#rhs chapter 6

[lucithornz]

Title of JOQ? chapter 6 is "But No"

Title of Red Horse chapter 3 is "Part Time Loser"

[justauthoring]

and i wonder... who? [6]

somehow, you find yourself torn between the two hottest guys at your school and you have no idea who to choose. loosely based off of operation: true love where geto is eunhyeuk and gojo is dohwa :)

a/n: sorry for the delayed update! life kind of took a sporadic turn lol and the next few chapters might take a bit but i'll try my best <3

pairing: geto suguru x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader, satosugu x f!reader

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Gojo knew exactly what Geto was up to and he had no intentions of letting him win.

He really thought he was being so suave and kind.

Gojo could see right through the bullshit.

That in of itself was truly Geto’s biggest mistake – given how often Gojo spent his time bullshitting other people, it wasn’t hard to tell when others were doing it. Sure, Gojo had no intention of doing that to you, but the fact remained plain and simple; people were gullible and fell for Gojo’s ‘charm’ every time just like he could see right through their sweet smiles and kind words.

Everybody wanted the same thing in the end and no one really truly cared about him. At least, not as a person.

Except for you.

You were different. He could tell immediately. The second he’d bumped into you that day and instead of grovelling on your knees with an apology like every single other person would’ve–you got mad. You actually got angry at him. You weren’t all fake smiles and sweet words, and that’s when Gojo instantly knew that you were different. You weren’t just automatically nice to him because of who he was and because you thought you could get something from him; no, you were nice to him because you actually cared.

Sure, it was fun teasing you. Fun seeing your face grow embarrassed and you stutter over your words, but what Gojo liked best was when you thought no one was watching and you’d have this look on your face. This concentrated, twisted face that was completely you in every meaning of the word.

Truth be told, Gojo thought it was beautiful.

He thought you were beautiful.

So, yeah, sure… It was a bummer when he realized he wasn’t the only guy who had eyes for you–and he wasn’t talking about Sukuna. Sukuna hadn’t even been a threat before you’d broken up with him. Just a few questions here and there and it was abundantly clear to Gojo that Sukuna was a horrible boyfriend and although he hadn’t really understood at the time why you’d still stuck with him, he wasn’t worried about getting you to break up with your loser boyfriend.

And hey! Then you went and did it yourself.

Now, it wasn’t like he was saying Geto was a threat—because he wasn’t. Of course he wasn’t. But, it had been just the tiniest bit annoying (yeah, that was the word) for Gojo to find out that he wasn’t the only one who’d realized how amazing you were and if the looks on Geto’s face were anything to go by, it seemed Geto was just as down bad as he was. And sure, he’d been peeved when he’d seen that you’d, at some point, borrowed Geto’s hoodie–and washed it for him, and Geto had been at your house–but it’s fine.

These were all just tiny blimps and Gojo knew he’d be able to win you over easily.

Not that you were just a prize to be won. That certainly was not it.

Gojo’s intentions weren’t just for the sake of it—he’d said it already, hadn’t he?

He thought you were beautiful, kind, funny (the list went on) and you were the only one who had ever been real around him. And Gojo wasn’t about to give that up for anything.

So, no, Gojo wasn’t stupid. He could see Geto’s plan from a mile away to sway you over and he had no intention of losing.

-

You’re starting to think inviting both Geto and Gojo to hang out wasn’t such a great idea.

And it wasn’t because you didn’t want to hang out with them. No, that certainly was not it. Although you’d only known them for a short amount of time, you considered them friends and you hoped they felt the same.

It’s just… well, maybe you underestimated just how much the two didn’t like each other.

It definitely didn’t seem like they were all that concerned with hiding it from you either; at least not anymore.

If anything, it felt like a constant battle between them all night, with the winning side tipping towards the both of them back and forth. Like a relentless, painful game of tug of war.

One second it was Geto tugging you towards a ride, deliberately leaving Gojo trailing behind, and then the next it was Gojo getting you to try some sort of sweet he’d bought and purposefully making sure that Geto could see him spoon-feeding you. You’re not really sure why they’re tug of war is centered around you, but you were tired of being the bait every time.

Now, sitting on a bench, you could physically feel the two of them glaring at each other from over your head on either side of you.

“Ugh!” you cry, pushing yourself to a sudden stand before spinning around to face them. They both start at your sudden outburst, wide eyes falling on you, before flinching when you shove your finger in both of their faces. “I can’t take the two of you! Constantly fighting all night! This was supposed to be fun but it’s been nothing but awkward and tense all night!”

Lips parting, they slowly glance at each other.

Gojo is the first to speak up, pouting; “but Y/N! He’s been trying to hog you all night.”

“Tch,” Geto scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he rolls his eyes. “As if. At least I don’t try to feed her every snack I find.” Then, turning to Gojo, Geto smirks; “what are you? Her mother?”

“I’m being considerate for your information,” Gojo growls, leaning towards Geto without missing a beat. “Did you even bother to ask her if the rides you dragged her on were ones she wanted to go on? I’m pretty sure—”

“This is exactly what I mean!” You cut in, holding your hands out toward them in exasperation. At the dumb look they both give you, you throw your hands in the air; “that’s it. I’m going to the washroom and when I come back, the two of you better have made up or else I’m leaving.”

At that, both of their eyes widened.

When neither of them say anything, you just sigh. 

“I’ll be back.” 

Shoulders slumping, you turn, not bothering to give them another glance before making your way towards the bathroom. It takes you a minute to find the washroom and it’s a little far from Geto and Gojo, but you figure the distance just gives them more time to work out their issues, so you’re not worried. After you’re done, you wash your hands, humming softly to yourself as you dry your hands before making your way out.

Only, you find yourself bumping into another.

“Oh, I’m so–”

Your words, however, fall flat the second you see who you bumped into.

“Su-Sukuna—”

Not wasting a second, Sukuna grabs you by the arm; “can we talk for a second?”

You step back instantly. “I’m actually here with—”

“Geto and Gojo,” he cuts in, voice sharp. His grip never lessens despite you trying to pull away and then suddenly you find yourself being dragged around the side of the washroom, Sukuna pulling you into a more secluded area away from prying eyes. You try not to stumble on your feet as he drags you, forcing the both of you to a stop the second you find your footing and casting a nervous glance around you when you realize no one really can see either of you.

“I know,” Sukuna finishes the second the both of you stop. Your eyes fall on him at his tone, leaning back when you see the nasty glare on his face. “Didn’t take you long to move on, did it?”

Lips parting, you’re baffled; “Su–Sukuna, did you follow me here?”

He scoffs, as if that’s absurd. “I overhead you at school. I invited Mei Mei with me,” he explains with a shrug. “She’s… somewhere.”

Annoyed, you raise your hand, grabbing the one holding your arm and ripping it off of you by the wrist. Sukuna watches you with thin lips. “That still sounds like following me,” you hiss, narrowing your eyes up at him. “And what? Just wanted to wait until I was alone before you cornered me?”

“You’re being dramatic,” Sukuna scoffs. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

Stepping back from him, you cross your arms. “Why?” You bluntly ask, tilting your head. “Because I have nothing to say to you.”

“I want to finish our conversation from last time,” Sukuna explains, stepping towards you.

“There’s nothing to say,” you state, putting emphasis on the word ‘nothing’ to make it clear. “I broke up with you. That’s it. And I have no intention of “continuing” our conversation,” you make the air quotes as you speak, “when you gave me bruises the last time we spoke. I’ve had to sweat in sweaters and hoodies all week and was only able to properly cover them with makeup today.”

Frowning, Sukuna swallows thickly. 

“And why do you even care?” You ask, shaking your head as you shove at his chest lightly. “I moved on too quickly? Didn’t you cheat on me?”

Taking your wrist in his hand, Sukuna’s eyes flash, like he’s going to do something, before he stops himself, face falling briefly. “What do you want me to do?” And oddly, his voice sounds different; twisted and distressed… almost, desperate? “You want me to beg? Get on my knees and beg for you to reconsider?”

Well, that certainly wasn’t what you were expecting.

Still, you find no true argument with his words.

“Yeah,” you say without hesitation, straightening your back out as you step towards him. “Kneel.”

And there’s the briefest moment of pause, stilling and suffocating silence, before you feel a sharp sting across your cheek.

-

“Well, this is getting nowhere.”

Huffing, Geto shakes his head; “clearly.”

Silence follows. Despite Geto’s sarcasm, Gojo shockingly doesn’t retort in return, and then, unfortunately, Geto finds himself sitting there in silence, Gojo doing the same beside him, the both of them waiting for you to return.

Even if that means you’ll all just end up leaving because Geto and Gojo couldn’t work out their differences for one night.

This certainly wasn’t what Geto imagined for your first date with him – upsetting you enough that you’d leave… but hey, Gojo wasn’t supposed to be here either so it’s not entirely his fault.

…Right?

Sinking further against the bench, Geto lets his head lean back, glancing up at the darkening sky.

A minute passes. Then another. Then another.

Geto frowns. Sitting back up, he glances in the direction you’d left, brows furrowing when he doesn’t see you peeking through the crowd. A quick glance at his phone tells him you’ve been gone for at least ten minutes, maybe more… it didn’t take you that long to go to the washroom, did it?

“She’s taking a long time, isn’t she?”

Face falling, Geto glances at Gojo. If he was thinking the same thing, then…

With a split second decision, the both of them stand up, not wasting a second before heading in the direction they saw you leave in. Geto sees the sign to the washroom after two minutes of walking and his panic really starts to settle in then, eyes frantically glancing around to see even a flash of you somewhere.

But you’re nowhere to be found.

“Can you see her?” Geto asks, turning to Gojo beside him.

The white-haired boy is frowning; “no. She’s not here.”

Chest tightening, Geto tries to ignore the racing of his heart as he frantically glances around. The park isn’t that busy but still, it’s overwhelming him just how many people he’s seeing that aren’t you… Where could you have gone in the ten minutes since you’d gone to the washroom? 

Then, briefly, Geto sees a familiar head of blueish-white hair.

It’s Mei Mei.

Which meant…

“Gojo,” Geto calls sharply, pulling the boy's attention on him.

“What?” Gojo calls, stepping towards him. “Did you find her? I can’t see her anywhere.”

“No, but I know where she might be.”

Not bothering to explain, Geto starts to walk towards Mei Mei, Gojo quickly moves to follow after him, but he makes it a total of five steps before Gojo is suddenly calling your name. Startled and confused, Geto glances back at Gojo only to see the guy heading to the right and as Geto’s eyes trail upwards and sees you, he swears he sees red.

- 

What?

What… just happened?

Bringing a hand to your cheek, you stare back at Sukuna in disbelief. To his credit, even he seems a bit shocked by his actions, but the anger easily takes over any shock and his face twists into something nasty as he takes the wrist of the hand holding your cheek and tugs you towards him.

Your mind is numb. You can feel your eyes welling with tears, not so much because of the pain but because of the sudden fear radiating through your veins and the way it feels like you can’t breathe, but yet your body refuses to move. You know you should—you know you should be trying to get as far away from Sukuna as possible, but your body won’t listen.

Neither will your mind.

“Me!” Sukuna cries out, sound estranged as he squeezes your wrist hard. “Kneel for you?! Are you insane? You should be thanking me for ever even considering giving you the light of day when you’re nothing but—”

But Sukuna never finishes his words. 

One second, he’s in front of you and the next he isn’t. You’re left standing there, confused, cheek still hurting, wrist aching, arms left before you, before there’s another set of hands pressing into you but this time they’re warm and gentle and soft and wait—

You’ve felt these hands before.

You blink and then suddenly Gojo’s familiar blue eyes are staring into your own with concern, lips parting as he asks you what you’re sure is if you’re okay even though you can’t hear him actually say the words.

But you can’t think of how to respond to him because your eyes slowly shift to his left and you finally see Sukuna. Only, he’s on his back and Geto is over top of him, gripping him by the front of his shirt before swinging his free hand back and punching him square in the face.

Oh. 

Oh.

“—Y/N. Y/N! Look at me! Are you okay?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turn back to Gojo. “I’m… I’m okay.”

His hands leave you and a start of panic floods you, but then his palm is pressing gently into your stinging cheek and your eyes flutter as it instantly soothes the ache; even if a little.

“Your cheek is red,” Gojo mumbles, frowning. “That fucking asshole.”

And his narrowed eyes glance back at Sukuna.

That reminds you—

Your eyes shift and Geto is still punching Gojo and your face falls when you see his knuckles are slightly red—bloody.

“Geto…” You call but your voice comes out as a whisper, panic crawling up your throat. Geto lands another hit on Sukuna and you swear you hear the sound of his fist making contact with your cheek and the panic deepens because something about seeing Geto that angry scares you. “Geto–please… please—!”

You’re stepping forward even as Gojo tries to pull you back, but you manage to catch a grip on the back of Geto’s sweater just as a high-pitched scream echoes. Mei Mei comes running in just as Geto finally focuses on your touch, your knuckles turning white from how hard you’re clutching onto his shirt.

Breathless, panting, Geto lets his eyes fall on you, then Gojo who nods at him, before falling back on Sukuna who has a bloody nose and what looks like a black eye and then, finally, Mei Mei who is falling on her knees beside him.

“What did you do?” She cries, voice shrieking. Her watery eyes meet Geto’s eyes directly. “What did you do!”

Stepping back, Geto stumbles, and Gojo moves to steady him just as you reach for his hand.

You frown at how bruised it is.

Gojo watches the interaction for a moment before speaking up; “we should probably get her out of here.”

Still somewhat breathless, Geto nods; “yeah,” he calls out, voice hoarse.

Gojo sets a hand against your back and Geto is threading his bruised fingers through yours, and the both of them tug you out, not letting you see Sukuna and ignoring Mei Mei’s cries of indignation. 

And the three of you don’t stop once.

-

“That was honestly kind of badass.”

“Satoru.”

“I mean it!”

Snorting, Geto rolls his eyes, before meeting Gojo’s. “Thanks.” 

Grinning, Gojo sends him a thumbs up.

“This isn’t a joke,” you cut in, carefully wrapping a bandage around Geto’s knuckles. “You could get in serious trouble for this if he tells the school. Or worse, if Mei Mei does.”

“Psh,” Gojo laughs, “they won’t.”

You turn to him in disbelief. “And how do you know that?”

“If Sukuna says something, he’ll not only be a snitch but his reputation will be ruined. I mean, he lost… badly. He didn’t even get one hit in,” Gojo explains with a grin, stepping towards you and Geto who are sitting on your couch. “There’s no way he’d ever admit to that. And Mei Mei won’t either because she’ll do anything Sukuna says.”

Biting your lip, you take in Gojo’s explanation — honestly, you couldn’t find any fault in his explanation.

“Besides,” Geto speaks up, eyes focused on you. “He deserved it. For hitting you.”

Sitting on the single chair across from you, Gojo lets out a heavy breath; “ditto. The guys a dick.” 

Frowning, you set Geto’s hand down, now fully bandaged, hugging yourself as you glance at your feet.

Geto and Gojo glance at each other.

“What happened?” Geto asks after a moment, voice low.

Pinching your arms slightly, you sigh.

“Y/N,” Gojo pushes, “come on.”

“I don’t even know.” You breathe after a moment, shoulders slumping. “I was just leaving the washroom and then I bumped into him and when I tried to get away, he just… grabbed me. I didn’t think–... I didn’t think he get that mad.”

Meeting each other's eyes, Geto speaks up first; “what did he want?”

“He wanted… to get back together,” you choose not to mention the part when he insinuated you were easy by being with Geto and Gojo… that would only egg them on further. And even if Geto decided he didn’t want to get his hands anymore bloody, you couldn’t count on Gojo feeling the same way. “When I told him no, he asked me if I wanted him to beg. I said yes.”

There’s a stunned silence, then Gojo laughs. You blink at him, surprised, having expected they’d curse you out for being so stupid to try and talk back to Sukuna, but Gojo is laughing and when you turn back to Geto, he’s smirking.

You bite back a smile.

“Nice,” Gojo snorts. “The man could be knocked down a peg or two.”

You just nod to yourself, secretly really happy they both liked your confidence.

But then, you remember what you’d originally been saying; “anyways… After that, he—... slapped me. I was shocked and my body wouldn’t move, so he grabbed him and truthfully I don’t know what he would’ve done but you guys got there before he could.” Hesitating a second, you meet both of their eyes. “Thank you.”

Gojo nods, but Geto just glances at you, then, you watch as his eyes lower towards your arm.

Your back straightens.

“Is that the only time he’s hurt you?”

Eyes widening, you freeze. “W-What?” 

Reaching forward, Geto takes your wrist in his own—instantly, you notice how much more gentle his touch is. His fingers loop around the length of your wrist but he doesn’t squeeze or pull, and you follow his lead, despite your nerves, easily as he shifts your arm, moving it so it's raised. He then takes his free hand and rubs at your arm.

You watch with parted lips as he rubs the foundation you’d put there clean off, revealing a faint and healing bruise.

“It’s why you were wearing sweaters all week, yeah?” Geto asks, meeting your gaze with lidded, dark eyes.

Swallowing thickly, you nod.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Gojo cuts in, pulling your attention away from Geto and on him as his face tenses. 

“I’ll help you.” Geto adds, letting your arm fall softly by your side, nodding over at Gojo.

You watch the two of them for a moment, before realizing; 

“Hey!” You suddenly call, ignoring the mood as you smile at them. “You two are getting along!”

Geto and Gojo stare at you blankly.

“That’s what you’re concerned with?” Geto asks incredulously.

“Why not?” You laugh, shaking your head. “This is what I wanted all night!,” then, lowering your voice, you add; “even if it is bonding over talk of murder…”

There’s a beat of silence, then, Geto snorts, a second later, Gojo follows by a laugh of his own. You all glance at each other for a moment longer, before bursting out in a collective laugh, your head falling back as you clutch at your stomach, giggling.

[phantomfen]

Chapter 6 of Interloper is out now :3

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NW: So tonight has been wonderful RR: No N, it wasn’t, it sucked. RR: It was like taking a cold shower, for 5 hours, while in uniform. NW: Verily NW: Which is why i went to hoods for pity pancakes and guess what S: n y do u keep bragging about the pity pancakes every time NW: I never brag about the pancakes S: you so do NW: I would Never

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RR: I’m sorry? RH, you are dating someone who professionally goes by ‘Diesel Beretta’?? RH: Apology accepted. RR: Fuck you.

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[clockwayswrites]

Edited 3 chapters of Not So Imaginary and 2 of abson while failing to sleep. That leaves 6 of abson left and then all completed work will be edited!

Still working on the not!writing outline. So a question for people here a fan of that one, since you all gave been so instrumental in it...

What not dates would Jason and Danny have. And what actually dates would Danny have with Jason and RH? Or fun situations to throw them into to get them closer/let Jason sugar daddy Danny.

[bonefall]

The most disappointing thing about the apparent direction of Riverstar's Home, based on these leaks, is how much it reduces him as a concept... what was fun about him was his mystery. He had connections to One Eye, to a whole other culture, a unique set of skills with his fishing and swimming.

And so far (as of chapter 6, as far as the leaks go), RH has filled in those blanks with the most boring options possible. "Don't worry guys, he's NOT queer at all, here's his exclusively straight love interests!! He didn't even know One Eye before he knew the Tribe cats! And all that stuff about water-- yeah he has NOT actually been here much longer than the Tribe cats, and he spent lots of time in a kittypet home so you don't have to think about all the potential stories he could have had and one of his love interests can teach him almost everything."

Not only does it re-tell events we've already seen, it's slamming shut the door on what could have been, making him less compelling as a character. It's almost vindictively boring, as if they were trying to sand away what would make him stand out as a WC protagonist.

My prediction is that some of the later chapters will have some original content, much like how Onestar's Confession was mostly treading old ground with a few chapters dedicated to Brushpaw and the return to Chelford.

And that's just a shame.

[biancavogrincic]

Chapter 6

Gatilhos

Bianca estava indo para casa de Edilene, ela sabia que não poderia voltar em casa nunca mais em sua vida, seus tios a mataria.

Edilene decretou que Bianca moraria com ela daquele dia em diante, Lene pediu para que ela enviasse sua localização em tempo real via WhatsApp para que eles soubessem onde ela estava caso o tio resolvesse a seguir e importunar.

Quando estava saindo da estação de metrô, Bianca recebeu uma mensagem de Miguel, avisando que o pai iria contrata-la para a função de auxiliar administrativa na sede da empresa, o que deixou a mesma mais aliviada, até pelos benefícios que eram melhores, além do salário.

Ao ler isso, Bianca ligou para Enzo, embora soubesse que estava tarde e ele provavelmente estava dormindo, mas Bianca não queria protelar, não queria ver Enzo nunca mais em sua vida.

Neste exato momento, a equipe de relações públicas e Enzo estavam correndo de um lado para o outro tentando resolver a situação, a equipe de Enzo não queria que ele perdesse o posto de "homem romântico que vai morrer fiel a esposa mesmo após a morte".

— Atende. — Josy, a acessora de relações públicas de Enzo comandou.

— Não, amanhã eu converso com ela.

— Você precisa demitir essa garota, as feministas da internet pode te massacrar por culpa dela, olhe a diferença de idade.

— Ou juridicamente falando, ela pode alegar assédio, você é o chefe dela. — Cristina, a advogada interna do escritório administrativo dele alertou.

— Bianca jamais faria algo assim. — Enzo confiava em Bianca e sabia que ela jamais faria isso, mas tanto Josy quanto Cristina já haviam lidado com mulheres interesseiras e considerava todas que se aproximavam de Enzo como "Marias chuteiras".

— Atenda e saberemos.

Enzo suspirou pesadamente e atendeu, mas ele estava com medo do que Bianca o diria, desde que essa história estourou na mídia, ficou com medo que Bianca o deixasse.

— Bianca, olha, se for pelo que está acontecendo, eu estou tentando resolver isso. — Enzo falou assim que atendeu. — Estamos dando um jeito de negar tudo que aconteceu...

— Não precisa se preocupar, eu cometi um erro, não deveria ter interpretado e levado nada para outro sentido, sinto muito. — Bianca não sabia que Josy estava gravando, ela queria divulgar nas redes sociais, Enzo não percebeu, ele jamais permitiria que Bianca fosse exposta dessa forma. — Aliás, eu me demito, não precisa pagar nada, se precisar que eu assine qualquer termo, eu vou no RH do seu escritório administrativo e assino. — Enzo ficou em choque escutando isso, ele estava temendo isso e realmente aconteceu.

— Perfeito! — Cristina falou aliviada. — Menos um problema, ela realmente coopera com você, uma fofa essa menina.

Enzo olhou severo para a mulher que tomou até mesmo seu celular para poder falar aquilo com Bianca, ele não gostou nada daquilo.

— Vamos precisar que você dê uma declaração ou solte uma nota falando que Enzo nunca quis falar aquilo com você.

Bianca escutou isso e se sentiu magoada com Enzo mais uma vez, era como se ela não fosse nada ou só uma história a ser resolvida porque manchou a reputação do homem perfeito que ainda ama a falecida esposa.

— Bianca, eu não aceito sua demissão. — Enzo finalmente conseguiu dizer algo, ele estava sentindo um desespero crescer dentro de si. — Eu contratei você por confiar unicamente em você para cuidar da minha menina e eu preciso de você, eu preciso da única pessoa capaz de me manter em paz.

— Enzo, vai ser melhor para você e se for o problema, pague uma indenização...

— Cala a boca, Cristina! — Enzo comandou. — Eu não aceito sua demissão, não quero que você me deixe...

— Enzo, eu não sou nada sua, apenas uma ex funcionária.

— Você é minha amiga, minha luz, a minha santa...Bianca, eu sei que acabei te magoando da forma como eu agi, mas não me deixa...

Josy e Cristina entenderam que Enzo estava realmente interessado romanticamente em Bianca, nunca o viu tão desesperado por ninguém, tão frágil por ter alguém se afastando dele. Todas as mulheres se humilham pela atenção de Enzo, se colocam em situações constrangedoras apenas para conseguir uma migalha de atenção e elas nunca conseguem, as duas entenderam que Bianca era sim diferente, Enzo quem estava completamente apaixonado. 

— Está decidido, não me venha com essas escusas, nós não somos amigos e nunca fomos, a única relação que tivemos foi a de empregador e empregada.

— Não foi, ao menos não pra mim. — Enzo sentiu seu peito apertando e uma vontade imensa de chorar. — Bianca, minha filha e minha mãe só confiam em você, elas vão ficar mal eu sei que eu cometi um erro, mas...

— Está decidido, eu me demito, amanhã entrego a carta de demissão ou envio por email pro seu RH, o senhor decide. — Bianca desligou e negou com cabeça.

Enzo sentiu as lágrimas em seus olhos, ele estava chorando, um medo maior surgia dentro de si, não queria perder Bianca, não queria deixá-la escapar.

— Foi isso mesmo que eu escutei? — Mari indagou indignada.

— Eu vou resolver isso, ela só está magoada comigo...

— E eu não tiro a razão dela, acabei de ver o que estão comentando e os vídeos do momento, você foi ridículo, mas não vou deixar Luna ser prejudicada porque o pai dela não sabe se comportar com uma mulher. — Mari estava muito colérica, ela não queria outra pessoa cuidado de Luna, seus planos até a cirurgia já estavam certos.

— Ele foi cavalheiro e foi sincero com a garota, ela que se iludiu. — Josy defendeu o chefe.

— Eu não estou falando com você, estou falando com o meu filho. — Mari a cortou. — Se ele agisse da melhor maneira ou como cavalheiro com ela, não teria dado esperanças a ela se não consegue esquecer a Carol...

Enzo estava de cabeça baixa, mas quando escutou aquilo, encarou a mãe, ele estava prestes a retrucar, mas Mari não deu chances, ela estava cansada do mesmo sofrimento que Enzo estava passando e da forma como ele não seguia em frente.

— Se você não consegue superar a minha filha, então não impeça ninguém de superar e nem machuque o coração de garotas inocentes. — ela decretou. — Eu irei atrás dela, vou consertar essa merda, pedir para ela continuar por Luna, mas eu sou a primeira a dizer que quero você longe de Bianca, estamos entendidos? — Enzo assentiu.

Mari foi em seu quarto, pegou seu celular e ligou para Edilene, ela havia prometido que cuidaria de Bianca e não seria como as outras pessoas naquele prédio.

— Oi, dona Mari. — Edilene falou seca.

— Dona Edilene, sei que prometi cuidar de Bianca e que falhei nisso, mas eu preciso de Bianca aqui do meu lado nesses tempos.

— Precisa de Bianca para ser o step da sua filha falecida? — Edilene foi dura nas palavras, o que fez Mari começar chorar compulsivamente.

— Não, porque ela é a única pessoa que manteria o brilho de minha neta caso eu não resista a cirugia que vou fazer. — Mari respondeu aos prantos. — Eu estou com câncer de mama, mas além dessa doença maldita, tenho alergia a anestesia, toda cirurgia que eu faço fico entre a vida e a morte, não sei se vou sobreviver e sua neta é a única pessoa do mundo que eu confio pra cuidar da minha bebê, ela também é a única pessoa do mundo que ilumina meu dia e me deixa esperançosa.

Edilene ficou em silêncio, sentiu-se mal pelas palavras duras proferidas anteriormente e entendeu o motivo do desespero da mulher para achar uma babá adequada para Luna, ela precisa de uma figura materna para a neta caso ela venha faltar, embora não gostasse muito da ideia por saber que era responsabilidade muito grande para Bianca, ela entende o lado de Mari, pois ela faria o mesmo em seu lugar.

Isso sem contar que ela notou que Bianca já ama incondicionalmente Luna, ela fala da pequena o tempo inteiro, se importa em aprender coisas novas para poder passar sempre o melhor para a pequena e Edilene notou que a jovem tem até maus pressentimentos quando Luninha está doente ou quando alguém lhe faz mal na escola.

— Me desculpe pelo que eu falei sobre sua filha, eu estava irritada e querendo proteger a minha menina. — Lene falou arrependida. — Olhe, seu filho machucou muito a minha menina, percebi pelo olhar dela no vídeo, se vocês estiverem por perto...

— Eu sei, ele vai estar por perto, mas eu prometo nunca mais deixar ele ficar gracinha com Bianca, só não a afaste de mim ou de Luna, nós não temos culpa, Lene.

— Está bem, mas ela não vai mais trabalhar para você, ela arranjou um bom emprego em uma empresa e isso está decidido, a relação entre vocês será uma amizade, sem ela se preocupar em ter que agradar ninguém por causa de trabalho.

— Eu concordo plenamente, não quero que ela se importe com minha neta porque é a função dela e sim por um sentimento sincero. E apesar de sentir falta, você sabe que eu jamais impediria ela de ir trabalhar em um lugar mais parecido com a área dela, eu quero que Bianca alcance todos os objetivos.

— Olha, eu só deixei ela ir trabalhar para a senhora porque sabia que a senhora jamais limitaria as oportunidades dela.

— Ela é uma garota incrível, eu não teria essa coragem. — Mari sorriu sincera e mais aliviada. — Olha, eu li certas coisas que estão falando dela nas redes sociais e nas mídias e estou enojada, não se preocupe que eu vou arcar com todo atendimento psicológico para Bianca poder lidar com isso depois desse trauma.

— Eu agradeço, ela já passa por coisas demais todos os dias e hoje sei que foi o limite para ela muitos sentidos.

— Não se preocupe, eu irei cuidar de Bianca também. — Edilene sorriu satisfeita. — Amanhã posso ir em sua casa visitá-la com Luna? Quero poder conversar ela, pedir desculpas e desejar o melhor para ela.

— Claro que pode, ela vai amar receber a senhora, amanhã é o meu dia de folga, será um prazer receber a senhora e a Luninha aqui. — Mari ficou animada. — Olha, eu tenho que desligar agora porque vou terminar de preparar a janta de Bibi pra quando ela chegar da faculdade.

— Está bem, dê um beijo nela por mim e até amanhã, dona Lene.

— Até amanhã, Dona Mari.

As duas desligaram e apesar do alívio de ter esclarecido muitas coisas, ambas sentiram um desconforto esquisito no peito e uma espécie de arrepio na coluna, como se algo ruim fosse acontecer.

Do outro lado da cidade, mas ainda mais próximo de Edilene, Bianca pegou o ônibus e durante todo caminho seu coração batia freneticamente, quando desceu para ir para casa de Edilene, sentiu um calafrio imenso passar pelo seu corpo, na metade do caminho sentiu que estava sendo seguida, até que sua intuição se mostrou certa.

Quando estava saindo do ponto de ônibus, seu braço foi agarrado com força, o susto foi tão rápido que Bianca nem conseguiu reagir, era Carlos, ele a arrastou até o carro.

— ME SOLTA! — Bianca gritou, tentando se soltar. — Eu não moro mais com você!

— Você só sai da minha vida quando eu decidir, sua bastarda! — ele puxou Bianca pelos cabelos e a forçou entrar dentro do carro.

— Você é um lunático! — Bianca esbravejou.

— Você achou mesmo que iria agir feito uma vagabunda e eu não iria te colocar no devido lugar? — Carlos indagou, travando as portas do carro.

— Eu não fiz nada e não te devo satisfação...SOCORRO! — Bianca gritou desesperada.

— VOCÊ ME TRAIU, SUA PUTA IMUNDA! — ele bateu no rosto de Bianca.

Embora Bianca estivesse gritando por ajuda, ninguém foi ajudá-la, até porque interpretaram aquilo como briga de marido e mulher, não queriam se meter.

Carlos levou Bianca para um local isolado e de mata na região de São Miguel Paulista, ele estava decidido a acabar com a vida da jovem naquele dia, não iria permitir jamais que um homem que não fosse ele ou em raras vezes seu filho tocasse em Bianca.

Carlos estava cego de ódio, queria Bianca só para ele, este homem sem caráter via a pobre garota como seu objeto.

— Sabia que esses trabalhos seus eram macho.

— EU NÃO TENHO NADA COM O ENZO E MESMO SE TIVESSE, ELE É O ÚNICO HOMEM QUE EU JA DESEJEI TER ALGO, VOCÊ É UM DOENTE QUE ABUSA DE MIM DESDE QUE EU ERA UMA CRIANÇA, SEU MONSTRO... — Bianca tentava lutar contra o homem, mas ele era mais forte.

— Dando o rabo para um jogador de futebol...— ele bateu a cabeça de Bianca, o que a garota ficar meio tonta, ele aproveitou a deixa e a arrastou para dentro do terreno baldio. — Ninguém mais vai te tocar, apenas eu, nem que eu tenha que te matar, Bianca. — murmurou, possessivo.

Ele a jogou no chão e Bianca se encolheu pressentindo que ele iria espanca-la até a morte, como não estava tão claro o lugar, Bianca pegou discretamente o celular e ligou para o primeiro número que viu na lista de chamadas sem olhar o nome.

— Minha filha, onde você está? — Edilene indagou preocupada.

— Carlos, você vai me matar! — Bianca murmurou em prantos.

— Ainda bem que você sabe que eu vou, acha mesmo que deixar alguém te tocar novamente, Bianca?

— Bianca, o que está acontecendo? — Isaque indagou preocupado ao escutar os gritos da garota.

— Você me arrastou para um terreno abandonado do lado de uma empresa de materiais recicláveis próximo a cidade de Guarulhos em São Miguel Paulista para me assassinar?

Edilene entendeu que Bianca ligou para ela e estava falando daquela forma por ajuda e que o homem iria mata-la.

— Liga para polícia. — Edilene comandou para Isaque.

— A senhora acha mesmo que esses caras vão fazer alguma coisa? — Isaque não confiava em policiais e como ele sabia que Carlos era ex policial. — Mais fácil falar com os caras do movimento.

— Sim, vamos ligar para polícia.— Edilene sentia um ódio enorme dentro de si, queria poder matar Carlos com as próprias mãos. — Tem uma filha de uma amiga de dona Isabel que é delegada, tem o número dela na minha agenda.

Edilene era um tanto tradicional, anotava o número em uma agenda, não tinha conhecimento para anotar no celular, neste momento, ela agradeceu por anotar no papel, pois Isaque ligou para mulher, se apresentou e contou o que estava acontecendo.

Ele colocou o telefone no viva-voz e a delegada de polícia pôde escutar os gritos de socorro de Bianca, como Isaque estava monitorando a localização da garota, logo enviou para a delegada, a doutora Sirlene.

— Queria que a burra da sua tia fosse tão, vai ser uma pena ter que matar você. — Carlos sacou uma arma, o que fez Bianca começar chorar copiosamente.— Você não está na faculdade porra nenhuma, está dando esse seu rabo por aí! — Carlos acusou. — Agora você chora, sua puta?

— Eu faço o que você quiser, só me deixa em paz, não me mata, por favor!

— MAS EU QUERO TE MATAR MESMO, SUA IMUNDA!

— Eu vou para lá! — Isaque pegou a chave do carro. — Ele vai acabar matando a Bibi.

— Não, você pode atrapalhar, a viatura já está chegando ao local. — a doutora Sirlene advertiu.

— Aquele filho de uma puta está machucando a minha irmã, doutora.

— Meu neto, ela tem razão não é o mais indicado você ir até lá, sei que é angustiante ficar sem fazer nada, mas só podemos confiar na polícia.

No terreno onde Carlos queria concretizar seu crime, ele atirava para o alto ou ao lado do corpo de Bianca para assustar a garota.

— Você quer tanto dar o que é meu, então vou te mostrar que ninguém tira o que é meu. — ele segurou o pescoço da garota apertando com força, ele sentia como se a propriedade dele estivesse sendo invadida, Carlos é simplesmente obcecado por Bianca desde que a mesma era uma criança. — Tire a porra da roupa!

— Quem disse que eu sou sua? — Bianca indagou ofegante quando ele soltou seu pescoço. — Eu prefiro morrer a deixar você me tocar, eu não sou sua!

— Não se faça de desentendida! — ele estava se referindo a Enzo. — Você é minha e não vai dar pra jogador nenhum, nem que eu tenha que te matar, Bianca.

— Para de ser um doente!

— Me respeite e procure seu lugar, puta! — ele deu um tapa tão forte no rosto de Bianca que ela cuspiu sangue. — Tire a porra da roupa agora!

— Ele é o meu chefe, eu sou a babá da filha dele, nunca aconteceu nada, só me deixa em paz, tio Carlos. — Bianca estava tossindo, por muito pouco o homem não a matou.

— Então quer dizer que essa faxina na verdade é na cama do jogador?

— Não! — Bianca negou com a cabeça desesperada. — Eu nunca tive nada com ninguém, eu sei que... — Carlos deu um chute em Bianca e fez a mesma gritar de dor.

— MENTIRA!

Ele abaixou as calças e se aproveitando da vulnerabilidade de Bianca, ele tirou a calça e a cueca, ao notar o que estava prestes a acontecer novamente, a garota que gritou desesperada e tentou usar todas suas forças sair de lá e fugir do homem.

— PARA, POR FAVOR! SOCORRO!

Enquanto seu corpo era violado, Bianca só queria que aquilo passasse rapidamente ou que fosse morta de uma vez por todas, sentia que a última parte nela que ainda sobrevivia em meio aqueles abusos, havia morrido definitivamente, a pobre garota sentiu que nunca mais teria paz, que nunca mais sentiria vontade de ter homem algum perto dela.

A jovem tentava tirar o homem de cima dela, mas era inútil, quando sentiu seu corpo ser invadido novamente, Bianca mordeu o homem, deu socos, mas nada adiantava, Bianca só queria que aquilo parasse.

— Você não é de mais ninguém, pode gritar, ninguém vai te ajudar.

Na cabeça de Carlos, se Bianca ficasse com outro homem, ele a mataria, para este homem monstruoso, a garota era sua propriedade.

Quando ele acabou, se levantou, ajeitou a roupa e sacou a arma apontando para Bianca novamente, ela fechou os olhos e só desejou que ele atirasse logo, foi neste momento que os policiais chegaram junto a delegada, atiraram no braço de Carlos o fazendo o largar a arma, saíram da viatura e o prendeu em flagrante.

— Você está preso! — a delegada logo o imobilizou e o algemou. — Quero ver ser o machão na cadeia agora! — ela o jogou no camburão.

Quando ela foi até Bianca, a garota estava no chão paralisada, cheia de hematomas, com sêmen e sangue entre suas pernas, simplesmente em prantos.

— Bianca, sua avó Edilene me chamou, está tudo bem agora, ele já foi preso. — a mulher falou, mas tudo que Bianca conseguia pensar era nas memórias passadas de seus traumas.

Sua mente a levou para semanas antes de seu aniversário de 18 anos, seu tio havia lhe abusado da sala de casa e o motivo era ciúmes de Juliano, o filho era tão doente quanto o pai.

Bianca acabou desmaiando e foi conduzida para o hospital Pérola Byinton, onde passou por uma bateria de exames e procedimentos médicos como remédios para prevenir IST's e remédios para evitar uma gravidez.

A sensação de ter tido parte de sua alma arrancada de seu corpo, foi assim que Bianca sentiu mesmo estando desacordada, dessa vez, a vergonha, o peso de tudo que havia acontecido foi muito maior, talvez ela jamais consiga confiar, se abrir, se entregar ou querer até mesmo ser tocada por outras pessoas.

[paprikadotmp4]

wip ask game

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tagged by the lovely @ladytauria !! thank yew bb ♡

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

hMmMMmmMMMmmm... i'll organize by ship because i think that's easier:

BRUJAY 1. delusional bruce 2. grooming???? i guess?? 3. mafia jason x doctor bruce 4. stoke a fire (suicidal jason mob au)

BRUJAYDICK 5. but make them freaks

DICKTIM 6. [gift for my good friend ****] 7. dicktim chapter 1

JAYBUCKY 8. to hold saltwater in your mouth

JAYCEST 9. ak!jay x rh!jason dimension displacement

JAYDICK 10. "wow officer grayson," jason simpers, 11. brother dear spinoff 12. earth 3 is sooo sexxceee 13. scumbag dick but it's cute

JAYROY 14. jaybin x speedy mutual noncon

JAYTIM 15. AITA for not realizing i'm in love with my crime lord roommate? 16. [super secret collab w the boys ( *︾▽︾)] 17. darkroom (black, white, red light) 18. darlings kill you dead (/ pretty when you kill?) 19. deliver your eulogies (rr) 20. in motion time loop 21. online friends identity shenanigans 22. point and shoot (and have some fun, baby) 23. [frantic fanfic with 🍜] 24. [another frantic fanfic with 🍜]

JAYTIMDAMI 25. momegaverse [for ****]

JONDAMI 26. damian being a meanie 27. where dami thinks jonjay are together but they're just fwbs

KHOAJAY 28. chokehold (aka pining for bruce)

ROBINPILE 29. paprika interviews some vampires

SLADEJAY 30. roadtrip + injury 31. slade x eng major jason but subverted 32. speed dating is for schmucks [frantic fanfic with 🪼🐈] 33. [heheheh gift for ********; has romanjay]

TIMDAMI (urgh i forgot people call this damitim but i can't rearrange the numbering anymore இ௰இ) 34. a fine line / play nice / they fck in the cave or smth 35. deliver your eulogies (jaytim rr but timdami ver) 36. tmdm casefic plotting

i think most people i know have been tagged... just in case though, tagging: @37nightwalker @jacenpetertodd @disniq @marsupialmenace @azol-otl @setsailslash ??? come on buds!! ♡♡♡

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thank you for the tags @yanny-77 and @alltoowellread!

My WIPs:

Last One Standing

Ch5: You Were Only Waiting

TBAV: Brotherly Competition

RttHC: All Tied Up

ASOLB Ch4

Nesta RH

LoA TBAV Outline

Azris Patrochilles AU

6-How Dare You

5-And So, We Danced

Who Have We Become

The Process of Progress

sad wet rat and the club rat

Rhys's mom massages little Cass's back

Lauda/Hunt F1 AU

Carhysta Smut

A Court of Hurting & Healing

Casris Hounds

Multichap fics only have the next chapter listed.

No pressure gats: @chunkypossum, @born-to-riot, @housetomte, @nocasdatsgay, @augustinerose

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: John Barry

Published: Sep 6, 2023

Do you ever hear a new concept, and suddenly realise that it has tapped into an important truth that had already been floating around on the hinterlands of your consciousness for some time? Well, 2019 saw the birth of one such idea: the concept of luxury beliefs (explained below), which was launched in the New York Post by Dr Rob Henderson, a former student of Yale and recent PhD graduate of Cambridge. The concept struck a chord with many people, and academia suddenly became very interested in this wunderkind Henderson. Unexpectedly, this interest hasn’t been reciprocated, leaving the academic world somewhat perplexed.

As an interviewer, it’s hard for me to say which is more interesting - the story of why Rob Henderson turned his back on contemporary academia, what he is doing next, or indeed what it is about his background that helped him recognise the phenomenon of luxury beliefs before anyone else did. Read on and decide for yourself.

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John Barry (JB): You are interested in a range of topics in psychology, sociology, and anthropology. What drew you to studying psychology? 

Rob Henderson (RH): I suppose I’ve always been curious about human nature and social behaviour. What got me started on the academic track was when I was enlisted in the military – over 10 years ago now – I found a copy of How the Mind Works by Steven Pinker at an airport on my way to a deployment in Al Udeid. I picked up this book because I thought the cover and title were interesting. Hmmm… how does the mind work? So I picked it up on a whim, read the book, found it fascinating, and that just got me started in reading more psychology books, watching psychology lectures on YouTube, and that led me to decide to study psychology more formally. I applied to Yale and studied Psychology as an undergrad there. And while I was studying psychology, I was also experiencing a shift in the social environment, in the social class backgrounds of the people who were around me, and so naturally I connected what I was studying and these anecdotal observations. This contributed to my decision to keep studying psychology and get as much education as I could, and that led me to apply for a PhD in Cambridge which I finished in December of 2022.

JB: Was there any particular thing in Pinker’s book that hooked you?

RH: He talks about the desire for social esteem, recognition, respect. How well regarded we are by others is not a material reward, it lives in the minds of other people. Pinker links this to evolutionary psychology and how important social belonging and acceptance were in the human ancestral environment, and that was something I had never thought about at that point in my life in a conscious explicit way.

JB: Is this topic related to your PhD?

RH: I was a research assistant in Paul Bloom’s lab. He’s a developmental psychologist who studies the origins of morality in babies and young children, and that became interesting to me. I read Jonathan Haidt’s book The Righteous Mind and read about moral foundations theory, so those interests led me to study this for my PhD. It’s unrelated to my public writing, but I do still study status. One of the studies we published a couple of years ago found that social anxiety, which is a proxy for preoccupation with status, is heavily correlated with how morally objectionable people rate various transgressions. One interpretation of this is the more concerned people are with their status, the more harshly they condemn moral wrongdoers.

JB: So this is something you published from your PhD?

RH: Yes, in the journal Scientific Reports. During my doctoral program, I led another set of studies as well, and co-authored a commentary and a chapter, but otherwise I don’t really have a strong interest to publish academic texts. It was an interesting experience just to see how peer review works and how academic publishing works, but I find writing for a broader audience more interesting and fulfilling. But it’s not that I don’t appreciate it – I spend a lot of time reading these papers and trying to pull out interesting tidbits or writing about them or sharing them online, but as far as formal academic papers go, there are probably not that many left in me.

JB: Sure. When you are writing for a wider audience it doesn’t mean that academics can’t read those articles too. Going back to your experiences in Yale and Cambridge, did they teach anything about male psychology?

RH: There is some teaching on sex differences, and there isn’t that much controversy about it there, but there isn’t that much specifically about men. My impression is that if you were to highlight challenges that men face, and controversies around male behaviour, well then it does have to be framed in one specific way. If you were to cast men as victims of anything in any way I think that would be treated very unseriously. That’s just my general impression. Sex differences are probably still ok to talk about, at least in academic environments among peers, but male psychology I don’t think is taken particularly seriously.

JB: It’s sad to see that even in the most prestigious universities. If they were to teach male psychology, what do you think would be the most important topics to cover?

RH: It’s interesting that a lot of this stuff is discussed in academic research. I wrote a piece a couple of years ago, for Bari Weiss’ outlet Common Sense (now The Free Press), and for that piece I did quite a bit of research on developmental psychology which found that boys appear to be more sensitive to environmental and parental inputs than girls - not that girls are unresponsive to these inputs – but boys who are raised in single parent homes, or particularly unstable or harsh environments, are much more likely to have detrimental health consequences, so later are more likely to experience poverty and unemployment, addiction, criminality and so on, and I think these things might be worth focusing on, especially as we continue to see more and more boys and young men lose interest in education and attaining gainful employment and rates of incarceration per capita appear to be rising too, especially among men across all ethnic groups in the lower socioeconomic strata. Men with low levels of education and income are more likely to be incarcerated than they were in decades past which to me indicates that this isn’t entirely about income. Poor people existed 50 years ago, but a poor man today is much more likely to be arrested than a poor man 50 years ago.

JB: Poor families are less likely to have the stability of a father in the home. Warren Farrell described prisons as ‘institutes of dad deprivation’, or something like that. It’s interesting that you say boys are more sensitive to environmental inputs, whereas the impression we get is that boys are tougher than girls. I wonder if boys are raised to be more tough because we know that if we don’t raise them to be tough they will be more sensitive than girls.

RH: I’ve never heard that hypothesis before, that’s really interesting. So we have this social pressure for men to be tough to counteract their intrinsic sensitivity… that seems plausible. Joyce Benenson has research showing that boys are immunologically more compromised than girls, more likely to be sick and to die from illness. This was a big surprise during the peak of the covid pandemic, that boys and men were more likely to contract and fall seriously ill and die from this illness. I’ve talked to some women about this and they were shocked to hear these statistics. In the popular imagination, men are sturdier, and though we may be physically stronger, in other ways perhaps men aren’t quite as naturally resilient as we thought.

JB: And men tend to fall in love more quickly than-

RH: They are more likely to say ‘l love you’, and say it first, which surprises a lot of people-

JB: Putting themselves in a vulnerable position, demonstrating vulnerability… and suicide? Maybe there is something to this idea of the vulnerability of men…

RH: Something that just came to mind John is that it may be that the most disagreeable, hostile, aggressive and resilient people are men, but that’s just the fatter tail in the right side of the distribution, but these men become the mental model with which we compare everyone else, so we think that men in general behave that way, whereas in fact we are thinking of only the top 5% or 1% of men who act in that way, whereas most men aren’t like that.

JB: From a psychological point of view, sometimes the most aggressive men are fending off people who might hurt them, because they may have experienced severe hurt or abuse in their past. I think sometimes the idea of ‘fragile masculinity’ is just used to sneer at men, but there is something to the idea that sometimes men who are broken have to put themselves back together in a way that is harder to break again in the future. But it might be a very abrasive persona that they adopt.

RH: There was a great memoir a while back by Nora Vincent called Self Made Man. This was about a woman successfully impersonating a man for a year, and one of the things that surprised her was, she describes men as carrying this armour around them that signals strength and toughness to the world because they know that if they appear weak or vulnerable, other men will sense that and take advantage. So this was something that she had to learn to cultivate herself, because if she dressed as a man but expressed vulnerability and tenderness then other men would immediately sniff this out and sense how exploitable she – or in this sense he – was. And I found that insightful, something that only a woman who is impersonating a man would pick up on. I don’t think a man would necessarily understand in an explicit, verbalized way what they are doing when they project toughness.

JB: The armour is ok but dropping the armour is necessary sometimes too. My colleague Martin Seager described how in group therapy with men the dynamic is different that in mixed sex groups because male groups will have a lot of joking around, or banter as we call it here. But quite quicky the dynamic will go from banter to sharing serious experiences and comforting each other, and just as quickly again the dynamic can shift back again to banter. Getting back to universities teaching male psychology, this is the kind of thing that might be interesting, or on clinical training courses at least. But I don’t think that happens. Do you think there is enough diversity of thought on campus?

RH: No. There isn’t enough diversity of thought, and it seems to be shrinking. One of the reasons I decided to come to Cambridge was because of what was happening in America, with political correctness, and professors being targeted, with students and faculty uniting to try to fire academics. I saw it first hand at Yale, and at Cambridge I’ve seen it as well. Famously there was the case of Jordan Peterson having his invitation revoked. I’ve also seen behind the scenes to examples of people who were less well known academics who have been fired or had offers rescinded for basically disagreeing, for their ideas. Not for anything they had done or any behaviour they directed at any individual, but just ideas that they have expressed, either in writing or in podcasts etc. and people took issue with it. Generally my heuristic is that for every example we hear of where someone gets fired, there are probably 10 others that we don’t hear about, of people who aren’t famous or well known, who are just quietly let go. One reason I decided to relinquish continuing a traditional academic career path, and why I decided to get involved with the University of Austin, which is this new university – UATX – which is launching in Texas, because they made explicit their commitment to freedom of expression and academic inquiry, which is what I hoped that all universities would be like when I first matriculated to Yale. But instead, the place that people feel least free to speak their minds are oftentimes university, which I found absolutely stunning.

JB: Tell me more about the University of Austin. Is it a physical university?

RH: It’s in the process of being built. At the moment we are running summer programmes. I believe the inaugural date for the first official cohort of undergraduates is in the fall of 2024 and it will be a physical university. The aim is to be a traditional liberal arts education where students can feel free to explore novel ideas. There are a lot of high profile people involved, for example Pano Kanelos the former president of St John’s College in Annapolis, he’s now the president of UATX, Bari Weiss, Dorian Abbot from the University of Chicago, Glenn Loury from Brown, Peter Boghossian and many other notable academics. It’s still the early stages but I’m hoping we are building what a university should be.

JB: Is this the beginning of a trend?

RH: I hope so. Not that UATX should be cloned, but I hope more universities attempt to reform higher ed.

JB: I hope so too. There are some really questionable ideas doing the rounds in Social Sciences departments these days, such as negative views of masculinity, and ideas about male privilege and patriarchy theory. You came up with the idea of ‘luxury beliefs’ a few years ago. Would you say that ideas like patriarchy theory are examples of ‘luxury beliefs’?

RH: So luxury beliefs I’ve defined as ideas and opinions that confer status on the upper classes while often inflicting costs on the lower classes. The idea of patriarchy might be a luxury belief. A lot of things fall under the umbrella of patriarchy, for example a lot of people think marriage and monogamy are an outgrowth of patriarchy. A lot of highly educated and affluent people will publicly denigrate marriage, patriarchy, masculinity… all these things in their mind falls into the same broad category. And yet these people are the most likely to get married, the least likely to get divorced, they would be the last people to consider raising their kids without a father or strong male role model in their lives. And yet by broadcasting this belief and spreading it they have inadvertently created a situation where lower income people are less likely to get married – there’s more single mothers, single parents, more kids growing up fatherless. What’s interesting is that if you publicly discuss the challenges of kids who grow up fatherless, a lot of the anti-patriarchy people will cast an eye of suspicion upon you, like ‘Why would this be a problem?’, ‘What’s so special about fathers?’, ‘Maybe it’s a good thing’, ‘The real problem is that single mothers don’t have enough financial support, and if they just had enough money… a stack of cash can replace a father’, and all of this I think is associated with an anti-patriarchy ideology, and yes it could be considered a luxury belief. It’s interesting to think about it: if you asked on a scale of one to ten ‘Are men a problem?’ higher educated people and more affluent people would probably score on the higher end of that scale.

JB: We are both fans of The Sopranos (I co-authored an article about the relevance to men in therapy). Almost none of the characters are likable in the Sopranos, so why is it so popular?

RH: It’s like with any good story, when they take you into someone’s world, into their inner life, then someone who you wouldn’t ordinally sympathise with, you suddenly adopt their perspective and understand where they are coming from. The therapy sessions between Tony Soprano and Dr Melphi was an amazing device, so you could get a glimpse into his psyche. There were flashbacks to his severely unstable and dysfunctional childhood, with his father who was a gangster and a murderer and his mother who was clearly mentally unwell. So he was immersed in chaos and criminality from a very young age. And the show does a great job of depicting Tony outside of his criminal enterprise. You see him as a husband, a father, a regular guy going about his day wrestling with a lot of the same questions that everyone else wrestles with. So they are showing the humanity inside these characters.

JB: In a way you are saying that by walking in their shoes we are able to empathise with these characters. In male psychology we use the term ‘empathy gap’ and in The Sopranos there are a couple of times where Tony Soprano is the victim of domestic violence-

RH: I saw that in your piece. It’s so funny I’m so blind to it, that when you wrote that… I remember when I watched it about two years ago during the lockdown and it didn’t even occur to me that it was domestic violence when women are slapping him or throwing things at him. I just thought ‘Oh it’s Tony, it’s fine. He’s a man.’

JB: Exactly!

RH: David Chase [screenwriter of The Sopranos] was walking a fine line. I think for the first three or four seasons at least he was sort of on Tony’s side, so it was easy for the audience to forget who this guy really is, and what he is capable of and what he’s done. But especially when you get to the final couple of seasons, like when Tony murders his nephew, and he orders the death of Adrianna, he’s just getting more and more morally compromised. Finally towards the end you start to understand. There’s a great book on evil by Roy Baumeister called Evil: Inside Human Cruelty and Violence where he points out that if you want to understand evil, you have to suspend your judgement. You have to be willing to see things from the eyes of the perpetrator. But it’s even more important to remember that these people are evil and the rest of society needs to be protected from them. So it’s a tricky balance. They are still responsible for their acts even if you understand where they are coming from.

JB: I’ve sometimes said that one of the biggest challenges to forensic psychology is to be able to empathise with people who might have committed horrible crimes. I suspect some people are reluctant to because of the fear that if they empathise, they will then start to  sympathise-

RH: And they don’t want to justify what the criminal has done. Yes. I think if someone made a mini-series about Hitler or Stalin or Mao, that might be very uncomfortable for a lot of people! Any villain, if you make them the main character, they just become an anti-hero.

JB: An interesting phenomenon. Maybe in a related way, military history is full of heroes, but we usually think of the military is being a cause of psychological damage to men, through combat stress or bullying etc. One of the surprising things I found when writing Perspectives in Male Psychology was finding out that the military could be good for mental health. How much was this your experience of the US Air Force?

RH: One thing is a selection effect. The military in the past century has perfected their screening method – standardised tests of physical health – and maybe mental health to a degree – and proxies for intelligence, and then multiple appointments, and then basic military training which selects for people who are fairly mentally adjusted. There are lots of hoops - it’s a long and extremely intense experience especially for 17 or 18 year olds. Lots of people don’t make it – they don’t make it through all of the hoops. So up front a lot of people are screened out. And then the experience of the military is unique. They are very good at creating communities out of strangers. They have learned, maybe through trial and error over the course of centuries, how to take a bunch of random men from all parts of the world or country, and make them feel like family members, getting them to feel connected. Even things like the uniform – immediately your identity is stripped. In basic training they shave your head, you are put in uniform, everyone is called by their last name, so immediately you feel like you are part of this group. So there is community, comradery, structure, predictability. When you are deployed and in the midst of severe conflict, there can be unpredictability introduced but day to day you know what the rules are, what’s expected of you, how to advance in the rank structure, who you are responsible for, who your superiors are, how to behave. All of these explicit guidelines make life easier, especially for young men. In the outside world there are all of these questions like ‘Who am I? What am I doing?’  All of these anxieties around identity. But in the military your identity is very clear. Success is clearly defined. You get regular feedback, performance reports. For a lot of guys it’s like a video game – success and failure are very clearly defined.

JB: Could it work as therapy? Could you take Christopher Moltisanti (The Sopranos) into the military and help him?

RH: He has a severe temper problem. I just don’t know if he could handle subjugating himself to the military. I had a cousin who tried to join the marines. At basic training he punched one of the recruits and then he tried to fight a drill instructor. They kicked him out. I think that might happen to Chris too. But maybe AJ (the son of Tony Soprano) could have been ok? Or maybe the young Tony Soprano. He was a high school athlete, with a high IQ, it could have worked for him, before he got too caught up in a life of crime.

JB: You joined the Air Force at age 17. What motivated you to join, and did it prepare you for the life you have led since?

RH: I joined because I grew up in foster homes and I wanted to flee as soon as I could to escape the complete chaos and disorder around me. My friends had similar upbringings. I barely passed high school, just getting into a lot of trouble, and I knew that I wasn’t on a good track, and I wasn’t really ready for college. I wouldn’t have been a good student anyway at that age, I was just so undisciplined and unfocused. So the military was a very appealing option because I knew that it would immediately get me out of the environment I was in, at that time in Red Bluff, California. I knew it would immediately get me out of there, put me on a completely different track, put me around new people, give me a different kind of structure. There were also older adults too. So one of my teachers was in the Air Force – he suggested it. My best friend’s dad also recommended I join. So these two older men that I respected, both of them could see there was some latent potential, and once I got there, all of the things I mentioned before – the discipline, respect, comradery, setting goals, building good habits – all of those things really helped me.

The other thing that I think people focus less on with the benefits of the military is… well you are well aware of the ‘young male syndrome’? 18, 19, 20 are the most volatile years of a young man’s life, most likely to commit crimes, acts of aggression, impulse, drugs, speeding, but because the military has such an overpowering structure where every aspect of your life is controlled, you can’t make mistakes. I mean you can, but they make it very clear that if you fail a drug test for example, you go to military prison. You can’t get away with anything. So it presses fast forward on the most volatile phase of your life, and then by the time you finish your enlistment in your early 20s, you have cooled off, you’ve matured, you are a bit less impulsive and full of anger and hormones. So even if you didn’t learn any lessons at all, it was a period of your life that you couldn’t screw up too badly.

JB: That’s a very good point. You mentioned ‘young male syndrome’, I read recently that young people are less likely to take risks now than youngsters in the past.

RH: They are still likely to be their most volatile years. I recently wrote an essay in The Free Press about why teenagers aren’t driving any more, and there are so many factors. As Jean Twenge says “The party’s on Instagram and Snapchat now”.  I think social media is more appealing to girls, but video games are appealing to boys, as outlets for aggression and accomplishment. You can get your 5 buddies from class and go on a raid on World of Warcraft. Well, men used to go on raids, actual physical raids, which aren’t a good thing to do, but boys get excited about it still, online. And that’s how they spend their Friday nights instead of going out and getting drunk and speeding on the highway. Maybe that’s ok, but taking some risks, testing your limits, in some ways is actually a good thing. I’m curious as to where this is going to go, when you have this generation who are afraid or unwilling to take risks.

JB: I wonder how this generation would fare if a war broke out, not on Xbox, but in reality.

RH: The Pentagon said that 78% of adults wouldn’t qualify for enlisting in the military. That’s 8 out of 10 men aged 17 to 24, primarily due to issues of obesity, lack of education, and criminal records, tattoos, mental health issues - if you have repeated episodes of depression and anxiety. Jonathan Haidt has shown how anxiety and depression are increasing in teenagers and young adults in the last 15 years or so, which is alarming. Maybe some of these issues are intertwined: if you are never leaving your house, if you are always living your life online, this is contributing to issues of depression and anxiety to some extent.

JB: If you were to give advice to a guy aged 17 coming from a similar background as yourself who was considering options for their future…?

RH: My advice would be different to someone from a straight-A’s background, but a background similar to me… Look at your friends and say ask yourself if this is the kind of person you want to be like in five years time, or 10 years. Or look at people around you who are a little bit older. I worked at a restaurant when I was a teenager and I saw guys in their early 20s, or mid 20s, still working there, not making very much money. The highlight of their week was getting paid on Friday and drinking away the weekend, smoking, doing drugs, partying, it just didn’t seem like the kind of person I wanted to be when I was 25 years old. So consider getting a different peer group, whether that’s joining the military, getting involved in sports, volunteering… find a different crew to hang out with.

JB: Good advice. I know you have started Substack this year, and are with the University of Austin. Are there any other new projects coming up?

RH: I’m putting the final touches to my book. I recently did a book cover reveal on my newsletter and on Twitter/X and will say more about the publication date soon. The book elaborates on some of the things we have talked about, using my life and the lives of my childhood friends as a framework for understand what is going on with young men today, the ‘lost boys’ phenomenon that’s going on in the US and western countries in general. So most of my time is invested in my book and my Substack.

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Final thoughts There is no doubt that academia needs more people like Dr Rob Henderson who can bring a fresh perspective to a culture that in recent years has started going stale. Some people say it’s a shame that he has left academia, but they are missing the point: he is helping rediscover – or reinvent - academia, and all of us left frozen on the deck need to take notice. A bit like the boy in the story of The Emperor’s New Clothes, Rob Henderson has seen right through the facade of highbrow elitism and the ivory-tower illusion of today’s academic world. His story is without doubt an interesting one, and definitely one to follow in the coming years.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

I Hope AO3 Gets Fully Fixed Soon...(Best To Wait To Update Stories Over There If You Have A AO3 Account)

I was in the middle of trying to read a fan fic over there, when all of a sudden it started to be stupid...

and then when I decided to go to sleep, and I wake up to see it seems back to normal and I try to go back to reading what I was reading...

guess what, it starts getting all stupid again....I tried to look it up again, but it turn out the one I had found was a proxy and might not be the best idea...(so just in case I got off it and clean the cookies.)

maybe they are still fixing it, at least I hope they are trying to fix it...it's not fair.

hopefully no one was trying to update a story when it happen, that would really suck if that happen, but hopefully they have it saved on the computer just to be safe.

in case anyone has stories over there they were going to update, even though I don’t have account on there but it has become one of my favorite places to read fan fics, well that and the other places I read fan fics...

anyway just in case, it might be a good idea to wait to update any stories over there until whatever is going on is fully fixed and healed up. 

I think I will be able to update that Spinelluva Boss AU story I have over at Quotev, maybe in a few days, I didn’t say what day in July that the story will be out of Hiatus....and it’s okay to wait until a few more days.

I do have some other ideas I want to try out that was inspired by the new episode of Helluva Boss, but I’m not going to say what it is. at least not yet.

I might try to write the idea I have later today.

also there is a reason I put the tags “little hope”, “broken”, “fix it please”, “ao3 and “get better soon”, can view that AO3 is sick and will take time to fully get better and hopefully it will soon.

it sucks it had to be on a day when I was trying to read a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Fan Fic, which it would suck if it happen during any type of fan fic, like Transformers, Undertale, Deltarune, Sonic The Hedgehog, Fallout 4, and any other video game, show or movie series.

the fan fic I had found and started reading during the day which that mess started to happen, it was about a father and daughter, and well I still ended up being new to the story and I didn’t really get that far past five chapters.

when I tried to go read Chapter 6, is when it started to act up again and said something about the servers, and it seem okay when I went back to Chapter 5 and I even bookmarked it just in case.

I thought it was fully fixed, but I guess there is still some bugs that need to be worked out....I hope they can fully fix the problem soon, I want to know what happens next in that fan fic and find out about, well a certain thing that happens in it. 

it might of been when I did try to read Chapter 4 or 5, when it started to act up on me, and I had decided to go to sleep and wait for it to go back to normal.

but even when I woke back up and it seem to be okay now and I was able to read up to Chapter 5, it started to be all not okay again when I tried to read the next chapter.

life can stink at times, that’s for sure....but hopefully they can fix it and everything will be okay again, and I guess some can have alternative places to post their stories in case this kind of thing happens again, like a Cross-Post.

I’m not 100% sure I can trust the proxy version, and just in case I’m going to wait for the non-proxy version to get better soon.

you know to lighten the mood, if it was Live-Action Movie Soundwave or TFA-Shockwave that messed with it....and if I got really SUPER mad enough...

TFA-Blitzwing, Lugnut and Live-Action Movie Barricade would have to hold me back from slapping them. 

I could jokingly say that the “D” in my blood type, stands for Decepticon.

(of course I know “Decepticon” doesn’t really stand for the “D” part in O RH D Negative, but I can still view it kinda being like that, along with Determination.)   

but yeah funny jokes aside, I really do hope things are fixed soon.

and hopefully it didn’t happen during when someone or more than one person, was trying to update one of their fan fics.

that could make them really peeved off, and I don’t blame them.

I can’t help but a bit peeved as well, but hopefully AO3 does get fixed soon and whatever is causing the problem will be worked out and fixed.

and yeah, when I did try to check to see if it was okay now, it didn’t look like it was better and yeah, it peeved me off a little.

so yeah I had to try to look it up, but then I found that proxy place, which at first it looked like the original, even if it didn’t have the “org” part.

but because of the thing that was wrote in it, I thought it be best to get off of it and clean the cookies and wait until the original is fixed and okay again.

hopefully it will get better soon, even if I might have to wait a bit longer to read what happens next in that fan fic, seriously of all the days it had to do that, it had to pick that day....

anyway hopefully some are hoping it will be fully fixed too, and maybe the reason why it seem fixed before, but then started to go back to being not so fixed, is because they are still working on things and it will take a bit longer to get done......at least I hope it is that. 

I really hope it gets fully better and fixed soon, there is like only some good stuff in real life, and we have to put up with some messed up and disgusting bull slag in real life that no one asked for, but hopefully that gets fixed as well...

and I might not be the only one who is upset about whats going on over at AO3, but hopefully things will be fixed soon and everyone can be happy and relieved that it is fully back to normal and everyone can go back to reading and even updating on there without that problem popping up again...

[aloneinthehellfire]

I just need to know one thing then I will no longer pester and just patiently wait until part two is released of RH.

How many chapters are there gonna be.... (roughly if u haven't had time to figure it out) cause like I need to know how long i need to cancel my plans for

i'm not even joking when i say i looked at this ask and went 'omg am i even allowed to say how many chapters' like- i'm the writer wtf

i've been doing this so long my brain has made me think i work for the duffers or something.

at the moment, i'm looking at 6 more chapters so there will be 25 overall in RH4 (who on earth let me write that much) but i don't wanna start releasing them until i've perfected them all since this could, uh, be the last....

this series has been keeping me sane for 6 months and if it does turn out to be the last installment for Raining Hellfire, i wanna make sure that everything flows and that i can somehow end it in a way that will satisfy but also leave me room to expand if ST5 is released and i am able to write

for now, i'm gonna focus on Fortress Of Memories since i've been so busy writing for this fic that i have left sooo many people waiting on the last two chapters

go, uh, check it out or whatever, i don't care (i care)

but after that, i will release the chapter titles for RH and start posting every 3 days!

i am gonna say this though... chapter 20. after chapter 20, things get a little different...

[lucithornz]

state of my google docs right now

(other projects are on my Open Office files on my desktop so that's why they aren't here)

I am actively typing words for RH chapter 6(main priority at the moment)

Idk anymore doc is where By the Book happened, so that's where things go off the rails

[dragon-appreciator-fray]

When I wake up in 6 hours I will do an editing pass for the teaser of the title chapter to Ruinous Hearts.

Just to confirm I am writing again and have things to share~! 💙 💙 💙

That, and give what is probably my favorite writing sample contained within RH yet.

[mimsiical]

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#5

wish I could have someone come warp my rh loom for me...it just hurts me so bad to bend over and stand like that. I have it half warped rn and it's taken multiple sessions just to get 12 inches done because it inflicts so much pain on me 😔

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kaiba Seto/Yami Yuugi | Atem, Atem/Kaiba Seto Characters: Kaiba Seto, Yami Yuugi | Atem Additional Tags: First Kiss, Late Night Conversations, Developing Relationship

Summary: Kaiba was like a storm in human shape, a living interruption, stymieing even the daring. Atem would never be rid of him.

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#3

so we received zachary ying by @xiranjayzhao and highlights so far from my wife reading it:

duel monsters but it's pokemon go

"is he... you know... [twirls pen around finger]?" "no, he's not rich."

ultra special fancy dragon !!! 💦💦

hang on the dragon is on the cover. this is very exciting because dragons rule. i don't know why i thought a yugioh fan was going to make the "dragon" in "dragon emperor" a title or something and not literal.

instant messaging the ghost possessing your body, which is kind of amazing

oh good this is s0. ideal.

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#2

me watching the clone wars for the first time like

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My #1 post of 2022

Other people who just like knit 20 sweaters in a year... how. I'm terrified to even start one because it'll take 80 years. already takes me 6 months to knit socks.

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[sagesuede]

Amazon Books: https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3ASAGE+SUEDE&s=relevancerank&text=SAGE+SUEDE&ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1

Nuns in Leather:

a psychothriller about nuns that start their own convent and then struggle to exorcise demons lurking in their ranks. It’s tongue-and-cheek with literary statements on iconography and feminism.

Wet on The Pier:

a book about love and loss. It has more magic realism than my other writings. I wrote most of it in high school and finished it this year.

SAGE SUEDE:

an eponymous biographical book about music, tours and activism, circa 2021-2023.

Throwin Tiddies at the Windows:

A collection of iPhone notes I made while Koreans and Russians screamed misandrist violence at me in two different apartments. I moved 4 miles away and they followed me, then I took my phone notes to compile this book with redactions. It’s more comedic but in the psychothriller category and it directed my next writing. I moved after 6 months in the second apartment because I could not stand them anymore.

To Settle The Score:

a dark erotic cowboy thriller about homophobia. As stalkers yelled violence at me in my home, I wrote down what they actually wanted instead, which was to aggressively dominate me in the gayest way possible. Some say that it is better than Brokeback Mountain because there are no baked beans…

Foolin Around:

an underwear modeling lyric book that I made to go with the album release. Originally it had a super limited edition short run as a coffee table book but is now bound in a chapter book format.

Psychotic Bulgogi:

a feminist psychothriller that I wrote about a Korean family trying to make ends meet by selling street food laced with drugs and the repercussions in the community. It has literary purpose in warning people to avoid these situations and to understand some of the risks involved.

Disappearing Service:

a book I wrote about gyarus escaping violence. So they call me and my friend Fox to get them out of it. I was still being stalked violently when I wrote this and I just wanted to disappear from their vicinity forever, which I did about a month later after breaking the lease.

[lineffability]

hello friendd - for the fic ask game how about ...

4. How many WIPs do you have right now? (be honest with us line how many hoW MANY HMM??)

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

and if you do moodboards, 24! :D

4. ummmmmmmm......omg...I'm counting and...6? oh dear

11. I have a good omens playlist but often I'll opt for sth that conveys the proper Mood™ (so sad and angsty music for sad and angsty fic, the rocky horror soundtrack for the RH fic etc)...or just instrumentals always works if I don't wanna be too distracted

14. hmmmm currently.probabky Meanwhile bc then Id have my own personal season 3 full of moments I want them to have that I could rewatch until the actual s3 rolls around :D

23. ...where it feels right? 😬 so - cliffhangers, moments between action and scenes, moments that come to a natural close...

24. I don't do Moodboards unfortunately, scusi