#sorry this should have a read more but the app is dumb

[yourqueenb]

This is so ??? Ridiculous? Like I really do get that he’s upset about his sister, but life moves on….

[alphajocklover]

Hey- I'm one of the presidents of our university's honor fraternity. And its great, don't get me wrong or anything. But we're essentially just a group of skinny white nerds and calling us a "fraternity" is a bit of a stretch. I was hoping to try and use your app to give some of the members a real "frat" experience, especially since its summer now. I thought I'd just test it on me and the other members of our frat's leadership, just to make sure its safe. But I'm having a hard time setting reversal parameters and I'm unable to stop this stupid countdown. Any help please?

You know, for a self proclaimed nerd, you really didn’t do a lot of research. I know that InstaJock is mysterious and not very well known, but what I mentioned in my previous posts should have been enough for you to figure out a few of the issues with your idea. Just to clarify though, let’s go down the list of issues

InstaJock can only be used on one person at a time: the person currently using the phone to set up a profile. The only person you’re about to turn into a Jock is yourself, though I imagine the rest of your frat leaders will get the app too, after you send it to them.

InstaJock is not ‘my app.’ I report on it, and I know a lot more about it than most people, but I didn’t make it. I’m not sure anyone knows who did. If you’re looking for inside information about the app, you’re out of luck.

Reversal Parameters. The app doesn’t have those.

Yes you read that last one correctly. One of the first things most people learn about InstaJock is that it’s irreversible. Sure you can change something about yourself after the fact using the settings, but you can never go back to being the nerd you were. I don’t know where you got your information about this app, but I think someone has been trying to trick you into turning yourself into a jock. I can almost prove it too. See, another basic rule of the app is that InstaJock is, well, instant. There is no flash or growth spurt on anything. One moment you’re a nerd, the next you’re a dumb muscular jock. There shouldn’t be a countdown. Not unless… someone added it to your phone for a specific reason.

Someone wants to watch you squirm, watch you panic as you realize there’s no hope and that you’re definitely going to turn into a dumb jock, and probably drag your entire frat along with you. It might be another person in your frat who thought the app was just a joke and never expected you to find a real version of it, or a jock who wanted to take you and your frat down a peg and turn you guys into proper frat bros. But whoever it is, they’ve got you good. I’m sorry but there isn’t any way out of this. If you’re lucky you might be able to alter the settings a bit, but I imagine whoever did this to you already thought of that. As soon as that countdown ends, you’ll be a jock.

I am really confused as to who did this to you though. For it to be one person, that person would have to be a jock who had access to InstaJock and could invite you, but also would have to be smart enough to plan this all out and close enough to you to gain access to your phone. That could only be a few people. Maybe one of the mysterious app developers knows you personally?

I guess it doesn’t really matter to you now. Hope you enjoy being a beer drinking, muscle flexing, popular and sexy frat bro. I hope the rest of your frat likes it too.

[youremyheaven]

Frequently Asked Questions:

I get some version of these pretty much every day so I thought I'd make an FAQ:

What is my dominant planet/How do I find it?

If you knew enough about astrology and your birth chart, you would know which planet influenced you the most. Most people acutely feel a combination of at least 2-3 planetary influences most strongly. In reality, every single planet and nakshatra in our chart influences us but we probably aren't self-aware enough/knowledgeable about astrology enough to see how it impacts us. Each planet correlates to a different area of your life. Since Sun represents the soul/outer self and Moon represents the mind/emotions, its safe to say these 2 placements impact every area of life but when it comes to relationships/creativity/beauty, you channel your Venus whether you're aware of it or not and same goes for all other planets. Whenever you do something of a creative bent, you tap into your Ketu, your education is affected by your Mercury and Jupiter, so on and so forth.

If you're very new to vedic astrology or if you haven't been able to figure out your dominant planets, just let it be!! This is not a puzzle to be solved, there is no way for you or somebody else to mechanically calculate your "dominant" planet. I don't know you, I don't know what you look like, what your personality is like, so there is absolutely no way for me to tell what influence comes through most acutely.

Also, the concept of "dominance" itself is pretty much a made up one (thanks Claire Nakti) so literally, just chill out!!! Read about your placements, and learn more about astrology instead of trying to claim planets. You're influenced by your whole chart, its that simple. That's it.

2. Which website should I use?

You can use astro seek.com or the Cosmic Insights app or the Jagannatha Hora app. On astro seek, you have to adjust to "whole sign" instead of Placidus though. On the others, that's the default setting, I think.

3. Which ayanamsa should I use?

I stick to Lahiri

4. I have xyz nak/planet/house, am I doomed/ugly/forever alone/unlucky?

NO

Astrology helps us understand our strengths and weaknesses, there is no placement that comes as a death sentence of some sort. I feel like most people don't understand that your birth chart is supposed to make you self-aware of your natural inclinations, tendencies, patterns etc so that you can work with them/make necessary changes etc. Your chart is NOT set in stone. Human behaviour is far too complex to be narrowed down to a birth chart. It shows your INCLINATIONS, which means that if you're self aware, you can make necessary adjustments to work on unhealthy habits/tendencies.

Astrology is not "this is who you are, you suck",, it's a tool for self-growth.

If you have difficult placements, you need to pay more attention to them and work on those areas. Why on earth would you just accept that everything is fcked and its game over for you bc of what the stars said??? Sorry to be rude but that's dumb af?? You were not put on this earth to be miserable until the day you die, EVERYBODY has difficult placements, if you remain ignorant of it/avoid it, you will continue to live in ignorance and suffer from the same things you always have and not know why.

Astrology makes it possible for you to understand yourself and evolve.

5. I'm not Hindu, can I still worship Gods/Goddesses/chant mantras?

Every single religion is made up. God never said only brown people from the Indian subcontinent can worship me. But that said, do your research and actually be invested in it. I feel like some people approach this in a Buzzfeed-y "Which Disney Princess Am I?😍" type of way which is 🤦🏻‍♀️but religion isn't something to be sampled, if ykwim?

You don't have to attain Guru levels of religious insight/expertise either. Most practicing Hindus probably know very little about their religion and truth be told, Hinduism is soooo vast, expansive, varied and eclectic that people practice it in thousands of different ways across the country with their own unique rituals/customs, so everybody who practices the religion makes it their own, in some ways?

Build an altar if you can, dedicate a certain time of the day and space of your room/house to just prayer. By making something sacred, we feel its divinity permeate our lives. Rituals are a major part of every religion because acting with intention helps us feel like our lives have meaning.

Always chant after you've showered, sit facing east, look at a picture of your deity or visualise them and chant quietly. Most people use prayer beads but you can also just count them on your fingers. Its often said that when you chant, others should not be able to hear you. If you use prayer beads, keep them covered in a box after use. You've energetically charged them with your chanting and its not good to leave them exposed because they'll pick up on other vibrations from the surroundings. Do not chant after you've just eaten!!

Picking a deity is all about intuition. If you don't feel called to anybody, just chill out and keep studying their mythology. You can always chant 'Om'.

I used to chant Buddhist mantras like 'Om mani padme hum' and 'nam myoho renge kyo' and they're not directed to any deity so if you're worried about that, you can always chant non-deity mantras as well.

The purpose of chanting mantras is to keep your mind calm and still. Even if you repeat a certain affirmation in English several hundred times, it has the same effect.

[lil--nuggett]

Hey guys, so if you know Baldur's Gate 3 this is an AU for that with Hardenshipping but it's really fucked up. I will explain why it's fucked up below the cut.

Maxie is a High Half-Elf Warlock (his patron is Groudon), and Archie's a Human Fighter <3

Also I just realized this is the first time you have seen me draw Archie seriously lmao my bad guys I'll try to draw him again soon

I took a ton of inspiration for various things for these designs, including Guile for Archie's armor bc I love Guile sm!!

(More info and our dumb AU lore under here - No BG3 Spoilers I promise <3)

I'm going to tell you this now... this gets really fucking crazy and honest to god I know I'm going to have a hard time explaining this. It WILL be quite long and I WILL be yapping.

This AU is really just something we did on impulse and it's really fun to mess around with, so I'm hoping you all will enjoy the concept as well :)

I'll try to explain it simply as I can. I thank you in advance to all who sit here and read this ily sm if you read it all <3333

Anyways, okay so imagine how one could do a bg3 AU for these two fuckers...

And throw it right out the window because you'll never guess how me and my friend have done it.

The Backstory:

This all started when my friend decided to play BG3 for the first time, and he jokingly said to me "Should I make Maxie our main character??" and I replied "I you want, but I won't force you" and thus BG3 Maxie was created, and his misadventures began.

Now your probably wondering (if you've played the game) what about the guardian?? Who did we make the guardian?? Well, we made Archie the guardian. However, I did not know just how wild this idea would get within the next few days.

So, eventually we realized how crazy the BG3 lore actually is (it's a like fucking DnD campaign idk how we didn't realize this beforehand), and so, we jokingly started our own "AU Lore" that ties in with the BG3 Lore.

If you really want to know, I have an entire note in my notes app dedicated to keeping track of what happens. It is very long.

The Parasite:

Now, if you've played the game or know anything about it, you know about the Mindflayer parasites. Well, one fateful day, me and my friend joked that the Parasite in Maxie's head was this little freak who looks like Archie.

The two have no correlation other than looks, its completely coincidence and it's not a mimic situation. The Parasite "Archie" does nothing but talk nonsense to Maxie all the time, and initially the bit was that he only talked about Fortnite. All because I made the joke that the dream realm in game looked like a fortnite update. By now, that bit has fallen off (thank god), replaced by just general nonsense and lies.

Also he fucking looks like this:

Weird little freak. This is just one of his talk sprites I have, this is just his neutral expression.

So basically it's:

- Maxie was supposed to be on a Geology research trip, but instead he got dragged into the Parasite issue with the rest of the companions. He really just wants to get home to Archie.

I am the one who handles everything for Maxie in this AU, I do his voice, I handle his lore, etc.

- Parasite Archie is this 1 foot tall, neco arc-esque version of Archie that sits on Maxie's shoulder and tells him nonsensical things. He also says Maxie's name wrong, he says Maxie's full first name and pronounces it as "Maximilliam" instead of the "N" at the end. For Maxie it's like handling a toddler but the toddler fights back, doesn't shut up, and threatens your life. He also has a ton of his own lore that my friend continously adds on to, so I can make another post with just the parasite's part of things.

My friend handles everything with the Parasite himself, comes up with the lore, does the voice, etc. I simply keep track of it.

- The "dream visitor" version of Archie is not real either. It's linked to the Parasite in ways that if I get into it, I will spoil a good chunk of the game. Sorry. Just know you can consider this and Parasite Archie kind of as one in the same almost.

- The REAL Archie is still at home, completely unaware of what's happening, while Maxie is fighting for his life. He does miss him, though, and hopes he gets home soon. He and Maxie are only boyfriends, they haven't gotten married yet. (They also haven't been through their rivalry yet, as this all takes place before that happens.)

Sorry for the convoluted yap sesh, I just have more art planned for this stupid AU and- God I cannot possibly just post this shit with no context. Like, I'd have to explain it eventually so I might as well do it now beforehand yk 😭😭

I might do separate posts with our HCs and some silly conversations that have happened between Parasite Archie and Maxie if you guys would want that :)

Also, I do have all of the sessions from where my friend plays the game recorded and I'll be sure to post some clips of what Parasite Archie sounds like eventually, possibly with snippets of my shitty Maxie voice in there as well. You'll get to see the talk sprites in action with that, too.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Firefighter! Steve

Or

Personal Trainer! Clark

🤭

Looks like I deserved this one.

Work It Out

Warnings: allusions to non/dubcon, slow creep, fitness ineptitude.

Trainer!Clark Kent x short!chubby!reader

To those who read, I'd love a thot or two of what you think!

You feel ridiculous. Any regular could likely tell that your leggings were fresh off the rack, that you're chafing in your sports bra, and that the mesh top isn't exactly typical of your wardrobe. The sharp squeak of your sneakers on the mats betray their newness as you cross your arms and look around, trying to shield yourself from judgement.

You untuck your phone from the top of your leggings and see the notification you left undisposed. 'Your trainer will meet you in Area 2B.' You look up and reread the large white letters stenciled onto the painted cement. Yeah, where the hell is she? You want to get this done and over with.

You keep one arm over your middle as you scratch your neck, already sweating. The anxiety alone has your heart pumping. You could just stay home and find some Youtube video to follow along with. Or maybe you should just invest in a Peleton.

You turn listlessly as you grip your phone, eyeing the racks of weight from baby-sized to shoulder-dislocating. What kind of masochist lifts those blocky atrocities? You'll stick to the small ones. Maybe they have something less than a pound.

A pert blonde grips the rails of a step machine as she climbs, her pony tail wagging back and forth with her efforts. Her cheeks are flushed but she's not slowing down. You can't imagine you could do it for more than a minute. Exactly why you wanted a trainer to act as a safety net between you and your own ignorance.

You shift on your heel as you sense movement but disappointment once more has you looking away. It's not your trainer. The guy could probably show you a thing or two, given his bulging arms and the weight belt around his stomach, but no, Melody is late and you're starting to get annoyed. You paid extra just so you didn't die in a treadmill accident and now you're here, eyes popping like a deranged bird as you quork at every noise.

"Excuse me," the deep voice startles you as you consider hitting cancel on the app and fleeing for your life.

You turn and face the man. He's even bigger closer up. His dark hair curls are swiped away from his forehead, and his bright eyes beam down at you as he holds a large reuseable water bottle from a single finger. The cleft in his chin makes it seem that even his face is padded with muscle.

"Oh, am I in your way?" You realise you're hanging out in front of the dumb bells.

"No, uh, you don't happen to be..." he says your name and you frown.

"Yeah, that's me," you answer dumbly, "do I know you?"

"Didn't you get the notification? Melody's got an emergency so we were paired up," he says, "beginner, right?"

"That easy to guess?" You scoff, "uh, no I didn't see the message," you drop your shoulders.

"Ah, not what you expected," he gives a light chuckle, "sorry, I know I'm not as pretty as Mel--"

"Look, I don't want to make this awkward, but I requested a female trainer," you wet your lips with your tongue as the heat gathers in your face, "not that I don't think you know what you're doing but it's more a... comfort thing, you know?"

"Sure, I get it," He looks down at you with an easy smile. Jesus Christ, you didn't think they built people this big. "No hard feelings. You can reschedule on the app with Mel and I won't even charge the cancel fee."

You nod and lift your phone. A pang of guilt tickles your stomach and you sigh as you drop your hand. You tilt your chin up to look at him, "I'm here, alright? If I don't start today, I don't think I'll come back and I spent too much on this get-up."

"So you're up for it?" He arches a brow.

"I can try," you shrug, "but no promises."

"Alright, uh," he glances around then his eyes crawl up and down your body. You take a step back and try to hide your stomach behind your arms, "you got any water handy? You gotta stay hydrated."

"Oh, shit," you cringe as you let out the profanity, "I left it in the change room, can I--" You nod past him.

"Sure thing, I'll wait here," he says.

You quickly brush by him and hurry past the weight racks and treadmills. It feels like it takes forever to get to the locker room and by the time you return with your neon yellow bottle, you're already out of breath. Clark waits patiently as stands on the mats, his bottle a few feet away from his treads.

You set yours down and move stiffly to stand across from him, "okay, ready."

"Right, stretches," he claps his large hand and you can't help but watch his large fingers. It's like a joke, they replaced Melody with this behemoth, as if to remind you of how pathetic you are, "arms."

He guides you in the motions, one you recognise from gym class all those years ago. You didn't like it then and you definitely don't like it now as you put on a show for the whole gym. As you touch your toes you groan and your leg shakes as the burning zap pings through your hip. You hiss and make yourself stand straight, bracing your lower back.

"You okay?" He asks, moving easily as you hunch slightly.

"Yeah, my hip--" You gasp as your leg buckles and you nearly collapse, "fuck."

"Hey, take a seat," he grabs your elbow gently and leads you over to an empty weight bench. You sit before you can wilt entirely and he steps back to look down at you with hands at the top of his shorts. "You got hip problems?"

"Yeah, sort of," you sigh, "I put it on my profile. Locks up and all that."

"Gee, I must have missed that," he says as he turns and marches over to retrieve your bottle, then his. He squats down as he offers you yours, meeting your eye level as you accept it, "last minute change and all."

"It's fine, I know my limits and they're not very far," you untwist the cap of your bottle as his cheek dimples, "what?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head and stands, turning to sit beside you. "I tend to push limits, you know, so you lucked out."

"Great," you grumble, "well, I think the term is 'throw in the towel', the towel's tossed. It's on the floor."

"Come on," he nudges you and mindlessly rubs the top of his tank, his fingers grazing the tuft of hair peeking out above his broad pecks, "we'll take it easy, work up to it. But your hip, that looks like a therapy issue."

"Oh?"

"Oh," he counters, "lucky again," he smirks, "I do therapeutic work. If you don't mind, I can do some proper exercises and see if that helps out. No extra charge."

"I don't know, that's... too nice."

"We'll make a deal of it," he says, "I'll do the therapy and you show up every week."

"Hmm, well..."

"Unless you prefer Melody," he shows his palm, "your choice but I know she's only really does cardio and yoga and with your hip, you won't keep up."

"I can't keep up with standing," you mutter and he laughs. "For how long?"

"Well, you should make it a permanent thing," he advises gently, "but I'll settle for six months. For now."

You look up at him and lean back, rubbing your hip as you grimace, "I don't think I have a choice."

🏋‍♂️

The weeks go by but not easily. As much as your body needs to adjust to your new regimen, you need to adjust to your trainer. Clark is exactly as he promised, relentless. Your weekly sessions have become two or three a week. He made 'no' the only impossibility.

The persistent pain in your hips is mostly subsided, though new aches form in your muscles after each session. If this is what it costs to be healthy, you're not sure it's worth it. Still, he uses the app to its complete potential, sending you reminders to stretch and get in your steps, even going so far as to have you track your meals. Yeah, he wasn't impressed with your late night kitkats.

That day, you puff out as you finish your last rep and fall back on the mat, catching yourself on the hell of your hands. You try to catch your breath as Clark pulls up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, exposing the muscles above the vee of his pelvis, his shorts low on his hips. You can't help a glance at your own pudgy tummy and the extra jiggle on your thighs. After all this and you're still a troll.

"Well," you sit forward and reach for your water, "this was hell. Thank you."

"You're doing good," he offers his hand and lifts you to your feet, so easily you nearly leave the mat entirely, "lookin' better by the day."

"You don't have to lie," you fan yourself.

"And you don't have to shoot down every compliment," he chides, "go on, cool down. You earned it… and you can treat yourself to a carb."

"Thanks," you shake your head and begin your usual routine. He steps away and takes his phone from his arm band, "you got someone else after this?"

"No," he furrows his brows at his phone, "just canceled."

"Damn," you bend forward into a fan and grunt.

"Be careful," he's near you in a flash, "go slow." He frames your hips with his hands and you flinch, holding back a gasp. "You're gonna ruin all my hard work."

He squeezes before he lets go and you mumble an apology before pushing yourself up. You go into a lunge and peek over at him as he walks a circle around you, taking measure of your form.

"You sure your hip's okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I feel fine," you squint at him, "what's up? Am I doing something wrong?"

"I mean, I think there's something off," he taps his chin and stops, looking around your butt with crooked grin, "a tear maybe."

"What are you?" You reach back as you feel along your hip and you notice how the fabric feels slacker along your ass. You reach further and follow the rip in the seam at the center of your cheeks, exposing the white cotton panties with tiny pink hearts beneath, "oh my god."

You cover yourself with both hands and blanch, "how long–"

He tilts his head and looks to the ceiling, "they're cute, I didn't wanna say anything. Besides, you were in the zone."

"Jeez, okay, well I'm done for the day, I'll be sore," you snip, "oh my goddddd."

You grab your water bottle and hold it behind you as you rush away.

"Alright, well, have a good one," he calls behind you wistfully, "I think Lululemons having a sale right now."

"Quiet," you stomp away and scurry down the hall as you hear his rumbling laughter.

You get to the locker room and only realise then how empty the gym is. Clark noticed how often you got distracted by other, fitter gym goers and recommended the less busy times for your sessions. You were thankful but now it's kind of eerie.

You put your bottle on the bench and pull out your bag. You take your street clothes and resign yourself to stinking them up and showering at home. You pull of your damp shirt and peel away your split leggings, morning the seam as you look to see how big it is.

The door opens suddenly and you look up as Clark appears around the bricked divider. You cry out and try to cover yourself as his shoes squeak to a halt. He hides his eyes behind his hand as he raises your phone in the other.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to leave before I got here–"

"Maybe knock?" You scramble to pull your shirt back on, "call through the door or something."

"Sorry, I…" he parts his fingers and you snarl, "take it."

"Stop looking!" You storm towards him and snatch your phone. "Jesus, as if it's not hard enough being here…"

You grumble as you go back around the bench and drop the phone on your gym bag. He doesn't move, your anger peaking at his lingering, and you look up at him as you open the denim. He stares blatantly as you steam and fumble to get dressed.

"Clark!" You bark, "go."

He doesn't move. His eyes cling to you, falling down to your thighs as he lets out a shuddering breath and runs his hand up the front of his shirt. His lips part as he steps closer, his silence prickling along your neck.

"Clark," you utter in confusion, his blue eyes dilated and dark, "what–"

"You shouldn't hide," his voice grits dangerously as he stops at the other side of the bench. You’re frozen as you clutch the jeans tightly, too afraid to move, his gaze like a predator's; unbreakable.

"Please, just go," you whisper.

"I can't," he shifts to the side as you try to go towards the door, moving the other way as you attempt that.

You sway back and forth as he mirrors you. In that moment, his size is more obvious than ever. You gulp and step back against the lockers.

"Clark, you're scaring me," you hug your jeans and bat your lashes.

His hand spreads across his chest as he inhales, tasting the air as his nostrils flare, and slowly he descends his touch. You squeak as you see the twitch in his shorts right before he grips it. He lets out a quaking growl and tilts his head, cracking it as he bares his teeth.

"I know," he sneers as he rubs himself through his shorts, "come get it before I come get you."

[kcthefirebreathing-bitchqueen]

Sexual Selection

A/N- Sorry for the slow ass burn on this one, I just can't get over this concept. I have sooo many smutty ideas about this duo so if thats more your speed I would read the following chapters!

Warnings/tags: Professor x TA!reader, mutual pining, dating apps, mutual pining/lusting hard core, so much thirst and no water yet I'm SORRY

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 coming quicker than this one did

He was in regular contact with his TA throughout the following week as classes began to ramp up to full caliber and as much as he didn’t want to be. The relationship was entirely professional, but that was partially because it was all over email and the only time he saw her in person was in a lecture. She would wear nearly every day and he swore it was just to mess with him. They still texted about just about everything, finding the smallest excuse to reach out. It felt strange, the shift in dynamic; but there was also a legitimization of their relationship. It felt good to know that whether the extracurricular side of their relationship sinks or sails, he will still get to be in her presence. 

            He even found himself dressing a little nicer and taking longer in the shower and giving his hair extra attention, nervous it looked odd. He knew that he should not be even entertaining the notion of anything more than professionalism with her as her superior but there was just something about that that secretly made him want her more. The forbidden nature, the taboo of professor and ta. Maybe it was because they had already been flirting and having let himself see her like that is pretty much irreversible. 

Still, he didn’t want to be that creepy guy that made her uncomfortable. Which was growing increasingly difficult because all he could think about was kneeling in front of her and sucking her clit, no matter what he did. He made a rule with himself to not look below her clavicle to help quell this need. He had never felt as dumb in his life as when he was near her, it was like a drug overpowering his senses until only you remained. He was fully enamored and his response to her was physiological. 

            He was in the middle of writing an email to her when he heard a knock at his office door. “Come in” as soon as he did, he broke his own rule, letting his eyes skate down her torso. 

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            “Hey, Professor, I just had a question about how you want me to grade the lab reports.” You said as you stepped through the door into his office. “Like, how much do you want me to take off for sig fig errors and missing units?” Fuck. Walking up, you were hopeful that you’d be less hopelessly attracted to him today or that it would be manageable. Nope. In his tight polo shirt, the sleeves of which he had rolled up to just below his elbow, the absolute disarray of his hair, and the set of his jaw dashed your hopes quickly.

 His face was indiscernible as he said, “half a point is fine, give them the correction without tanking their grade.” 

He is the chem professor you wish you had, you thought to yourself. You also wished to have him as well, so that may count as a bias. Noticing you were staring, you checked your expression before clearing your throat and saying “O-okay great!” you said, stumbling over your words as you struggled to know what to do now. “Uh- is there anything else I can do for you professor?”

Spencer’s POV 

Well, if that wasn’t the start of his every fantasy, he didn’t know what was. Images of her getting on her knees in front of him as she grabbed him with her fist came to mind first. Not good things to be thinking about when he’s trying to hide his attraction to her. Had she been staring at him a moment ago, or had he imagined that? He walked around his desk to be in the same space as her.

He let his gaze flick over her body purely to read her body language but snagged on the slight midriff that showed off skin he’d only seen in photos. Also not helping against the blood flowing into his cock. His cheeks heated. Shit, now he was staring. Clearing his throat and not-so subtly placing his interwoven hands over his growing cock. “I, uh, oh, I wanted to run the revised lab schedule by you before we get into week 4. Do you have a moment?” 

Reader’s POV

            I think the obviously growing bulge in his pants is finally a concrete sign that he’s as physically interested in you as were to him. It was this fact, plus the time being 6 pm (meaning mostly everyone in your wing had gone home for the evening) that emboldened you to respond the way you did. In a voice dripping with want, you said “But its after-hours, professor, we wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression now, would we?” 

            He slowly, silently walked up to you looking into your eyes so intently you could melt on the spot. “Oh yeah? And what impression would that be?”

[profound-bouquetbird]

Hello! I saw this about another fandom and thought I would love to see it with toh, can I ask for some hcs about the modern social media pressence of them? (Any you want, but my favorites are king and the veterans but in their young version, like eda, raine and lilith) about, how they spend their time online, their favorite app, how they are on instagram?, or their texting style. Ty!

I seperated everyone so that no one gets confused :)

Edit: omg, why did this take me so long??? 😭 😭 😭

I'm so sorry you had to wait this long for your request to be posted, and I'm sorry to the seven other people in my inbox that left a request 😭

I'll try to write it as quickly as possible, but writers block is hitting me like a brick rn 😔

Eda Clawthorne!

I'd say she'd be pretty well known, has a good amount of followers

She's not famous by any means, but there are a few teasing comments from her classmates and or friends. For example: "Oh my god, is that (insert her username)! Can I get an autograph???" Y'know, stuff like that

I'd say she's chronically online, constantly quoting the latest memes and is sort of up to the trends. Would do the typical dumb dares people have made up, but is always doing them on the brink of the trends end

I'd say her favorite app is... Tiktok? Yeah, looks like she'd be obsessed with that app

Knows more about the news and global warming and all of the stuff that the adults are supposed to hear and worry about. I'd feel like she'd have multiple weird facts pop up on her FYP and would either spill the horrors of her 'fun facts' to her mother, or would run to Lilith to tell her yet another fun fact she managed to find

And as for the Instagram bit, as previously stated, she'd have quite the amount of followers. I'd feel like she would post her 'epic stunts' that she did in the backyard, you could hear a faint voice of her mom yelling her full name before she cuts the video short. Also is the type of person to post horrendous memes on her page (I am guilty of that crime 😔)

She always leaves encouraging comments on her friends Instagram posts and stuff, I feel like I should put that in

As for her texting style, it's caos. No commas, no new rows, no punctuation, no nothing. Literally texts like this

hey lilly mom said we r gonna get mcdonlds be out of UR ruum in 5 mins

She knows grammar and has the ability to type correctly, she just doesn't feel like being grammatically correct when texting. It's your problem you can't read it 😒

Lilith Clawthorne!

Is actually pretty famous... Well, at least on her other profile

She's that 'aesthetic smart girl' you see on your page that never shows her face. Also does bomb powerpoint presentations and posts them on her account (ppl eat that stuff upppp)

Eda would be the only one to know about her secret account and she swears to keep her mouth shut. Although the secret account does slip out of Edas mind often, so Lilith doesn't have to worry all that much about the word spreading

But, on her main account which she shares with her friends... It's literally just her friends. Of course, you have her sister and people she hangs out with/is cool with, as well as her club members, but thats pretty much it

On her main, she mostly posts stuff about her school and her successes, such as the awards she gets in contests of the medals/trophies she recives

Again, Eda will the the one hyping her up in her comments, but she doesn't dare to hype her up on her secret account, as to not rish accidentally spilling the beans in the comments somehow

For her favorite app... I'd have to say: 'Instagram'. I would've said Pinterest but it doesn't quite sit right with me fully... Instagram feels like a better fit

Always scrolling through reels, but also opens Tiktok from time to time (specifically to search for the memes Eda is quoting so that she isn't as confused)

Texts normally, like how you'd see people text on the daily. But, if she's mad, I can also see her writing painfully grammatically correct sentences with words that everybody forgets the meaning of

No, I'm not gonna set an example because that's too much thinking.

Raine Whispers!

Raine would be avarege in the followers count. They wouldn't be all that famous, but they also wouldn't be completely invisible

Definitely is the type of person to have their account private for a few years before toughening up and macking their account public. That was oddly specific but we'll move on

They'd mostly post selfies with their friends, of course an occasional recording of their progress with their violin as well as some bard magic tricks (like that whistling in the cup)

Doesn't get that many comments on their posts, but when they do they make sure to either like it or fully reply

Isn't as chronically online as Eda but is up to date with the memes. Is always able to quote with or continue a quote Eda began. Trends always somehow end up on their for you page when they're scrolling on Tiktok

Favorite app? Oddly enough: 'Twitter' 'X'. Loves to read the drama people have, and when there is nothing to do they just scroll onto people's accounts

And for the texting style: the perfect middle. Just enough punctuation to make it make sense, but not too formal to make it look like a business e-mail

[odxrilove]

can you give some writing tips ??

omg pls guys im really the worst person ever to ask this ...... ill try to give some advice i "usually" follow when writing!

1. if you have any ideas, write them down asap! for me, more often than not, my ideas come to me randomly, while listening to music, watching something or even just speaking or reading about a certain subject. it's like a fleeting thought? so i often have to write down the idea in my notes app (u don't wanna know how many notes i have...) because otherwise.. well i forget them and get pissed at myself

2. just open your laptop and write. this might sound really silly and dumb but it's as simple as that. just write, whether it be a few words or a whole page. the more you write, the more you'll be able to get on paper what you truly want to put down, you know? in the same context, don't directly erase your drafts and be too critical of yourself– there's a reason why it's a draft! go back on what you wrote, edit your drafts, and write!

3. for me, balancing between describing and narrating is really important. (not enough description, too much narrating... not enough narrating, too much description... etc). i did quite like the way i explained the 3rd point in this post so im just gonna link it (the 3rd one about balancing narrating, detailing and dialogue!)

4. also, be open to suggestions! to beta reading! to changes! to help! allowing yourself to understand that some things may be faulty and have to be changed (for whatever reason) will only help you grow more comfortable with your writing. it's okay to not feel satisfied with your work, it happens to everyone, understanding why you're unsatisfied and how you can possibly better yourself is the key!

5. lastly, don't stress too much about it. i get that you want to finish the story quickly and just write but it's not a competition and taking breaks from time to time when it gets stressful is necessary. writing should make you happy!

i hope this helps a bit!!!! (im so sorry if not TT)

[nandysparadox]

strawberry ice cream and rescue missions

Pairing: romantic royality; mentioned brotherly moxiety and platonic logicality

Word count: 2311

cw: emotional hurt/comfort; light angst; insecurity; overworking; mentioned unsupportive parents

Summary:

Roman is worried he'll never make it onto stage after all. Patton is worried about his next test.

or

Two times Patton and Roman comforted each other

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fic for day 2 of @royalityweek!! ill have to admit i may have strayed from the prompt a little bit, but im happy with how this turned out ❤️🩵😊 this is part of the same verse as my previous royality week fics, but can be read separately (ill make a masterpost soon!)

huge thanks to @ivaryn0 for beta-reading!

prompt: family/friendship

Hmm. Should he get more chocolate? Patton wondered, squinting at the lines of chocolate bars that filled the shelves in the sweets aisle. He couldn’t remember if there was still some in the fridge…

Well, he ate chocolate fast, might as well. He picked up a few kit-kats and dropped them in the basket when a ring sounded from his phone. He checked the screen, switching to the messaging app immediately when he saw it was Roman.

just got off work

do you wanna come over?

He blinked. Roman could be spontaneous with plans sometimes, but generally, Patton was the one to host the spur-of-the-moment movie nights between the two of them.

In any case, it's not like he was planning to do anything other than scroll on his phone after he got home. Hanging out with Roman would definitely be a plus.

sure sweetie!😊💖 im at the grocery store rn, do you want me to pick up something for u??

The typing bubble popped up, and it stayed there for about a minute. Patton tilted his head.

ice cream

…

please

Oh. Oh, something was wrong for sure.

A good ol’ ice cream tub was Roman’s go-to when he was feeling down, and that’d certainly explain why he asked to hang out out of nowhere. He couldn’t tell exactly what happened, nothing good for sure, but now he was on a mission.

Operation “cheer up boyfriend” initiated!

Luckily, the ice cream aisle was close to the checkout counter. Patton rummaged around the freezer for strawberry cheesecake, Roman’s favorite, and got three pints for good measure. Of course, making sure to get a bottle of chocolate syrup while in line. After that, it was just a matter of driving to Roman’s apartment.

He might’ve rushed up the stairs a bit too much and his knees definitely paid the price, but darn it he was worried!

He double-checked the apartment number and moved to open the door. Faint music came from behind it, Taylor Swift’s…All Too Well? Oh boy.

“I brought the ice cream, Ro!” Patton said as he entered. Immediately, his eyes flitted to Roman in the middle of the couch. Blankets swaddled him to the point that Patton could barely make out his face. But as he got closer, he saw the tear tracks that trailed down to his chin.

“Oh love,” Patton said, feeling his heart ache at the sight. “Hold on, let me grab you a spoon, ok?”

By the time he was back, Roman hadn’t moved an inch. Patton sat next to him, cracking open the ice cream and plopping the spoon into it.

Roman then proceeded to take the pint and eat it with a ferocity that was kind of impressive.

“…Thanks,” Roman muttered.

“Of course, Ro,” Patton smiled, putting a hand on Roman’s knee, in what he hoped to be a comforting way. “Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, it’s— it’s dumb,” Roman replied, wrapping his arms around his middle. “I’m being dramatic.”

“It’s not dumb, Ro, not if it’s upsetting you.”

Roman sighed. “The cast list for this season’s show came out.”

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Ensemble. Again!” Roman cried, doing mock jazz hands. “I know, I know, I should be grateful I’m in the show at all, and ensemble’s no easy feat of course, but I just thought…”

Roman hunched his shoulders up and let his hands fall into his lap.

“I thought this was going to be the time.”

“I’m so sorry you didn’t get the part you wanted, honey,” Patton said, leaning into Roman’s side. “I’m sure you did your best.”

“I’m starting to think my best just isn’t enough,” Roman let out a hollow laugh. “You know, every time, I tell myself it’s gonna happen, this is gonna be my big break… Maybe it’s just never gonna happen.”

Patton watched helplessly as Roman wound a hand into his hair, pulling. His face twisted in misery. Patton couldn’t bear to see it, the hope crumbling from Roman’s eyes.

“Maybe I’m just gonna be serving milkshakes and cheesecake in a 50s-themed diner for the rest of my life,” he said, bitter. “Great, my parents were right. I’ll never be anyone at all.”

“Don’t say that, Roman,” Patton said firmly. He surprised himself with the sternness in his voice, but he stood by it — he wouldn’t just let Roman be so cruel to himself. “They’re wrong. Of course you’re enough, honey, please don’t let others convince you you’re not, be it your parents or anyone else.”

Roman hummed and something in Patton’s chest twisted at the disbelief in his eyes.

“Ro, listen to me,” Patton pleaded, taking Roman’s hands and squeezing them. “You’re incredible. You’re passionate, and witty, and creative, and dazzling, and none of that hinges on you having the lead role in a show. It doesn’t matter if you’re a waiter, or a superstar, you don't need to measure up to anyone's idea of success.”

Patton smiled, letting go of Roman’s hands to cup his face and brush his thumb across the high of his cheekbone. “You're you. That's enough.” He paused, touching his forehead to Roman's. “You know I love you, right?”

Roman went silent, and with each second that passed Patton got more worried he might’ve said the wrong thing. But then, all of a sudden, he wrapped Patton in a tight hug.

“I love you too,” replied Roman, a quiet chuckle on his lips. Patton hugged him back, crossing his arms over Roman’s back.

When they finally pulled apart, Roman wiped at his eyes, smiling. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Maybe not always,” Patton shrugged. “But I’m sure good at turning around gloomy days! How about I pick up more ice cream and we put on some Disney movies?”

Roman laughed in response, and Patton was so glad to hear it.

Roman sighed as he leaned his forehead against the door, raising his fist to knock for about the third time. Of course, getting into Patton’s apartment hadn’t been the hard part — his roommate was just as worried about him as Roman himself.

The real problem would be getting him to actually leave his desk and put a pause on studying.

“I’m taking a break soon, Logan, don’t worry!” Soon came Patton’s cheerful voice through the door. By the unprompted nature of the comment, he must’ve repeated this line many times before and Roman would guess he’d actually done as he said about… zero of them. “Do you need anything?”

Other options exhausted, Roman supposed he’d just have to go for it.

“Only for you to emerge from your fortress of darkness, my dear,” he said, opening the door.

Fortress of darkness indeed. The laptop screen, about the only source of light in the room, cast a blue tint on the books and papers thrown around the desk. Mugs and cups piled around a forgotten corner of the nightstand. At least the window was open, so Patton must’ve gotten some sunlight in the afternoon.

“…Roman?” Patton squinted at him and tilted his head, swiveling his chair around to face him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a mission, darling,” Roman declared, bowing. Hopefully, his dramatics would help win Patton over. “ Recruited by your dearest brother himself… and your roomie was kind enough to let me in.”

“Logan,” Patton grumbled, then shot Roman a look of disbelief, eyebrows raised. “Hold on, Virgil sent you?”

Roman strode over to him, tilting Patton’s chin up and gently brushing his raven hair out of his glasses. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and he looked as if he might fall over with a single touch. Roman bit his lip, when had Patton last slept? That wasn’t like him — he barely stayed up late, even on weekends.

“Darling, you haven’t texted your brother in three days. And you know how he gets when he’s worried.” Roman fake shivered, pulling a little giggle out of the other. “When I asked how you were doing this morning, you just sent me a thumbs-up emoji. And Logan says you haven’t come out of here either.”

“I— just,” Patton looked down. “I really need to study, okay? I have a test in a week, and I still have to review the three last units, and memorize all these names—”

“And don’t you think you’ll do better if you give your brain a chance to rest?” Roman raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, you’re taking a nap.”

“What? I can’t, Roman I’m so behind—” Patton protested as Roman pulled him from the chair and herded him towards the bed.

“So you don’t want to cuddle your poor suffering boyfriend?” Roman gave him an exaggerated pout, knowing the other wouldn’t be able to resist it. “Jail for Patton, jail for Patton for one thousand years!”

“Don’t be mean,” Patton whined. He glanced at their entwined hands, sighed, and climbed onto the bed grumbling.

They cuddled for about a minute, and Roman would be lying to say he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed the fact that his boyfriend wore his favorite sweater. You’d think it was a bit plain, just a simple gray affair, but only if you hadn’t touched it — by Jove, it was like angels themselves knit the thing. Though soon enough, Patton disentangled himself from Roman’s arms, much to his displeasure, and sent a conflicted glance to his desk. Roman groaned.

“Ro, I need to study, I’m sorry.”

“Patton, be serious with me,” Roman said, crossing his arms. “You really think you are fit to study right now? You look like you’ll drop if the wind blows too hard.”

“But—”

“C’mon, darling,” He cupped Patton’s cheek, looking directly into his red-rimmed eyes. “You know better than to overwork yourself. I thought we’d skipped the workaholic college student phase when you were an undergrad.”

“That’s the thing, Ro,” Patton huffed, sounding terribly small. He dug his nails into the comforter, leaning away from Roman's hand. “I'm not an undergrad anymore. I can't coast by. If I want to be a vet, I can't just-”

He clicked his mouth shut, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“Hey,” Roman reached out again, but he only curled up further. He paused. Pinpricks of tears formed in the corner of Patton’s eyes and he looked so, so tired. It just about killed Roman to see him so upset. “C’mon, what’s going on?”

“I failed the last test,” Patton muttered, hiding his face in the crook of his arms. “If I don’t do well on this one, there won’t be extra credit that’ll save my grade. I can’t fail this class I can’t—”

“Oh, darling,” Roman crooned, as he gently wrapped the other into a hug. “It’s okay.”

Patton sniffled into Roman's shoulder.

“You’ve never “coasted by”. Don’t punish yourself for struggling,” Roman said, tracing circles onto his back. “Some classes can be tough, that’s okay. No shame in needing to put more effort into learning a subject, you just need to remember you can work hard and still take care of yourself.”

“…What if I’m just not cut out for this?” Patton whispered.

“What? Darling, look at me,” Roman pulled away, then took Patton’s hands with his own. “You’re one of the smartest, most compassionate people I know. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll be a great veterinarian.” He smiled. “Nay, the greatest!”

Patton huffed a laugh and leaned into Roman’s shoulder.

Roman pressed a small kiss into his hair. “You’ll get through this, I know it. There can’t be a victory without some challenge after all,” he said, “But you better not overwork yourself again, mister, or I swear I’ll bully you into some self-care.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Sneaking a hand around his back, Roman pulled Patton down abruptly and flopped him onto the bed, drawing a fit of giggles from him.

“Don’t test me,” he smirked.

Patton let out an airy laugh. “Alright, alright.”

They fell into silence as Roman picked up a pillow from the foot of the bed and lay down. Patton had taken to fidgeting with the sleeves of his blue jumper, quiet as he unraveled a bit of loose thread.

“Vet school is really something,” he finally said.

“Not like you expected?”

“I don't know,” Patton admitted. “I just feel… out of place? Everyone here seems so well-adjusted and driven, but I still feel like I’m bumbling.”

“Is there such a thing as well-adjusted university students?” Roman snorted. “This is a new thing for you, dear, only natural you’ll need some time to get used to it.”

“As long as it doesn’t take too long,” sighed Patton.

“You’re doing great, Pat, trust me,” Roman reached over to ruffle his hair, grinning when Patton pouted adorably and batted his hand away.

“You’re too cute, I’m sorry,” Roman said, stifling a chuckle. Patton crossed his arms. “You know I love you, right?”

Instantly, Patton’s face softened — a pretty blush tinted his cheeks and he smiled bashfully. “I love you too, honey.”

“Man, if I knew I could persuade by flirting I'd have done it much earlier.” Roman teased, raising his hands when he saw the look he got in response. “Okay, okay, I give. So, how about that nap?”

Patton opened his mouth to respond but cut himself with a wide yawn before he could.

“Yeah, I think that’s answer enough.”

Wrapping his arms around Patton's waist, Roman pulled the covers over them and, after whispering goodnight, planted a kiss on his hair. For someone who’d claimed he could go right back to studying with no problem, Patton fell asleep rather quickly — five minutes barely passed and he was already snoring softly. Roman shook his head in amusement. Poor thing sure was exhausted. He snaked his hand around to grab his phone and snapped a photo to send to Virgil.

Mission accomplished.

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A/N: this takes place about 1-2 years after they met in milkshakes and checkered diners - Patton is in his 1st year of the Veterinary Medicine program, while Roman has been out of college for a year-ish and working on that particular community theater since his senior year of collegeyes he's freaking out about never making it one year into his career 😆 he's a bit of a drama queen but we love him

[macfrog]

hi max!

i’m back with another “gentle reminders” ask. it goes in line with one of my personal goals this year of trying to work on my kindness and how i show that kindness to others.

the beginning of a new year is always a bit tough for many people, for many reasons but at the scale of the fandom, i have noticed some negativity starting to spread. maybe it’s bound to happen on any social media but i always considered tumblr to be different, to be over the kind of discourse you could find on other apps. this place has been a true haven for many of us and i would like to keep it that way, so i thought, as a way to counterbalance this negativity, i could compensate with a nice message for one of the driving forces in the fandom: our dear writers.

i would like to begin by saying thank you.  thank you for dedicating your time, your energy, your love and sharing pieces of yourself with us. the fandom wouldn’t be what it is without you: just like a body needs a brain or a heart to function properly, fandoms need writers like they need others contributing. thank you for offering diversity, engaging with different tropes and characters to reach as many readers as possible. i will admit, some things proposed are not my cup of tea but i know they can be enjoyed by others, the same way some of my favorite fics wouldn’t necessarily attract others. so thank you for giving a chance to everyone to find what they enjoy, to discover, to learn, to cry, to laugh, to love and to be able to do so in an open, safe space. thank you for interacting with us as well. thank you for responding to our questions, sharing snippets when we get impatient, teasing us with your new ideas and making life a little more fun and exciting every day. and of course, thank you for doing all of this for free. for expecting so little in return when you give us so much.

now a few things i want you to remember: 

although we’re all thankful for having access to your art, your first fan should be yourself. write what you enjoy, write that self-indulgent fic, write your favorite trope, an improbable duo or crossover because you’ve always wanted to. do it for yourself. in the same way, have fun with it. writing is a hobby, it’s not your job, it’s not supposed to be a chore. so do what makes you happy. don’t worry about updating fics, about being slow, about posting too much or too little. some things might take time, some might need an hour to be posted but in the end, they all matter just the same. they’re worth being read and cherished and we will appreciate them. whether you have thousands of notes or barely a few hundreds, you have your place here. you’re still an amazing writer, you’re still an artist regardless of the stats. 

whether i've had time to binge-read your stories or just discovered you. thank you. i love you. i’m grateful for you. i see and appreciate your work. your efforts. you.  i’m sorry if you’ve ever been received with negativity but i hope this can make up for some of it.  you deserve nothing but kindness and appreciation and i hope you know how much you matter here.

sending you all my love,

anna 💗

hi, anna!! oh my goodness i have read and reread this probably fifty times since you sent it, i feel all warm and mushy over it

first of all, i love that goal. the world could do with a lot more kindness, and you're so sweet for putting your energy into this. so so glad that you're here and you're spreading light 🤍

this little corner of the internet really has a lot of love to give despite the dumb stuff sometimes. i have met and fallen in love with some of the best people, right here. i'm so grateful to know such a welcoming, safe community, and i'm honored to be a little part of it.

thank you a million times over for this beautiful message. hope you're good, my friend! sending so much love straight back to you 🩷

[borathae]

IM REALLY SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS ASK JDKDKDKDKKSJSJSKSKDKDKDKKS I normally write them in my notes app because tumblr hates me and the app closes randomly sometimes so I didn’t even notice it was THAT long jskskskkskls AND I had so much to catch up with! Again I’m sorry jskskskksks

But now I come to scream about the new chapter! Oh Sibi I knew that I would come back here to eat my words regarding Tae and Jimin at some point but I didn’t know it would be so soon for Tae, he went from being past the red line to being on the yellow one with me cause I’m still a little wary about the fact that he can still fuck up again, but I really hope it doesn’t happen, for real all I want for him is to be happy with the people he loves and care about, he deserves happiness after everything 😔 and I love seeing him interact with Yoongi in a non violent? or cold way 😭 like yes please talk about things, like Tae said, they are in love with the same woman they should at least try to get along for her now that he’s trying to be better 🥺 I get Yoongi too tho he almost killed the love of his life so I would be wary too, BUT we are going in the right direction now at least with Tae 🥳 I do have a question, will Jimin get a redemption arc too to the point that we get to like his annoying ass? Or he will only get to be tolerable? Hope it’s the first one tho 😂

Also I cried when they were talking about Yoongi wanting to be mortal again, (please wrap this tiny man in lots of warm blankets and give him kisses he deserves all the love in the world 😭😭😭😭) I kid you not I was as affected by it as Tae, I’m on his side, I understand our prince but please not, I can’t bare the though of him dying from grief or the though of him dying of old age with OC because what about the others? What about Kookie? Maybe it’s selfish on my part but I truly want them all to be happy together for eternity 🥺 but I guess that choice will fall on our OC when the time comes…

Oh and I think that using the blade to turn Namjoon mortal would be the biggest fuck you to him and the biggest punishment considering how lowly he thinks of humans, what better punishment than turn him into what he despises and thinks is the lowest form of life 😎

And I had an idea, maybe it’s very dumb but here it goes… the gang can grab the “Magnus Vasistas” book, change the cover (without opening the book of course, maybe even with magic?) for one that relates to something that Namjoon would find interesting, since he loves reading, somehow leave it were he could find it, so he opens the book, gets sucked into the void and problem solved! jskskkskskhsjs

And the lore??!!!!! What do you mean Yoongi Boongi was a warlock?! Sibi that’s so hot of him jsjajajksksk I had the same reaction to that piece of lore that I had to you hinting that Jin was Jack the Ripper in SA sjakksksksksksksksksk can you tell us something regarding vampire lore that you really want us to know but it’s not in the story please? I would love to know more but don’t know what to ask!

Anyways I LOVED this chapter and how wholesome it was for our both boys I’m glad they are getting on better terms with each other, and that there’s hope for a much better relationship and understanding between them 🥺 and I hope our oc is ok, I’m worried about her 🥺

That’s for now Sibi, I can’t wait for the next chapter!

-Shy anon

Don't apologise for long asks! I love every asks you guys send me no matter how long or short it is heheheh 😔💜

for real all I want for him is to be happy with the people he loves and care about, he deserves happiness after everything 😔 and I love seeing him interact with Yoongi in a non violent? or cold way 😭

YES GOSH me too :( istfg he deserves all the happiness and friendship heheeh

I do have a question, will Jimin get a redemption arc too to the point that we get to like his annoying ass? Or he will only get to be tolerable? Hope it’s the first one tho 😂

Yes Jimin will get a redemption arc fajdsjf I am attempting to make you guys like him with it afjasdjf like I do want this lil bitch to be liked at the end HAHHAHAH

I kid you not I was as affected by it as Tae, I’m on his side, I understand our prince but please not, I can’t bare the though of him dying from grief or the though of him dying of old age with OC because what about the others? What about Kookie? Maybe it’s selfish on my part but I truly want them all to be happy together for eternity 🥺

same same same :( istfg just thinking that Yoongus Boongus could die one day rips me apart 😭😭😭

Oh and I think that using the blade to turn Namjoon mortal would be the biggest fuck you to him and the biggest punishment considering how lowly he thinks of humans, what better punishment than turn him into what he despises and thinks is the lowest form of life 😎

RIGHT?? I think so too fadjfaj that would honestly be such a fuck you to him fandfda

And I had an idea, maybe it’s very dumb but here it goes… the gang can grab the “Magnus Vasistas” book, change the cover (without opening the book of course, maybe even with magic?) for one that relates to something that Namjoon would find interesting, since he loves reading, somehow leave it were he could find it, so he opens the book, gets sucked into the void and problem solved! jskskkskskhsjs

Right??? That's what I was thinking too 👀 the problem with this book though is that the spell is reversible. You just gotta know the right spell and then you can drag whoever is captured in it back out again. So if Joon has some evil witches on his side, all they have to do is do their lil magic and he is free again 😩 Time does pass differently in it though. One second in the real world feels like one month of agony in the book. So yeah honestly? It would still be a punishment in the end fajdfj

And the lore??!!!!! What do you mean Yoongi Boongi was a warlock?! Sibi that’s so hot of him jsjajajksksk I had the same reaction to that piece of lore that I had to you hinting that Jin was Jack the Ripper in SA sjakksksksksksksksksk can you tell us something regarding vampire lore that you really want us to know but it’s not in the story please? I would love to know more but don’t know what to ask!

THANK YOU OMFMGMG I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH EHHEHEH I honestly love working on lore mgmgmmgmg there will also be more regarding Jinnie coming very soon *cough* today *cough* ohoohoho

As far as lore is concerned mhhm I don't really know because I tried to include everything that was lore related mhhm 🤔 maybe the fact that Namjoon was the best in anything that had to do with thinking whilst Yoongi was best in manual classes. Joon was always found copying spells out of books in the most beautiful handwriting and sometimes you even found him trying to think of new spells. While Yoongi was always best in putting the magic into action. Imagine it like this, Joon is going all like "I thought of something. What if you tried to mix this herb with this herb and then chant these words?" while Yoongi was all like "yes, I will try" and together they tried out the new spell. Many times it ended up with them failing and getting dirtied by a failed spell, but sometimes they were succesfull which resulted in them reporting to their teacher and getting praise.

Ah yes and then magic education would have taken ten years to finish. They started it when Yoongi was seventeen and Joon was still sixteen, but ended it just a few months after Yoongi hit his twenty fifth year. By that I mean that is when they went too far and their teacher cursed them rip to them ahfadhf

OMGMG THAT LORE JUST MADE ME SO EXCITED OMGMGM I hope lots of people read it because it's really important hehehehhe

[mknerd]

“The Text” (Original) [II]

Note: This is a direct continuation of the events in “Seeking Attention”. Please read that first before reading this to not be confused! Enjoy! 🙏🏽💙

What to say, what to say, what to say…

Nearly an hour after meeting Maya, I was back in my apartment and resting on my couch.

Well, trying to, I should say.

In actuality, I couldn’t get my leg to stop shaking. I had the Messages app opened on my phone, but the only touching I was doing on it was anxiously tapping the side of it with my index finger. I could feel my phone nearly slipping out of my grip as a nervous sweat began forming on the surface of my hand.

Texting a girl shouldn’t be this hard…

The line in the message bubble continued to blink and blink, almost as if it were starting to get impatient with me and wanting me to figure out at least one word to type.

“Bathroom time,” I said to myself as I rolled off the couch and walked to the bathroom. After shutting the door behind me, I dropped my sweatpants and briefs to my ankles and sat on the cold surface of my porcelain throne. I held on to my phone, still focusing on the blinking text line.

I wonder if she’s waiting for me to say something. Damn it, Will, why didn’t you give her your number?!

I remained seated on the toilet for a few more minutes, even though admittedly, I didn’t actually have to go at all. Feeling foolish, I pulled my sweatpants and briefs back over my waist and left the bathroom.

I started scratching my head in frustration. Somehow, despite having more than an hour to formulate an idea, I still couldn’t think of what to text. It wasn’t that I was nervous to text Maya; instead, I wanted to be careful not to say anything that could get her to block me before she knew it was me.

Just say it’s you. Tell her it’s you and she’ll know. It’s that simple!

Without thinking, I quickly typed the text into the message bubble:

“Hey, Maya, this is Will from the café!”

Instant regret.

Cool, you texted her like she’s a colleague from work. Great stuff, Will.

Until then, I was not aware that it was possible to receive secondhand embarrassment from oneself. I walked into my bedroom and fell back onto my mattress, my phone bouncing out of my hand and landing next to it. Maya had work, so I wasn’t expecting a response for at least a few hours.

My eyelids shut, darkness taking over my vision.

A vibration reverberated through my mattress.

I quickly grabbed my phone and unlocked it to see a text from Maya:

“Haha, it took you awhile. I thought you died on the way home. 💀🚬”

Believe me, Maya, it felt like I did.

I texted her back:

“Sorry, had things to take care of. Got any plans after work?”

Almost a minute later, she sent a response:

“Well, if you’re not busy, I really wanna grab a bite at that new wing place that opened up a few days ago. 🍗 You down? 👀”

Oh, she’s talking about the Wise Moose Wing Bar near my place, I realized. I had plans to try out the place but never had a reason or a person to go with.

I messaged her back:

“Wise Moose, right? That’s near my place! We can meet there when you’re off.”

Maya responded back:

“Sounds like a plan. I get off at 6 tonight, so I’ll see you there at 7! Leave the cig at home. 🤣☺️”

She’s never gonna let me live that down…

I sent another text:

“I will. 😂 See you at 7!”

And just like that, date secured. Somehow, all my actions had actually led to positive outcomes.

But how long does dumb luck last?

[rikasfundingassociates]

[Found Chatlog] The Hacker.

This interview originally took place on January 28th, 2023.

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The phone screen whirs to life to reveal… quite a peculiar place. Darkness creeps at the corners of your vision, and everything in the room is tinted slightly green with the night vision feature of the camera. One by one, some notable features become clear as the camera slowly adjusts to the dim light.

One- a stack of takeout boxes and bags that teeters ever so slightly to the side, but balanced with enough precision to remain standing for… who knows how long.

Two- a cat tree with various tattered felt rats and strings with bells on the end hanging from the ballasts of the fortress, obviously well used.

Three- an electric keyboard in the corner of the room, dusty with manila folders propped up where sheet music should be.

Four- a desk with two monitors and a high-backed swivel chair (what’s on the monitors is unclear, as they’re too blindingly bright to be picked up by the camera.) It’s facing away from the computer. It’s also occupied! She has picked up on the camera recording her a while ago, curiously following the lens with a catlike quirk to her lips.

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[HACKER]: what's this all about? gonna interview me or something ? :3

peepee

Cat tree…… cats

CATS !!! i luvluvluv cats

ok first of all what your pronouns

oh!!! haven't had to give them out in a while

she/her

i'm going to assume YOUR pronouns are pee/pee

I have question….. is green your favourite colour by chance

oh noooooo how could you tellllll

(yes)

hrmmmmm what was the last piece of media you watched/read/consumed

last not fav? i replayed kirby and the forgotten land recently

. . .

L L L

ur pee pee now

i said so

Favourite kirby character go!!

AHHHH IM ON A TIMER KING DEEDEE

well what is your fav media? i like. old animated movies

just any old movie ??? i have a penchant for those cringy scifi ones with special effects that you can tell aged horribly

as for the question, video game music is my jam :3

what kind of music do you listen to anon

OSTs and a bit of vocaloid mostly

. . .

i can't bear to lose the respect of someone whos pronouns are peepee....

if the world could hear you say one thing, what would you say

deez NUTSSSS

When do we get to see ur assumably there cat hMMMMM :face_with_raised_eyebrow:

i wish i could show you, but a friend is watching over him for me !!!

caught me at a bad time ... 3:

OMG I HAVE A RLLY GOOD ONE ok you remmeber that jesus guy and how he had a body and blood which were bread and wine

omg like the tibble

what would your body and blood be?

my brain hurts.... uhhhhh

ig my headphones and cat??,,

IW ANT TO SEE THE CAT

IM SORRY IM SORRRRYYYY

hold on hold on wait

i can show you a gif that he looks like

What kind of cat is it ….): at least

tabby :3

what do you do for work?

hmmmmm currently ???? im a bit between jobs

i was working at this chinese takeout place, but i had to drop that to work on the app !!! call it a passion project

part time now im delivering pizzas for this parlor down the street

. . .

AHA !!! I FOUND HIM!!!

he’s a bit bigger and more gremliny but that’s the best one i have !!!

what’s the app you’re talking about?

oh !!!! i don’t get to talk about this often yippee

i, the GREAT AND BENEVOLENT PERSON I AM, coded a whole new app for my friends and i to talk to each other !!!

a little debugging here and there, but for the most part it works pretty smoothly and i get to establish my dominion :33

What would you ………sing at Karaoke night?

CA LI FOR NIA GIRLS WE'RE UNFORGETTABLE

DAISY DUKES BIKINIS ON TOP

[ There’s a bit of pounding on the floor, which quiets her down quickly enough. ]

[ Distantly ]

sorryy...

https://tenor.com/view/maxwell-maxwell-spin-spinning-cat-maxwell-spinning-gif-27234188 Opinions on maxwell

i like the cut of his jib

he's committed many crimes

Dumb floor banger party pooper :AUGH:

i don't know what the proble, was !!! im SUCH a good singer

... i won't do it again tho

do you think anyone else will get to use it?

as much as i’d like to open it up to the public, we have a strict closed circle !! only people we trust can join :3

BEEE WHOOO YOUUU AREEEE FOR YOUR PRIIIIIDE

what are you...

one of those gay people ????

Am i

you tell me ...

who was that floor banger party pooper!!

my landlady 3:

apparently there’s ‘nighttime restrictions’ or something

sounds boring to me !!!

ALSO IF THE PUBLIC ISNT ALLOWED TO USE THE APP WHO IS.. who is this inner circle you have

i WISH we were the illuminati

just me and a couple'a buds! childhood friends

do you ever worry that someone could possibly infiltrate what you’ve made? like a leak or something?

someone breaking through MY security system? HA!

i'm a master programmer, so i'd never let that happen on my watch !!

Is that pizza place secretly a government hangout????

... id prefer not to answer this one

agent papa john? someone's caught on

take the shot

DOMINOS ALL THE WAY :rage:

... nobody tell them

i hate to break it to you

they're all in on it...

….even pizza express ): ?

nah

they're cool

Pizzas vs burgers

i’m contractually obligated to give one answer

if i don’t, i’ll be fired on the spot and blacklisted from every pizza place ever :(

… except pizza express

Im gonna go eat a burger out of spite now

TRAITOR

YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME HERE, A RANDOM FACELESS PERSON YOU'VE BARELY MET ????

Detective work is real tiring!!

i guess you deserve a break, after busting my super secret pizza agent cover…

… IS WHAT I WOULD SAY IF I WAS ACTUALLY A SUPER SECRET PIZZA AGENT

AHA!!! YOU’VE BEEN PRANKED!! BY THE NEFARIOUS -

[ There’s banging from the floor below again, along with a muffled female voice yelling back up at the hacker. ]

.... oh

guess i gotta go :(

she doesn't like all the yelling... heh

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[HACKER]: i should be getting back to my work anyways !! was nice to have some company for a bit, tho

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The hacker turns back around in her chair, and the rhythmic clicking of keys fills the room once more. With that, the phone screen shuts off.

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[drthugitout]

┆ ♱ Since I've had this account for a while I feel like I should prob introduced myself!!!! 🦇

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Yo this is my blog/vlog/art place idk what to call it but ye! I'm mostly online almost everyday jus not a lot of postin cus I'm lazy. Smh but this is ofc my trying to introduce my self n give you some fun facts bout me n stuff I don't like allow? ----𝐒𝐨. 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐠.

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☆I TALK IN LIKE SHITTY SLANG SOMETIMES SORRY IF YOU CAN'T READ IT 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

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>HOMOPHOBIC PPL, TRANSPHOBIC, XENOPHOBIC

Don't interact if your racist. I'm pretty sure I make it obviously that I am black. Blacker then black, happy kwanzaa, merry Christmas, wakanda forever. Type shi. ((THAT INCLUDES OTHER RACES AS WELL))

Just like have common fucking sense don't be a gross pedo, sexualizing kids ect I don't care if there real kids r not. And just DNI if you think rape is like cool or funny like wtf?

IF I DIDN'T MAKE IT CLEAR PROS/COMPS SHOO.

Turfs, I don't like you leave.

THINGS I , LIKE DO- THAT MIGHT MAKE UPSET

🫀-I SWEAR LIKE A LOT INCLUDING THE N WORD SOMETIME IT PROBABLY WON'T BE ALL THE TIME ((because I don't say it every sentence)) but yeah jus something

🧪-I MAKE HELLA MISSPELLS I TRY TO GO BACK I FIX THEM BUS SOMETIMES IT JUST EMBARRASSING SMD

🫁-I MIGHT MAKE A SEX JOKE OR TOO LIKE (ha boner) OR (big Booty bitches) something dumb if u want I don mind stopping dudeski

🦇- I can't get like shy? Whitch is weird but I just so even with asks but I do still like them so I might like wait untill I know how to answer it or just never will sory- it's like I weird nervous thing type ahi

🔪-back on thought on being shy I do not fw compships n sometimes will go something dumb like (eww Stinky incest.)) Or something dumb idk I kinda have gotten into online fights abt it but ye I'll prob jus block or sum in the end

🥩-I am a vampire.((it's has nothing to do with this section I just thought that was worth saying)).

WHAT I THINK MY PAGE SOUNDS LIKE//MAINLY THIS POST BUT YE

[paunchbunny]

i wanna ask for advice, and i apologize if it sounds weird or stupid. im in the northeast and i recently transferred to a state school after doing community for a bit. it's a big school with a lot of people from all over, which was really exciting at first because i thought i'd easily find people with similar interests, and also to really get in the dating game. However, it's been hard to find people are into nerdy shit like me, which has also made it to hard to find girls because i like nerdy girls. but the hardest part, and this is where i apologize again for sounding weird or stupid, is that... i haven't really seen any fat girls here. i've seen a couple but only in passing and never again. i attribute this to my school being a party school so people who aren't really into that or are generally shy just chill in their dorms, but it really sucks because i like being social just not in the frat way, and there's really no nerd clubs or anything outside of esports. i'm just kind of disheartened because i find myself not being attracted to 98% of the girls i see here, either physically or emotionally, and the ones i do like may not be leaving their dorms because of the environment here. so ig my question where would i look for nerdy fat girls in a place like this? (again so sorry for showing how much of a dumb kid i am). i know "fat woman" isn't some universal demographic where i can go to an exact place and always find them, but what else should i do? should i look into dating apps? are there any other types of clubs or things i should look into? i also just want to note that i love feedism and fat-related kinks, but at the end of the day I just like big girls so being into those kinks isn't something that's a must in a partner.

also with that being said, and ik i made it seem completely dry here, there is one girl i've seen relatively consistently on the way to classes and in the dining halls who is really really pretty and seems like we'd have similar interests, but idk how to introduce myself. we've only walked by each other and never talked so i have nothing to work with. would it be appropriate to stop her on the way to class or walk up to her at the dining hall and say sum like "hey i've seen you a couple of times on campus and thought you were pretty" and continue from there? i just don't want to look like a weirdo trying to talk to her or make her uncomfortable.

i hope all of this makes sense despite being all over the place. if you do happen to read this i want to preemptively say thank you for taking time out of your day to read this silly shit. I'm going to be transferring out of here for next semester due to reasons outside of socializing, so maybe things will be better at my next school but i would still like to make the most out of my time and make some sort of connections. especially because i've never been in a relationship before and really want to start putting myself out there. thanks again and have a good rest of your day!

ok so I see two main questions here hopefully I give a good answer.

1)I think the idea of seeking a partner based off appearance is fruitless. Ik that sounds harsh, but from my experience, i've found I've been the happiest in relationships that I kinda find myself falling into and build with the other person. I think actively seeking someone who fits your physical preferences will leave u feeling really self conscious, it'll invite negative opportunities to go "why do they not like me am I not enough" and that shit is defeating and soul crushing. If I were you, I would prioritize school and maybe dabble in something like a dating app with no real stock in the game.

if u want to meet more nerdy ppl tho, try a local game store with game nights or maybe a local convention. both my partner and I have had success meeting other like minded ppl at places like that :3

2) In terms of the girl ur eye-ing, if she has similar interests as u, maybe point out merch if she has any. Be like "wOAH I love your Pikachu keychain, is that your favorite pokemon?" I wouldn't force anything beyond that if she doesn't seem interested in conversation. even if she has short answers and is preoccupied with getting to class, she's still gonna have that memory of "that guy who was chill and complimented my Pikachu keychain" which is inherently a plus

dont feel obligated to follow this advice, for all I know it could be the worst advice ever. Either way I'm rooting for u anon!

[david-box]

Kill list liveblog I wrote in my notes app time!!

His sunglasses are off kilter and he looks so wrong the way his suit is buttoned up, likes it too big for him. I don't think he feels as on top of the world as he theoretically is. Right back to ep.1. Good music. Good shit with them all stopping in place but bad choice Ken lol. Shall we maybe not do the bad version lol. He hasn't been there for a while goddamn. Ahahhaha Kendall thought Roman was kidding about Shiv yesterday apparently lol. I think he's ahead of you Ken.

Mattson wants a party. B roll list lol. Interesting how Kendall thinks about this - how does it look if we say no. Also I just noticed the Shiv is the only one really wearing clothes that fit in the intro. I wonder why she wasn't on the email list minus the obvious. I just realized we have a merger just like season ... 1... I should remember which season lol. Greg and Tom back in their OG type clothes too except ~~fancier~~ also weird lowbrow joke from Tom this season. Greg. Are you going. Tom is having fun telling Greg something so he'll embarrass himself in a moment lol wtf is a Guggenheim. Toms hair is wild. I fucking love the way Roman sits

What's with the socks. Roman is suspicious also literally do not understand what the fuck Shiv is talking about, also, Kendall, buddy, that is the worst way to cover yourself. The plane is remarkable dark. Why did Roman shut it down? Aw, how nice. We'll kill Tom for you. HES RIGHT THERE ahhhh. Incredibly meritocratic?? I don't think tech billionaires are soft Gerri.

SNAKES ON A PLANE. IM TIRES KD THESE MORHERFUCKING ANAKES ON A PLANE LOL. Roman badly hiding his anxiety. Kendall is worst. Why is Shiv calm? Wild. Hate to ask now that I paused for a second but a wtf kinda resort has long ass black turtlenecks and brown aprons like some kind of Scandinavian themed cult film/dystopian novel. I think class disparity is going to be a theme today - all the underlings are worried about their jobs en route to a Norwegian resort. These people are dressed much more casually than the Rocyos are. Roman dressed better. Nice cardigan looking thing. I love the sibling dynamic also bro it's Norway wear boots.

Up top is a MOUNTAIN. WHAT THE FUCK. Magic appearing clipboard he probably shouldn't have wrote on cus if we know Ken we know he can't read a room to save his life. "I just had to cancel out a room full of working class whites in Cleveland." Connor can't throw his weight around as the SON??? Why did he put two on bugos plate. Who even is this guy. I wonder if they were supposed to weight for their hosts. Katarina's counterpoint is off put. "Tom of Siobhan" lol yes. Love that. "I'm not really a part of this whole situation" bro wrong move. They are so offput quit talking businesses lolll. Nearly got a bronze. What the fuck. What the fuck. Hugo. Buddy. Hugo. Hugo. Hugo.

Where's Mattson's fun little accent? Aw. And he's a conservative <3 good for him. Shiv probably the best prepped for this one next to Roman. Shiv is right that was a bluff, he's scared lol. They feel very short. No sorrys for Lukas :-( lol. Both of y'all need to lean back. This is gorgeous. Anajhahhahahaha lolllll. 187 is fucking good Kendall... You Guys Don't Need ATN. Mattson is remarkably fucking nervous huh. Why do they want ATN? They can't be honest :-( ouch. It would be REALLY good for them to just chill with him. 187 is good. I don't think they realize hey hold on there's a spy lol. Anyhow I don't think they realize how not selling ATN will affect you know those other people that exist. Shiv is reasonable. Fuck Dad dude. Either you carve it out based on Dad keeping ATN OR you say it's impossible to know so you can't ingore it either Kendall, you dumb motherfucker. Y'all are talking shit right in front of the cook. Where are you getting this info Greg??? I think Greg is lying. I don't think Greg wants to be a pawn sacrifice dude. Dude, just relax. He is so tall. The Quad. Tom could say hi before sitting down. That is such a wild ass response Tom what the fuck. Bruh. Bro. Kendall has zero chill and Mattsons like eyo. Your ball motherfucker. Lol.

I'm looking up the roast real quick but I find it interesting Mattson knows Greg is out of place by sight meaning he has the whole group memorized. Inbred Hapsburg giant is funny. I wonder if Tom knows Swedish. If y'all just said "were sentimental" this would fix it so easy. The graph *is* horrible. Trusted brand lol. Kendall is delusional. At or no deal. Roman looking at Kendall when he says he'd hate to make it not work also FUck Yes a sauna hell yeahhhhh. Karl and Frank not even giving a shit.

Forgot her name already but interesting character . Also Interestinf he goes for Shiv. I thinkkkk heesas gonnnnnnaaa tallllkkk to his ppl I mean. Roman. Take the money and run. Kendall. What the fuck is wrong with you. Other people have their skin in the gun. You're not good at running the ship. Good. Destroy it. Background character. Dude. Uggggghh why. Kendall is looking for dopamine on a giant wonderful Norwegian mountain. Roman :-(. I can see how the family dynamic worked.

Is Mattson tryna fuck Shiv? Bro. What are you smoking. I don't think Mattson is mentally stable. I think he would take an honest conversation over sex any day of the week. 500 frozen blood? Bruh that's a whole blood unit. How is that funny???? That is just harassment. Bruh. That's a clusterfuck. Shiv being honest!!! Wow. Shiv is good at this. Stop sending people your blood. Good time. You guys talk loud as hell. Greg is the world's most gullible person. Three hour what?? I think she wants the deal. Oh my god he's making them watch the movie?? Kendall is a shit liar. Shiv isn't using Emma as bait. What the fuck is happening here domestic abuse 360 degree film what the fuck BADNACLE MEAT ahahaha. Why are they negging eachother. Why'd it work on Tom. "He's boring, but he's very conventionally attractive". Lol

Mattson is not gullible. I hope. More value and also this sucks don't buy it <3. You're dad was a prick Roman. Yep. Go around Mattson. He's just pissing. Good point that he needed it fast like WHY does he need it fast. That was brave as shit when Mattsons got his dick out on top of a mountain. What a wild move of bravery from Roman at the worst time in the world. Now you don't get to buy PM. I think he is going around them? Nope. Rip. Revised offer. 192? Jesus. Fuck. 192. That's like 48 billion. Now we sell right. Please. Like quit edging me here right. They literally don't even need the money. Kendall is reconsidering. Does Tom own stock. I'll fire Cyd for you <3 yesss TomShiv forever failwives for life. Karl's like hell yeah I get to leave. Shiv can fucking dance lol