#sorry the instagram comments on this reel pissed me off

[meezer]

as opposed to americans, who have historically been extremely accepting of both poc and "different types of white"

[aromanticannibal]

ppl really b acting as if there's only one specific ship that has weird shippers that will complain about ppl not shipping their otp. it's literally always the case you either get fucked over for liking a gay ship or for liking a straight ship or for liking a toxic ship or people just start going "oh there's nothing wrong with the ship but the shippers💀" and you don't fucking know what they're talking about. like can we all just chill. the weird shippers r everywhere it's called some ppl are assholes sometimes. it's not fandom specific

[simonrilee]

Okay. So I was on Instagram, as one is, and I saw a reel essentially asking, of the four who who you would chose to protect you from the other three (who are hunting you for some reason). However, I lost the fucking reel and I'm so pissed because I was going to leave an in depth comment.

I then remembered that Tumblr exists. So you guys are going to get my in depth response to that question because I have thoughts about this.

I'm by no means an expert on fighting or battle strategy or whatever so this may be completely incorrect but this is who I would chose, as a laymen, and why, or why not.

First off, Barrage. Immediately eliminating him from my pool of potential protectors. Mostly because I don't know enough about him, and what I do know doesn't inspire me with much confidence. He's just some sc operator. He's not particularly special. All the sc operators have this skin in the campaign, he's technically not even his own person, or his own character. I'm going based off of the assumption that he is just a boot on the ground, grunt type of guy that became part of a PMC after his time in the military. Pitting him against three special forces guys does not seem like a smart move. Sorry Barrage.

Now it gets interesting. Three spec ops dudes.

We'll start with Horangi. I do not think he is to be underestimated, in any capacity. A lot of the comments I saw underneath the original reel lumped him in with Barrage as being useless. Which is absolutely absurd. If you know anything about him you know that he was a part of the ROK's 13th Special Mission Brigade. Also known as The Decapitation Unit. These guys are fucking hardcore. They take out high value targets (like military and political leaders! well protected targets), and they do it efficiently. He clearly has to have a level head for this sort of job. Horangi is a great candidate.

Next is König. His backstory has had some changing around, but I'm going to go based off of him being Austrian and part of the Jagdkommando. Like other special forces units, they undergo intensive training. We take into account now König's role in the Jagdkommando. He's big, and brash, and his job is being the spearhead, the battering ram. I don't think he's very concerned with being sneaky, and probably has a rather aggressive approach. This may work in some situations, but if I'm being chased and have to hide, I don't know that he's my first choice. He's still a decent candidate, he's clearly skilled at what he does, I'm just not sure that in this hypothetical scenario, that he is what I need.

Lastly, we have Ghost. Now, we know the most about him, which makes him easier to dissect as a choice. Obviously, as a part of the SAS, he has undergone rigorous training, same as the others. What gives him an edge, is that Ghost is a lot more precise, and strategic about everything he does. Whereas I think König is more of a 'brute force' type of guy. Ghost would also have the skillset to take out high value targets quickly, quietly, and efficiently. A skill he shares with Horangi.

In the end, it really boils down to Horangi or Ghost for me. This is when I start looking at more of the intricacies. Horangi's job was to eliminate high value targets. Ghost does that too. However, Ghost also has experience in protecting targets, and dealing with hostage situations. So, my final answer is Ghost. Horangi as a close second, though.

Feel free to add your two cents to this, I just needed to yap.

[xswestallen]

Grant “playing both sides” has always been why so many WA fans don’t like him. I don’t take him liking Danielle’s posts or wishing her a HBD as a slight toward Candice. My issue (as always) is with Danielle. I don’t care if she posts SB bait, that what she’s always done. But, her comment section is gross and Iris is the topic of conversation. The fact that she never deletes any of it tells *me* a lot about her. If Candice’s fans did the same to Caitlin, I would hold her to the same standard.

I don’t think Grant feels like he’s “playing both sides” because Candice and Danielle really haven’t made the cast or any of their mutual friends pick a “side”. They’re not friends outside of work, but they don’t have a problem with each other serious enough that it makes either of them uncomfortable to have Grant, Carlos, Tom, Hartley, Danielle Nicolet, Caity, or anyone be friends with the other. The fandom is where the whole ‘pick a side’ mentality comes from. The rest of the cast-the people who actually witnessed this “drama”-pay no attention to it. Nobody cares, except the fandom. Candice clearly doesn’t need anyone to pick a “side”. Neither does Danielle. Fans of both need to accept that. 

I agree with you about Danielle’s comment section on Instagram being disgusting. It’s so bad, she’d need to delete pretty much half of the comments. If I were her, I’d probably turn off my comments.

So pissed off at these reactions. This is why Grant and Candice barely interact on social media. If fans could be normal instead of flipping shit they wouldn’t have to worry about commenting on each other’s posts.

You might be right. In the few hours since Grant made his comment, people have been going wild with gossip. I’ve seen everything from Grant hates Candice and this was a pity compliment, to Grant feels bad for supporting Danielle so he’s complimenting Candice publicly as a form of apology, to Grant is in love with Candice and flirting with her while his fiancee is away visiting her family, to Candice payed or blackmailed Grant into making that comment. I don’t know which is more ridiculous.

All I know is, I feel sorry for Grant and Candice. They’re friendship shouldn’t cause people to freak out like this. I wish they could just be left alone.

I’m sorry but regardless of the sb bullshit. Grant is Danielle’s friend, too. And sure as hell can post a picture of the two of them if she damn well pleases. The same if she’d post one of her and Carlos. & Grant is allowed to like it without it being conspiracy against Candice. These ‘fans’ are so goddamn entitled thinking they have a right to comment on his relationship like their opinions matter and are justified in cyberbullying his fiancé cause they can’t separate reel life from real life.

I agree. Nobody has a copyright on taking pictures with Grant and posting them. Grant and Danielle are friends, just like Grant and Candice are friends and Carlos and Danielle are friends. They can all post whatever pictures they want with whoever they want. I never said otherwise. I have also been one of the most vocal people calling for Candice fans to stop gossiping about Grant’s romantic relationship with his fiancee, LA Thoma, and hating on her. 

I’m sorry if I’m reading this wrong, but you come off as very angry. Where is this rant coming from? Why are you sending it to me? Look at any of my posts and you’ll clearly see that I never took issue with Danielle posting pictures of her and Grant nor have I ever condoned cyberbullying LA Thoma. You’re ranting at the wrong person.

TBH it’s like Candice’s fans want to sabotage her and Grant. It’s probably a minority but still it’s hella annoying. Grant’s not perfect but he has done stuff for her BTS. We gotta give him credit.

It does feel like that sometimes. 

Candice loves Grant and appreciates what he’s done for her. That’s all that matters. Instead of crucifying Grant for not doing exactly what we think he should do 24/7, we could be like Candice and thank him for what he has done. If it’s good enough for her, it should be good enough for Candicanes too.

[artificialqueens]

Weirdly Perfect Part 2 (Trixya) – First S Phoenix

A/N: Here’s the less angsty second part I was promising-though there is still some angst in there (mostly on Trixie’s end) before we get to the happy ending these two deserve (this is also the part that makes the title make sense btw). Once again, I want to thank anyone who reads this and feedback is definitely encouraged. Also, I wanted to give a special thanks to everyone that liked and commented on part 1-I really, really appreciate it.

We had spent the last few hours filming. Usually, being around Katya (especially after not seeing her in what felt like forever) would give me all the energy and cheerfulness I needed to power through (no matter how exhausted I felt) and make the episodes funny and entertaining (joking around with your best friend is supposed to be easy, isn’t it?). But today I just couldn’t bear it.

I arrived to WOW a little later than usual due to my jet lag, a sleepless night of unwelcome but unpreventable sobbing, and my desire to avoid Katya for as long as possible (no matter how counterproductive it was). Luckily, Katya was already seated and having what looked like an animated conversation with Pete, so my arrival went unnoticed. I quickly tore my eyes away from him and slipped into the dressing room to finish getting ready. It hurt to even look at him now. Knowing that any bad pun or silly story or steadying grasp after laughing too hard (I don’t care what Katya says, I know he actually doesn’t mind being touched) will never mean as much to him (since it’s coming from me and not his man) is heart-shattering.

After collecting myself (or at least attempting to) and giving my hair another quick fluff, I made my way to set where I was met with Katya’s brilliant smile (the smile that I used to think was just for me, the smile that used to simultaneously make my heart and stomach flutter).

“Why if it isn’t the one and only Tracy Joanne Mary-Louise Elizabeth Martel. Long time, no see…or call or text. What’s new, Elisabeth Shue?”

“Oh, you know, just the usual,” I mumbled lamely, looking down to smooth out my already wrinkle-free dress.

“The usual,” Katya replied in loud disbelief. “Mama, you’re telling me that spending a weekend engulfed in all the love, merchandizing opportunities, and taxi pollution that DragCon NYC has to offer is just the same old-same old?”

“Look, we’ll talk later, okay,” I responded a little harsher than I meant to. “I think we both have a lot to tell each other but for now, let’s just get this over with.”

With that Katya’s face fell, all giddiness gone. He softly nodded his consent and turned back around to face the cameras and begin.

And that brings us to the present, back at Katya’s apartment, needing to make good on the unwelcome though necessary promise of “we’ll talk later.”

“So, kissing me is weird, is it? Well, it’s a good thing you never let me fuck you then Barbara, cause that would’ve felt real unusual,” Katya jokes, his smile not reaching his eyes. He leans back, bracing his strong veiny forearms on his bed, the bed where it all began (though last time we were in Boston, not California, and I didn’t want to simultaneously fuck, yell at, and ball my eyes out to my best friend). His eyes seem to be looking into my soul for answers and for the first time I feel uncomfortable under his gaze.

“What was I supposed to say,” I reply in frustration. “I didn’t want to give people the wrong impression of our relationship.”

Katya looks at me with doubtful eyes as he opens his mouth to speak, but I immediately cut him off. It seems in the battle of regret, sorrow, anger, and horniness raging in my brain, anger is winning out.

“And who are you to judge,” I sharply question him. “You go off on tangents about me all the time. You once spent a solid minute and a half talking about my dick but I don’t complain to you about it.”

“I wasn’t complaining about anything and you know it,” Katya responds stoically, trying to remain calm. “I was just wondering out loud why you would characterize that moment as weird of all things when that certainly wasn’t how I felt about it.”

“Am I not allowed to feel how I feel,” I whine back, knowing I sound like a petulant child but too riled up to care.

“And the bigger issue of this pointless though seemingly inescapable fight,” Katya continues without acknowledging my complaint. “Is the fact that you’ve been snippy with me all day after not speaking to me almost all weekend. And I know that it’s more than just you being tired so if that’s your excuse you can save it. If I did something to piss you off please just tell me instead of putting us through all this.”

“Why do you care anyway,” I snap back, ignoring his plea. I see his eyes widen in hurt and surprise. “I think we can both be professional enough to get through UNHhhh but why do we need to be friends outside of work? Like you said, our relationship is only professional,” I say, repeating the line from his Instagram Live that I had practically memorized.

“When did I say that,” Katya questions, irritation evident in his voice. “Sure, our relationship is professional sometimes but it’s so much more than that and you know it. I might have had a hard time reigning in my feelings for a little while but that’s done now. And since the thought of kissing me seems to have caused you all this anguish…”

“You’re one to talk,” I interrupt, jealousy and heartbreak taking over (that’s done now taking the place of I’m in love as some of the most upsetting words I’d ever heard Katya say). “You must not enjoy kissing me much either since you now have this new man you’re in love with. Oh, and thanks for telling me about him by the way. Tell me Katya, if we’re such good friends, then how come I had to find out about the new love of your life on social media like all your other fans?”

Through all my yelling, my reeling head can only imagine Katya in the arms of a large muscular man (his usual type) who can make him smile and laugh with ease and doesn’t get into petty fights over nothing and argue with her over his own hurt feelings.

“I’m just sorry I’m not enough for you. I’m just sorry Trixie is just too much of a sissy for you to even consider being with,” I say (my step-dad’s voice loud in my head, intermingled with images of Katya’s new boyfriend). That last part came out with much less force than I wanted and my cheeks flush in embarrassment as I fight (unsuccessfully) to keep my tears from spilling.

Katya’s face immediately softens as realization dawns on him after taking in everything I’ve just admitted.

“Bri, you know that’s not true,” he replies in a now more gentle, sympathetic tone. He moves his hand to tenderly cup my tear-stained cheek. “You’re a bourbon-slinging, banjo plucking, tall drink of sparkling water with extra lemon…and you’re the strongest man I know.”

“Not strong enough to tell you how I feel until it’s too late,” I mutter, moving out of his grasp to turn away from him.

“Is that what this was all about,” Katya asks as he regards me cautiously.

Without looking up at him I faintly nod, my cheeks still red with humiliation.

“It’s never too late for you Brian,” he begins reassuringly as I raise my head to look at him. “I could be entering a wormhole just about to reunite with my dead dad and gather proof of extraterrestrial life that would finally garner me the respect that a female scientist of my caliber deserves…”

I subtly roll my eyes and start to move away again but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to face him, his eyes bearing into mine with complete seriousness.

“…and you could call me up on the space phone and tell me to turn around and bring my ass back home and I would. Fuck, of course I would, because it’s you I’m talking to on the other line,” he finishes, breath slightly ragged after his confession. His earnest gaze is now joined by a timid yet hopeful smile as his thumb lightly caresses the wrist he’s still holding.

“Is the space phone ringing, Brian? Do you need me to come back home,” Katya asks with a hint of Maureen-voice that I can tell he’s trying to suppress (due to the seriousness of the moment and all).

A small smile forms on my face and with that his grin instantly widens.

“First of all, I don’t think space phones are a thing…at all. And second, I would never ask you to give up…”

And just like that we’re in his bed again and his lips are on mine and under us the sheets are soft, contrasting with his familiar rough hands now running up my arms and tugging at my shirt. His hot, tobacco-tinged breath now passing my lips and filling my mouth as our tongues tentatively brush against one another. This time we both feel it. This time I know.

Both breathless, we simultaneously pull away reluctantly and I reach out to stroke the back of his neck which has started to dampen with sweat.

“Was that too weird for you,” Katya questions mischievously though I can sense a touch of uneasiness as he awaits my reply.

“Yes,” I answer with a knowing smirk as I pull him towards me for another kiss, “But it was perfect.”