keyboard oops but at least it was super cheap when I got it đ
and I have *access* to a trumpet if I so wanted bc the sister played in middle school (cost of buying the cheapest instrument < the cost of renting even just for three years in middle school)
And Iâve always had an obsession with the cello and wanted to play SO hopefully Iâll be able to make space for and save enough money to buy one used and though I HIGHLY doubt it would be in time (especially given Iâd probably need to road trip to get it) âŚor if one of the music stores has an absolutely ridiculous sale⌠thatâs also an option đ
Buuut given I canât really remember how to hold a bow properly and tbh was Not very good at it anyway (but hey I only had one free 30 minute lesson that was SUPPOSED to be for the flute to develop skills further in concert band) Iâd need actual lessons and probably couldnât jsut learn on YouTube but the near city has adult basic cello classes!!
But given that maybe bass or guitar would be better first?? But I donât know if my fingers can reach across the fretboard?? I couldnât really when I played guitar in my hotel suite I got upgraded to (âŚI should. Post to my personal social media at some point bc they probably upgraded me bc Iâm young and they figured I would) but itâs still super fun!!
Or like. I know I can finger the ukulele bc I played in third grade but it broke so I canât anymore but back then it was maaaaybe $40 and I fear it would be twice that (ah yeah they are. Also I donât remember how to play at all) (and ukulele basses are even more expensive)
Buuut I also need to brush up on my theory and tbh bc I play wind, I have no idea about Chord theory or progrsssions. So maybe learning in a keyboard (which are fairly cheap in marketplace but I just. Have a Lot of mini trips coming up⌠so I should not by any means. Especially if I also want to get more tattoos in the fall) also I kinda want an alto sax too since fingerings translate
So I canât really decide what to do next (âget good at your current instruments shatters!!â) also I lost the tenor sax mouthpiece after I washed it so I could hopefully start playing again but in sure itâs kicking around in the kitchen somewhere (tbh Iâll need to wash it again if it is though)
Also considered drums bc Ekits are quieter however I have no space (my sax is currently in the sisâ room đ) and then booked a trip instead :P
And like?? I need to figure out which daw (preferably free) I can use to record stuff~
Ah I should probably get a mic at some point but Iâm hoping my phone or earbuds will do the job for me tbh haha
Wanting to maybe fiddle around with a few covers (prev just Kingdom of Cards but gosh there are SO MANY GOOD SONGS less that I am capable of singing - fuck knows I canât actually sing the way they do and my range is Limited but đ¤ˇđť if Iâm having a good time itâs all good hey)
And then eventually make one of my songs (which. Letâs be honest. Many old lyric papers I recycled now. And I still canât get in to so many of my locked notes in the notes app so I have to most likely come up with something new or newish but thatâs ok what else are emotions for but vent poetry amiright??
Also the ads for nocturnal bass are wearing me down but itâs too expensive when I have no clue what Iâm doing yet. I have a bunch of free sounds loops and resources already⌠as long as I can Actually access them on a portable drive bc my laptop has no space and I need to delete so much off it already tbh
And I know itâs not a tag game but friendly tags for my fellow musicians to ramble on about music/instruments if they want to: @eepymonstrr @ongreenergrasses @hookedhobbies @caffeinatedbraincell @elkkiel (bc drums đ) @branches-in-a-flood (unless itâs too long ago now and doesnât bring you joy to talk about) and anyone else who wants to ! GOODNIGHT!!!
#asks#shatters plays music again#shattersâ fragments#text#shatters rambles#long post#I am so tired I almost fell asleep while typing this post tbh đ°#but I have so much fun rambling about tjisssss#ok night nihh gh t#ask game#ask games
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This is such good insight! I donât write fics about canon characters, but I headcanon a lot so this is very helpful :)
Now I am thinking of Milesâ comfort food being some kind of coconut dessert ( I love coconut but not too educated on Puerto Rican desserts! Will do research before making my Miles, Margo and Gwen headcanon list! )
Also fun little factoid about Miles, in Insomniacâs Miles Morales we see some beta suit designs Miles has doodled and almost all of them take design/inspiration/colors from the Puerto Rican flag! Shame we didnât get his Puerto Rican variant suit in the game, praying itâs a suit in Spider-Man 2! Havenât seen anyone put that on their wishlist but now itâs on mine!!!
more insight on milesâ puerto rican heritage for your fics or fanart
- traditional quinceaĂąeras (or as they are often called by puerto ricans quinceaĂąeros) are really not that common anymore, most girls nowadays have pool parties or go on a cruise. if miles were to go to one of his cousinsâ 15 birthday party, chances are it would be casualâ no big poofy dress (his mom probably had one like that though)
edit: some people disagree on this. depends on how traditional your family and friend group is I guess, as well as which part of the island you��re from. on average, it seems to be a far bigger deal amongst some other latines. in my class in pr only 3 out of approx 30 girls had a big event like that. not a single one of my cousins had a traditional quince either so you could say Iâm partly biased bc of my own experiences. i personally just had a big pool party
- plantains are a big part of our diet. also, pr being an island in the caribbean, coconut is in a lot of our desserts. if miles had to pick a favorite fruit I hc heâd pick either one of the two lol also please google our food, our food isnât actually spicy so much as savory
- we âcelebrateâ thanksgiving like other americans. itâs about the only time we eat oven roasted turkey. for winter holidays (christmas eve/day, new years eve/day, three kings day/eve) oven roasted pork. chicken might be offered as a second option for people who donât consume pork for whatever reason
- youâre pretty much taught how to dance as soon as you can walk. most of us have basic rhythms down. chances of miles dancing with his mom or friends at parties? astronomically high.
- the reason why our flag is everywhere, besides pride, is âcause it was illegal to own it. look up the gag law that prohibited us from even displaying it at our homes. so itâs actually an awesome detail in these movies
- this is my opinion/a fun fact but I feel like miles is basically an homage to black and puerto rican (specifically nuyorican) solidarity around the 70s-80s during the creation of hip-hop and rise of graffiti as a form of expression (you can easily read up on this or watch shows like the get down to learn more about this if youâre curious)
- whether youâre ânuyoricanâ or âfrom the islandâ spanglish is common so milesâ mixing english and spanish isnât odd bc even rio does this as miles points out in the party scene. he isnât a âno saboâ kid so much as someone with a strong accent. he understands his mom perfectly
- race â ethnicity. there are plenty of black people in and from Puerto Rico, and milesâ pr family in the spiderverse films are designed to be for the most part afro-latine. so I wouldnât really call him biracial
- the puerto rican day parade wouldnât be a thing he skips, heâs gifted a special suit for it in a comic run. his puerto rican heritage is important to him!
#what he represents matters a lot to me#spiderverse#miles molares#spiderman#punkflower#gwiles#flowerbyte#prev tags bc i am not adding much to this!!#miles is a character that like. in all of his stories lots of communities are represented and itâs so cool???#i sorta get why they dont do it with peter but at the same time the dude lives in nyc which has a lot of different cultures and its a shame#like in the miles morales video game the vibe of harlem in that game and the background characters made harlem feel like the real world#haley i think her name was? so glad we got deaf rep! also love that miles knows asl#actually gonna look this up but i wonder if puerto rico has seperate sl from other spanish countries? like the uk and thhe us both have two#different languages for signing so?#OH MY GOODNESS#Puerto Rican Sign Language is real! also headcanon that he knows that!#itâs quite similar to asl actually so honestly he probably learned prsl first and then asl#quadlinigal miles!! thats the headcanon#hopefully I remember to include that in the headcanon post ive been foreshadowing for daus#been mulling it over because i like have thoughts about margo but idk a lot about her and dont wanna say anything innaccurate to her lore
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For context: The first image is a screenshot of a post I reblogged with the tags I left on my reblog, and the second screenshot are tags @beatsyncer replied to mine with
[Image Description: The first image is a screenshot of a post that reads: "fuuuuuck i miss the internet 10-15 years ago when it was ugly as shit and really bad for me in a different way than it is now". My tags read: "not to be that person but this is what some vocaloid fans sound like now, i can elaborate but on an ask/different post". The second image is a screenshot of different tags that read: "@ prev (this is beatsyncer asking) pls elaborate about vocaloid bc i think i'll agree with you, also too much nostalgia for things that werent that great in general". End Image Description]
You kind of touched on it a little bit with the mention of the nostalgia for things that weren't really that great tbh
Let me preface by saying I understand missing the old vocaloid/vsynth community. Hell, I miss it too, a lot. But a lot of people who say this I feel are just blinded by nostalgia, because let's be real, the old community kind of REALLY sucked
The refusal to give credit to producers? We still make memes about the "song by Miku and no one else, just Miku uwu" people, and tbh we still have some remnants of those days
The normalization of problematic age gaps and sexualization of minors and other terrible things is something else that comes to mind immediately. With this I am not judging every single person that still listens to some of these old songs that would've been more questioned had they been released today, but I am still using it to drive my point home. "I miss the old fandom" You miss the fandom that popularized a song glorifying incest to the point it got added to the Project Diva games?
This was a problem of the old Internet in general too, but also the spreading of art without giving credit to the artist was so rampant it's another remaining problem. (And yes, removing credit to artists is still a problem today, but trust me it was SO bad before, at least we're a little bit better now)
I can think of a few more things but I can't word them well, so I'm ending the post here. Basically, how I feel about people that talk about missing the old vocaloid community a bit too much is the same way I feel about the people that go on about "vocaloid being dead/a dying fandom". Like hmm, there may be some truth in there... but are you sure about that?
#if anyone wants to add on please do your opinions are all welcome#vocaloid#vsynth#cat rambles#my id
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I am not used to Tumblr yet but my sister told me that you posted something about being upset about stolen tags and I just wanted to apologize. I'm not very good at understanding the like- right things to do on here ig? Basically, I didn't mean to just steal your tags idk what to do when they're funny and you wanna repost them but they aren't yours.
absolutely don't worry about that at all! i sort of figured that that was the case after checking out your blog- it's happened to me before and i'm pretty sure that was Just Because so that was the real genesis of my post lol. also being new is absolutely lawless i think i added a comment to every single post i came across when i first joined so you get a pass
for future reference usually when you like someone's tags you can tag your post #prev tags, and then it's up to you whether you want to add the entire block of tags or not- tbh every time i see a #prev i automatically go and check the blog they reblogged from bc i'm curious. ALSO you can add your own tag commentary which is smth i do all the time (bc as you can tell im very verbose lmao)
the only issue i have with quote unquote stolen tags is that pretty much everything else you do on here has automatic credit- like if you reblog a post and add a comment and then someone else likes that comment and rbs after you your name is on the comment. same w replies that people screenshot and add to posts (although sometimes i see people leave out the name which i think is weird but it's pretty uncommon). personally i do the bulk of my replying in the tags themselves so i get a little shifty ab the whole thing
#i'll go ahead and delete the post though :) ty for reaching out and sorry for being inadvertently mean đ#asked and answered
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Did you know that tumblr will generate "year in review" stats for single-purpose sideblogs? I didn't!
I posted 9 times in 2022
That's 9 more posts than 2021!
6 posts created (67%)
3 posts reblogged (33%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@thebibliosphere
@terezis
@bythebyandbithebi
I tagged 8 of my posts in 2022
Only 11% of my posts had no tags
#prev tags - 1 post
#but i am legitimately glad sponsoring the post is amusing to people - 1 post
#if you only intend to communicate with one person - 1 post
#i mentioned this another post but when you use tags you are communicating with everyone who follows or browses your blog - 1 post
#i also have adhd and hard same - too often it's a boring slog without a worthwhile reward especially for sequential prev tags - 1 post
#they passed peer review - 1 post
#like you are achieving communication with *your* intended target but at the expense of being irritating to all other people - 1 post
#or maybe it's a little more like having a full-voice phone convo in rhe middle of a group of people? - 1 post
#not as long as the og but still - 1 post
#long post - 1 post
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#like actually putting the tags in question on your own reblog (whether in the tags or in the text or in a screenshot) is objectively better
My Top Posts in 2022:
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https://theladydrgn.tumblr.com/post/681999207675150336 are you aware someone screenshotted a portion of your post and it's up to 10k notes
I saw that come across my dash separately a bit ago, I think it's hilarious. I'm not familiar with the OP of the screenshot post but if I had to guess, I'd guess that 10k notes is prolly bc thebibliosphere reblogged it and her following is gargantuan.
(I actually follow thebibliosphere, too, and i saw her reblog of it before you pointed it out, although I didn't notice the note count until you pointed it out so thank you so much đ
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Screenshots are inaccessible to visually impaired people. If you feel that strongly about it please just promote copy/pasting instead
fun fact! the original post, if you read it all the way through, describes copy-pasting, either within the tags of your reblog or within the text, as alternatives if you donât want to screenshot
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apparently iâm getting kungpowpenisâd but bc I turned off notes for this sideblog Iâm immune from the negative effects~~~
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Because the prev tags is not for you or any of my followers but for the person who wrote the tags ofc but I appreciate the amount of effort you put into this cause you must feel very strongly about it
someone rb'd with a picture of martin luther getting his thesis-nailing on, which probably wasn't meant in a complimentary way but I thought was funny.
also, direct message.
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My #1 post of 2022
JUST TAKE A SCREENSHOT
If you see tags that someone else left on a post and want to share them with your followers (or anyone else who chances across your blog), please, please, PLEASE: don't use "prev tags," or "previous tags" or "prev prev tags" or any variation that may occur to you at the moment you're making that decision.
The very best way on Tumblr to:
share that information in the tags with people who follow you, or
continue a conversation that the person who said that thing in the tags, or
let everyone know how hard you're cackling at a joke someone made, or
whatever other reason you're drawing attention to someone else's tags
is to actually add the tag in question to the version of the post as it will appear when you reblog it. A screenshot is the most durable way to do this, since it gets included in all the downstream reblogs from your own, but if you don't want that for some reason, just replicate the actual tag in question in the tags of your reblog. If you're absolutely, vehemently against the screenshot, including the tags in question could look like this:
or like this:
OP has some really great tags:
#cool additional commentary tangential to the original topic #user who added the tags didn't include them in the body of the post but you thought they were important
and I think everyone should see them
The biggest reason to do this is that nobody wants a scavenger hunt. This is especially true when the tags in question are from more than one reblog down the line, or ones that you found in the notes on a different reblog chain.
The other big reason is the durability thing mentioned earlier. Maybe the tags you're enamored with came from OP, and they decided they didn't want notifications from the post anymore and deleted it. If you used "omg OP's tags đš" with no further clarification, that information is lost forever when OP deletes the post. Same case if OP (or the person you reblogged from) deactivates, or gets deactivated. Actually including the tags in question makes sure that as long as someone is viewing it on your blog (or on any downstream reblog from you, if you used a screenshot) they can see the same thing you did.
Using "prev tags" instead of actually including the tags you're talking about results in a significant decrease in the usability of the website. Please, just screenshot the tags, or reproduce them in your post.
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hi prev anon here! "wags" as a tag would be perfect. and tbh i'm not on the george tag nearly as much so whatever works best for you in terms of your umgeorge sideblog!
i saw your other asks and i just have to say i totally agree! i'm literally about mick's age (so i guess the core audience maybe) but i just find the "influencer/content creator" stuff to be...inauthentic i guess? it's just REALLY not for me (tbh makes me a little uncomfortable at times which is totally a me thing) and i try my best to curate my space so i don't see it.
thank you so much for understanding - i genuinely appreciate it <3
okiedokie! i'll do my damnedest to remember <3 you can also just put her ig/tiktok handle on the like keywords blacklist, that way if i ever do forget it'll still be hidden bc 'lailahasanovic' is in the caption c: and yeah like. i struggle, cuz influencers are unfairly singled out for judgment for basically commodifying their existence, being insincere/inauthentic to do it, and capitalizing on their conventional attractiveness, none of which are new things, but the particular way they do it just gives me the ick. i've had a deep-seated hatred of advertising from a rather young age and effectively their entire life is an ad that they're pretending isn't, BUT THEN ALSO i watch pro sports and am attached to my f1 drivers, who also have public personas that were crafted by others to be appealing to sponsors, so i'm just stewing in my hypocrisy and letting myself bitch apofihaphdadf ANYWAY! hope you have a good weekend ahead dear <3
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question for my beloved mutuals and loyal followers: should i start having an Actual tagging system? would that be beneficial to yall or does no one care? i kno i already occasionally tag some stuff, but should i like start actually consistently tagging all the art/posts i rb as the thing theyre from
#as far as tw tags are concerned i dont have a set system in ppace for that bc like no one has ever asked me to tag specific stuff#i am happy to do so if someone needs me to but u have to lmk#infernalpost#also note i will not be going back and adding prev rbs to the tag system thats too much to go thru
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whats wrong with prev tags
ah okay this may just be me being 'old and crotchety fandom person' (which shouldn't be possible bc i am a child but whatever) but imo prev tags is like..the opposite of how tags should be??
when i started using tumblr, if someone liked/agreed with your tags they would screenshot them or copy them into a reblog. it was like someone telling you 'this is a meaningful contribution to this post!!' and that was important bc like. adding tags would be a suggestion, like these are my thoughts and then someone else would deem it good enough to add to the post--it was collaborative, peer-reviewed, and the vibes were different than just adding it yourself
and like. say you agreed w someone's tags but didn't want to add it to the post, you would retype the previous tags and mention it was from the previous reblog, and i like that so much more than 'prev tags' bc like. it's immediate. so much of tumblr posting system is creating a one-stop-shop with all the content in one post, easy to follow and right there for viewing. all of the content i want to see is right there, put together from different sources and such, chronological and sensical and it's just--the collaboration and the vibes and idk what i'm saying at this point but like, 'prev tags' goes against all the things i love about the tumblr format.
also i know ppl think it's like funny and stuff to make ppl click back through previous reblogs to see the original 'prev tags' but i just find it annoying personally đ
#eb rambles#look no shade to anybody#not trying to start shit#i just don't like prev tags#and none of the ppl on my dash use it#except for one high schooler#whose opinions i don't value anyway#i'm just there for the memes
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I posted 33,446 times in 2021
6857 posts created (21%)
26589 posts reblogged (79%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 3.9 posts.
I added 1,585 tags in 2021
#reblog - 363 posts
#fave - 293 posts
#fae plays stuff - 291 posts
#fae watches stuff - 193 posts
#ace attorney - 103 posts
#/lh - 86 posts
#yttd spoilers - 85 posts
#prev tags - 59 posts
#genshin impact - 57 posts
#yeah - 55 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#all my friends that ive gotten into gi have passed me in ar đ whatever i can exploit your maxed out chars now for my own benefits at least!
My Top Posts in 2021
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celesgiri headcanons
this is fully self indulgent
tea dates!!! whether they go out to cafes or just brew some at home, they like having tea dates :)) they prefer quieter cafes when they do go out though
kyoko likes coffee too, so celeste learned how to make her coffee and kyoko makes awesome royal milk tea
celeste LOVES dressing kyoko up. her detective gf is so pretty and she wants to get her pretty dresses to show that
also celeste just. really likes running her hands through kyoko's hair?? likes it's really soft and stuff and hfhdgj
kyoko probably overworks a lot and celeste needs her beauty sleep. that being said, celestia will make kyoko tea and stuff and remind her to rest a lot. to make up for the allnighters, celeste takes a lot of like small naps so she invites kyoko to come too
celeste can get VERY jealous and overprotective lmao. kyoko also does get jealous just less,,,loudly so
they like to hold hands hfhjskg
kyoko loves her goth gf
they're both kinda bad with emotions so it takes them a while to like. confess. they both KNOW they fancy each other though, there's no confusion. it's just,,,kyoko tends to not Really Say Much At All and celestia hides it behind half lies and offhand compliments
celeste uses pet names like dear, darling, old fashioned stuff like that, and also a lot of like. princess and things
kyoko though doesn't use tooo many petnames, more so nicknames and stuff.
kyoko is definitely a cat person so she and grand bois chĂŠri ludenberg get along very well
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id like to think im smart
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new rb/ask game what would your objection bubble be if you were in ace attorney
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expose yourself by listing which ace attorney singular case side characters are your favourites, ill go first
247 notes ⢠Posted 2021-08-12 20:16:22 GMT
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ace attorney??? more like really fucking gay attornies who are SO THICKHEADED i am going to kill them
why couldnt this just be a fandom thing like i thought it was before i played. why cant they just make these canon. why must we suffer so
i dont even want them to be canon cuz yknow normal reasons, i just want the fu kdingnf PINING TO STOP cuz its SO MUCH WORSE EVERY TIME
wrightworth? killed me. not bc of their cuteness or normal ship reasons, nooo instead you change your entire major for a guy you knew for 4 months when you were 9 and book a private jet cuz you thought the guy was dying and gain unnecessary feelings and have that man shine brilliantly in your eyes and share a deep dark secret with the exact same girl who just confessed her love to a guy and being great partners and trusting in each other to find the truth and enjoy biting into apples because theyre red and
klapollo? dont even get me started. once again, not because of normal ship reasons, but because they make me so infuriatingly mad. but yknow being used to getting inspected by the ladies but feeling that way for the first time with a man and calling each other cool while blushing and treating your guitars like lovers instead of smashing them on stage and singing a song about your boyfriend being the prosecutions witness and taking care your heart isnt stolen away and wiping pretty smiles off your opponents face and pulling the darkness out of him and being dazzled and literally asking him out to dinner is all normal and straight dude stuff
lanamia? girlfriends? really? i cant believe you thought that going to law school together and being both a detective and prosecution at the same time she was a defense attorney and being close enough to her you had to push her away and break contact when you got involved with a murder and dying at the hands of the man that blackmailed her and her being the first person you tried to contact when you were in trouble and being attracted to her (intellectually) could possibly mean anything not straight at all.
franmaya?? wtf are you on about??? wdym you saw acts of lesbianisms when two women admire each others strengths for being so strong in her own way in the exact same situation as herself and when theyre narrative foils and when one of them avoids whipping the other despite not doing this for pretty much anyone else and when she spends all night on a freezing cold mountain doing something extremely difficult to make sure the other is okay and out as soon as possible?
faraskye? HA dont make me laugh. why are you even telling me about how theyre literally a detective and thief which fits the trope perfectly and about how they investigate together and about how they worry about each other and how they both have big dreams about their careers in the future which theyre super passionate about and have entirely planned until something comes in their way?? this is all heterosexual behaviour???
blackmadhi? you mean having opposite designs that are black + edgy and white + holy while having the complete opposite personalities to their outfits and calling each other sad monk and reverse panda while fiercely going off against each other because neither of them can bear to lose and putting up facades to keep others away from their true selves but still caring about their younger siblings and doing anything for their sakes? yeah i dont see it.
junithena? youve got to be kidding. playing together in the woods as children and growing up to still remember each other even when others dont approve and being determined to help her find her true self and being worried that shes anxious while remembering what happens when she does even though its been years and getting mad at anyone who bothers her and sobbing because she gave you an orange and promising to defend her no matter what and taking a risk so that she doesnt get in trouble in court and calling each other nicknames and getting jealous that two people are fighting over her love while calling her a bunch of compliments and being supportive but sad when she gets a crush on a guy for some weird forking reason doesnt mean anything at all.
asoryuu????? whaaaat??? cant believe you ever thought that being certified besties and taking a huge risk so that said bestie wouldnt lose their dream and calling each others partners like every line and that thinking hes the pride and joy of your university and not sleeping in the same bed so you can go into the closet and teasing each other while still showing your unbreakable bond is homosexual activity.
tldr: theyre straight /s and i hate them
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how to appease your asian aunties ch. 3 - spring break
* icym: this was prev. a guide to social gatherings but i changed the title bc i still think iâm funny that way
description: in the immortal words of blood-related aunts and aunts youâre not even related to but forced to call your aunt at reunion parties, âdo you have a boyfriend?â member: jisung / han genre: fluff, fake dating au, implied rich kids au, eventual childhood / best friends to lovers au, college au, implied fem reader (but i still used they/them pronouns) word count: 5.4k chapter warning: food, a conversation calling out toxic asian family culture oops note: iâm not confident with this one bc i had to re-write this two times (?) with diff. plot directions + srsly idk what happened here what was the point am i ok + i didnât post this accidentally this time !!!!Â
ch. 1 // ch. 2Â //Â series masterlist
After seeing you and Jisung interact during your trip to the mall, your mom has started loving this new idea of you dating one of her close friendsâ sons so much that she has not-so-discreetly started conspiring with Mrs. Han in order to see the two of you together as much as possible. From invitations for snacks and drinks at oneâs house every day after school to whole-day activities on the weekends (usually to the mall or the cinema), it didnât take long before you and your own best friend put two and two together and conclude that your respective moms have somewhat developed an auntie type of obsession over your fake relationship.Â
This idea that your moms would love you and Jisung together so much to this extent initially flew past your head when you started this fake relationship last Christmas. You were only thinking of casually fake dating your best friend, after all; such arrangement ideally confined only in social gatherings where invasive relatives and family friends ask about your love life endlessly. You genuinely did not expect that that Jisung would start tagging along to you and your parentsâ Sunday movie dates and side with your dad every time you disagree on your selected movieâs ending; or that you would not be parting ways with Jisung after school anymore when you reach your house and he has to drive another block to get to his.
But for the most part, youâve decided as the weeks fly by with this new added twist in your everyday, itâs fun and, even at times, cute. Though Mrs. Han dotes on you more now, like youâre her own child, and your mom is starting to be more talkative around Jisung since they now have you to talk about, you still get to eat snacks either your mom or Mrs. Han made, hog the extraordinarily fast wifi at Jisungâs house, and get free movie tickets and shopping bags from when youâre going out with the otherâs family on the weekends. Plus, itâs made your workaholic mom come home earlier just to see you and Jisung lounging in your living room and Mrs. Hanâs worries lessen now that Jisungâs busy with something else that isnât academics or whatever it is he does with his Bumble and Tinder apps.Â
At times, itâs tiring having to hang out with your best friend under the guise of a couple, especially when you didnât really plan for it to be this way, but you canât deny that there are perks to it.Â
So, you wait more patiently for Jisung every day after your classes now even when he usually takes a lot of detours to see his friends before driving over to you on the other side of campus. You still hang out with your friends, Ryujin and Chaeryeong, after classes, of course, but you part ways with them just a little bit earlier now to anticipate Jisungâs Convertible pulling up in front of your building and unnecessarily yelling at you to get in even when heâs the one awfully late.Â
Because if you were to choose between your other best friends and a free expensive snacks, youâd always choose the latter without fail.Â
âYou know,â Chaeryeong comments next to you on this particular Friday, stretching her legs down to the steps below you three while you scroll through your phone and Ryujin naps on your shoulder with her earphones still plugged in. âif I didnât know that youâre ditching us earlier for free fake dating food, I wouldâve thought that you and squirrel boy were seriously dating.âÂ
âYou always think weâre dating either way.â You roll your eyes, not even sparing a glance at the smug grin on her features. âAnyway, arenât you happy weâre âdatingâ now? Itâs what youâve always hoped for but, you know, fake.âÂ
Only then do you turn to Chaeryeong over your shoulder, also scrolling through her social media on her phone. She meets your gaze after with a scrunched up nose and furrowed eyebrows. âHm,â She pretends to contemplate, placing her index finger up to her chin. âI donât know. I think Iâll have to wait until someone caves and you actually develop feelings for each otherâlike in books!âÂ
âSeriously?â You deadpan with pursed lips, only making her laugh. âOf all things you could bring up.â
Chaeryeong shrugs in response with a knowing smile, chuckling when your expression doesnât change. âYou never know!â She replies in her defense, laughing all the way. âYou did say after break that youâre just going to fake date if thereâs an event but itâs Spring Break tomorrow already and youâve been fake dating every day since classes started again.âÂ
âSounds like a romantic trope to me.â She comments last teasingly before you can even interject, swiftly dodging your hand when you reach up to try and smack her. Literature majors, really.Â
âFor one, I donât want to date Jisung, Iâve seen enough of him my whole life for that and I donât think Iâm in the mood to date in general. And besides, weâre only a âcoupleâ at home when someoneâs mom is watching.â You counter as you retract your free hand back to your side, alternating your gaze between her and your other hand with your phone. Jisungâs last message is that of him informing you that heâs making a quick stop at the International Relations department today to hand Hyunjin his books ten minutes ago. Knowing him, if he didnât get lost or got distracted by a kiosk selling coffee, heâs probably on his way now. âAnd you know I love free stuff, it just happens to come only if I hang out with Jisung these days.âÂ
âSo what happens when you âbreak upâ? And I donât mean the cute perks from the aunties.â Chaeryeong asks next, leaning back on her propped elbows now that the stairs going up to your college building have started to cool down from being exposed to the sun the entire day. âI mean, itâs back to normal for us as your friendsâI do miss not having to remind my parents that youâre a couple nowâbut your moms are going to think itâs weird that you suddenly broke up and went back to being friends like nothing happened.âÂ
âI already told you and everyone else, weâll think about that when it happens.â You shrug both at her and the nagging thought in your mind that she has a point. Â
âAnd when exactly will that happen?â She prods on, smiling smugly at knowing that you and Jisung never talked about this certain part of your current predicament clearly. ââDating until everyone doesnât think of Jisung as a fuckboy or when aunties stop offering blind datesâ sounds vague to me.â
You see Chaeryeongâs smile grow bigger when you donât answer immediately, accidentally letting time pass until Jisungâs gray Convertible pulls up steps below you with an obnoxious honk.Â
âY/N, my mom bought gelato today!â Jisung yells at you from his roofless car, his radio blasting Bermuda Triangle at an embarrassingly loud volume. âLetâs go!âÂ
You then quickly shake Ryujin awake in response, gently moving her to Chaeryeongâs legs when her eyes open, before standing up and waving goodbye at your two friends. âLike I said, Iâll let you know when it happens.â You hurriedly conclude your conversation with Chaeryeong with a triumphant smile, making her roll her eyes. âSee you after the break!âÂ
Chaeryeong only shakes her head in disbelief, easily letting you go from her interrogation with a wave goodbye. âYou be careful now, hm? Have fun with your ice cream, then!âÂ
You chuckle as you run down the stairs, waving your hand up for her as you move away without sparing a last glance. âDonât worry, Iâll take pictures!â At this, you open the front passenger seat to Jisungâs car and smoothly slide in, haphazardly discarding your backpack next to his at the back before closing the door next to you. âHey, ugly. Glad you didnât get lost on campus.â
âSpeak for yourself, ugly.â Jisung teases back, shifting the carâs gear back to âDrive.â âHow was your day? You three look so bored out of your mind there.â
"Better now that weâre going to eat ice cream at home.â You put your seatbelt on as Jisung now drives the car home, reaching over to the radio in between the two of you after and lowering the volume. âClasses were tiring as usual. What flavors did auntie get, by the way?â
Jisung almost makes the wrong turn with your choice of words, quickly gathering his thoughts and shaking his head. âFuâu-um, Ferrero, strawberry, and mint choco, thatâs what she texted me.â He shrugs, making the correct turn to the nearest campus gate this time.Â
From the corner of his eyes, you nod with a hum as you sink back in your seat, completely missing the way you unconsciously caught him off-guard even with the screech of the car tires. âOh, coolâno pun intended there.â You chuckle to yourself, leaning to the opposite side now to watch the college buildings pass by. âWeâre watching The Conjuring 2, right?â
âYeah.â Jisung scoffs, brushing off what remains of his sudden nervous feeling with the comment. âTch, cool.âÂ
Like every Wednesday and Friday that Mrs. Han prepares you after school snacks and drinks, you and Jisung go through tubs of ice cream and tumblers of water while a horror film is projected on the television of the Hanâs ground floor living room. Mrs. Han, who has her office day off on Fridays, would occasionally drop by and either ask if the two of you need anything or comment on her distaste for horror under her breath.Â
âOh, oh, dear.â She clutches her pearls dramatically, much like her son would, as she passes by for the sixth time to go to the kitchen and catches another glimpse of The Conjuring in the process. She then turns to you and Jisung after to calm her nerves, catching you still sprawled across the sofa with your legs lazily piled on top of Jisungâs.
Of course sheâs seen you in the same position before in the few times you came over as one of Jisungâs friends but the sight now seems different under the guise that you and her son are a couple. Typical mom.Â
âHi, auntie!â You greet her when you catch her from the corner of your eye also for the sixth time, waving your empty spoon in greeting with one hand while the other blindly reaches for Jisungâs laptop on the coffee table to pause the movie. Jisung hides his face under a throw pillow at this, already having enough of his mom snooping around for today and you giving her the time of day. Since when did you get comfy with his mom, anyway? âDo you need anything?â
Mrs. Han immediately shakes her head with a dismissive wave and smile. âAh, nothing, I was just checking up on you two!â She clarifies again. âDo you need anything? Extra pillows? More water?âÂ
You shake your head politely, holding up the water tumblers on your other side reassuringly. âWeâre good but thank you!âÂ
At this, Mrs. Han clasps her hands together in satisfaction. âAlright, if you need anything, Iâll be in the kitchen, then!â She concludes, taking a step back from the door frame. âYouâre staying for dinner, right, Y/N?âÂ
You glance over at Jisung, prying the throw pillow away from his face enough to see him shaking his head and making you feign a teasing frown for his mom. âYou donât want me to stay over dinner, babe?â You taunt with a smile, chuckling when he pushes the pillow back onto his face. Turning to Mrs. Han, you add, âI think Sung doesnât want me staying for dinner, auntie, but Iâll gladly stay over if you want me to; anyway, my parents are coming home late today.âÂ
âWhat? Oh, heâs just being shy!â Mrs. Han dismisses with another wave of her hand. âPlease do stay for dinner. Iâll text your mom for you too.âÂ
âAlright, if you say so.â You nod, giving her your sweetest smile now. âThank you so much!â Â
With that, Mrs. Han then bids you goodbye and proceeds to the kitchen. When the sound of her stilettos fades outside the living room, Jisung removes the throw pillow in front of his face with a groan, scooting closer to you until his shoulders bumped into yours. âMy mom, seriously.â He then smacks you on the shoulder with the throw pillow as you press âplayâ on his laptop again. âYa, are you seriously dining with us tonight?âÂ
You kick his legs under yours in response. âI think itâs cute, itâs not like she caught us doing something weird.â You shrug in his momâs defense. âAnd yes, Iâm staying over because your mom is clearly cooking tonight and I canât say no to an offer and free food.âÂ
âIâll have to get back at you when weâre back at your house on Monday.â He counters back, shamelessly dipping his spoon on the mint chocolate ice cream in your hands. As he bites on the small chocolate drops on the ice cream, a thought then crosses his mind and he asks, âWait, are we still hanging out on Spring Break?âÂ
You turn to him, swatting his hand belatedly before taking a big chunk of his strawberry ice cream. âI donât know, my mom hasnât mentioned anything and I donât think my parents have any plans of going on vacation this break.â You answer truthfully before eating the spoonful of ice cream. âWhat about auntie?âÂ
âNothing from her too.â He shakes his head. âThough weâre definitely going on vacation this Breakâmy dad really wants to check out the new Jeju hotel.âÂ
âWhen are you coming home?âÂ
âFriday night, I think? We leave on Sunday.â He answers, taking a sip of water now that the taste of ice cream is now making his mouth feel sticky. He takes note of how you used the same word again, recovering quicker this time before he could even choke. âSo weâre definitely not hanging out on those days.âÂ
You hum against another spoonful of ice cream, this time from the Ferrero ice cream in the small gap between the two of you. âI mean, itâd be nice to be away from you for onceâweâve literally been joined to the hip after classes and most weekends since the New Yearâbut that would mean no free food which would be a shame; I really like your momâs cooking.âÂ
âOuch, I didnât know you donât like spending more time with me just for me.â He clutches his chest dramatically, hugging the throw pillow again. âI thought youâd like this since I was away for a year.âÂ
âWe barely hung out before you even left.â You chuckle in amusement, grabbing the pillow from him again and this time lazily discarding it to the other end of the sofa. âI already thought youâre annoying the rare times we hung out before. Now, youâre just the bane of my existence.âÂ
Next to you, Jisung laughs along belatedly, holding his ice cream tub away when you try and take another spoonful of strawberry from him. âYeah but Iâm the bane of your existence that youâre âdatingâ in front of the aunties for free stuff and them leaving you alone.â He points out, giving in to you after when you almost topple over the Ferrero ice cream and handing you his strawberry ice cream. âSo you canât really complain.âÂ
You roll your eyes as you exchange tubs of ice cream. In front of you, a jump scare goes unnoticed as you pay more attention to Jisung anticipating what your next words would be. âIâm grateful,â You clarify in a mumble as you chew on the ice cream. âBut youâre still annoying as hell.âÂ
âNot like youâre any better.â He rolls his eyes with another playful laugh, shifting in his seat. âYeah, I think we shouldnât hang out on Spring Break: weâre going to âbreak upâ if we keep meeting too much at this point.âÂ
This time, itâs you who gets another thought at this comment. Shifting in your seat as well so youâre now facing Jisung, you ask in a change of topic, âRight, I meant to ask: when exactly are we âbreaking upâ?â You raise an eyebrow at him when his eyes widen in confusion. âItâs just that Chaeryeong and I were talking about it a while back and it had me thinking.â
âHm? I thought weâll do it a little after Chan and Miyoungâs wedding.â He shrugs nonchalantly. âThere arenât many events after that and Iâm sure the aunties wonât bother you for a while since youâll start working.âÂ
âAnd if they do?â You ask back curiously. âStarting work at your own parentsâ company while going through a âbreak-upâ doesnât exactly guarantee a free pass from blind datesâremember the last time Yeji had a relationship the aunties knew about?âÂ
âRight, that was quite chaotic.â Jisung replies, keeping his spoon in his mouth now instead of eating more ice cream as the unexpected question actually catches him off-guard. âBut, I donât know. I guess we can keep going a little longer after the wedding, until the aunties have someone else to bother or, you knowâif you end up liking someone else.âÂ
You then catch Jisungâs eyes light up at this idea and you hear him quickly add, âHey, how about that?â He then removes the spoon from his mouth, placing his ice cream down in between the two of you. âYou donât have to worry about your elders and we donât have to fake date anymore.âÂ
âActual dating?â You furrow your eyebrows. Jisung nods at this. âYou know how I feel about that. I donât think I want that for myself right now given the changes that are going to happen after we graduate.â You wave your hands around now, setting your ice cream and spoon down before sinking back in your seat. âAnd I especially donât want that just for the sake of getting people to mind their own business; itâd be like giving in to the pressure in a way.âÂ
You glance over at Jisung to see him nodding thoughtfully now, an unfamiliar look crossing his features before he meets your gaze and comments, âOkay, thatâs fairâbut we both know itâd be too troublesome to fake date for a long time.â He then sighs, sinking into his own spot and leveling with your gaze.
Suddenly, you feel a shift in the air around you as Jisung sets his ice cream down on his other side. âAish, donât you just wish you can talk back to older people?â
âYeah.â You nod in agreement this time, pursing your lips. The air suddenly felt sincere now, a bit comical since the people keep screaming on the television in front of you but, for some reason, you donât feel like laughing because Jisung isnât despite obviously having the same thoughts. âI mean, we all know that the talks about dating and career and everything else are often in good-nature but a lot of times theyâre just invasive and a bit rude.âÂ
When Jisung doesnât reply as quickly, you nudge his shoulder and add, âI especially think of the time you told some of the parents during Yejiâs birthday about your plans to study in Malaysia and how negatively they received it because they think you wonât graduate on time and that you should just finish college quickly and work.â Jisungâs eyes widen in surprise this time. âThey donât know how hard you work in your studies or how you really wanted to go abroad and explore and I really wanted to scold them for it.âÂ
âY-You still remember that?â He asks in disbelief, earning him a casual nod from you.Â
âOf course,â You confirm, your free hand unconsciously balling into fists on your lap at the memory. âIâve never wanted to yell at my momâs friends until that point even when you tried laughing it off so Iâm glad you proved them wrong when you came back during Christmas and impressed them when they asked about it again.âÂ
You see Jisung chuckle under his breath shyly, tearing his gaze at you for a moment. âYou mentioned that night that you were annoyed. I never knew you were this annoyed.â He muses out loud. âThanks.âÂ
âThinking about it now, I feel a bit bad,â You point out after, heaving a frustrated sigh. âYouâre keeping up with fake dating me even though it just started as a little joke last Christmas to protect me in a way but I couldnât stand up to you two years ago.âÂ
Looking up at Jisung, he grins at you reassuringly and shakes his head, effectively easing the atmosphere back into being more lighthearted. âNo, itâs okay.â He dismisses your frown. âJust knowing what you really thought then is fine already.âÂ
âAnd,â He shifts in his seat after, transferring the tubs of ice cream in between the two of you now to his other side so he can scoot closer. âI get free food every other day from your mom because weâre âdatingâ so itâs nothing, really.âÂ
You scoff when he breaks out into laughter. âRight, of course.â You deadpan before breaking out into genuine laughs yourself. âWhat was I even thinking, talking about sincere things with you?âÂ
The two of you laugh for a while, even more when Jisung pretends to complain that you just 'wastedâ the last act of the movie talking about âmushy stuff.âÂ
âStop complaining, dummy,â You smack his elbow, sitting up properly now as the credits begin to roll. âyou entertained my rants instead of stopping me so itâs your fault too.âÂ
âBecause you brought up something of mine from two years ago!â He protests before moving away to gather all your scattered snacks to the coffee table, laughing in disbelief all throughout. âI had to respond or itâd be rude!âÂ
You only roll your eyes at him, making the two of you laugh even harder. You then lean back on the sofa, stretching your hands above your head and removing your legs off of Jisung while he disconnects his laptop from the television and closes both electronic gadgets.Â
Turning to you, after, you see his laughs turn into a small sincere smile once again. âBut seriously,â He says, glancing back at you from his shoulder. âThanks.âÂ
âFor?â You prod him teasingly, earning you a groan of frustration from him.Â
âFor almost getting mad at the elders?â He jokes back with a raised eyebrow before going back to being sincere again. âNah, for being understanding with me and my choices.âÂ
âOf course,â You reply casually. âeven if we joke around a lot, youâre one of my best friendsâwell, as if I had a choice in that, you know me too well and too long.â  Â
âWay to ruin the moment.â He frowns at you in feigned disappointment, making you chuckle, until another thought crosses his mind. âAnd, Y/N?âÂ
âHm?â You look up expectantly at him.Â
âWe have to break up some time after the wedding but Iâll still try and protect you,â He clears his throat awkwardly. âfrom the ârudeâ and âinvasiveâ comments after, I mean. You should do whatever you want to do freely and date seriously when you want, not when older people pressure you into it.âÂ
At this, your gaze softens at him visibly, even more when he doesnât make other hints that heâs joking. âThank you.â You mumble, just loud enough for only him to hear when you see Mrs. Han pass by the hallway again. âYou should too, you know, do whatever you want and date whenever you want to.â
Jisung opens his mouth to speak but, behind him, you catch a glimpse of Mrs. Han suddenly returning to the hallway and stopping by the living room entrance again, waving at you and unintentionally cutting her son off. âY/N, Sungie, dinnerâs ready!â She informs you before Jisung could even get a single syllable out, making him purse his lips in annoyance with his face hidden from his own momâs view. âY/N, I already texted your mom, by the way, and she said itâs fine that you stay over for dinner.âÂ
You turn to the side and nod at Mrs. Han, chuckling when you see Jisung hiding his hands on his lap and exaggeratedly curling his fingers up in frustration. âThank you, auntie! Weâll be right there!â You assure her, smiling up at her until she disappears back to the opposite direction of the kitchen.Â
Turning back to Jisung, you swat his finger tips back into relaxing with a laugh. âGuess we have to go back to adhering to the system and fake dating for now, though.â You conclude with a giggle, standing up from the sofa and fixing your clothes. âWhat were you going to say before your mom barged in?âÂ
After a moment of silent contemplating, Jisung ends up shaking his head and following you, gathering the tubs of ice cream in his hands. âIt was nothing.âÂ
âReally?â You ask, elbowing him gently before picking up your water tumblers from the sofa. âCome on, tell me.â
âItâs nothing, seriously.â Jisung assures you with a laugh, walking ahead of you out of the living room and turning around to see you catch up. âCome on, leech, dinner time.âÂ
You bump his shoulder with a laugh when you manage to catch up with him, âShut up, youâre also a leech.âÂ
âBut not on this day, youâre in my house.â He corrects.Â
Dinner with the Hans regrettably passes too soon even with all of Mrs. Hanâs questions on your school life and post-college plans; and Mr. Han bringing up embarrassing and, at times, even exaggerated stories from when you and Jisung were children. When Mr. Han is suddenly forced to retreat back into his home office to attend to a minor emergency (hastily bidding you and Jisung goodnight) and Mrs. Han managed to win in your argument over you helping her and the house helpers to do the dishes, the old grandfather clock at the house entrance strikes quarter to 9 PM which prompts Jisung to offer you company in walking back home.Â
âYes, how thoughtful of you, Sungie! Do walk Y/N home!â His mom comments with a proud grin as she shoos you out of the kitchen. âIâll see you after Spring Break, Y/N, okay?âÂ
You nod, giving her one last side hug, careful of the dish washing liquid bubbling up on her pink gloves. âHave fun on your trip to Jeju, auntie!âÂ
âIâd ask you to come along if it didnât turn out so last minute, I did mention it on New Yearâ She jokes, much to Jisungâs horrified face. âOh, Sungie, whatâs that look for? Donât you want Y/N to go on a trip with us next time?âÂ
You giggle nervously, pulling away from the hug after and taking a step back to Jisungâs side. âMaybe next time, auntie? I have lots of deadlines this break, anyway.â
âYa!â Jisung hisses at you discreetly, pouting again that youâre entertaining his momâs antics. You only elbow him in response.Â
In front of you, Mrs. Han seriously contemplates on the idea before waving her drier glove. âYes, it is quite last-minute right now since we leave on Monday.â She smiles fondly. âNext time, it is, then!âÂ
âOkay, thatâs enough planning for a future trip!â Jisung quickly interjects before you can humor his mom longer, placing an arm over your shoulder and turning you around to face the open door leading outside. âItâs getting late and I have to walk back here on my own after!âÂ
You wave back at Mrs. Han, laughing when she rolls her eyes at her son before bidding you one last goodnight. âGoodnight, auntie!âÂ
With that, Jisung gently pushes you into a run out of his house, haphazardly closing the door behind him and directing you across the front lawn, to their gates, then, finally, to the dimly-lit streets of your subdivision. Youâre only pulled to a stop when Jisung almost pushes you to a car parked on the house across his, making you laugh.Â
âYa, we didnât have to run out so fast!â You protest, clutching your stomach with one hand while the other hits his side. âMy stomach hurts.âÂ
âYou keep entertaining my momâs ideas!â He playfully whines back in between tired pants, catching his breath quickly before throwing an arm over your shoulder. âIf youâll keep going like this, you might actually become best friends!âÂ
You scoff, keeping his arm on your shoulder anyway as the two of you now walk to the direction of your house. âWatch your words, Han Jisung, or it might actually happen.â You warn him teasingly, adjusting your backpack on your shoulder. âBesides, I was just doing what you were doing on New Yearâhow did you call it?ââearning points.ââÂ
âI also told you then that my mom already likes you so much,â He pouts, easily pulling you flush against him when a lone car passes by. Instinctively, he then moves you to his other side so heâs walking closer to the road. âYouâre just going to be more annoying at this point.âÂ
âWell, I like your mom, too, so Iâm going to be extra annoying from now on,â You grin mischievously. âmaybe until we âbreak upâ then everythingâs going to be awkward for a while.âÂ
Glancing over at Jisung from your side, you see him genuinely frown momentarily before sighing in feigned defeat. âFine, do whatever you want.âÂ
You want to ask him about the sudden frown but you end up shrugging it off as you cross the street to get to the right turn at the intersection. With the new direction youâre walking into, Jisung shifts you to his other side again.Â
âYou know, itâs not like some carâs going to crash into us,â You move to his other side anyway and swiftly dodging another offer of him slinging his arm over your shoulder. âWeâre inside the village? Where the speed limit is 20 kph?âÂ
Jisung scoffs, dropping his arm back to his side âYour house is on your side of the street, dumbass, thatâs why I moved you there.â And, as if on cue, you see your own house slowly coming into view among the towering gates and trees. âThat little heart-to-heart talk we had must be getting to you, huh?âÂ
âAs if.â You elbow his side in retaliation, your backpack hitting his back slightly in the process which only fuels his teasing more.Â
âArenât you glad Iâm here to walk you home?â He asks with a grin, just as you reach your gates. âImagine if you got lost when weâre literally a block apart.âÂ
âI hope the dog next door escapes and chases you back home,â You groan, walking a few steps ahead to open the smaller entrance on your gate with your key.Â
Behind you, Jisung only laughs, unfazed, before walking over to your side again and extending his arms out for a hug. âOkay, sorry,â He grins halfheartedly. âCome here, goodbye hug.â Â
You raise an eyebrow at him, swinging your gate open with one hand and stepping one foot on the other side. âWhat do you mean? My momâs inside.âÂ
âYeah, but I havenât hugged you alone in a while.â He points out while tilting his head sideways, earning him a genuine look of confusion from you.Â
âYa, itâs not like we donât hug platonically before all this.â He adds with a shaky snicker before pouting. âIâm going to get sââ
âOkay, fine.â You scoff with a small smile, stepping outside again to hug him. âLook whoâs getting all mushy now.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â He shakes his head against your neck, reluctantly pulling away from you after a while. Rubbing the nape of his neck bashfully, he adds, âItâs just thatâeverythingâs been a bit different now since I got home.â Â
âItâs mostly your faultââ Â Â
ââI know and I donât regret it,â He interjects quickly, wiping the smug smile of your face. âsince Iâm doing it to get you away from creepy guys but itâs just us now and I sort of...miss being casual.âÂ
Your frown tugs upwards into a sincere smile as you lean back against the gates. âWe are casual. Itâs just that people are looking now.âÂ
âCan we hang out sometime?â He suggests with hopeful eyes. âjust us, like old times.â
âYou call it old times like it wasnât just two years ago,â You point out, chuckling now. âButâsure.â
Jisung nods with a big grin now, excitedly shifting his weight on his feet. âSo, see you after the Break?âÂ
âBuy me something nice from Jeju then we can talk.â You conclude, stepping inside now completely. âNight, Sungie.âÂ
âHm, goodnight.âÂ
When you accompany one of the Hanâs family drivers to fetch Jisung and his parents at Incheon International Airport exactly a week later, you only expected to see the box of imported chocolate snacks Jisung promised to buy you as the only unfamiliar thing that youâll see, maybe even an entirely new carrier with Mrs. Hanâs vacation haul if she did actually spent more time shopping than working.Â
What you genuinely did not expect, upon finally spotting your best friend and his parents waiting for you at crowded Seattleâs Best, is him holding more than just your box of chocolates.Â
âHey?â You wave at Jisung in confusion as you stop right in front of him. To your right, you catch a glimpse of the family driver, Mr. Yoo, greeting Mr. and Mrs. Han on the next table before obligingly taking their luggage cart. âWhoâs this little angel?âÂ
Only then do you notice the two other unfamiliar people with Jisungâs parents, eyeing you curiously and whispering to Mrs. Han, probably to ask who you are.
Jisung waves his hand at you once before transferring the same hand over the nape of his neck, âY-Yeah, um, this isââ Â Â
But before he could even finish and maybe even explain, the little girl on his lap shifts in her place and jumps to stand in front of you. âHello!â She grins sweetly in slightly broken Korean, waving one hand at you while the other clutches Jisungâs bear plushie. âIâm Kitty!â
âOh, hi, Kitty!â You bend your knees slightly to level with her gaze hidden behind round eyeglasses, briefly sparing a glance at Jisung after and raising an eyebrow at him before smiling again at the little girl. âIâm Y/N, itâs nice to meet you!âÂ
âItâs nice to...m-meet you!â She politely returns the gesture, hugging Jisungâs bear plushie shyly after and making your heart skip a beat. âWill you also live with us?âÂ
âAt home?â Your furrow your eyebrows deeply now, standing up properly and turning to Jisung who you then belatedly notice has stood up as well and slung his backpack and Kittyâs over his shoulder. âSung?âÂ
Jisung stands next to Kitty and places a hand behind her back, clearing his throat awkwardly. âKittyâs going to live with us for a while.âÂ
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The Marshmallow Chronicles (Ch. 16: The Beaumont Bash) *NSFW*
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Authorâs notes: Right. So I am SUPER nervous about this chapter bc itâs the most different and the one Iâve added the most stuff to so far. I really hope you like it omg. Itâs also the longest yet. As always, Iâm deeply sorry if you have to scroll through this on the app, but as of now, thereâs nothing I can do about it /:
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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mention of depression, suicide.
Rating: NSFW
Pairing: Drake x MC
Words: 8,059
As he got ready for the Beaumont Bash, Drake was aware of feeling an aching thirst for alcohol. He figured getting wasted was his best chance at surviving the unbearable sight of Liam and Riley together and might even stop him from thinking about her all night.Â
With this in mind, he poured himself a glass of the unopened bottle of whiskey Liam had given him for his birthday. He swallowed with savage pleasure, as if Liam could know he was ignoring his request to share it with friends.
He debated whether to pour himself a second glass, then decided against it; heâd been to enough Beaumont parties to know this would be a long night. He should pace himself.
Having thrown his usual outfit on, he barely glanced at the mirror, not really caring much at all about his appearance tonight.Â
Itâs not like anyone will be looking.Â
He trudged down to the ballroom, only to find Lady Kiara at the foot of the stairs. In his current mood, he gladly would have avoided her, but it was unfortunately the only way down.
Nevertheless, he tried to keep their meeting short and discourage conversation by saying, âLady Kiara,â as curtly as possible and not stopping.Â
He wasnât fast enough, though, as a hand seized his forearm before he could make his getaway.
âAnd where do you think youâre going, Monsieur Walker?â she asked with a smirk. âI havenât forgotten your promise of a legendary night, tu comprends?â
Oh fuck, not this. Why did I have to open my goddamn mouth?
Drake extricated his arm as politely as he could and averted his eyes. âYeah, yeah, I comprends or whatever.â This made Kiara giggle, so he added a very discouraging, âWeâll see,â for good measure.
He burst into the ballroom, eager to fade into the crowd and get drunk by himself. And who should be there to welcome here other than Riley. She was wearing a midnight blue dress that made her skin look radiant and her eyes a deeper color than usual. Her hair was up in an elegant bun. Drake privately decided â I shouldnât even be thinking about this â that he preferred it down, but there was no denying she looked beautiful either way.
Of fucking course. Canât have a moment of peace around here. Does she always have to look so... so...
His frustration was such that he couldnât come up with a single word for her; he came up with too many. He realized heâd pursed his lips and balled his fists when heâs seen her. He relaxed as he stepped up to her.
âWelcome to the Beaumont Bash...â she said with a grin.Â
Youâd think nothing happened yesterday.Â
âYouâll recognize some of these fine floral arrangements as yours...â she gestured to the centerpieces.
âHeh. After yesterday, I was skeptical about this place being ready in time, but...â he looked around the lavish room, appraising it. âLooks like youâre about to have an actual party here.â
âI know, right?â said Riley excitedly. She gave him a once over, seeing him fully for the first time. âThough... you donât look like youâre dressed for the occasion.â
Drake opened his arms as if on display. âYou donât like my look? This shirtâs clean.â
Riley sighed and rolled her eyes. âI guess thatâs the most I should expect. I donât think Iâve ever seen you dress up for these fancy events. It might be a nice change of pace.â
The comment stung more than it should have.Â
Well, what did you expect? Sheâs marrying a prince! Why wouldnât she think you look like crap? Anyway, me? Dressed like a fucking noble? No way.
He shrugged studiously. âEh. Fashion is subjective. Besides, people are here to see the Prince, not me.â He attempted to keep the bitterness out of his voice at that last part; it was just a fact, after all. He thought heâd been successful until he saw Riley was shaking his head sadly at him.
He was about to reassure her that he didnât mind, when Hana bounded up to them. She waved at him with a smile and he returned her greeting with the most cheerful nod he could muster. He felt an arm around his shoulder and turned to see Maxwell had joined them as well.
âRiley! Maxwell! Iâve never been to the Beaumont estate before. This looks wonderful,â admired Hana.
Maxwell replied, âThank you, Hana...â as Drake shrugged his arm off.
âAnd you look lovely tonight, Riley,â said Hana, her eyes shining as she took in Rileyâs elegant figure.
Riley beamed and returned the compliment, âAs always, you look gorgeous too!â
Hana blushed deeply. To the unsuspecting eye, she might just seem like someone who was not used to receiving compliments, but Drake knew better; the corners of her lips were twitching and it was clear to him she was fighting back a smitten smile.
Luckily for Hana, at that moment, the waiters started bringing out the appetizers.
âOur creations!â Maxwell whispered.
âI hope people like them...â said Riley, biting her lip.
Lady Kiara, who was just behind them, wondered aloud, âUhh... what is this dish?â when the waiter handed her one, along with a napkin.
Maxwell, doing his best pompous celebrity chef impression, explained, âWhat you have there is a deconstructed delicacy of caviar cultivated from pampered hake fish of the Swedish fjords with paprika harvested from a micro-nursery in Provence.â
Lady Penelope had bitten into it halfway through Maxwellâs bluffing description and now exclaimed, âWow... so fancy... I like them! Spicy, salty, definitely unique.â
Encouraged by her friendâs reaction, Lady Kiara gave it a small bite too. âMmmm... It reminds me of when I dined at the top of la Tour Eiffel in Paris! Did you use the same chef?â
She looked so impressed, Drake almost snorted.Â
Rich people. Throw some food together, call it something fancy and they're happy.
âSomeone comparable,â choked out Maxwell, obviously holding back laughter.
The suitors moved on to mingling with other nobles and Maxwell turned to his friends, âWell, the reactions to our appetizers seem mostly positive.â
âThey like the food? Really?â Rileyâs smile was almost ear to ear. âI canât believe we pulled that off.â
âYeah. I really thought this would be a complete disaster,â agreed Drake.
âI told you... itâs all in the marketing!â Maxwell gave him finger guns.Â
Drakeâs snide response was interrupted by the arrival of his two least favorite people â or should I say my least favorite snake and possessed murder doll.
Judging by the grimace on Rileyâs face, which she quickly covered up with a reluctant smile, she felt the same way. âDuchess Olivia... Countess Madeleine... welcome.â
Hell no.Â
Maxwell seemed to be thinking similarly, for he walked away from the group with Drake.
They each grabbed a glass of champagne.
âTo not being a part of that conversation,â toasted Drake.
Maxwell chuckled and clinked his glass, saying, âOh, come on, Drake, theyâre not that bad. Olivia has been very loyal to Liam.â
âSo? Doesnât change the fact sheâs about as pleasant as a root canal. And donât get me started on Madeleine!â
âWhatâs wrong with her?â
âAre you kidding? Iâd trust her as far as I could throw... Liam; I could probably throw her pretty far, actually. At least Oliviaâs open about how terrible she is.â
âThatâs a fair point,â Maxwell conceded. âSheâs definitely crafty.â
âThatâs one way to put it."
Noticing Madeleine and Olivia had moved on, Maxwell and Drake returned to where Riley and Hana were standing.
âWelcome, everyone,â rang out Bertrandâs clear voice. âIf youâll please take your seats, dinner will begin shortly.â
"Thatâs my cue. I have a seat in the back,â Drake said, pointing to his table, âso Iâll see you after dinner.â
âAnd Iâd better go and take my seat with the other ladies,â chimed in Hana.
Riley pouted, âI wish we could have all sat together.â
Drake touched her arm lightly. âHey, donât look so disappointed, Addams. Youâre sitting with royalty. I learned a long time ago I donât fit in there.â He sighed in resignation. âBut donât worry, Iâm sure youâll be able to handle one dinner without us.â
âRight...â Riley replied dubiously.
"Weâll catch up later!â Hana reassured her.
On his way to his unglamorous table, Drake overheard Olivia whine, âWhat am I doing back here?â He automatically made eye contact with Riley across the room and they both burst into laughter.Â
Still chucking he sat down at a table with Bastien and other guards.
He tuned out most of the conversation throughout the meal, focusing instead on the food and drink. He had to admit, dinner hadnât been half bad, considering it was fancy rich people nonsense. The champagne was the best part, though.
Feeling slightly less grumpy thanks to the food and â in large part â to the alcohol, he felt ready to start a conversation.
"So, Bastien,â he turned to his right, âdid you find the person behind the photos?â
âNot yet. I havenât been able to get ahold of the reporter to whom they were being sold,â the older man grimaced, clearing his plate.
âBummer.â What Bastien had said reminded Drake of something else. âOh, hey, whatâs this I hear about a reporter being caught inside the grounds at the Manor? It it true?â
He gathered from Bastienâs exasperated sigh that it was.
âWhat the hell, Bastien?! Why didnât you tell me?â
âI was under the impression that I reported to Prince Liam, not to you,â Bastien snapped with ice in his voice.
Drake was momentarily hurt into silence. The fact that heâd specifically said he reported to Liam instead of King Constantine seemed designed to make him feel smaller. Bastien sighed again and put a hand on his shoulder; Drake resisted the urge to brush it off.
âIt was nothing, all right? I figured you had enough on your mind and didnât want to add to it because of a meaningless incident. She was caught and promptly escorted out. End of story.â
âHow can you be sure she didnât do anything? Take pictures or... I donât know.â
âDrake, we made sure, trust me.â
Bastien met his eyes earnestly. Drake felt ashamed at having doubted his old friend.Â
Why would he tell you anyway? What have you ever done?Â
He shook his head as if to rid himself of that spiteful little voice.
"I have had a lot on my mind lately,â he admitted. âWhat with Liamâs Coronation, and Rileyââ
âI see Lady Kiara is still taken with you.â
âWh-what?â
He whipped his head around to the suitorsâ table and saw Lady Kiara engrossed in a conversation with Hana.
âWhat are you talking about? Sheâs not even looking this way.â
âYou just missed it.â Bastien clicked his tongue regretfully. âI think sheâd be good for you, if you donât mind my saying.â
âUh, really?â
âDefinitely! She is charming and intelligent, and Iâm sure I have heard you mention her physical, er, attributes.â
âYeah, Bastien, sheâs hot, you can say it.â
âI will not. But I hope you take my meaning.â
âNow that the dessert course has been served, the grand hall is now open,â came Bertrandâs voice from the main table. âPlease join us there for the after-dinner festivities!â
Standing up, Bastien patted his shoulder before leaving the ballroom along with his men to take his position in the main hall, where the party was to be held. Drake filed out of the ballroom alone and stood among the crowd anonymously as Bertrand continued giving unnecessary speeches.
âCitizens, nobles, friends, weâve gathered here today to celebrate the end of the social season. So if youâll hear me out, Iâd like to share a few words...â
At this point, Drakeâs attention drifted.Â
Thereâs only so much noble rambling I can take in one night.Â
He looked around and spotted Liam at the very front with his family. He wasnât eager to join the King and Queen, so he kept searching the crowd. Hana was carrying what seemed like a tiresome conversation with Lady Penelope. Drake shuddered.Â
Iâd rather be alone than talk about poodles.Â
Left with no other choices, he looked for Maxwell.
Disconcerted, he realized his friend was not part of the crowd.Â
Where the hell is he?
Bertrandâs voice, once again, broke through his confusion, â... and so, with all of House Beaumont with me, let us propose a toast!â
Drake finally spotted Maxwell coming up the stairs carrying a mace. Close behind him â his eyes widened â was Riley, valiantly hauling a battle axe that looked like it weighed about as much as she did.
âTo our gracious royal family...â Bertrand continued.
âTo all those here tonight!â Maxwell added.
âAnd to the PARTTYYYY!â Riley yelled, hoisting the battle axe up precariously. âLetâs rock this place to the ground!â
âYEEEAAAHHH!â Maxwell pumped his fists.
He swung the mace at the champagne, shattering the bottle.
âWeâve never let a lost bottle stop us before. Bring out another!â called Bertrand to the staff.
âWOOOOOOOO!â Maxwell was almost buzzing with frantic energy, his hand and bottom half soaked in champagne.
Riley gripped her axe and sliced with difficulty at the bottle. Perhaps because it was so heavy and thus she had very little momentum, she managed to hack the cork clean off. Champagne immediately bubbled out and she took a drink directly from it. Beginnerâs luck, scoffed Drake, though he had to admit to being a little impressed.
Maxwell, on the other hand, was very impressed, and possibly a bit jealous, âWhoa... It took me much longer to master that move.â
âFrom all of us at House Beaumont... thank you!â Bertrand brandished the bottle Riley had opened at the crowd and they cheered in unison. Waiters marched into the room with tray upon tray of champagne.Â
Thank God.Â
Drakeâs pleasant buzz had begun to subside and he knew he was only a few sober minutes away from getting sulky.Â
Meanwhile, Maxwell had raced to the top of the stairs.
â... Maxwell!â Bertrand said.
âWhat?â Maxwell called back.
âLet the revelry begin!â
âAWWWWWWWWW YEAH!â yelled the younger Beaumont, sliding down the banister.
Deafening pop music blared all around the room, and professional dancers and acrobats, dressed in colorful, circus-like costumes, made their entrance. The room now felt twice as crowded.
Drake stood in his spot, back against the wall, gulping down the champagne heâd snagged from a passing waiter. He didnât notice his friends walking over to him until Liam spoke, âSo, enjoying the party, Drake?â
âItâs been less than two minutes, and my ears hurt...â he grumbled.
Liam elbowed him, âCome on, Drake, you usually give it at least five minutes before tapping out.â
I usually donât have a crush on the girl youâre marrying.
âThereâs so much happening,â Hana marveled.
Drake rolled his eyes. âThatâs the problem.â
As if on cue, he heard Bertrand shout, âBring out the horses!â
âThe horses!â Maxwell echoed.
âThe horses?! Youâre bringing horses in here?!â Riley asked over the music.
âWhoâs ready for a little horse riding?â Bertrand led the horses to the center of the room.
âI am!â Maxwell piped up.
âGreat...â Drake shook his head. He hated this tradition of theirs. The poor horses couldnât understand what was happening and were obviously spooked.Â
Fucking nobles and their âeccentricitiesâ. Â
Maxwell, already mounted, asked, âWho will be my partner?â
âHow about our king-to-be?â suggested Bertrand.
âI nominate Drake as my proxy.â
If looks could kill, Cordonia would have found itself without an heir. Liam held back a laugh at Drakeâs irritation, but the latter merely said, âOh, no, youâre not forcing me into the saddle tonight.â
Hana chose that moment to say, âI vote for Riley!â
âRiley!â Maxwell repeated.
âCome on up then, Lady Riley.â Bertrand offered her his hand. âYour saddle awaits.â
Riley was helped onto the horse, which whinnied uneasily. âEasy, girl.âÂ
Riley scratched the horseâs mane and that seemed to help calm it down. She then led it in a gentle turn around the room.
She and Maxwell waved at the crowds.
"My fellow Cordonians, take a picture!â Riley proclaimed. âI want everyone to see my noble horseback pose.â
Drake snorted at that. She wasnât a bad rider and her pose was not terrible but it was a far cry from ânobleâ as she put it. Not for the first time, he found himself wishing he could teach her better, before clamping down on that dumb instinct.
âPhones are not allowed inside these parties. Nobody wants to see embarrassing pictures of themselves in the news.â
Bertrand was right; phones were not allowed and yet... there were always exceptions, werenât there? He thought back to Maxwellâs video of him dancing to Hayley Rose and felt his face grow warm. A lot more sinister were the pictures of the bachelor party that someone had tried to sell for profit.
âIâll take mental pictures for you,â Hana consoled her.
After going around the room once more for their adoring fans, Maxwell said, âWe should let some others ride around on the horses.â
âFair enough.â Riley dismounted and made a beeline for Drake.
âDrake! I feel like I havenât see you all day.â
Thatâs âcause Iâve been avoiding you.
âWell, youâre seeing me know,â he replied, noncommittal, looking down at his champagne.
âYeah and guess what? I wish your face didnât look like you just swallowed a lemon.â
He looked up sharply at that, eyes narrowed, and Riley laughed. As per usual, her laugh was too contagious to resist and he ended up chuckling along.
âSee? Thatâs better,â she smiled and brushed her fingers against his. He stopped laughing instantly.Â
âI need a drink.â
âMe too! Iâll come with!âÂ
He groaned a little but could think of no way to dissuade her without hurting her feelings, so he let her follow him to the makeshift bar.
He opened his mouth to order whiskey, when Riley elbowed him aside and spoke over him. âDo not give this man whiskey. Do not. Weâll have two shots instead.â
The bartender looked at her expectantly. When Riley didnât elaborate, he asked, âShots of what?â
âSurprise us.â Riley turned to Drake and smiled with that mischievous glint in her eyes. âScared, Drake?â
âPff, I can drink you under the table, no problem.â
âThen how about a bet?â
âWhat? Another one? We both have bets we never settled!â
âThen I guess they cancel each other out!â
âYou just wanna get out of paying up, Addams.â
âHow dare you! Iâll remember this insult against my honor when you lose, you know?â
Drake put on a whiny voice and begged, âOh, please donât, Iâm so scared. Iâm sorry I insulted your honor, Lady Riley the Waitress.â
âThatâs Head Waitress to you, grumpy commoner.â
They were so busy trying to stare each other down, they didnât realize their shots were ready. The bartender cleared his throat awkwardly.Â
Drake turned to him, âEr, right sorry,â and grabbed the two shot glasses.
Handing Riley hers, he proposed, âOkay, how about whoever makes a face or shows any difficulty in swallowing this, loses?â
Riley put on her best poker face, though he noticed her lips were still twitching. âYouâre on.â
They clinked their glasses, maintaining eye contact the whole time â I have to, for the bet! â and then threw their heads back. The base was definitely vodka. Drake had only negative experiences from his teenage years to associate with that spirit, but he powered through his bodyâs rejection of it.Â
Riley was not faring as well; for a moment it seemed like she might actually throw it back up. In the end, she managed to keep it down, but she couldnât help the pronounced grimace on her face as she did.
âHA! I knew it!â
âNo! I demand a redo! I cannot handle vodka, okay? My body hates it!â
âRules are rules, Addams, donât tell me youâd back down from a bet? Surely your honor wouldnât allow it,â he teased.
She took a step forward, âWell, maybe Iâm not so honorable...â
Drake licked his lips unconsciously. âNeither am I.â
He hadnât realized when it happened, but his breath had quickened. He felt his hand rising as if of its own accord, reaching toward her, to touch her.
A familiar tall figure was approaching them from behind Riley.
âI better go. Wouldnât want to interrupt your time with the prince,â Drake said, leaving hurriedly back to the bar and ordering whiskey.
Leaning against it, he had a prime view of Liam and Riley talking. He went to take a swig of his whiskey only to find it empty. He ordered another one straight away. When the bartender handed it to him, he saw Olivia interrupt the couple.
Yes! Go Olivia! Oh my God, what the fuck. Iâm actually happy to see Olivia.Â
Before leaving with a person that Drake considered to be in his personal bottom three and yet felt like hugging right now, Liam kissed Riley on the cheek. Drake downed his whiskey and ordered the next.
The rest of the party went by in a blur of alcohol, dancing â or, in Drakeâs case, being forced to dance by Maxwell â and crazy hijinks, like trying to shoot an arrow through an apple on a bustâs head.Â
Nobody could do it. They hit other things, though... The bust, mostly. But there was an exciting moment when Penelope, swaying, very nearly hit Maxwell. He wouldnât have been badly hurt â the arrows were blunt â and it hadnât even brushed him, yet he still took it upon himself to act out a Shakespearean death scene, much to everyoneâs amusement.Â
Drake hadnât even tried. His level of drunkenness paired with how bad he was at archery at the best of times was a recipe for disaster; even drunk him knew that.
The party felt like it was winding down. Lady Kiara was sitting on the floor in the corner, moaning, âToo... too much... Je ne me sens pas bien.â
Penelope, in the meantime, was leaning against one of the horses, going, âYou know, horse. You and I have so much in common... hair, bodies, an adoration of poodles. Youâre like my equine soulmate.â She seemed to doze off at that point.
Liam and Olivia were chatting in very loud voices. Well, Olivia was; Liam was talking maybe a tiny bit louder than he normally would, but his cheeks were far more rosy than usual.
Bertrand was sitting against a column with an empty champagne bottle in one hand â Drake didnât doubt heâd drank it all himself â and a sword in the other.
âWe gave those apples what for,â he said proudly to no one in particular.
Maxwell, to no oneâs surprise, was still dancing while Riley and Hana looked on, amazed at his energy.
Drake walked over, hoping the fact that everyone was pretty drunk meant he could go. âItâs over. Iâm finally free.â
Maxwell stopped dancing and wheeled around to face Drake. âWhat do you mean âitâs overâ? The party is just getting started.â
âLady Penelope is literally talking to a horse,â he nodded toward her. âThe party has done its job.â
"Your mane is so soft,â she was saying as she ran her fingers through it. âYou have to tell me who does your hair.â
âBack home, this was always about the time weâd break out a game of Truth or Dare, but I bet you guys are too classy for that!â Riley raised an eyebrow.
âYouâd be betting wrong! I love Truth or Dare.âÂ
Of course Maxwell would love a party game.
ââTruth or Dareâ?â Hana met Drakeâs eyes; they both seemed to be thinking the same thing: Truths could mean trouble. âThat sounds dangerous...â
âWell... only if you have something to hide...â shrugged Riley. Drake almost laughed. âOr a fear of embarrassing stunts...â
She looked at Hana beseechingly and the latter couldnât resist, âIt sounds... Fun!âÂ
Normally, Drake wouldnât blame her, he knew by now how powerless he was to resist Rileyâs requests but...Â
Dammit, Hana! Not after yesterday!
Riley took Hanaâs hands, âI canât believe youâve never played! Now weâve go to do it.â
Drake shook his head over and over. âOh no. Iâm not playing Truth or Dare.â
âCome on, Drake, we should do it for Hana,â pleaded Riley.
Hana backtracked politely, âI donât want to pressure you guys into doing something on my behalf.â
âBut I would!â said Maxwell. âDo it! Do it!â
âI see where this is going...â Drake was already rubbing his face tiredly, waiting for what he knew was coming.
âDrake! Drake! Drake!â
Aaand there it is. Does this man ever not chant?!
âOkay... fine. Iâll play, just stop chanting my name.â
âWhoohoo! Someoneâs going streaking tonight!â Maxwell wiggled his eyebrows.
âWe can play in my room!â Hana offered, and she led the way upstairs.
Drake and Maxwell followed suit. Riley, for all her talk, lingered behind.Â
Waiting for Liam?Â
He didnât know what to feel if that was the case. On the one hand, relief that he wouldnât have to play a risky drinking game with her; on the other, pure, uncontrollable jealousy.Â
Who am I kidding? Iâm no closer to controlling this stupid crush than I am to controlling the fucking weather.Â
To his immense relief and despite his hesitancy to play Truth or Dare with her, Riley joined them soon in Hanaâs room. They were all sitting crosslegged on the floor in a circle. Riley took a spot between Hana and Maxwell, facing Drake.
âThis is so exciting! How do we start?â asked Hana.
âUsually with a few drinks,â Drake replied.
âOooh, thereâs a full bar!â said Hana, noticing it for the first time.Â
We are very different people.Â
âWhat do you guys want?â she asked.
âMake me something fruity and delicious!â requested Maxwell. âI know! I want Sex on the Beach!â
Hanaâs hand went to her mouth, her cheeks turning red, âOh my! I donât think...â
âItâs a drink...â explained Maxwell hastily. âNever mind, Iâll make it myself.â He stood up and joined her at the minibar.
âIâll just haveââ
Riley cut Drake off, âLet me guess. Whiskey.â
Drake rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face heat up, âIâm getting predictable, arenât I?â
âMaybe just a little bit,â she said with a small smile.
âWhat about you, Riley?â asked Hana.Â
âIâll have a whiskey, too,â she winked at Drake, who couldnât help grinning back.
Hana poured two whiskeys and a glass for champagne for herself, while Maxwell mixed himself a bright orange drink.
âCheers, friends! Thank you for joining me tonight!â Hana extended her hand to the center of the circle.
âCheers.â Drake followed.
Maxwell added, âTo friendship!â
âTo friendship!â agreed Riley, clinking her glass to the othersâ. âAnd Truth or Dare!â
Drake drank deeply, remembering what they were all there for. âOh boy, this is going to be a long night.â
âDrinks have been accomplished! Now, what comes next?â Hana looked at them expectantly.
âSomeone goes first,â said Maxwell.
âAddams should start.â Drake pointed at her. âThis was her idea.â
Maxwell turned to her, âOkay, Riley... truth or dare?â
âI choose Truth.â
âI was hoping youâd say that.â Maxwell rubbed his hands together with relish. âIâve got a great one for you. If you were stranded on a desert island, where youâll never see anyone or any civilization ever again... Which one of us would you want with you?â
Riley pretended to think for a moment, tapping an exaggerated finger to her chin, then announced, âIâd want Drake!â
He could not have been more taken aback. He knew they were on good terms now, maybe even more than that if yesterday was anything to go by, but there was no denying he was a difficult person to be around, let alone be stuck with.Â
âMe? Be honest, Addams, you just want me there so Iâm suffering as much as you are.â
âMostly just to see how youâd look in a grass skirt,â she smirked.
âHey!â Drake threw a nearby cushion at her, which she deflected with her arm, laughing.Â
âHa ha!â Drake allowed Maxwell to laugh for a second before glaring at him.
âJust kidding. I think youâd be gruff and grumpy, but deep down, when it counts, youâd probably save me from a tiger or something,â continued Riley.
âWell, Iâd feel terrible if a tiger ate my only companion,â joked Drake.
âAnd there wouldnât be any nobles around, or courtly intrigue, or gossip...â Riley was now looking intensely at him, as if trying to say something other than what her words conveyed. âIn fact, I think you might enjoy being stranded more than palace life.â
Staring into those hypnotizing blue eyes, all Drake could think was that heâd sell several body parts if it meant he could be alone with Riley anywhere. Even a deserted island.
The corner of his lip quirked up, âYou never know.â
âOkay, Maxwell, itâs your turn.â Riley broke their eye contact before the others could wonder if there was something else to the innocent answer. âTruth or dare?â
âDealerâs choice! Iâm not afraid of anything!âÂ
âOkay, then, tell us a secret that no one else knows about you.â
Maxwellâs bravado faded right away. âAw, Iâm an open book! Everyone knows everything about me!â
Drake scoffed, thinking back to how weird Maxwell had been just the day before. âNope.â
He caught Rileyâs eye and she nodded, remembering the same thing. âNot true at all.â
âWe know almost nothing about you!â countered Hana.
âWell, all anyone ever had to do was ask. Okay, letâs see...â Maxwell reflected for a moment, then said, âI hate carousels.â
âReally?â asked Riley, incredulous. âI thought everyone loved carousels...â
Maxwell elaborated, âWhen I was little, the royal court took all the kids to a theme park for the Princeâs birthday. But when we were on the carousel, some reporters got in and mobbed us. The security team did their best to get us all out of there, but I was the last one they got to. So I was stuck on this dumb carousel for what seemed like forever with people taking pictures and shouting questions at me.âÂ
He had a glassy look in his eyes, as if transported back to the horror of helplessly riding a fake horse round and round.Â
âI was only three... I had no idea what was really going on. And because our parents had spent so much time trying to warn us about dangers, I thought I was about to get murdered.â
Riley leaned her head on his shoulder, âAww... Maxwell...â
He shook himself. âIâm fine. I was a long time ago.â
âStill...â Hana sounded disproportionately concerned.
âAw, geez, this is why I donât like to talk about serious stuff. Iâm fine, you guys!â Maxwell reassured them. âJust forget it! Next up... Hana, truth or dare?â
It struck Drake that this was something Maxwell did all the time and he was an expert at it: seemingly divulging information about himself while at the same time withholding anything of meaning. The fact remained that he had no idea what his friend was going through right now and likely wouldnât find out anytime soon if Maxwell insisted on bottling it up. Not that he was a model of mental health.
He turned his attention back to the game. Hana had just decided, âOh... um... truth!â
âTell us about your first kiss,â said Maxwell.
Hana bit her lip. âMy first kiss?â
âYou have been kissed, right?â Maxwell asked curiously.Â
Tactful.
Hanaâs brow furrowed. âYes, of course.â
âYou were engaged, after all!â Riley shot Maxwell a reproachful look.
âWell... it was actually a very chaste courtship. Our first kiss was in front of a professional photographer for our engagement photo shoot. My parents were insistent that we publish a very public announcement in all of the papers. It was... somewhat awkward,â she finished, staring down at her hands.
âHe wasnât a great kisser?â grimaced Riley.
Hana sighed and said, âHe missed.â
Drake had never been so confused. âMissed? How?â
âHe kissed my ear. Well, he punctured his lip on my earring, actually. He started bleeding. I felt terrible. My parents were furious that he ruined my dress. It was a complete disaster.â
Drake had been about to burst out laughing, when he caught a subtle shake of Rileyâs head.Â
Okay, not the time.Â
He carefully avoided looking at Maxwell, whom he knew would also be close to laughter. One glance and theyâd both cave.
âHana, you deserved a better first kiss than that!â Riley put her arm around Hana. Drake saw her smile in absolute delight, holding Rileyâs hand.
âThank you, Riley. But it wasnât so bad. Looking back, it was actually pretty funny. I mean, who can miss that badly on a kiss?â
Feeling like he had permission, Drake laughed, expecting Maxwell to join him. However, he only gave a small, âHah!âÂ
Drake turned to him questioningly and Maxwell continued, âI know. I mean. What a loser...â
By now, Drake was excellent at knowing when his friend was hiding something. âMaxwell...â
Maxwell sighed and slumped his shoulders, âOkay, maybe I accidentally kissed someoneâs chin but thatâs, like, a totally understandable mistake, right? I mean, itâs right below the mouth...â
Hana did an amazing job of containing her laughter, only letting out a small giggle, âHee hee. Yes, thatâs completely normal.â
Riley and Drake however, were not so considerate, howling with laughter.
Annoyed after a minute of this, Maxwell talked loudly over their subsiding laughter, âOkay, my turn again! Riley, I dare you to go streak through the ballroom in your underwear!â
Uh oh.
The exact same thought seemed to have crossed Hanaâs mind for her eyes widened and she glanced at Drake instantly. Fuck. I cannot see Addams in her underwear again. I might spontaneously combust.
Hana beat him to the punch, âThatâs not fair! Itâs not her turn.â
âYeah, and she didnât even choose âdareâ,â Drake pointed out
âWell someone should streak tonight or this game is a bust. Come now, Riley, itâs your game. Who will it be?â asked Maxwell.
This time, she didnât even pretend to think, âDrake.â
He rolled his eyes at her and felt his face grow warm.
âYou trying to see me shirtless, Addams?â
âNot if you run fast enough!â she said cheerfully.
The group went down to the now deserted ballroom. The tables had already been cleared by the palace staff, leaving a vast, empty room perfect for something like running around half naked.
âThe things I do for you people.â It had been his constant refrain lately, yet Drake had to admit that the phrase should be singular. Itâs not like heâd do this just for Maxwell or Hana, as much as he liked them.
He took off his shirt and pants and stood there for a split second in his gray boxer briefs. He thought he saw Rileyâs eyes glint.
Fuck it, letâs get this over with.
He sprinted the length of the room, the cool air feeling nice throughout his whole body. He realized he hadnât known how drunk he was until this moment, when running proved more difficult than heâd anticipated. He managed not to trip, but it was a close thing.
âWoo! Go Drake!â Riley cheered from the other side of the room.
He ran back to them and stopped.
âSatisfied?â
âYep!â said Maxwell, âNow what?â
Riley grinned. âIâm going to join in!âÂ
For the love of God, NO.
She took her clothes off efficiently and yet even then, Drake couldnât help but think how sexy her confidence was.
Fuck me, now sheâs in her bra and undies. Iâm gonna die. Thatâs it. RIP Drake Walker.
It took all of his concentration and strength not to look below her face at her amazing, perky breasts in a black bra; at her long, shapely legs; and most of all, at her ass, whose every tempting curve was hugged by her matching underwear.
âWe canât make Drake be the only one. Come on, Hana!â urged Riley.
Yes! Yes, that might make this feel more normal. More like a âfriendâ thing.
âHee hee... okay! It does look fun!â
Hana took her clothes off as well. Drake barely registered her creamy underwear, although he would have to be an idiot not to see that she was a beautiful woman too.
âLetâs go!â Hana gestured for them to run.
Riley turned back, âMaxwell?â
âIâll be the photographer.â
âMaxwell!â
âI mean, Iâll stand guard!â
The three of them took off running and immediately, Drake felt better. The other two were nothing but a blur and so he could be just a normal guy having fun with his friends, rather than a commoner pining for the princeâs fiancĂŠe-to-be.
âWooooooooo!â squealed Riley.
âFreeeeeedom!â roared Drake.
Hana shouted, âTruth or Dare!â
They ran the length of the room twice and then collapsed next to Maxwell, out of breath and with spinning heads.
âWow, that took a lot out of me,â mumbled Riley.
âMe too. I need to lie down.â said Hana, a hand on her head.
They returned to her room, carrying their clothes. The four friends threw themselves on Hanaâs bed, resting for a moment. Drake found himself lying down next to Riley. Her head was resting on her arm and she was staring at him. She reached out and brushed his bare chest with her fingers.
He exhaled sharply and sprang off the bed. The others took this as a sign to do the same and got dressed. Riley stayed on the bed a moment longer, then put her clothes on as well.Â
âI canât believe we just did that!â Hana was flushed and her hair was wilder than Drake had ever seen it. She also looked happier than ever.
Drake ruffled her hair further. âAh, the magic of Truth or Dare.â
âThis was so much fun tonight! Thank you,â she said to them all.
Riley smiled. âAny time.â
âYeah, you know me. I donât need much of an excuse to party.â Maxwell did the robot.Â
âAnd Iâm... still not sure why I came this time, but I guess Iâd do it again.â It had been a risk, and it had almost gotten too dangerous, but nothing happened.
âDrake, I think weâre graduating from friends to best friends!â Hana beamed.
Drake put his hands up defensively, âWhoa, whoa, whoa... Letâs not get ahead of ourselves.â
âI dunno, man. We all drink together, goof off together, spend most of our time together...â Maxwell nudged him.
âNo...â
Hana squeezed Drakeâs arm. âItâs too late, Drake. We are best friends!â
âI guess Iâm just going to have to accept this, huh?â
âItâs probably for the best. You could do much worse than the three of us,â said Riley.
Oh, I know. Itâs you guys who should be thinking this twice.
âThatâs true, isnât it?â He sighed. âOkay. You got me.â
âYay!â exclaimed Maxwell.Â
"Yay!â echoed Hana.
Drake crossed his arms. âPlease tell me this isnât a thing we do now.â
Riley patted his arm, reassuring him. âThis is not a thing.â
âThank God. At least someone still has some sanity.â
âIâve got your back.â She gave him one last squeeze before letting go.
Hana stifled a yawn behind her hand.
âOkay... we should probably call it a night before we break Hana...â Maxwell said, concerned.Â
Hana nodded. âGood night! This has been a very memorable evening!â She waved goodbye to everyone as they prepared to leave her room.
âGood night, guys,â Drake said.
âGânight!â Riley repeated.
Once in the hallway, Maxwell went left, while Riley and Drake went the opposite way.
âSo, that was fun, right?â
Drake only grunted in response, cursing nobles internally for having such big houses. He couldnât be alone with her.
âWhatâs up with you? I feel like youâve been avoiding me all day.â
âUh, no, I havenât.â
It wasnât exactly convincing, but she couldnât prove anything.
âAre you tired?â
Drake answered, âNah,â before thinking, Shit. Why didnât I just say yes?!
âCool, me neither. Letâs have a drink.â
She pulled him into her room and he found that he didnât feel like fighting her. Without asking, she poured them both whiskey and they sat down on a futon.
âTruth or Dare?â she asked softly.
âDare.â
âDown your whiskey.â
âCome on, Addams, at least make it a challenge.â He was just bragging. His throat actually felt like it was on fire and his head hadnât stopped spinning since the ballroom. He was extremely drunk already.
âTruth or Dare?â It was his turn to ask.
âDare.â
âSame thing.â
She rolled her eyes at him and gulped down her drink. She managed to swallow all of it, but she had a coughing fit. He thumped her back, although he wasnât sure that even did anything.
She stopped coughing, but he didnât remove his hand; she didnât seem to mind.
âYour turn.â Her voice was still hoarse from the whiskey.
âTruth.â
Fuck it. Hope this doesnât bite me in the ass.
âAre you mad at me?â
Her voice was so small, he could barely keep himself from squeezing her.Â
I canât even blame her for thinking that. Iâm such an asshole.
âNo. And Iâm sorry for making you think that.â
She seemed to be waiting for him to add something, but that was as far as he was willing to go, so she nodded.
âTruth.â
âDo you miss home?â
She was quiet for a long moment. Drake thought he could hear a clock ticking, but he couldnât see one. He wondered idly what time it was. Late, but how late? He didnât dare check his phone at that moment.
Finally, she sighed and spoke, âWhat is home, anyway? I donât really have anyone, so no.â
She was leaning into him now, his hand still on her back.
âIâm sorry, if you donât want toââ
âNo, I do. Itâs actually kind of a relief to be asked. I know my life is a million times better here than it ever was in New York, but sometimes it sucks that people just assume Iâm happier here.â
âArenât you?â
âNo, I am! I definitely am but...â
Drake waited again until she was ready to continue.
âRemember back in Oliviaâs estate? When we went out before the storm?â
You mean the moment I knew I was falling for you, even if I was in denial? Yep.
âSure,â he replied.
âI told you I knew what it was like to feel like you failed someone.â
âYeah,â his voice was barely audible. He had been wondering about that but it seemed serious and he didnât want to push her. He figured sheâd tell Liam about it, rather than him.
âI... had a younger brother. Growing up we were really close, but then I left for college and we kind of drifted apart. I thought I could justify it, being a busy college student and all that but... He started having a hard time and IâI didnât even know about it.â
She squeezed her lips together and continued, âOne day I got a call at school that my little brother,â her voice wobbled, âhad killed himself.â
Tears were now escaping her eyes, falling too fast and hard to roll down her cheeks. Drake realized heâd been rubbing circles on her back for the past few minutes.
She shook her head. âI didnât even think to check up on him and I knew depression ran in the family.â She put her head in her hands and took a deep breath. âIn his note he asked me to forgive him. As if it were him I needed to forgive.â
She let out a small sob, her face still hidden. A few seconds later, she wiped her tears and spoke, her voice still unsteady, âComing here, I was just running away from my guilt. But Iâm happy for the first time in years thanks to you guys, and youâve helped me believe I do deserve it, despite everything... I havenât completely forgiven myself, but Iâm closer than Iâd ever been.â
She gave him a watery smile. âSo thanks, for everything.â She squeezed his hand.
He could not believe she was smiling. The horror, the trauma of losing a loved one in such a way and yet she still found something to be grateful for. He felt his own throat closing up, overwhelmed with affection and admiration. Unable to speak, he squeezed her hand back.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, with her head on his shoulder and his hand stroking her back.Â
She sniffed and stood up, walking to the mirror. âGod, Iâm a mess!â
Drake went to stand behind her. âI think a pink nose suits you.âÂ
She giggled. âAnd to think I might have met Liam looking like this!âÂ
Drakeâs smile died on his lips. Right. Liam.
âListen, if youâre feeling okay I should leave you to it.â
âOh, um, yeah, Iâm fine.â
âYou sure?â
âYeah, it felt good to tell someone.â
So she hadnât told anyone? Not even Liam?
He entertained that thought for a second and then shook himself.
It doesnât matter. You can be her confidant; sheâll still marry Liam. And thatâs okay. Having her in your life is enough, but you need to forget about anything romantic happening between you. She deserves no less than a fucking kingdom.
âYou should go meet Liam. I bet you can still make it.â
âYou... think I should?â Her expression was unreadable.
âYeah.â So was his.
His feet carried him to the bar, where he ordered shot after shot. He lost count. His bed was only a few feet away, so he could get as drunk as he wanted. As drunk as it would take to forget about Riley for a second. To forget about her bravery and resilience, her vulnerability, her warmth.Â
We can be friends. We have to be friends, I canât lose her. I just have to find somebody else.
As if planned, Kiara plopped down on the stool next to him. He couldnât really focus her properly, but he still knew she looked beautiful as ever.
âDrake! I havenât seen you all night!â Her speech was not as proper as usual, maybe even a bit slurred, but Drake was in no condition to notice.
âTheeeerrre you are, mylittlecroissant.â He had no idea he was barely intelligible at this point. Kiara didnât seem to mind, anyway. âVoulez-vous choucher avec moi?â
âI thought youâd never ask!â
They finished their drinks and Kiara moved to his lap. He didnât see the bartender leave, but he must have. Drake crashed his lips clumsily onto hers, their teeth accidentally clashing. She responded enthusiastically, her tongue entering his mouth. They made out sloppily, his hands roaming her body.
She pulled him closer by his shirt and let her hands stroke his chest, going lower and lower. She brushed his inner thigh and he felt his cock stir in his pants.
He jumped up from his seat, making her fall to the floor.
âOh! Sorry, sorry, sorry!â He apologized over and over again as he helped her up.
âKiara, yeeer great, ya know? Like, s-superrr cool anâevârything but I canât. I juss canât.â
He left her standing there and stumbled back to his room as fast as his condition allowed him.Â
As soon as he was through the threshold, he slammed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily. His hand trembling with need, he undid his zipper, pulled out his cock and took himself in his hand.Â
He started out slowly, just savoring the feeling. Then, without meaning to, he let himself imagine what a smaller, softer hand would feel like. His hand moved faster. Unbidden, an image of Riley in her black underwear and matching bra came to him and he was powerless to stop it. His hand moving at a feverish pace, he had to clench his jaw to stop himself from crying out.
Still, he couldnât help groaning, âAddams!â through clenched teeth as he spilled all over his hand.
Steadying his breath, he cleaned himself up and staggered to bed, already knowing his future self was going to regret so much of what happened that night.
Iâm so fucked.
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#if i ever stop reblogging this scene just assume i'm dead#i've said so much about this before but I still got more left in me#today it's: the layers of 'am i just setting her up for disappointment?'#a continuation of the very thin serena-shaped veil blair pulls over her self with#'she already likes you you know that' & 'how could she not love you?'#she is SO scared of her own feelings and so scared because it means that he has the capability to hurt her#which leads to 'tell me what will make you happy dan'#and as insane as that line makes me because THEY JUST WANT EACH OTHER TO BE HAPPY EVEN IF IT'S WITH SOMEONE ELSE#there's this other layer of:#she's pushing dan towards serena bc she thinks that will make him happy#because she's convinced that she won't#she's got priors after all: she didn't/couldn't make nate happy. or chip. or lewis.#but then dan gives her his answer: it's her! it's her it's her it's her it's her!!!#this is just...the culmination of so many things at once it makes me crazayyyyyyyy (via @mymindseessongs)
#going off of what liz said in prev tags#sheâs doing for him here the same exact thing he did for her in 5.10#âi just want you to be happyâ is such a non answer because of course she doesnât just like he doesnât want her to be with chuck#*doesnât want him to get back with serena#but if thatâs whatâs going to make the other happy they wouldnât stand in their way#theyâll push them towards happiness no matter the personal cost#and blair goes through all this convoluted trouble to make it happen because sheâs so set on the idea that serena is who makes dan happy#both because of what liz said (i.e. sheâs afraid she canât) and because thatâs the way It Has To Be#once again back to what i was saying about blair and being so tied to The Narrative#blair thinks it canât be any other way#dan knows that not to be true#and heâs so tired of denying it and looking away from it and letting the narrative play out#he knows what makes him happy. and he holds it in his hands here. he tells her without words that the ending can be changed. it can be them.#thereâs also the added layer of how itâs always dan finding blair secluding herself. bursting through the bubble of her loneliness and#spotting the chink in her armour#but here she looks for him; she finds him#and while this parallels all those scenes the scene it REALLY parallels is the one from last valentines#the two of them alone (both in rooms belonging to chuck) while the party goes on without them. but everything around them is still#both scenes play with light in a really beautiful way#but this time. this time. when he reaches for she doesnât pull away (via @mysteriesofloves)
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The UN just said that the window is closing to prevent âcatastrophicâ effects of climate change and like no shit??? Honestly the window is either already closed (in terms of slow moving policy decisions) or MUCH smaller than theyâre even willing to admit.
Also, fucking DO something about it. The political elite is so concerned about their own myopic self-interest that theyâre never going to be decisive enough to pivot to damage control policies in time.
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Adderall makes my heart beat like I am a small and terrified animal.
3 notes ⢠Posted 2021-08-03 14:14:03 GMT
#3
You know, proposing a new site feature and then having all the users point out vulnerabilities/flaws in the design for you would be a galaxy brain move if tumblr staff were capable of implementing functional features in the first place.
4 notes ⢠Posted 2021-07-22 12:05:11 GMT
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4 notes ⢠Posted 2021-02-15 22:32:24 GMT
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My job on the leftist commune is noticing a pet is going to puke and taking them outside.
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@ prev tags i hope u don't mind me adding my thoughts ajdjs but yeah you explained so much of this better than me!! i feel like dream escaping and throwing a wrench in everything is like... we don't need that yet! we still need to set some stuff up! it'd feel like some arcs get a bit rushed - specifically the quackity versus wilbur thing. i think some of wilbur's stuff that u mentioned could come after dream is dealt with like as a way to wrap up his story but at this point with all the time passing it should prob happen as soon as possible lol and i think it would be almost better for him to like.. what's the opposite of burn bridges i can't remember - reconnect! it would prob be better for him to reconnect with ppl b4 dream escapes so then he might not be so insistent on helping dream bc dream saved him (although i think if wilbur found out about exile he'd try and kill dream himself)
and i'd like to have tubbo and tommy in more! i meant their story concludes after dream escapes and then they have a lil healing arc so when they show up in other stuff they don't feel like they need to be the centre bc a lot of their emotional stuff is sorta wrapped up if you know what i mean (my tumblr is doing that thing where i can't do question marks sorry)
like tubbo keeps doing stuff but bc cctubbo himself doesn't play on the dsmp much it's sorta more natural - he doesn't need to play a character but he can if needed! (/if improv lore gives him the opportunity) but then if he's not a major character in any of that or bc of scheduling it falls thru it doesn't feel like.. unsatisfying. bc his overall emotional arc has sorta ended (would LOVE for tubbo to kill dream<3 i am a simple tubbling i simply think it would be iconic of him to kill the guy who thinks he's nothing more than a pawn<3). i think with both him and tommy it would end on like an open-ended note where we get to see some of their healing process and then it's just sort of implied they're healing while the rest of the server/new members are doing their thing. thinking about it from a cc pov and what they'd be likely to do - again tubbo and maybe even tommy would prob show up in ranboo's lore if he can get around to doing it - whether that happens b4 dream breaks out, during, or after he's dealt with who knows
wrt beeduo balancing out prison breakout arc: true and real. i hope it happens! (you said beeduo twice but with an and/or so idk if their was another duo you meant question mark)
and i prob should've explained the timeline better lol but what i meant was tubbo and tommy both step back from being major characters/have their arcs fulfilled after dream is dealt with for good. the stream or two setting up their healing arc would hopefully address all the things that hasn't been addressed - like exile for eg (exile would hopefully be either addressed in the final defeat of dream, when he escapes, or afterward the whole thing idk up to them)
but yeah what i mean by "i think this character's arc could end" i mean like⌠after the lnv versus wilbur thing + after the whole dream thing - they just go on a massive healing storyline and then whoo nice we can imagine their life is going up from there! maybe sometimes we'll see them around on other storylines who knows. and i mostly say this bc they aren't like⌠playing much casually so they'd have to be booked into lore and if all that is happening in dms it's unlikely unless it's something they're already a part of
sorry if this is repetitive it's kinda late and i can't focus too well rn
thoughts on lore/dsmp plot (everyone characters unless stated otherwise):
-dream can't escape prison until we have at least one more maybe two more quackity and wilbur burger feud thing /srs the pacing would be really off since they only just established it. we need just like. a casual stream of the ppl involved doing their casual day-to-day burger competition working probably ending with another wilbur and quackity clash and GOD hopefully beeduo actually communicate and fix that convo from last time
-THEN you can add the variable of dream escaping since it will largely affect both characters - either wilbur will flock towards dream bc of dream's manipulations (dream saving him. not getting into but i will.) or wilbur will realise something is wrong and have to team up with quackity. or a secret third option who knows
-tubbo and tommy can have their storylines closed off sometime soon after this probably wilbur as well. they can make appearances for ranboo's lore/just when they want to chill on the sever
-preferably some kind of stream with tubbo and tommy (either together or separately) where they talk about healing or set up that they are healing or something so we can fill in the blanks in our minds if the story closes up here
-(i'm mostly saying their story should finish here bc neither really play and the only thing their characters have left to do is these 2 conflicts with lnv and paradise, and dream + then their healing arcs which like. yeah. same with wilbur tbh.)
anyway this is quick bc i need to go to work so i didn't read over this<3 feel free to give ur own thoughts
#long post#encouraging other ppl to weigh in esp about other characters not mentioned here as much!#pref older characters though new characters are doing their thing so they won't be ending their arcs soon (hopefully)
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