#that also could be wrong because im not at that part but whatever. like rock or moash are Characters. they could be gay.

[revelboo]

so what im getting from that sparked up post is that theres a possibility that starscream, reader, and soundwave are gonna be playing some weird, sexy hot potato with the baby. im only half joking on that buT DAMN YOU LEAD UP TO THAT SO SMOOTHLY???? LIKE I WAS READING THE POST AND JUST GOING LIKE "ok, yeah, that happened, and then That happened and then-" and just. goddamn. ALSO TF1 BEE AND THAT LAST BIT FROM THE LAST CHAPTER YOU DID FOR HIM DIDNT HAVE TO HIT THAT HARD, GOD??? GOD. im breaking the laws of reality to hold him, i know readers not there yet but i am and im having a mental standoff with him on whos knocking who up first

So far, Star is the only one fully bonded at this point. Sounders has a partial bond. I like the idea that spark bonds are pretty much nonexistent by this point in the timeline because it’s too risky to tie yourself so completely to someone during a war. Star and TFP Megs didn’t realize they could bond to a human. Sounders had seen it was possible and decided it was worth the risk, but most of the Cybertronians have no clue at this point. I’d think that spark bonds would have started becoming almost a taboo even before the war- the senate painting the bonds as blasphemous when really they just didn’t want the lower classes bonding. If one parter dies in an accident, you end up losing two workers and hurting production.

😂 Y’all making me think and actually world build my Transformers smut instead of just BSing it.

Also: sorry about the Bee! I needed to lay some groundwork for why he is the way he is and that he’s not actually okay at all for what’s eventually coming. Because he’s not getting abandoned ever again, no matter what he has to do to ensure it.

18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

The Coma Kid Pt 5

TFO B 127 x Reader

• “Are you warm enough? I could hold you, I’m warm.” Offering his hands to you, he tries not to wilt when you immediately lean away, that smile of yours so brittle. “Okay, yeah. No holding.” Hands folding into his lap where he’s sitting on his berth watching you stare up at him with no small amount of suspicion from your blanket nest, he fidgets. That pull, that urge to touch you chiming through him. Almost painful to ignore. You have to be able to feel it, too. Which means you’re uncomfortable. Rocking forward, he scoops up you and your nest despite your startled gasp and deposits you into his lap. “I just need this. Sorry.” Hooking a servo around your middle, the tension eases, but that insatiable need to touch you just grows hotter.

• Teeth gritted against that hollow need twisting through you ats his servo slides against your stomach and under your shirt. And that ache shifts infuriatingly, becoming lust on steroids. Completely unfair and unwanted. Because at this point you’re so frustrated, you’re not sure if you’d go through with your escape plan if he leaves you alone for a minute or if you’d give yourself a helping hand instead. What is wrong with you? Actually, what did he do to you? Because whatever this is, it’s absolutely some weird alien BS. “Okay, no,” you gasp as that servo slides up further and you squirm out of his grip, pitching backwards and he grabs for you. Back hitting the berth as he falls forward and you close your eyes expecting to get crushed. Not to have the air driven out of you and to somehow not die.

• Mass displaced, he freezes as your eyes open and just stare at him. Your lips parting when he doesn’t move from where he’s sprawled on top of you, snared by those eyes. “Sorry,” he whispers, but he can’t bring himself to move. Shifting slightly against you, settling his hips into the cradle of yours just to feel how you fit together. Like you’re made just for him. For the first time that he can remember, he’s lost his words. Speechless and shaken. Wonders what your mouth would feel like against his. If you’d let him kiss you. Finding your hand, he interlaces his servos with your fingers and pins it by your head. Wanting, but unsure if he’s allowed.

• Swallowing as his mouth opens and closes and he’s silent, that hungry need lifts through you. Whispering deviant things. Like that you could ease that ache with him and then escape. It couldn’t hurt anything. Those servos of his would feel better than your own fingers. Breath catching as he lowers his head like he’s going to kiss you, you turn your head away and his mouth brushes your cheek and jaw. Over to your neck as his hips rock against yours. “Stop that or-”

• “Or?” He whispers against your soft skin. You’re not struggling, not pushing or shoving at him. Mouth sealing against your throat and sucking until you arch into him, like you want him to mark that soft skin as his. “Just let me take care of you. Be such a good mate.” Sitting up when you shiver but don’t protest, he runs his servos against you, trying to figure out the layers of your coverings before just tugging the lower half down your legs. “It’s okay.” Afraid you’ll stop him at any moment, he stretches out between your thighs and nuzzles against you. “Let me have this. Just a taste, okay?”

• Breath catching when he vents against your bare skin, there’s a shiver of alarm. That you’re playing with fire knowing you’re about to get burned. Knowing you should stop him, kick him in the face if need be, but when that glossa slides against you, you make a ragged sound of need instead. Big hands sliding under your butt and squeezing as his glossa tunnels inside you, your hips lift, buck. His bright optics stare up your body as he laps at you and you let your head fall back unable to deal with the intimacy of him watching you while his mouth is on you. Biting down on the pad of your thumb when his mouth slides against you, sucking, nipping, and licking until your release rushes unexpectedly through you and you cry out feeling his glossa drive inside you again. And that hollow need grows instead of diminishing.

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[our-queer-experience]

I’m curious if anyone else has any experience with, like, trying out various identities and then having to walk that back in a sense and try and explain to people that you don’t really feel like that represents you anymore.

I consider myself to be both non-binary and a cis woman (I could try and explain for months but basically dont really enjoy being perceived as a woman but I don’t consider myself trans either). In the past my close friends all knew me as transmasculine and accordingly use pretty masculine terms to refer to me. Now that I’m realizing I don’t really vibe with that identity, I’m also uncomfortable with how a lot of my friends refer to me; it’s less that they use masculine terms and more so that I know they’re doing it because of how they perceive my gender, which as I’ve said has changed. I don’t really like being referred to in gendered ways often anyway and never have, and I feel like most of my queer friends tend to treat me as really masculine both because that’s genuinely what they think I want and also because it’s a pushback to the fact that everyone else treats me as a woman, which I have complicated feelings about.

I’m very. Upset about the idea of trying to explain this to people I know irl. I don’t want them to think of me as someone who just had a “phase.”

I also chose a name several years ago when I realized I was nonbinary, which my close friends all use for me but others don’t, and relatively recently I’ve started feeling somewhat uncomfortable with my friends using the name I chose, which is a really confusing feeling. I still like the name and I don’t know why it’s been bothering me all of a sudden and I really don’t want to tell people to stop using it when I’m the one that picked it in the first place. I can’t even tell if it’s something about this name or if it’s any acknowledgement that I have a gender identity; it makes me sort of uncomfortable to be addressed by name regardless of which name someone uses, and I go back and forth on pronouns constantly.

I guess I’m just. Feeling stupid maybe. And like coming out was a mistake. And I’m wondering if anyone else has a suggestion on how to start working this out with people I’m close to.

first you gotta stop thinking about the things that were very true to you in the past as a mistake. it was true at the time! and now its not. there’s no shame in that. its up to you, but id say generally it doesnt help to focus on the things you think you did wrong.

second of all, there’s no shame in any form of detransition(whether you consider it that or not, im using it for the function of the word). its ok to think you’re one thing and later realize youre not. things can change, maybe you misinterpreted your feelings, whatever. you deserve support from your friends and family, and there’s nothing wrong with asking for patience.

id say pick one person you always felt you could be open and honest with, and talk to them about how you personally are feeling. make sure you have a rock. then, once you decide, its just like transitioning again: announcing new names or pronouns, maybe trying out new clothes if that’s a part of it for you, and be patient with yourself

[0verthemo0n]

Incorrect qoutes of overwatch Future Au

Basically, I got bored making Future au, so here's some dumb qoutes

It will have Defender!reader,damage!reader, and healer!Reader and also my OCs

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Ramattra : Mondattra, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Mondattra: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Ramattra : Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Damage!Reader.

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Hanzo : You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Defender!reader: That's why I carry two swords.

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Ramattra : Damage!reader was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Damage!reader : Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Ramattra : Damage!reader You ate a chair.

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Defender!reader : Welcome, fellow idiots

Zenyatta : Hello, defender!reader

Defender!reader : No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Zenyatta : You underestimate me

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Healer!reader : What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Mondattra : Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Healer!reader : Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

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Pharah: God, give me patience.

Mondattra : I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Pharah: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

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Damage!reader, struggling to keep upright in their 1-inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Ramattra , pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6-inch heels: WEAK.

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Ramattra : In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Mondattra : *turning to Healer!reader * How tall are you?

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Ramattra : While I’m gone, Mondattra , you’re in charge.

Mondattra : Yes!!!

Ramattra , whispering: Healer!reader , you’re secretly in charge.

Healer!reader : Obviously.

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Store Worker: Would a Mx. Ramattra, please come to the front desk?

Ramattra , arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Mondattra and Mirabella*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Mondattra and Mirabella, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Ramattra : I didn’t even bring you guys here with me

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Ramattra : What do you think Mondattra will do for a distraction?

Mirabella : They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Mirabella : ... or they could do that.

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Ramattra : I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is because you’re not going to like it

Mondattra : Just rip the bandage off.

Ramattra : It’s Damage!reader.

Mondattra : Put the bandage back on.

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Ramattra : This is such a bad idea.

Damage!reader : Then why are you coming along?

Ramattra : One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Zenyatta : You have to apologize to Pharah

Defender!reader : Fine.

Defender!reader : 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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*Zenyatta 's helping Genji out after they get injured, while the others are watching*

Hanzo: How does Genji look?

Kiriko : A little better than you, actually.

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Healer!reader: Master Zenyatta , I'm sad.

Zenyatta : *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Mondattra: Dad, im sad.

Ramattra, nodding: mood.

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Zenyatta , Ramattra , and Mondattra are sitting on a bench

Defender!reader : Why do you guys look so sad?

Zenyatta : Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*Defender!reader sits down*

Ramattra : The bench is freshly painted.

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Mondattra : Am I in trouble?

Mondatta : Take a guess.

Mondattra : No?

Mondatta : Take another guess.

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Zenyatta : Ramattra and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Mondatta : *Sighing* What did Ramattra do?

Zenyatta : They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Ramattra : Who wants a steering wheel

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There... done. Maybe I'll do a part two. Don't ask how Mondatta is still alive

[st6rly]

gods no longer.

SYNOPSIS: love, as in the feeling, is fate. love, as in the choice, is conscious (or in other words, 4 times where zhongli gets close enough to the truth of the matter and the 1 time he does) | word count: 1.8k

characters: god!office worker!zhongli x deity!barista!gn!reader

categories: apocalypse au, modern au, angst, hurt / comfort, fluff, 4+1 fic

warnings: mentions of typical apocalypse stuff ( blood, injury, death, etc.), mentions of food & drinks, ooc zhongli sorry TwT

notes: i went a little too silly and related falling in love to the cycle and formation of a rock. ok the au sounds confusing but i promise it makes sense- also i ended up using parallels as a writing device way too much in this my bad :’D

surprise surprise @lychniis / @ainescribe !! im your astro twerk secret santa :DD im sorry if this fic is messy in structure and probably doesn’t make sense in the long run but i hope you enjoy some parts of it at least TwT happy holidays !!

I. WEATHERING & EROSION.

The world was crumbling to its knees and yet, all Zhongli could think about was how his morning tea was bitter. 

Gravel crunched under his foot, topsoil turned over to reveal the small bits of life that had yet to fall through the cracks. The pavement had split, rumbles having left long and jagged fractures in the ground and buildings tilted. Sun bore down on skin battered with small cuts and contusions, a layer of dirt covering both his forearms and the formerly white dress shirt he wore. His shoes scuffed along the deserted road, steps deliberately languid. He screamed, thrashed around in his mind, prayed that others had survived. In the back corners of his mind, he hoped none did. 

Selfish; maybe that’s all he’d ever be to the people. Gold ran down his arm, trickled from the punctures left from stone and debris. The ichor in his veins served as a shackle of what he could not have and Zhongli stared down at it in disdain, fist clenched. For the better, he assured, pulled free a steel pipe from the framing of a store, and continued on. Gods couldn’t die by a knife to the throat. They could if forgotten. 

Zhongli knew he tore a seam in the dress shirt he wore when range of motion wasn’t such a struggle, able to lunge himself up over fallen street lamps and what once used to be apartments with ease. There was no destination and he was sure that if he had one, it wouldn’t be standing. 

He walked because if he didn’t, then nobody else would. Zhongli does not die easily; not in this way at least.

II. TRANSPORTATION.

The world was at an end; you wished it had come sooner or not at all. 

You pulled yourself from beneath the rumble and broken frames of the shop you had so dearly loved, clawed a hand through sharp edges and chipped paint, to come face to face with the remains of flattened machines and shattered glass panes. The first thing you noticed was the front entrance that withstood the initial fracture. The next was the blood and dusty limbs that laid on the floor. 

The grief was worn like sticky sunscreen on a beach day, a protective and mocking cover over your skin as you ran, scuffed sneakers thundering along ridges and bumps in the uneven lane. In hindsight, it was stupid of you to exert so much force when there wasn’t a place you could run to; you just needed out, to scrub the dirt and grime and blots of red and gold until the only thing that was leftover was whatever shred of dignity you still kept. Flee and leave it all behind, there was nothing for you anyways.

Until him.

“It’s you,” the man stated, finger poised accusingly, “you gave me the wrong order of tea.” 

You blinked back owlishly, lost for words as he pointed at you with a scowl. Hesitation in your actions, you slowly lowered the plank of wood with one nail stuck through it in your hands and squinted your eyes. The sleeves of his shirt were ripped and rolled to his biceps, hair tied back loosely, and posture high on alert as he clutched onto a metal rod with a death grip. 

“And you are…” you trailed off, voice cracked and lips dried as your throat protested the strain of letting the words out. It had been months since the dirt beneath your feet started to split; weeks since you’d seen another share the means of language. 

“An unsatisfied customer.” The reply was blunt and left no room for argument. It was not a final answer. 

If he hadn’t just been locked in a stare down with you mere minutes ago or held himself in such a manner, you would’ve snorted and laughed it off. 

“Listen, I really don’t think now is a good time to be talking about tea.” you groaned, a heavy sigh falling from your lips. “It’s not like I can fix it either.” 

The stranger responded with silence. His eyes darted quickly over your figure and you shifted your weight from foot to foot.  

“Travel with me.” 

You blinked once, twice, stared at him until your eyes burned and forced you to close them again. Words died out on the tip of your tongue, the embers and syllables smothered out in the muddled mess of your own thoughts.

“What?” you croaked out. He looked back as if it were common sense. 

“You’re one of them.” It was only after those words that you realized he had fixed his gaze to your arm. A shaky breath left your lips, the sting of the cut underneath a flimsy wrapping of torn cloth grounding. You could feel it now, the way the liquid gleamed when caught under the light, its brilliance shown as it started to trickle down your skin again. 

One of them. 

“There’s nothing left here,” he muttered, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Your jaw went tight and nails dug into the soft flesh of your palms. 

“You think I don’t know that?” The words were bitter as they left your throat. “Do you think I’m that detached?” 

He ignored you. 

“Come with me,” he took a step closer and held out a hand. “You won’t be forgotten.” 

It was neither warm or inviting, but enticing nonetheless. He knows, you calmed yourself, he knows he can’t kill me. 

“If not for that, then for the company?” 

Blindly, stupidly, you took it.

III. DEPOSITION.

Tin cans rattled softly, the noise muffled by the worn fabric of what you called a backpack, as you rummaged through food and water supplies. The box you pulled out was supposed to be white, the plastic smooth and red cross marked in the centre bright and bold. Somewhere underneath the dirt, it still was. 

He’s all too familiar with the furrow of a brow and the soft brush of fingers against his shoulder. He suppressed a shiver when your breath tickled his neck, held in a sigh when you blew gently on the cut after cleaning. With careful movements, you wound the bandage around his arm, the occasional ghost of your skin against his startling. Zhongli found it wasn’t unwelcome. 

It was you who broke the silence. 

“You aren’t who you say you are,” you stated, words hushed and still rough around the edges. He locked eyes with yours, searched them only to come up empty; not a single bit of malice or spite was present in the look you gave him. That was either a good thing, or an equally bad one. The ground was stained with tinges of gold, bits that clumped up dirt, left shimmer in its wake. The small pads of cotton used to wipe the bleeding were stained vibrant yellow. 

He barked out a laugh; the sound was foreign to his ears. 

“You’re one of them. One like me,” you whispered when his voice died down. 

“And we’re different in every way,” he said, hand clutched to his ribcage at the cramp that began to form. “Why do you insist on fighting so hard?” 

“What?” 

“We’ve lost what makes us like this. Why do you continue to try?” 

“We were, I was, never a proper god to start with,” you spoke carefully, considerate. “It was never up to me what went on.” 

“In the blink of an eye,” Zhongli matched your tone, “you could wish this all better.” 

“Just as you could make it all the worse.” You hummed and leaned your head back, eyes averted away from him. “I guess I just found something worth trying for.”

Zhongli’s heart pounded.

IV. METAMORPHISM.

“Grab my hand!” 

The Earth groaned and rumbled, opened its mouth, swallowed up buildings and wires without much thought. You braced yourself against the broken chain fence, glancing up at where Zhongli stood up on the roof opposite from you, having made it before the cracks had begun again and the distance grew. 

Grave desperation set his nerves alight, every fibre alert, and arm reached out to where the joint could’ve pulled loose had he gone farther. His face pulled into a cruel grimace as the concrete ledge of the other building dug into his stomach below the ribs and something in him burned, shouted and throbbed beneath layers of flesh and bones, in an intelligible mess of tightness and ache. 

“Please, Y/n!” he shouted. Begged. He’d bare his throat to you in a heartbeat if it meant you believed in this, believed in him.  

You jumped. His heart dropped to his stomach, legs weak, when your hand grasped his wrist and met his eyes. Feet dug into the cracks of the barrier, he pulled you to him, the quiet gasp of relief he let out once you touched down on solid ground lost to the wind. 

God can’t die. Gods cannot die, he repeated to himself, a mantra of painful reassurance. Zhongli’s hands melded with the fabric of your shirt, cloth twisted in a similar way that could only mock the feeling in his chest. 

You tugged on his hand, laced your fingers slowly with his before the rumbles started again. Down the both of ran, across unsteady roofs and rusted fire escapes, until the sky turned dark and the shakes stopped, 

Adrenaline, nerves, the worry he’d lose you again, whatever it was, he fell for it. It was winter when he first kissed you under the moonless sky; it felt more like early spring with the warmth that still laid heavy in the air and the dry crust of dirt that coated everything. 

“You should have just let me,” you had mumbled against his lips the same night. 

“I made a promise and I intend to keep it,” he replied back, the words sitting just right as he spoke. “I wish it were more. You deserve more.”

“This,” you hummed, a hand cupping his cheek, “is more than enough.”

V. ROCK MELTING.

It was summer when the ground beneath his feet first began to give out and the streets ran rampant with silence; it’s summer again when he found a new life with you.  

This was all laughable, really. Hands intertwined, the sun that peaked over the horizon and set alight to the dust in the air, the domestic nature, it all was a joke. You’d, turned and brushed stray hairs from his face with light touch and features set into a grim, yet foolishly hopeful, face. 

He gazed at you like you could craft the universe anew, match his destruction blow for blow and reverse everything. In some sense, you could. Not this one though. 

“You could find them again, you know,” you mumbled, not so he couldn’t hear but it felt right. “What would you do if you did?”

Zhongli paused, licked his lips as he stared out into the open expanse of the wasteland. 

“My love is a choice,” he smiled as he spoke, a delicate thing, “and that choice is you.” 

“Took you long enough,” you chuckled with a soft nudge to his shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Zhongli released a long sigh, squeezed your hand and traced an outline around the joints of your thumb, before letting out a small ghost of a chuckle when you squeezed back. How low he had fallen, mad at something as simple as the grime that separated the true touch of your palm in his. “It did.” 

[ssiouxxiemp3]

Hi! Can you do a Fluff Story with my Oc, Zoe? Im thinking of one where Zoe and Roark were in the Underground (They’re having one of those Underground Exploring Dates-), When Zoe ends up finding a Skull fossil And restores it, adding it to her team?

(Also her team is Mostly her Luxray, Nyx, Her Aggron, Polaris, Her Flygon, Quicksand and Her Bastiodon, Don-)

OFC I CAN!! Your OC's team sounds so cool!

BTW I didn't know if Roark of your OC Zoe or together, so I'm just putting best friend/ love of his/her life just in case!! (But I'm assuming their together because you out the word date)

Writing below!!

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Zoe and Roark had been together for a while, and in that while, Zoe had taken notice to her best friends/boyfriends, Roarks, love for rocks, fossils, or anything related to the underground It wasn't hard to miss that Roark was a fan of anything related to rocks. So, Zoe had thought about what she could do with this information and eventually decided to ask Roark to take her to the oreburgh mines, to have something similar to a date. Roark agreed, of course. How could he not? Going on a date in the mines where he works with his best friend/love of his life? It's almost impossible for him to say no.

Currently, Zoe and Roark are in the mines together, with their helmets on and the light of the helmet shining down upon the dusty stones and their pickaxes in hand, crashing the sharp metal of it against the rock, making clanking sounds that echo throughout what seems never ending tunnels. But Zoe didn't need to worry about getting lost because Roark knew his around these tunnels.

Roark had already finished mining, so he had told Zoe that he was going to mine in a different section, not to far away from where Zoe was mining, in the hopes of finding fossils or stones. Either way, he'll be happy. Zoe agreed, before she continued mining.

"I can't lie. This is hard work. Makes me wonder how Roark does it all."

Zoe thinks to herself as she continues to mine before letting out a tired breath and leaning back against the dusty wall of the tunnel behind her, her hand on her forehead. She had closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to relax before she got back to mining away. But before she could close her eyes completely, something had a sparkle underneath the light of her helmet that had caught her attention. She glanced over at where that light was shining and saw something underneath the dirt that she was just mining at. She slowly lifted herself from off the wall and stood in front of it, her pickaxe in hand before hitting at it, the sounds of metal hitting something stone like, trying to recover whatever was beneath the dust.

After minutes of attacking the stone like thing, enough of the dirt had come off to recover it and pull whatever was in there and out. She reached her gloved hand out and tugged at stone, pulling it out of the well dug hole she made. She examined it, turning it left in and right, up and done, before a certain part of it had caught her attention. This wasn't a stone. This was fossil!

"No way! My first skull fossil!"

Zoe cheered as she quickly sat up, carefully holding the fossil in her hand, slightly worried about dropping it before looking around in the hopes of finding Roark. She rested her pickaxe on the ground before speed walking down the tunnel, eventually seeing the light of Roarks helmet illuminate the area it was hovering over.

"Roark! Roark!"

Zoe calls out to him, catching his attention as he pauses what he had been doing before turning to face her, one of his eyebrows arched in curiosity.

"What's wrong?"

He asks, tilting his head to the side subtly as Zoe holds out the skull fossil to him, catching him by surprise before he smiles.

"You got yourself a skull fossil, huh? Good find!"

He tells her as she nods before smiling widely

"This means I can restore it and get a cranidos of my own!"

Zoe says as she looks down at the skull fossil in her hands, admiring its dusty and fragile features before Roark replies.

"Good idea. After we get out of here, I can take you over to the lab to get it restored, yeah?"

He asks as Zoe nods before he goes back to mining as Zoe watches, counting down the seconds of how much longer she has rill she can get a Cranidos of her own. Eventually, time passes by, and Roark finishes up, and so does Zoe. They pick up their equipment and dust themselves off lightly before heading out of the dimly lit tunnels and make their way to the science lab bear by to get Zoe's find restored.

After a few minutes of walking beside each other and talking about the skull fossil and it's history, they arrive at the lab before stepping in. After talking with a scientist(s) about Zoe's find, they agreed to restore it and make it come back to life and its original state, a Cranidos.

After what feels like hours, which probably was hours passed by of waiting and talking, making the restoration of Zoe's soon to be Cranidos finished. The scientists that were in charge of the restoration had taken Cranidos out caught it in a pokéball, just in case it what try and cause harm in a way or another before making their way to Zoe and hanging her the pokéball containing the restored fossil.

Zoe looked down at the pokéball, excited about the Ceanidos she now has before she looks at the scientists.

"Thanks again for your help!"

She thanks before turning and facing Roark, with the pokéball in hand with a big smile on her face.

"I can't believe it! I now have a Cranidos of my own!"

She tells him, barely able to keep still where she's standing as Roark stands there and chuckles lightly, glsd that his best friend/lover his proud of what they had found.

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IM SOSO SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MATCH YOUR OC!! 😭 And sorry if it isn't the best, I haven't written in a while. So, there are more than likely spelling mistakes or errors. Other than that, I enjoyed this!

[brisquad-unit-4402]

okay lots of post-minotaur thoughts. i really should’ve liveblogged but Whatever, these are very disorganized because i’m hopping in-between different parts of the movie as well as the 3d celebration zatsu

i think a lot of folks have picked this up: this is the vtuber bo burnham inside

the entire time i watched this i was like “man how come i can’t have an expansive mind palace to roam within”

bc uhhh. idk if this is the same for you or anyone else out there. but when i think about myself doing something it’s in first person, never actually my imagination conjuring up a Unit 4402 doing the something

and that sidetracked me so hard during how to get away with murder bc MAN i wish whenever i had mental breakdowns over my character i could imagine myself as a quirked up unit 4402 with a little bit of swag busting it down sexual style while i have 4 clones of myself goated with the sauce

i’ve never seen the joker but i’m pretty sure the how to get away with murder dance is vtuber joker dance

it is so awkward watching the post 3d zatsu rn and seeing people in chat miss the point

especially bc i think the thing that most got to me and affected me was the classroom scene. such a relatable foundation, especially for people like us, the nightmare of Being Wrong in front of everyone else and an authority who are in the loop and you’re the only one out

like. that’s actually insidious. incredibly effective way to deliver the ugly parts of the job: who doesn’t want to know everything about what they love even if parasocial. i’m sure we can all recognize the boundaries of how to interact with streamers and i do hope if you’re on my blog it’s with respect to the streamers, but the intrusiveness, lack of privacy, goddamn. the conditioning of vox sitting at the desk as soon as he can

i really do think the horse is the most british thing i’ve ever seen

i… am trying very hard not to be pretentious about the horse, and i am trying very hard not to be praising a vtuber because the initial reaction is to praise them innately, but i really do think that is peak surrealism and i could make a full post on this scene alone. like, on a metatextual level. times new roman 12pt double spaced d-o-n-t t-e-s-t m-e

ok update i’ve been informed about the peter the horse is here meme. i stand by my words

i’m going to be real i’m replaying the first scene a lot just because i… really cannot understand this without subtitles

i know we’re all laughing along with every cowboy luca line but we need to recognize the understated champion: shu “naw”

WAIT IM SKIPPING THROUGH SOME SCENES TO CATCH THINGS IVE MISSED. THE FUCK YOU MEAN THE TAKEOUT BOX IN HIS FRIDGE IS CHICKEN DICKNOCKERS

also oooooh. i get it now. “sometimes i wonder what it would be like if i didn’t care all that much” is a driving line for the film. everything that unfolds is a consequence OF caring too much and just enough. the fact that the bed’s been made and he has to lie in it. by the end this line doesn’t matter because he’s learned to accept his nature. and if you wanted to get paradoxical he’s learned to not care about that line

i wish i understood the words in lyrics the first time i hear them. someone give me a transcript, i’ll be unstoppable then

the second i saw the text for Inside A Demon’s Soul (Whenever Vox Akuma Devours A Human Soul, This Is Where They Go) i paused. sat there. and laughed so hard because that is maybe the easiest meme format i’ve ever seen in the the same way as everything everywhere all at once rock scene. put a white shape over the text, write down the time stamp. now you have a banger man standing that follows the standard top text bottom text base formula

when he stood up in the forest at the beginning of the labyrinth i really did see a minecraft Vox_Akuma joined the game banner in my mind’s eye

vox please drop the ost as soon as possible i need he who waits eternity and how to get away with motherfucking murder in my playlists asap

also how to get away with murder reminds me a little introvert by little simz. hard to describe, i think it’s because they both sound so spacious and be these long, introspective songs that never really Feel like they’re dragging on because of all the beat changes and stuff, you know? vox’s rap isn’t helping

i cannot end this post without talking about

THE INDOMITABLE FULGUR OVID BABYYYYYY

the way i furrowed my brow the SECOND i saw that hand

the way i yelled the second i saw his face

hehe. despite everything i am dearly a comfydant. i can’t think of anyone better than fuuchan for the beach scene, i’m so grateful he’s here

i mentioned “sometimes i wonder what it would be like if i didn’t care care all that much.” i now raise you “of course it matters, it matters to you… brother the only thing that would make you a bad person is letting that stop you from doing any good things”

and of course the hug

idk what to say about the hug. it’s very needed. and from fuu of all people who understands integrating lore and streaming, understands the divide, pretended to beef with vox only to become one of his close friends, i really can’t imagine it with anyone else

do you guys think box tenshi is Apathy. i think i’ll need to sit on it for a bit but i’m seeing some threads about how tenshi is what happens when that takes over and vox chooses not to care about the people he’s hurt for his own comfort. after all his character is entirely on balancing the little delights and missteps of humanity, and the nature of a predator demon. i’m sure i could elaborate later on

should i, like, be critical…? because i do have things that i’m critical about, but this was a very delightful watch and it’s changed me fundamentally

i like vtubers because of the balance between fantasy and real and this movie very much does cater from that. all media requires the suspension of disbelief but with the way minotaur is delivered it kind of toys with Suspension of Disbelief as in-verse environment, too. fandom, anti, and collective opinion are their own characters in this movie and that just cannot be captured in a medium like fictional, scripted entertainment, you know… it’s very bo burnham inside. but the difference is that inside is everyday people would assume these expectations. as vtuber watchers we’ve full-on experienced the good and bad ourselves. i mean… how many times have you said your opinion on vox online. seems someone act weird in chat. i write fanfiction, i contribute to expectation too because i participate in fandom. that’s just the natural effect of being an internet personality, so the least we can do is be respectful of it and be critical of ourselves so we can maintain that respect to each other and the streamer

but i guess that’s preachy of me vox illustrated the point on his own wonderfully

i could do cornell notes on this movie

[sambambucky]

hello hello helloooooooooooo i would love to ask about the gta au part two (part TWOOO?!?!?! yippee! 🤸‍♂️) im only trying to get you home, aaaaaaand buckysam&scott (as always i want to know about alllllllll of them but i am showing remarkable self restraint)

hiiiieeeeeee !!! hehe your self restraint is admirable, this post is so fucking longgg sorry

oh boy whyyyy did i put 'part two' on this list. sorry to fake you out!! 'part two' is just the current part of the gta au that i'm working on. in my head the whole fic is in 3 coherent and totally correctly structured parts. hehhh what can i share that isn't 'spoilery' ... uhhh ..

Isaiah takes in the bounce in Sam’s step, pursing his lips in predictable judgement. “Do I even want to know?” “Hell of a job,” he says with a shrug. Sam’s laugh bursts from his chest, almost hysterical. His heart is still pounding in his ears, and he shakes out his hands to dispel some of the latent energy. Maybe there is something a little wrong with him. “Uhhuh,” Isaiah says as he pockets his payment. “There’s someone waiting for you in your office, by the way.” Sam slows his trot, glances towards the low building like it might give him some clue as to what’s waiting for him. He can’t help another smile, as he asks, kind of hopes, “is it trouble?” “Yeah,” Isaiah stretches the word with disappointment. “Think it’s the kind you like, though.”

for all intents and purposes i'm only trying to get you home is done! its fucking complete!! but that was the case after chapter 1, too, sooo.. whatever its my fic, i'll add another chapter to really earn that 'Steve is a Mess and a Cockblock' tag if i want!

“Oh, good,” Steve’s voice comes cheerily from the open doorway. “You’re both here.” “Yup,” Sam answers. Bucky clears his throat, but nothing he wants to say is gonna be nice. Plus, Sam somehow still thinks he’s a thoughtful guy, a decent friend, so Bucky swallows down the many, many things he could say to Steve, and instead tucks his forehead into Sam’s collarbone. It's a mistake, he smells so good, like sweat and ozone. Bucky rocks their hips together without thinking and earns a mean pinch on his ass in retaliation. “I was thinking about getting pizza,” Steve goes on, “maybe… two pizzas?” The smirk Bucky can hear in Steve’s voice makes him frown. Who taught Steve to smirk? What is he even doing here? Why didn’t they lock the door?

lol oh goddddd okay... you know buckysam&scott is a mess because 1- i first outlined it during lockdown and 2- i've hated every title i've tried so far. essentially it's just yet another slutty sam college au but this time he moves in with chaotic-with-hearts-of-gold scott and clint, goes to a frat party for a beer pong tournament that clint and natasha play in (obviously), hooks up with bucky, and spends most of the fic navigating the ensuing situationship.

The smell of bacon wakes him up later that afternoon. Bucky is gone, no text or note, no trace, and Sam’s clothes are still in a pile by the door like he fucked a ghost. Cool. Sam pulls on his favorite sweatshirt from the bottom of his closet and drags himself out to the kitchen. “What’d you get up to last night, eh?” Clint greets with a raised eyebrow.  He's barely hiding his amusement behind the comically large coffee mug Natasha bought him. He's in a shirt that's somehow too loose in the shoulders while somehow also being too short to make it past his hips. All in all he's a familiar sight. “More like who he got up to,” Scott says. Sam squints at him, and doesn't even get a response. Sam shrugs. “I don’t kiss and tell.”  Clint and Scott glance at each other, an unspoken since when? that Sam should probably be offended by. “Okay.” He amends with a yawn, “I don’t kiss and tell before I’ve had breakfast.”

TYSM FOR THE ASK ! ♥

[html-yellowhammer]

Reviewing every song on the Dinosaurs Big Songs album

I was originally just gonna talk about my favs but I have something to say about all of them apparently lol to condense it to a solid number, so I just wanted to talk about the album as a whole before I started ranking them. Disclaimer, I’m not like a music man, I don’t study music or know the fancy words, I’m just a Dinosaurs fan. Oh yeah. Spoilers for Dinosaurs if you care I guess lol.

Im a Dinosaur (I can do whatever I want) - yknow when you listen to a song and you’re like “yeah i would’ve eaten this up as a kid”. This feels less specific to Baby and more for the children that loved dinosaurs, like the actual animals, and wanted to be one. That was me. So I can rock with that. It’s a little boring and repetitive lyrically but it’s an alright opener, even if it doesn’t really match the vibe of the rest of the album super great imo.

In a Perfect World - Charlene slays. This is so Perfect Day from Legally Blonde core. It’s Charlene singing about how a perfect world for her would be if she could just go shopping all day and date infinitey amount of cute boys and honestly I respect that, love her.

I Wanna Be King - They won me over with the first lines of this song “if I was king of the world, I’d solve everything with mindless teenage enthusiasm and rock n roll”. This is basically the edgy teenage boy version of In a Perfect World sang by Robbie and Spike but I think I like this one a smidge better because I kinda just like rock music more. It’s pretty decent. I find it kinda sad how both of the teenager characters have songs like “if I was in charge, things would be like this!” Highlighting their naivety, enthusiasm for making the world a better place (when I say better place, I mean better place from the perspective of a teenage dinosaur im being lenient) and their optimism, when you pair it with how the show ended and another song later on this list.

Grandma’s Comin - it’s okay. Idk no real feelings about this one tbh. While I’m ambivalent about the song itself, I’ve actually always been a fan of Earl’s singing voice when you get to hear it in the main show and it really shines through here. I like the choice they made to give him a more bluesy song since his voice has almost a Screamin Jay Hawkins quality to it so that was a pretty smart choice to give him this song.

Stone Age Bayou - The more I think about this song, the more annoyed I get. On one hand I really love the vibe here, Monica brings almost a Jimmy Buffet vibe to the table with this, very relaxing and very fun. But the lyrics are what I’m upset with. Monica would never sing about this! I could be wrong, but I thought one of the biggest parts of Monica’s character was how they handled her divorce and how she realized she didn’t need a relationship to be happy and she actively criticizes the misogyny in the dinosaurverse in several episodes. So why is she singing about how she wishes she had a man to live with on the shore and play it all completely serious?? Rubs me wrong in the worst way. So I liked the harmonies and beat n stuff, but also I hate the Monica character assassination here. That’s her one song too, no other cameos or nothing. Idk it’s on the lower end of the tier list for me. This could be fixed if with a few lyrical tweaks, like it could be her singing about her real estate business, since she sings about how cool her fantasy home is in this a lot.

I’m the Baby (gotta love me) - no doubt the breakout of this album and the one everyone remembers the most of these. This song is also shorter than I remember it, since they took out most of the interjections from other characters on the album version. I think this is the only song here that actually appears in the show (80% sure the episode in question in Little Boy Boo at the very end) and yeah it’s pretty good, if I’m comparing it to the other Baby song on here, it’s a lot better to me than I’m a Dinosaur and captures his character a little better. One of my favs here.

Coldblooded Guy - I love Richfield more than anything but I’m not completely sold that his voice sounds super great carrying a song all by himself. Nothing super special imo it’s just him singing about comically evil things he’s done. It’s alright.

He’s a Lizard - Not a massive fan tbh, Fran’s voice is incredible but the song itself ehh. Ethyl’s interjections are pretty funny though lol. Fran and Earl’s relationship is in the same vein as Marge and Homer to me. There’s moments in there that you can tell they genuinely care for eachother. They have a lot of disagreements and rough patches and miscommunication, but they stick together. I like these relationships but these two examples and their execution in their respective shows mostly fall flat for me. The combination of how Earl’s character arc is and also how his more iffy traits are more on display in this song, just makes me sorta sad for Fran. I think it’s great that Fran loves her mediocre husband and sees him no matter what anyone says, but more than anything I just wish Earl’s growth was more obvious by the end of the series or they tries marriage counseling or something idk. But also it’s a sitcom from the 90s so whatever. It could be a bad sign that in my head I started imagining a Squilf and Bramble amv to this lol.

Poor Slobs with Terrible Jobs - my top favorite from the album! How do I start oh man. First things first, it has some great foreshadowing to how the show ends (climate change and mass extinction) as well as noting how absolutely stupid and monotonous their jobs are as tree pushers. Pretty dark melody, I almost got a little bit of a Worthless from Brave Little Toaster in this. Not a lot but a little bit, pointing at the sense of hopelessness and how Roy has a bit here where he dreams of having an actual job he can be proud of but can’t because of his lack of education. I also like how the parts of the song where Richfield interjects, it feels more like an army chant than an actual song. I love Richfield more in this kind of role. Something something about how ceos are more unabashedly evil than ever and Richfield literally causes the ice age that killed them all because of his own greed, folly, and how none of the characters had either the bravery or power to stop him. I love how Earl clearly knows that what he does is wrong even if he doesn’t have all the knowledge to why it is, and still does it because he’s worked for the company 20 years and it’s all he knows. Scream. Prime example of one of the many reasons why I love Dinosaurs, baby!

Eon after Eon - I like how literally no actual character in specific sings this, it’s just a dinosaur themed love song. Pretty good actually I like the 80s synth in this and I feel like if you put this in an actual legit love song playlist, it would fit in pretty well, with a few small changes (feeling 40 feet tall. Lol.) it’s not even like. A romantic love song, it’s just two dinosaurs uplifting eachother and they use the word friendship multiple times. I choose to believe this is a spotlight on how platonic love is just as important and beautiful as romantic love.

Be a Herbivore - Pretty damn short, it’s more skit than actual song but the song parts were pretty okay. Before listening to it I was sorta thinking that there would be a Robbie interjection in here since in the show he actually had an herbivore identity crisis (I’m a bisexual Robbie truther) but it’s just Earl being shamed by his refrigerator. It’s nothing special, just whatever.

Snoozin Time - I love you dinosaur lullaby. I love how it slowly drifts from normal lullaby with a slight prehistoric angle, to a desperate plea of “you destroyed the entire house and ate our neighbors please sleep I’m begging”. Fran sings this and again, I love her voice. I also love the choice they made of putting this song at the very end lmao, shout out to parents of the 90s that had to stick it out to their horrible kids blasting this on loop probably.

Overall a pretty fun time! Bummed out the Earl and Pearl episode came out two years after Big Songs because I would’ve lovveddd some of Pearl’s songs on here (im a country fan I can’t help it). Sorta a shame it’s not on Spotify but if you wanna check it out, it’s easy to find on YouTube, only a half hour long.

And finally, my ranking.

[forbiddentaako]

Apology Tour

Uncharacteristically long rambling post because I have a lot of thoughts about the newest helluva boss episode, spoilers under the cut

This isn't even all my thoughts i just need to chill the fuck out for a few minutes man

Gonna be honest I didn't really like helluva boss in comparison to hazbin hotel for a while simply because it was different vibes and while I could 100% appreciate it and still found it entertaining, i didn't think it was as much my thing, but at this point I have changed my mind completely thank you 'Apology Tour'.

Like i think it's is my favorite episode of helluva boss because it solidified for me where they're going with this arc of blitz and stolas's relationship and it's exactly what i was hoping for (complicated), because full moon was about bad communication but apology tour was about them not being at a place where they can/should be together and I LOVE IT!!! It feels very respectful to what we know about both characters and where they're at emotionally, and also creates what i think is a sadder story than if the issue was just communication. Stolitz has grown on me but i still didn't care a ton about them until now, because this is INTERESTING !!! The inability to communicate is one thing but it can be solved a lot more easily, the realization that even if they could communicate well, they still aren't right for each other right now, simply cannot be fixed without something a lot more substantial to the characters themselves and that is everything to me. I was so worried after full moon that they were gonna go in the direction of 'they stayed mad at each other and refused to communicate for a number of episodes, and they either got with other people for a while or once they talk in a healthier way it'll all be good and we'll just move on', but they didn't and I love what they did instead.

I really like that (I hope) this means we get to watch them have to figure out how to balance what they want with what they can feasibly handle and also still deal with the implications of how their relationship started. It also (hopefully) means we are on track to witness a hefty character arc with Blitz because the man has finally reached his rock bottom of relationships and now wants to change which will not be quick or easy. Also just in general this episode feels like they really put care into staying true to the characters and thats part of the reason why its so perfectly devastating that they shouldn't be together. I already liked Blitz a lot for the hot mess that he is but seeing how everything got to him this episode and especially how the episode ended really made me appreciate him more.

Overall this episode just made me like blitz and stolas a lot more both as characters and in their dynamic with one another (also Verosika who Im obsessed with now, my one critique of the episode was that there should have been more of a focus on her since it was stated somewhere this was a verosika focussed ep and it wasn't, it was stolas and blitz focussed (which is fine like I wouldn't be as mad about if I wasn't told it was gonna be focussed on Verosika))

A lot of the reception Ive seen has a lot of people, just like with full moon, focussing on sides and which character was right/wrong/whatever, and like, my take was that in full moon they both fucked up and by the end of apology tour neither was really wrong. Full moon had both of them poorly expressing what they wanted to say, and a lot of it was fueled heavily by heat of the moment emotions (and that was similar in the beginning of apology tour when they fought), but the convo they have towards the end of the ep is very much them (or at least the audience) realizing it goes deeper than just their communication, its who they are, what they want, and what they can give right now. Neither of them is wrong, they are just not compatible at this moment in a way that fulfills both of their needs, even if they desperately want to be and even if they do really love each other.

Also its my favorite because the songs are easily my favorites out of the show, and Verosika's 'Over You' in particular is HAUNTING ME for some reason it just invokes a very specific feeling of sadness that im obsessed with, Stolas' song is also really good but its a totally different emotion. I NEED the full song out ASAP I have had it on repeat since the episode came out and im not well.

Also Also this makes me a lot more confident for how they'll handle the confirmed huskerdust slow burn in Hazbin hotel in a way that stays true to the characters AND where they're at in their respective situations, and be able to grapple with how those things might affect their relationship. Because I truly think that both Angel and Husk are/will be deeply in love with one another, but them getting together will absolutely be difficult not just because of the plot, but because of how they are dealing with it and what they believe about their own wants/needs. Like its not just how they perceive the other to feel about them, its also about how much they would be able to take on considering their situation. So I'm excited to be fucking devastated about them.

[misc-obeyme]

NO i had a whole ask written up about how inside out by eve 6 reminds me of simeon but then the app crashed 😩 its 2 am im not writing it all up again but give it a listen especially the first half of the chorus with simeon and his conflict in identity and relationship w the celestial realm in mind its just tragic my poor angel

also 10/10 recommend the following songs: rockstar sea shanty by the lottery winners, dragostea din tei (numa numa) metal cover by feuerschwanz, take one me bardcore cover by joseph c phaze

i really like silly cover songs

-🥐

Ah, yes, you see I am quite old, so I was alive and listening to the radio when Inside Out by Eve 6 was hugely popular. That really brings me back, I gotta say. Who even listens to the radio anymore? Anyway, at the time, the radio was all I had, so I listened to it kind of obsessively. And you just had to listen to whatever they played because you didn't get a say. And thus, I have memorized that particular song so well that the minute I saw your ask I bust out singing it and scared the hell out of my cat lol.

Anyway, now that I've exposed my age, let's move on!

I'm sorry you lost the bulk of your ask! That sounds awful :( But I quite agree that the first half of the chorus could indeed apply to our angel. I find Simeon in general to be one of the more tragic OM characters. And with lines like "I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds and the lack thereof would leave me empty inside. I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out, find nothing but faith in nothing..." well I should say that sounds like him, huh?

Reading that through a Simeon lens makes me go OH NO. (Also yes I wrote the lyrics from memory so don't come for me if I got them wrong lol.) I especially think the concept of swallowing his pride is interesting because it's like by doing that he's also trying to suppress the very essence of Lucifer. Like Simeon had a time when he was fighting to forget every part of the brother he once knew because it hurts too much to think about Lucifer falling.

And then when he shows up in the Devildom, he kinda has to do it again because what pride could he possibly have left at that point? He was the one who stayed out of it. He didn't stand on either side. Having no conviction in that sense could certainly leave him empty and then after that, he's struggling with his faith and the doubt that's been planted and...!

I never thought I could get so in my feelings about an anime angel because of a late 90s alt rock song lol.

Also thank you for the music recs!! I am also a HUGE fan of genre changing cover songs... I've really gone down the heavy metal cover rabbit hole, but I haven't heard the Dragostea Din Tei one! I also just love sea shanties so I'm sure that will be fun for me! Also bardcore?! Sign me right up for that lol! I'm excited to listen to them!

[ryuseiired]

AAAAAA IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED MY MAHIRU TAGS!! i feel like I've made the tumblr dream of someone screenshotting my tags, posting them, and saying "don't hide this in the tags!" Hsjdkfmfm but yeah, Mahiru has a lot of ingrained shit that needs help. I just hope she gets the chance to get it. I'm curious though, are there any of the prisoners that you think are beyond help? I don't know enough about Haruka to say for sure but personally... I'm sus of him lmao

YES OF COURSE !!! honestly i was really nervous the original post was like off-base and incomprehensible bc i wrote it all in one sitting at 4am haha so to see someone "yes, and also" it in the tags made me very happy as well :3

this is a fun ask actually because i love this question. bc i don't actually think any of them are beyond help, you know? i think any of them could be helped and could change and could be better people... but the question is, what would it require? how likely is it? part of getting help, too, is wanting to be helped. and then there's the unfortunate realism that, within the framework and confines of milgram... it's unlikely we can do anything to help them. take amane, for example: i think she's absolutely not beyond saving, but i also think you'd need to not only get her out of her previous environment but into a better more supportive one, with someone understanding and patient with her, where she can more gradually be guided through the difficult process of unlearning the cult teachings and mindset she grew up with. milgram is not that. milgram is scary and unfamiliar and built to simply punish or not punish for a specific crime. so realistically, while i think amane could be helped, i don't think anything we vote can fully help her. innocent or guilty, either way will not change her beliefs currently because of the situation.

you mention haruka specifically and i kind of agree that he's "beyond help" as far as it being like... milgram can't help him. we can't help him. i don't think haruka is a completely lost cause or anything and i absolutely believe he could be helped, but in order to do that... you'd need a way to say literally anything to him OTHER than either "you're unforgivable" or "murder is ok". situations like how he is in trial 2 put you between a rock and a hard place, where your options are either to hurt him and reject the positive change he has made by becoming better able to talk with others, or to... affirm the belief that actually murder is fine and he never did anything wrong.

basically. i don't think anyone's "too far gone" or beyond help, necessarily? but i do think there's definitely limits to whether or not they are able to get what they'd need in order to be helped and how easy it'd be to help them, and i think there's absolutely certain characters where whatever we do in milgram just... unfortunately can't address the core issues they have.

[saintetheldredablogshorrormovies]

makes me kind of sad when i see people romanticising season 1 dean and being nostalgic for him and missing that version of him honestly cause i hate the idea that survival is not the most beautiful thing in the world

like. i adore season 1 dean dont get me wrong and yes the playfulness and jokiness and innocence is charming but like. season 1 dean is cute but later season dean is STILL HERE despite everything how could anyone not find that infinitely more breathtaking. it's a kind of beauty that makes everything pale in comparison it's like comparing the picture you tried to take on your phone of the moon from a few weeks ago when it was bright and full and pretty to looking up into the sky and seeing a sliver of the real thing nothing can compare its the difference between a shitty pixelated dot in the sky and something that makes you want to cry and hope and believe in things i love angry and tired and messy and honest

im very much not trying to gatekeep here simping for season 1 dean is so ok i for one am simping for dean in all seasons HAHA but dean was beautiful in season 1 because he was being so fully himself all the time even when it was weirding everyone else the fuck out and he's still being honest and true in every season even when being himself looks like something a little different so i dont think he gets less beautiful at any point actually. believe me i have raged at him and cursed and wailed at my computer screen as much as the next person he is so frustrating and such an asshole sometimes but when the storm has passed and i think about it i can always really see where he was coming from his feelings are so sincere and i think that's so beautiful

also later season dean is still so fucking cute like honestly i think every part of his "original" identity that he hangs onto comes to mean so so much more even if there is less of it in quantity he STILL cares a stupid amount about his car his one-liners are STILL garbage and forced sometimes this man has been to (spoilers) and he still cares about these things thats so much more fucking adorable he STILL loves his brother even if he cant do it in the same naive way he once did the love is still there only now its more difficult thats so amazing and brave later season dean is an amazing brother i will not hear of how insufferably toxic he is just because love is hard work now hard work is beautiful hard work is so beautiful. still pie still rock music aliases still slipping the tiniest parts of who he is into everything he does, however much he can risk. this show was so so correct about losing everything you have and then holding onto whatever comes back within an inch of your life and loving it with all your heart that was so correct im hanging onto all of dean that came back with him from (spoilers) and i am so sick of innocence idk about you guys but im in love with that kind of beauty. down with puppy dog sensitive dean damaged shuffling walking dead monster dean supremacy plsssss he's everythinggggg

[the1975attheirverybest]

i was talking about this with a friend but like its crazy to me that the 1975 doesnt have a massive transmasc following in the same way that other tumblr bands that are a bit edgy do like fall out boy or twenty-one pilots because of the "im gonna listen to this band because im not like other girls but that's actually because im not a girl" despite having a massive audience of young girls. and theres also not a massive gay guy following like obviously theyre there but it seems crazy that its not bigger and that the 1975 is mainly cis women and then a growing group of insufferable incel men that suck - 🐸

that's a really good point actually and I wonder why? i wanna say that its because the band members are white cis het men but so are Fall Out Boy (I think? if im wrong, i apologize!). Is it Matty's lyrics and general personality that feel exclusionary to most people? cuz like I could see how maybe if you're a non-fan encountering a random clip of Matty discussing the band or whatever, he might come off as abrasive? and perhaps us straight women have been conditioned to be okay with that in a way that masculine identifying folks stray away from or find useless? We should run a thought experiment and show different demographics a set a different 75 clips. Like one where Matty is interacting with fans and being sweet and kind, and one where he's shitting on the chainsmokers or something, and one where he just kinda normal answering standard questions and see how different people respond? hahaha. it'd be a fascinating sociological case study.

The incel thing really bothers me though. cuz another fandom im a part of is for this other sort of indie folk rock artist, Father John Misty, and he's kinda like Matty if Matty was pessimistic. So, he uses irony A LOT but i feel like there are some sexist men out there who don't get that he's being ironic and critical of his own gender, and think he's serious and get excited when he says gross shit, and thats why I will never see him live. I'm terrified of being in a crowd of mostly straight men, some of whom are very sexist and like actually hate women. So....i guess im glad that's not the case with the 1975. ha! just occurred to me that it might also be because they started young. and they have that dreamy boy-bandy thing about them. or at least they did when they were younger even though they are definitely not a boyband. and thats usually a "girly" thing. idkkkk

[darishima]

yap about yr favorite season also!!!!!! (:

YAAAY WOOOO !!!! i <3 u anon okay so. so so.

once again. just like the last one. my answer is unfortunately generic. season 12 is my favorite and not only is it my favorite i fully stand by the belief that its objectively the best season including international seasons. all stars 2 WOULD be my favorite and it would be my objective best pick if not for the riggery and bullshittery (COUGH COUGH ROXXXY ANDREWS) but even with that, i would consider it a close number two

season 12 is the least overly edited+produced season since like s3 because of the sherry pie bullshit (google that if you dont know. idk if you actually know anything about drag race or if youre just humoring me) seemingly forcing the producers to scrap all the manufactured storylines they'd built up. the only thing wrong with the entire season is the zoom finale and ofc the sherry pie situation but even that was handled surprisingly well by WOW (in comparison to how they handled other similar situations... cough cough shangela and plane jane). every single queen on it is incredibly talented, even the early outs (i mean when the FIRST OUT is a [former] haus of aja member that says a lot about the talent of the people who made it further) and it has some of the most underrated queens ever imo-- nicky doll and rock m sakura, specifically. it spawned SOOO many iconic moments-- jan's face crack, "look over there," feel the beat in the rhythm of the night, "i hate hate haaate your hair and makeup today" etc you get my point i could go on. it has some of the best music ever (the madonna rusical! im that bitch! uhh whatever that finale number was called which i somehow cant recall the name of but still know all the lyrics to!), i mean nicki fucking minaj was the guest on the first episode like it honestly just doesnt get better than 12. you get my point by now. 12 solos every other season EASY

as2 is like i said my number two. going into detail about as2 is pointless. read u wrote u, the mirror scene, all the lipsyncs (ALYSSA V TATIANNA HELLOOO??) the same parts, "party," all of it is just so fucking good. the only thing that bumps this slightly down for me, personally, is how alaska consistently won over katya in the lipsycs (and the crown obviously) when i fully believe katya deserved most of those wins. fym alaska won cherry bomb JUST CAUSE OF HER FUCKASS WIG FLAG?? FUCK YOU RUPAUL WHAT ABOUT THAT!! again NOT saying this just because i love katya im being as objective as i can be i just think she frequently loses lipsyncs she doesnt deserve to lose (kennedy v katya s7.... who said that!) and because im such a katya fan its infuriating to witness. im not a roxxxy hater per se,, just a roxxxy criticizer. so overall if those couple small things had been different it'd take number 1

number 3 belongs to my sweetheart season 13. this one is objectively not nearly as good as the first two and also worse than ones like s6 or 5 because of all the stupid ass twists that the producers pulled out just to try and top 12 (impossible) but there are SO many queens that i love to death that i just cant put it any lower. gottmik, of course, and denali and rose and symone and utica... it is dragged down by evil bitches like elliott with three k's and tina+ tamisha who i personally cant stand but those 3 are soo outweighed by the talents of the others that idec. also once again the music slaps (LUCKY <3) and the memes are incredible . season 13 they could never make me hate you

after those three i think the rest of my favs would go 4. season 6 5. UK season 2 6. season 5 7. all stars 3 8. season 7 9. all stars 6 10. season 9

oh and my least favorite season is 11 by far if that matters which is funny because 11's winner is in my like top 15 favorite queens also i have not yet watched s14 and s15 fully but im sure those will both enter my top ten easily when i do

[stuck-in-hypna]

These drunk confessions

These drunk confessions - Part 2

Park Jongseong (Jay) x OC (Im Haeyoon) | College AU | Situationship

For Haeyoon, it was better to end things than to admit how she truly felt. It's not like she didn't like their set up, she was just too scared of rejection, leaving Park Jongseong lost, confused and full of misconceptions that ended in these drunk confessions. Now, everyone in their circle knows about what has transpired in the past, plus Jongseong's feelings--everyone knew, except of course, for the oblivious Im Haeyoon..

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Part 2: Jay

Three days since that fucking incident, three days since I last went out of my apartment, and three days since I last spoke to anyone. I’ve done nothing but wallow in misery due to being humiliated in front of our friends and the student body, and the fact that she hated me.

Why is she even furious? Fuck if I did anything to her, she was the one who broke it off, since she liked another guy, not me. It’s also a fucking mystery that she liked Park Sunghoon—not that he was bad-looking or anything, but the dude had the personality of a rock! If he wasn’t attractive, then he’d be nothing!

Speaking of… it must be him calling again, the caller ID says otherwise though—it was Aerin. Why is she calling me, is there an emergency?

“Hey, Aerin. What’s up?” Since she didn’t call or text as much, so I was curious.

“What’s up is you’re ignoring your friends who are worried sick! Heeseung went to your apartment twice, but not even once that you opened the door for him! The others are already at their wit’s end trying to figure out what your problem is! It’s Jake’s birthday today and he can’t even be ecstatic about it because he’s bothered—"

“I’m okay Ae-“

“Did I ask if you’re fucking okay, Park Jongseong?! Do you think hiding from everyone because you got slapped by my bestfriend justifies your actions? From what I’ve heard, you brought it upon yourself!”

“Why are you taking it against me? I’m the one who got humiliated, not you nor the guys! Your friend has issues, I didn’t even do anything to her!” I half yelled, too frustrated and confused, I have been in this dilemma for the past 8 months, if they only knew.

Then silence, Aerin seemed to have calm as well, “Whatever’s between you, talk it out, okay?”

“She blocked me, if you must know. She wouldn’t even look at me.”

“You should probably stop insulting her and giving snide remarks, I don’t know why you can’t be civil with her, after what you did to her…”

“What the hell did I do?!”

“And what did she ever do to you, Park? Have you thought about that before you started throwing a tantrum that affected everyone?”

She fucking left me for someone else, she broke my heart. Fuck. I chose to stay quiet, I have to keep in mind that none of them knew about what happened between Haeyoon and me, she’s capable of killing me if the guys find out.

“I swear to God, Jay. Even Niki doesn’t measure up to your maturity at this point. If you don’t come to Jake’s party tonight, the guys will talk to your parents.”

“Fine! I’ll be there.” I fibbed just to make her lay off me.

“Words of advice, stay sober, you keep confessing to the wrong people!”

She hung up before I could even breathe another word, what the hell did Aerin mean?

There is a possibility that I’d see Haeyoon later, and I’m not sure if I’m prepared to. Anyway, if I decide to go, she won’t be the reason, it’d be because it’s Jake’s day—even if that asshole is set to ask her out, he’s still one of my bestfriends.

What if the two started dating? Will I be able to move on from all this?

I admit that I’m having a hard time accepting that she’s no longer part of my life…

Haeyoon is Mika’s, my cousin, friend from their high school—we met at my cousin’s graduation party. Haeyoon’s a head turner, not only beautiful, but elegant. Her movements were so refined that I thought she’d be boring, but man, was I so wrong!

We were in the hotel’s ballroom, people-watching, when she excused herself. At the ten-minute mark, I saw her rushing towards me—she then pulled my hand and dragged me outside of the ballroom towards a hidden area near the pool.

The classy girl whom I was talking to just a few minutes back stole a bottle of Riesling and almost got caught! We drank straight from the bottle like two underage alcoholics without a care in the world. The night that we both lost our virginity to each other and spent the rest of the evening until dawn just talking as we waited for the first sunrise of our summer.

The following day, I drove her home and ended up meeting her parents, they invited me to have lunch with them until I became a staple in their household, sometimes having dinner with her and her parents, or staying the night, she also did the same, coming over during the weekends or joining my family on our short trips. My parents adore her, I knew exactly why.

When the new school year started, she suggested that we shouldn’t be obvious on campus, she doesn’t want anyone finding out about us since it’s like a friends-with-benefits thing—I agreed. She also didn’t want her bestfriend to get the wrong idea about us, I didn’t think much of it until I’ve noticed that a lot of guys have been approaching her, trying to get her attention. I became insecure at the idea of her liking someone else, that did not sit well with me. If that happens, it means it’s gonna be over between us, no questions asked.

Sunghoon and Heeseung, two of my long-time friends, got to know her as well, and I made it a point to tell them to not allow any male student near her, my plan was successful and lucky for me, they did not question my motives. It was then that I knew my feelings were starting to materialize.

Then Jake came into the picture junior year and started showing interest in her and it was a relief that she did not give him the time of the day. I never asked her about Jake, I did not want her to get the wrong idea, as long as we were okay, I’d be fine with that. That was until the party they’ve hosted for Jake.

Mom wanted me to bring my cousin Mika and two of her friends to wherever I was going that night, saying something about being cordial to our guests since they were visiting over the weekend. So, I told Haeyoon that I won’t be able to go to her place after. That night was a blur, I remember getting kissed by one of my cousin’s friend on Heeseung’s balcony and I just let her, thinking it was Yoon, but turns out it was not. That was also the same exact moment I realized that I can’t be with someone unless it’s her.

So, I immediately ran downstairs to frantically look for her, Aerin said she already went home, not feeling well. As an act of desperation when I rushed to the front door, stumbling a few times, forcing myself to walk straight to where my car was parked. Heeseung and Sunghoon stopped me when I told them that I’d be driving to her place. They forced me to stay, and took my car keys from me, making sure I didn’t do anything stupid. I called her multiple times that night, and even sent her messages but I got no response, which was fairly odd, considering that she never misses to reply.

Monday came sooner, the only message I got from her was that she went home to her parents and that she’d call me but heard nothing after. Frustration was slowly building up—I went to her apartment, and let myself in but found nothing.

Yoon did not attend her morning classes either, I’ve been asking the guys nonstop about her whereabouts, but no one knew. Aerin was already getting suspicious of me but didn’t ask further, it was a relief since I didn’t want to tell her anything that Yoon may have not told her yet, and if she questioned me, I knew I’d break.

A couple of days into the second week, I finally got a text from her, only to say that she wanted to end things as she’s now liking someone else. I bombarded her with calls and messages until she switched off her phone, I wanted to talk to her, in person at least, I was planning to tell her everything and if she didn’t accept me, I’d let her be. The closure I wanted, I never got.

It was Sunghoon, the guy she liked. I had to find out from the grapevine that it was him. It felt like I was cheated on, yet Sunghoon had no clue about Yoon and my status.

As soon as I had the chance, I confronted Sunghoon, one on one, and interrogated if he was making a move on her. He denied everything, saying that they were just friends, nothing more. I was lost, not sure who to believe then. My life seemingly went upside down because she left me—Park Jongseong then was the perfect definition of tragedy.

Our most recent interaction wasn’t any better, and it was my fault I got triggered. She has never called me Jay, it was always Jongseong, Jongseongie, Seong, but never Jay. She specifically implied that it was only for people not close to me—now that she’s calling me Jay, did it mean that I was just a mere acquaintance?

Again, my phone buzzed, it was my mother this time. “Hi, mom.”

“Jongseong, where are you?”

“I’m in my apartment, why?”

“Your friends are here. Heeseung is here looking for you, with Sunghoon and Niki. Why are you hiding from your friends? Where is Haeyoon? I knew something was wrong when she didn’t go here for our anniversary, did you cheat on her?! I swear to God Jongseong, you won’t meet anyone better than her-“

I cut her off with her ramblings, “Mmm! The guys will hear you!”

“So what if they hear me? Have you been hiding her?!”

“She’s not even my girlfriend, mom,” I whined, what is it with women these days and nagging? “and it’s not like she wants to be my girlfriend.”

“You’re indeed your father’s son. I can’t believe you didn’t see how much she cares about you; I know I’m your mother and I’m supposed to support you, but if you don’t win her back, don’t think about going home, and that’s final.”

“What the fuck, mom?!”

“Language, young man. I will have a word with your friends.”

“Don’t tell them anything! I swear it’s no-“ I did not even get to finish my sentence when she hang up. I can’t believe she’s disowning me because of Haeyoon! I am her only son, my God! That woman is so petty! How did she even become my mother?!

Truthfully, I’m not prepared to tell the guys about this however I’m pretty sure that they now know more than I want to tell them. I took the quickest shower ever and rushed back home after I messaged them in our group chat: Heeseung, Sunghoon and Niki, do not leave! Wait for me there and do not listen to that woman!

Unsure of how many stop signs I’ve run over, I got home in record time—25 minutes! As soon as I got out of my car, I spotted the three of them with my mother at our patio. My mom already giving me a condemning face as soon as she saw me, oh God, I’m gonna be homeless!

“Hey, mom, guys!” I casually greeted them, acting cool while my inner turmoil suggests otherwise.

“Sit down Jongseong.” Okay, I’m in trouble. The three were stifling a laugh, they were not the most subtle bunch. “What’s this I hear that you’ve been going out with different women every week?!”

I’m going to kill all of you. I mouthed those words to them which didn’t help with their case, Heeseung snorted, and the other two were in hysterics.

“Did you break up with Haeyoon or you cheated on her, she found out then broke up with you?”

“Mooom, she’s not even my girlfriend, I told you.” I insinuated in a sort of whisper-shouting manner, “She’s going to kill me if she finds out they know.”

“Don’t worry, man. She won’t get mad.” Sunghoon assured me, a little too self-assured if you ask me.

“Are you planning something? What are you guys planning?!”

“I’ll leave you boys be, and you are staying for dinner,” mom then stood up, “Please talk to your friend, he needs a good beating.”

The boys chuckled and had the nerve to approve of what she just said. “Stop acting like you’re my mother’s sons.”

“What, it’s funny!” Sunghoon mused, “Heeseung believed that Jake was so serious about Haeyoon!”

Niki looked at Sunghoon wide-eyed while hitting his arm, “Fucking retard!”

“Watch your language, Niki!” I warned the youngest, “what did you say?”

“Just go to the party later, Jake’s expecting all of us,” Heeseung exclaimed, getting my attention from the other two.

“Why? I have schoolwork to finish.”

“I’m your classmate in most of your classes, deadlines aren’t until the end of the month, so that’s three weeks from now.”

“Come on, Jongsaeng-mon… we haven’t seen you in three days!”

“Stop referring to me as if I’m your Pokemon!” I snarled at Sunghoon, “Come on guys, I’m not in the mood. Besides, I also need some me time.”

“Heeseung will buy you lunch for a whole month.” Niki offered.

“I don’t need that, I’m rich.”

Niki huffed, “well, not if we tell auntie. You’d be homeless and poor!”

This kid is evil, they again didn’t give me much choice, so I was forced to say yes, already regretting my decision.

After a few more lectures from my mom during dinner, we made our way to wherever the party was. Mom warned me again that I shouldn’t step foot in this house in the future if I don’t have Haeyoon with me. It’s as if she’d talk to me again after what happened.

It felt like being abducted by my own friends—they didn’t even let me bring my own car, making sure that I won’t be able to leave anytime. Plus, Jungwon and Niki are staying over, they made sure that I also do the same.

“Where are we going?” I asked Heeseung when I realized that the direction we’re going to is a bit different than our usual route.

 “Jake rented a penthouse suite, he says something about his parents being home, so we needed to go to a different place.”

Sketchy, but okay. Whatever. He might’ve rented the whole club or something, that’s what he always does. He doesn’t like the hassle of cleaning up the following day, smart actually.

What I wasn’t told was that he booked a penthouse suite in Hyatt in Gangnam and only a select few were invited. By select few, meaning it was only our circle.

“Hey man, I thought you wouldn’t make it!” Jake got me into a headlock as soon as he saw me and dragged me inside to where the supposed living room is.

“Dude, be thankful it’s your birthday or else!” I laughed along with him as I tried to fight back, but Jake was somewhat stronger.

“I just didn’t expect to see you, I thought I’d have to drag your ass out of your apartment!”

“That’s what we did actually,” Sunghoon chimed in, “We had to go to his parent’s house just to make him come out. It’s pathetic!”

“Take it easy on Jongseong,” Aerin shushed the two, “go, freshen up,” she pushed me to one of the bedrooms, as Niki handed me my rucksack, “we’ll just prep the food.”

“Oh yes, yes! Chill for a bit,” Jake was on it too, everyone within the radius exchanging knowing glances, acting suspicious if I may add, “Go!”

As I was pushed inside the room, the door behind me closed almost immediately, to which I forced open it but it was somehow stuck from the other side. “What the fuck guys?! Open up!” I was banging on the door at the same time.

“Will let you out in an hour, I swear!” I think that was Heeseung’s voice.

“Yeah, an hour or so. We won’t let you out unless you two talk!” That was definitely Sunghoon… wait, us two?

“Why the hell are you so loud?!” Someone from behind me suddenly spoke, which fucking gave me a heart attack, “and what are you doing here, Jay?” Ah, the love of my life who saw me as nothing but a nuisance.

“Hey Haeyoon… Um, I guess they locked us in.”

She sighed and walked towards the door, tried opening it, and banged it as well, “Fucking morons! Let us out, you dumb shits! I SWEAR ONCE I GET OUT OF HERE I’LL -“

I placed both of my hands on each shoulder as I lightly pulled her away from the door and had her sit on the edge of the bed, it was a hopeless case especially when we both heard Sunghoon and Jake’s obnoxious hooting.

“It’s pointless, these guys are assholes to begin with.” I told her.

“Obviously.” she muttered while typing angrily on her phone, the message was sent to our group chat, and I almost chortled when I read the message full of profanities, definitely not threatening, but cute, “Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny?!” Oh, oh! I’m unblocked? I can read her messages again, WTF!

“I’m sorry, I was smiling, not laughing.” I corrected her which made her glare even more. It was meant to be a joke but she took it negatively.

Her back was against the headboard and damn it, even with no makeup on, she looked beautiful. More beautiful than anyone I’ve met—this is bringing me back to the time I've first met her.

Maybe God has a weird way of answering my prayers—I’m taking this as a sign from the heavens, plus I don’t want our friends’ efforts to go to waste.

“How are you, Yoon?” I sat on the side of the bed near her, but kept a good distance, in case she wanted to hurt me again.

She raised her left eyebrow at me, “and you’re asking because?”

Maybe because I miss you and it’s been almost a year since we last talked? “Just asking.”

A sigh escaped her lips for the nth time in the last thirty minutes or so, “I’m sorry. It’s just, we’re no longer on speaking terms, it’s weird that you’re asking me this, but to answer your question, I’m fine. I hope you are too.”

“I am,” I hesitated to continue, not knowing what to say further.

“You know we don’t have to talk just because they locked us here. We can always go back to pretending that we’re not close once they let us out, just be civil.”

“Pretending we weren’t close didn’t do us any good, Yoon, and you know that.”

“Maybe it was meant to end, Jay. Maybe we weren’t even meant to be friends.”

“Don’t say that, please.” I begged, I reached out to both her hands and kissed them, “I’m sorry for being a jerk, I just—I didn’t know how to handle being away from you. I didn’t know what to do with my life, you became a big part of it in a short span of time. Can we just go back to how it was? Please, Haeyoon?”

My tears are already threatening to spill, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t afford to lose her again. I’d go insane, it’d be now or never.

She retracted her hands, and insisted that I let go, “You mean go back to having sex then keeping it as a secret? I don’t think so.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I know you like Sunghoon, or maybe Jake, I don’t know,” I took a deep breath, to make sure I won’t mess up my words again, “Haeyoon, I won’t tell you to stop liking them or whatever, what I’m asking for is to just let me be there for you again, let me spend time with you like before, let me do things for you, drive you wherever you need to go, take care of you, anything, just please… I don’t know how I can function again without you in my life.”

“Why are you doing this, Jongseong?” her voice softens, “I can’t take advantage of you like that. I can’t do that to you.”

“Because I love you, Im Haeyoon. Since freshman year, I think. I just didn’t want to tell you as I thought it may frighten you away.” She froze at my confession, now this is scaring me—she’s going to reject me that’s for sure, but at least I told—

“You’re a fucking idiot, Park Jongseong.” She wiped her now damp eyes with the back of her hand, “you’re a fucking idiot!”

“I’m sorry if this is something that’s not expected, I just wanted to tell you at least before you decide to cut ties with me again. I’ve loved you—no, I love you since then, and that hasn’t changed, not one bit.”

“You could’ve just told me before, you’re aware of that right?” She’s now smiling through her tears, even laughing at this whole situation, “we could’ve avoided all this drama you know?”

“What do you mean? So we could’ve ended it sooner?”

“God, you’re so dense. You really are. Although I’m not any better…” she muttered.

Dense? Because what, you’re rejecting me for someone else? As of this moment, I’m not sure which is more acceptable, getting rejected because of your bestfriend or because of someone you don’t know.

“What are you thinking about Jongseongie?” she placed both her hands on each side of my face and gave me a quick peck on my lips, what the fuck? My brain short-circuited and didn’t know how to react. “You’re an idiot, and I’m inlove with you.”

“You—you are—with me? Seriously?”

“Should it be with someone else? You want me to take it back?”

“NO! No of course not! You’re mine.” I blurted out so suddenly, “I’m sorry, I mean-“

“I love you Park Jongseong, I really do. It’s just that I thought you were going end things with me after I saw you kissing someone else at Heeseung’s party. I thought me ending things abruptly would be better for the both of us, and I dreaded the idea that you would want it to stop.”

I was about to say something, but she interrupted me, “Wait, let me finish. I need to let it all out or I’ll forget.” It was very typical of her, to forget things, “So I accidentally confessed that I liked Sunghoon, which wasn’t true by the way.”

“You put him on the spot!” I gasped, making fun of her, “Poor Sunghoon, he must’ve been traumatized!”

She lightly tapped my cheek and chuckled, “You’re so mean! But anyway, I already came clean, a few days ago.”

“Just a few days ago?! And we all thought…”

“The guys told me you were the only one who thought that, apparently they all knew about us because you have drunk confessed to everyone!”

“That is not true!” I strongly denied, “who told you this? It’s not true.”

“Well,” she pondered, “there’s Sunoo, Sunghoon, Niki and Jungwon may have mentioned something. You’ve been telling them things apparently… like I left you for someone else? Dude, we’re not even dating! Do you want me to ask them again?”

“No, please. Don’t! I love you, okay? That’s what’s important!” I insisted, but the things I do when I’m drunk were pretty much buried in the ditch, memories have been vague.

The door suddenly opened, good thing we weren’t in a compromising position. “Are you lovebirds done? It has been more than an hour and food is ready!” It was the birthday boy.

“We’re good,” Haeyoon stood up and smiled at him. She took my hand and pulled me towards the door.

“We’re good? That’s it?” I whispered, “Aren’t we discussing our relationship status at least?”

She just shrugged and walked away, smirking, as she joined the others in the kitchen—what the fuck was that? Where do we stand?

“So…?” Ah, Jake and Jungwon obviously asking for what transpired within the room.

“What?” I asked irritatingly, “What do you want?” I threw myself to the nearest couch, completely ignoring the two. Unfortunately for me, the two couldn’t take a hint and joined me.

“What ‘what’? We’re asking what’s going on between you two now. Did you finally ask her out?” Jungwon nudged.

“Are you finally dating?” Jake also probed, a little too eager.

“Get away from me you two!” I tried so hard to shoo them away, but I remember her kissing me just a while back. Right then and there, a grin escaped my lips—they’ll never let me hear the end of it!

Their teasing might have attracted Sunoo, who was now walking towards us wearing that mischievous smirk, followed by Sunghoon—fuck my life! I'm just not ready for this...

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you know what would be super epic and is absolutely not ever going to happen ? if kaladin and adolin got together. or honestly, if anyone other than kaladin and shallan got together