#the amount of talent in these is unbelievable
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robby-bobby-tommy · 1 year ago
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I miss fitza, tails. I miss them a lot.
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(I can't keep up with purgatory, but go, Bollas Rojas étoiles, go!!!)
I miss fitza so very much. Them talking, joking, flirting, helping fight each other's demons. Mb I'll write a part two to my previous post on them.
Btw, I really love purgatory. It is heavy for me and I really have no time or motivation to watch the streams, but I think it's one of, if not the best events. All this teams, mods, hecking loading screens and lore are perfect. The new way for people, who previously had little way to express their talents, to show their skills. Every cut scene is a miracle, and I can't thank enough the admins and Big Q himself for planning and making this event possible. Go, team Bollas Rojas, and good luck to Soul Gay Fire! Green Gay Ninjas were perfect, it was good while it lasted.
I need fitza after this. I need them to still besties. The one is the gun to the other's bullets. The allies and best friends. Please.....
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omegalomania · 2 years ago
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youre one of my favorite bandom blogs i follow bc sometimes i feel a little mean or out of place for not really caring or being interested in ships and its nice just not being the only one, i also really love your ybc comic!
hey thanks!!!! i'm super glad you like the comic, it's honestly my baby and i've put so much time into it so it means a lot when people enjoy it <3
and yeah i get what you mean about feeling out of place haha. the bottom line is that a lot of fandom spaces tend to focus on that because a lot of media de facto focuses on that cause yadda yadda yadda amatonormativity you know how it is. it really bums me out because i wish i could care about stuff like that since that would probably make my overall creative experience 100x more enjoyable, but it turns out i'm basically super romance-repulsed. when it comes to shipping (and to be clear this goes for literally all kinds of ships, real or fictional, in any form of media, it makes absolutely no fucking difference) i'm indifferent at best and actively repulsed at worst. like you kind of don't necessarily realize how baked into the fabric of fandom the very act of shipping is until you literally can't interact with it at all, because the pool of things you CAN do in that space is suddenly so limited. people aren't going to care about the things you make if they aren't written to fulfill a romantic/sexual pairing of some kind and no one's going to make something you can enjoy.
to be clear, i'm not saying this to knock shipping. i don't think it's something people necessarily think about and they're all just being their funky selves and making whatever content they want to make and they are allowed to do that. this is not an individual problem this is a broader issue that goes beyond individual creators doing their own things. in general i really don't care what people do. but it can suck and it can feel alienating when a huge portion of transformative works are just kind of inaccessible to you by default.
sorry, bit of a ramble there but it's something that weighs on me a huge amount lol. this is a big part of why i do so much creating on my own terms though! i write a HUGE amount of long-form genfic because no one else really does that in very many of the fandoms i'm in, so it boils down to me making the kind of content i want to consume because it literally won't exist otherwise. one of the big big big reasons the ybc comic has no shipping agenda is because i'm making it on MY terms, and it makes it something i can enjoy making and reading too. there are some brief moments of romantic tension in the narrative because they're there in the base canon but they're not baked in there, you know? the whole story doesn't revolve around that kind of thing, so i can still have room to breathe.
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homochihuahua · 2 years ago
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Wow the devil sure works hard or whatever, but never as hard as the people who make Hannibal video edits
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goldengirliez · 7 months ago
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UGHHHHH MY HEART
Tokyo revengers |°- his name written
°-all in one: Baji, chifuyu, mitsuya, kisaki, shinichiro, rindou, Kokonoi, mikey, sanzu
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there's just something about you writing his name on a piece of paper, it may sound stupid but being hopelessly in love with a person makes everything seem stupid because you tend to over think and analyse their whole existence. their view on their crush makes every single simple act they do seem significant compared to everyone else.
you would walk and you'd be seen as an angel for just getting up, you could fiddle with a pen and you'd be seen as flawless. but seeing any other person do the same? they're just there as pointless decoration compared to you.
brushing his finger across his name on the piece of paper makes him feel almost giddy about you simply knowing his full name, there's plenty of people that know his name and call out to him on a daily basis but you writing it down with your pen in your hand on your paper feels like he's far more acknowledged by you. and feeling acknowledged by a crush feels like growing wings.
you writing his name down means that you had thought of him, you don't write anyone's name down without thinking about them even for a split second. what did you think about him? do you think about him often? did you write his name and when he popped up in your head did you pause and continue thinking about him? did you think about him beforehand? did you say the syllables in his name carefully as your writing it?
when you wrote his name did you made sure to keep your hand writing neat? did you make sure to test out the pen beforehand to make sure the ink is flowing nicely?
all of these questions circled his mind, he was growing delusional over you, so much that it was making his crush on you to feel almost unmanageable. he even wished on framing that particular piece of paper, the frame would be gorgeous and in a colour/pattern that'd remind him of you.
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singlecrochet · 1 year ago
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everyone find a way to watch ilia malinin October 21 2023 skate America men’s free program to succession theme by Nicholas brittel right NOW
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ghostfacd · 11 months ago
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I’D BE THE MAN. | TOM BLYTH
pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
summary. in which yn receives an unbelievable amount of hate, but she knows that if it were the other way around and she was a guy, they would praise her for being “the man”
installment of this au | read it for context!
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ynuser tsitp behind the scenes!! 💌 sean and chris thought it was soooo funny to carry me at random times (thanks guys! very steven and conrad of you) 🤨🤨
tagged @/sean.kauf, @/chrisbriney_, @/thesummeriturnedpretty
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user1 anyone lwk think she’s a slut lol
➥ user2 no bae you’re so right cus why is she letting 2 different guys carry her when she’s literally dating tom
➥ user1 LMAOO real shes so ungrateful, if tom was my bf, i wouldn’t be around other guys
➥ user3 it’s literally?? for?? her?? work?? are you guys deluded, hating on successful women is crazy
➥ user 4 last time I checked, working does not = to whoring yourself with other guys
sean.kauf not our fault you’re easy to carry miss ella fisher
chrisbriney_ fave part of working on set is carrying u and hearing u scream
➥ user5 EVILLL
user6 the way she isn’t even replying to her cast mates are crazy, wake up! you’re not that famous
➥ user7 tbosas being #1 for movies says otherwise but ok!
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tomblyth YN!!! My sweet, funny, and incredibly talented girl, congratulations for all you have accomplished. It’s been so much fun with you on the set of TBOSAS, and it’s been absolutely even more endearing to sit behind the scenes and watch you act for TSITP!! Ella Fisher is my favorite Fisher anyways :’)
tagged @/ynuser
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ynuser TOM!! I love you.
➥ user8 only 4 words? oh she hates him 😭
➥ user9 when you would die for tom blyth to post you but y/n avocot doesn’t gaf when he posts her
➥ user10 literally not true? i’m sure she just doesn’t wanna put everything online, we can all tell that she loves him
rachelzegler you guys are the cutest!
➥ user11 is yn holding you hostage??
sean.kauf always love having you on set man
➥ user12 yn’s bf vs yn’s side guy LOL
➥ user13 knock it off, i bet tom wouldn’t like his “fans” disrespecting his gf and her cast members
user14 she never posts him istg this is so one sided
user15 she’s lucky she’s pretty cause she can’t act or sing for the life of her
➥ user16 not even pretty LOLLL
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ynuser since everyone thinks i’m so ungrateful, TOM!!! Thank you for always being there for me and comforting me when i’m sad. You’re my best friend and the best boyfriend I could ask for. I love you my love.
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user17 LMAOO yn called y’all out!
tomblyth i love you in every universe, the haters are LAMEEE!!
➥ user18 YOU TELL THEM TOM
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VOGUE New Interview And Photo Shoot With New Star Y/N Avocot OUT NOW! The New Actress And Rising Music Star Shares Her Recent Favorite Song — “The Man” By Taylor Swift!
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user19 the man by taylor oml she’s going through it
user20 idk how anyone could hate her, she’s so sweet and gorgeous
user21 miserable ppl on the internet after hating on a girl for no reason other than that she’s close to her cast members
ynuser thank you for having me Vogue!
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ynuser if i was a man, then’d i’d be the man!
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iloveyn PURRR YN I LOVE UUUU
tomblyth hell ya u would
sean.kauf queen i miss u, come back to film szn 2
➥ bellyconklinsgf WAIT SZN 2???
➥ sean.kauf oh shit..
➥ ynuser HAHA SEAN THE DIRECTOR AND JENNY HAN ARE GONBA KILL U
user22 so she replies to sean but not tom?? 🤡
➥ user23 LET IT GOOOOOO
user24 i love to see successful women not letting haters tear them down
user25 we love you yn!!!
rachelzegler ID BE THE MAAAAANNNN
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ophelisstuff · 6 months ago
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Paige bueckers × reader who loves books.
BOOKWORM | P.B X READER
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authors note : i’ve been procrastinating on this big time srry if it’s not the best.
requested by : @paqerings
summery : Paige, someone who isn’t a fan of books finds herself tolerating all because of the person she’s fallen in love with.
word count : 808.
warnings : fluff that’s it
You and Paige had met at Uconn’s library on a rainy day. You being there to check out books for fun and Paige being there to find text books because she had no other choice.
A stack of books in your hand, you walked through the isles of bookshelves — looking for anything else that caught your eye. Unaware that the odd amount of books in your hand had caught Paige’s.
“Are you really going to read all those books?” The blonde questioned, disregarding the fact you were a complete stranger. Focused on finding out why there were so many books in your hand.
“Every last one” You replied, knowing that you wouldn’t be returning to the library until the pile of books in your hand were all completed.
“That’s impossible. no human is reading that many books.” Paige shrugged, finding it unbelievable that a person would optionally spend their time buried in a book.
The blonde just couldn’t understand it. What was it about books that grabbed everyones attention but hers?
Paige hated the idea of reading a book so much, she found herself on the brink of tears when having to study.
Even daring to pay classmates or bribe friends to complete reading assignments because she’d rather be out or playing basketball for fun.
“It’s definitely possible” You muttered, confusion building as you wondered why this familiar blonde was following you around all of a sudden.
It wasn’t like you didn’t know who she was. Everyone on campus knew of Paige Bueckers and admired her athletic talents.
However, you couldn’t get over the way she just talked your ear off and walked alongside you.
Disregarding any thought of you being a stranger and talking as if you two were the closest of friends. “Have you ever read a book?”
You asked, stopping in front of the mystery section — eyes drifting from book spine to book spine for something eye catching.
“No- well yes - duh. Just not a chapter book of any sort. It’s never been my thing so i’ve never tried to”
The blonde admitted, standing beside you — watching as you became fixated on the book titles.
“Well, find the right book and when you do, get back to me” You encouraged, sending the girl a short lived smile.
Picking up a final book as you headed to the front desk in order to check out.
Leaving the blonde with curiosity and confusion as she watched you walk away. Realizing she hadn’t even gotten a chance to introduce herself — let alone ask your name.
However, the blonde decided to take your advice and find a book that suited her — determined to impress you in the future.
present day —
“Can you hurry up! I wanna know what happens to Lucy Gray!”
Paige shouted, growing impatience as she sat on the couch — holding a copy of her The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes in her hands.
Finding herself obsessed with the Hunger Games book series — the blonde had managed to ‘read’ all three books from the series. And having you read the forth to complete it.
In all honesty, Paige still hadn’t read a full book on her own. Often times listening to the audio version of it or having you read a chapter to her daily.
The confusion for your love of books remained the same, however she’d grown to admire how fixated you were on them.
Growing use to how you always carried a book on you, reading whenever you could wherever you could.
Often times venturing to Barnes and Noble’s when you go book shopping. Her interest drifting to the lego sets while you walk the endless shelves of books.
“Give me a second! I’m finding a blanket”
You yelled back, picking up the throw blanket off of your girlfriends bed. Placing your reading glasses on your face as you walked down the hallway and to the living room.
“Finally! took you long enough” She muttered with a smile.
Throwing the blanket on Paige, you smiled laid beside her. The blondes head instantly becoming situated and comfortable on your shoulder.
“Oh whatever, hand me the book”
You joked, taking the story book out of her hand. Unaware of how a complete stranger who hated books turned into your girlfriend who tolerated certain ones.
You found solace in books, and being able to read them to your girlfriend — cuddled up on the couch brought you even more peace.
You nor Paige would trade this experience for anything else in the world. Often times expressing how you were both grateful for that interaction at the school’s library.
“Chapter eleven. Lucy Gray’s words stung but, on reflection, were well deserved.”
You began, Paige becoming silent as she listened to your soothing voice. Eager to hear the story being told.
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alatariel-galadriel · 10 months ago
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yeah this is still SO true the man had more talent in his toenails than i could ever dream of. I originally wrote this when I got jumpscared by Where Is The Justice on a random playlist and that song still lives in my brain and in rent free
hi yes jeremy jordan’s voice makes me ascend to a higher level
#yes I started out as a newsies blog why do you ask#ANYWAYS THE DEATH NOTE MUSICAL#love how in the first song we already have the immediate conflation of justice with punishment#and the casual conviction of an inability to change#its SUCH a good opening for Light’s character because it has all of the seeds of his ideology#wrapped up all pretty in a package that immediately has you nodding along without thinking#the classmates moving into the ominous choir of ‘Justice’ as they get swept up too as a precursor to the Kira mania#and all sung my one of the most talented artists on the planet????#jeremy Jordan is seriously incredible the amount of talent stored in that man is unbelievable#im in awe of him#and incredibly normal about the musical#ALSO ALSO#It takes on a whole other perspective when the Japanese justice system is taken into account#‘Until lawyers cutting deals becomes a crime’ (already oof)is so much more sinister in a place with a 99% conviction rate#where lawyer’s main job is reducing sentencing not proving innocence#but he’s turned himself a mouthpiece for the people frustrated by a system they’re powerless against#and turned them against an easy scapegoat because he doesn’t actually care about justice just being a god#justice lives in the grey areas and he’s obsessed with draining it to black and white#so that he can the one make those delineations and reign like a god.#this turned into me just stating the very obvious plot of the anime. Oh well. Anyways this song slaps#whispers from the ally#death note musical#Jeremy Jordan
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kingofthewilderwest · 6 months ago
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Gosh the amount of talent on this site is unbelievable. Breathtaking. Dumbfounding. Overwhelming. Every day you log on and see thousands of exquisite artists. Like, people say, "Oh I'm not that good," but that's because you're walking into a living art studio every time you open tumblr. You're good. You're great! You're all great. Look at all the drawers and painters. Look at all the writers. Look at all the writing. Look at the gif makers and the analysts and enthusiastic fans with fantastic recall for what they love. Look at the music. Voice acting. Video editing. Animation. Comedy. Look at the shitposting, a talent of joy if there ever was one. Look at the kindness to compliment each other's stuff. You think you're mediocre? Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! Each person here is a star in the sky and together we make constellations.
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amymbona · 2 months ago
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Challengers - the band
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Among equally famous Arctic Monkeys or Gorillaz, fans have got nuts over the quickly rising indie band formed in 2006. Challengers consists of three uniquely charismatic members, each one equally as genuine, and yet they all fit together like pieces of puzzle, creating a what fans appreciate as the trio of the decade.
Fitting into the genre of pure english indie, the trio doesn't fear to bounce into the world of rock or deliver a heart-touching ballad, so versatile that it appears unbelievable to many. The critics deem Challengers as an immortal piece of music that will continue to live on and be appreciated decades into the future. Even the thirsty fans seem to agree.
Tashi Duncan
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The frontman - in this case the front lady - carries the aesthetic part, providing a gentle caress with each of her smiles, known widely by her fair amount of dark toned lipsticks and pairs of leather pants. As the main vocalist, her voice is heard in most of the songs, and she is essentially the voice of the band.
The gorgeous grace with which she carries herself can hardly he matched, and by many, Tashi is often refered to as the bitch, which takes away from the beauty of her soul. Contrary to a popular belief, Tashi Duncan is a gentle human - a fact supported by all the fans that have met her - as she never misses an opportunity to hug a fan or sign a paper.
A sex symbol, often compared to Amy Winehouse or Fiona Apple, she's often reduced fo a pretty face - much to her fans' disappointment. The talent she possesses is nothing short of a gift, given to her by gods above, and certain female singers have expressed both their jealousy towards and support to the star.
Art Donaldson
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Known as the people's sweetheart, the most one could spot of Art Donaldson is the messy mop of his curls peeking from behind the drum set. With often admired set of muscles - which many female fans attempt to grasp once the drummer ventures in public - it's no issue for him to be pounding into the drums and cymbals all night.
His steady beats offer a stable background to all of the band's songs, resembling the rhythm of our heartbeats. But the man who's been named as the best drummer of the current music wave is much more than that.
It's no secret that Art Donaldson does most of the songwriting, providing his fans an insight to his soul, which doesn't resemble the harshness of his clothing style at all. Upon further observation, it's clear that most of the lyrics are centered around love, affection, eroticism and gut-wrenching feelings. This gentle compassion, paired with a cute smile, makes Art the most wholesome face of the genre of indie.
Patrick Zweig
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This man is not famous just for his pretty face, though it is the feature he is the most recognized for. With the electric guitar constantly glued to his hands and the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old, Patrick Zweig jumps from one side of the stage to another. Some might say he is a bad influence, supported by the handful amount of evidence of nicotine and alcohol induced behaviour.
Known for his unrealistically swiftly executed guitar riffs, Patrick is the one to transform the ideas into music, as the band itself has mentioned. Most of the early hits were made purely under his supervision, which helped set the initial direction the band would evolve in. Perhaps he is the one we should thank for having Challengers become real.
It was particularly Patrick who stole the hearts of many young ladies, successfully earning himself the title of the womanizer. Multiple women were spotted leaving the Zweig residence over the last few months, wearing evidently less clothing that they entered the luxurious villa in. As the most extroverted and publically followed member, Patrick Zweig might as well be the loudest element of the three-man band.
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razorblade180 · 3 months ago
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Summer:Zzzz
Weiss:*rubbing her head*
Jaune:Messing with our child again? She’s gonna wonder why her hair is frizzy.
Weiss:Today she asked me if I had a favorite kid.
Jaune:Oh?
Weiss:Said it felt like hanging out with Nick was easier for some reason. Despite the fact she strong arms me every time I try to bond with her.
Jaune:She’s at the age. It happens.
Weiss:I know. It’s probably wrong but I was a little happy. She wouldn’t say it but she was clearly jealous of her own brother; as if I don’t love them both. Although, it’s also a little sad she doesn’t realize just how much I love her.
Jaune:She gets that from me unfortunately. Takes awhile for that to sink in, but she knows she’s loved. You cry about her enough.
Weiss:Shut up. I cry a healthy amount over my daughter. Being a mom is hard. Especially when you don’t have a good reference. I hope I’m doing well enough.
Jaune:*kisses cheek* You’re a wonderful mother. Talented too. Not to mention beautiful. Way more attractive than your husband.
Weiss:I’ll have you know my husband won “Sexiest Man on Remnant” recently. Even if he argues about it, the world has admitted he’s factually hot.
Jaune:I feel like a woman of you power could’ve rigged the vote.
Weiss:Pfft, why? I want my husband to myself. It’s rather annoying he’s gonna be on a magazine soon. Although it’s a good chance to laugh at everyone wishing to have him.
Summer:You’re so petty. I guess you really are my mom.
Weiss:Oh, you’re up. *removes hand*
Summer:Hey now, I’m subjected to hearing you flirt and now the head rubs stop? Unbelievable.
Weiss:*continues rubbing* My, my, so spoiled. My daughter indeed.
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38riku · 3 months ago
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𝐁𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐓.𝟑 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗
includes pomefiore (separately). no warnings. fluff. i should've did this by dorm but i didn't think i'd make more than one part.
read part one. part two.
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𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓
you've come to wish me a happy birthday? heh, as you should. come, sing my praises now that my beauty has been tempered by another year of age.
it isn't unordinary for Vil to receive compliments. he's cemented himself in the limelight and his adoring fans never fail to comment on his beauty and talent.
so, when he jokingly (not so jokingly) asked you to sing his praises, he expected a sarcastic "your perfection is unattainable" or something along those lines.
but, of course, you managed to surprise him.
"you deserve everything your heart desires." what a cheesy line. it was a staple in romance movies that hasn't seemed to die out despite its repetition. he now knows why, albeit because it came from your lips and not that of someone just doing their job.
"and as your beauty matures each and every year, may your tenacity strengthen and elegant vigor continue to shine brightly."
Vil clicked his tongue, a ghost of a smile creeping on his face as he did his best to maintain his composure.
"I almost feel guilty that such heartfelt words are directed towards me and not a lover of yours."
You laughed, as if the thought of a lover was unbelievable. If only you were aware of the many admirers after your tender heart, would you still find it amusing?
"Don't be silly Vil. You're the fairest of them all, the only one worthy of these words."
You had him stumped. The way you said such things as if they held little to no weight.
For a moment, being the fairest of them all wasn't appealing. He is the fairest in your eyes, which amounted to more than you could ever imagine.
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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓
merci! your dulcet tones are the greatest gift I could receive. you may consider your sentiments most appreciated.
rook was satisfied with your simple 'happy birthday' although it wasn't so simple to him. your smile was blinding, genuine glee filling your eyes as you greeted him with more joy than usual. to think the day of his birth elicited such excitement.
"i hope you like your present."
"any gift from you is a priceless treasure my dear. the mere fact that your thoughts were captivated by me makes my heart flutter."
he adored your flustered expression but wasn't interested in teasing you too much today. opening the large box, he audibly gasped at the sight. "you've truly outdone yourself. i am undeserving of such a magnificent piece."
he inspected the hat, humming in satisfaction at the handiwork and embroidery. a small chuckled fell from his lips as he heard your gentle sigh of relief.
walking toward you, he removed his usual hat and placed it on your head, wearing the new one it its stead. "we make a magnificent pair, do we not? even with a piece as fine as this my beauty is lackluster to yours."
"it's your birthday rook. i should be the one complementing you, not the other way around."
he laughed at that. your compassion and generosity made his heart soar to heights unknown.
"your beauty deserves to be appreciated no matter the occasion. your presence alone fills me with comfort. you have a voice that is sweeter than the chase of a hunt. i am inclined to speak on your physical appearance, but, I am unsure that you'd be able to handle such honeyed words."
after all the time you've known one another you still weren't used to his flattery. it's not his fault, you were positively stunning in every aspect of the word.
it's his day of celebration after all, and he'll spend it as he sees fit. surely you will allow him to fawn over you? he can't think of a better way to spend his birthday.
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𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑
you, ah, you want to celebrate my birthday? s-sorry, I'm not used to hearing that from anyone other than close family. thanks.
"tada! happy birthday!"
you removed your hands from his eyes, moving to stand in front of him with a knowing smile. "a feast fit for the birthday boy. well, a meal, since it's just the two of us."
yes, just the two of you. that's probably why his usually strict house warden was a bit more lenient with him missing an etiquette lesson.
hopefully he didn't think it was something more than two friends sharing a meal. that's all there is to it, right?
"thanks! this looks amazing."
"remember that takeout i shared with you and the guys not too long ago? it's the same place. i figured since you liked it so much we can try more stuff!"
golly, weren't you just a ball of sunshine. if he was to thank ace and deuce for anything (which isn't much) meeting you would be top on the list.
he couldn't remember the last time he was able to enjoy the simple pleasures in life like cheeseburgers, chicken tenders, fries, onion rings; but boy was it the most fulfilling meal of his life.
spending the evening with someone close to him, eating, joking around, and enjoying each other's company. you might not think it's much, but, the time you shared cured his home sickness, even for a little while.
it was his first time celebrating his birthday away from home after all.
"one more surprise." you place a finger on your lips, winking, before disappearing in the kitchen.
in your absence, he did his best to calm his beating heart. you laid it on thick and didn't even know it! don't you know where he's from, a meal is a way to a man's heart?
did you know that? was this a cover for blatantly pursuing him? no, there's no way, just wishful thinking on his end.
his thoughts came to a halt as you reappeared with a singular piece of pie in your hands and a candle. placing it in front of him, you quickly lit it, and ushered him to make a wish.
usually, he wishes for the same thing every year, but, just this once, he wished for something utterly selfish. something that, when he blowed the candle, he looked toward you sheepishly, denying to tell you because it "wouldn't come true."
one day it'll come true. one day, he'll be the apple of your eye, and sweep you off your feet.
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ts1m1kas · 4 months ago
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Original Ask: Could you do Jenson Button with wife reader? He was interviewing for Sky Sports with Danica Patrick. He was fed up with her and he always made that face whenever he was around her which was amusing to his wife. She was having a field day when one day she was at his interview. Just something fluff and cute. You decide how it goes. Tag me later!! Thanks!! :)) ( @pear-1206 )
Word Count: 645 words
(author's note: i hope you enjoy love !! i enjoyed writing this quite alot 🫶 )
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If there was one thing Jenson hated about working with Sky Sports, it was Danica Patrick. He couldn't stand to listen to her outlandish and disrespectful takes on races and drivers, especially her opinions about Logan Sargeant.
During his time in the Williams garage, Jenson became very close to Logan, and the pair developed a father-and-son relationship over the years. This only furthered when Jenson’s wife, Y/N, met Logan. She absolutely adored him and quickly became his biggest supporter alongside her husband.
So, when Y/N was invited to participate in a post-race discussion with Jenson, Danica and some other regular Sky Sports figures, she jumped at the opportunity. Jenson however, was not as keen as his dear wife.
The group stood in the paddock, each one of them holding a microphone. Y/N was smiling from ear to ear, so excited for the opportunity. Her husband watched her intently, realising that he took his job for granted far too often. However, once the interview began it wasn’t long before Jenson remembered why he disliked Danica so much.
“I just don’t think that Sargeant has the skill required to drive at this level. He can’t keep up with the car or the fast pace of the races which is reflected in his poor results. In my opinion, Williams should start looking for a new driver.” Danica said critically.
Some of the other interviewers nodded, but before she could begin talking again, Jenson cut in, “I disagree fully. Logan is a talented driver and we’ve seen just how well he can perform under pressure. I simply believe that this is just a slight rough patch in his career and that it won’t be long until he’s back on track and in the points.”
“I agree with Jenson,” Y/N stated while smiling at her husband, “I’ve spent a lot of time speaking with Logan and he puts far too much pressure on himself. He isn’t happy with how he’s driving at the moment but I don’t think the amount of criticism he receives isn't fair at all.”
Admiration and pride shone in Jenson’s eyes as he listened to his wife talk. He knew Logan would feel the same way too, but more appreciative that she had defended him.
Danica pretty much accepted their statements and moved on to discussing the race and giving even more unwarranted criticisms. Towards the end of the interview, Jenson was finding it harder and harder to suppress his eye rolls and sighs at Danica’s words.
Y/N on the other hand, was finding her husband’s behaviour hysterical. She knew very well that Jenson did not like Danica but watching his reactions made her struggle not to laugh.
Eventually, the interview ended and Jenson and Y/N walked off towards the Williams garage.
“You’re hilarious you know that right?” Y/N said to Jenson as they strolled along hand in hand.
“What do you mean my darling?”
“The way you react to Danica is unbelievable. I could barely stop myself from laughing when you rolled your eyes at her.”
Jenson snorted with laughter, “Sometimes what she comes out with is so ridiculous that I can’t help myself. Especially when it’s about Logan. I nearly kissed you on the spot when you started defending him.”
“Jenson!” Y/N said slapping his arm “You would’ve gotten us into so much trouble! But I’ll always defend Logan, he’s so talented! I don’t see why anyone would question his ability to drive.”
“God I love you,” Jenson said looking down at his wife.
“I’d hope so Jense,” Y/N replied.
The pair continued their walk to the Williams garage, still laughing every so often at Jenson’s previous antics. Other people might see him as rude, but Y/N wouldn’t have her husband any other way.
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maikissed · 7 months ago
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and the day after that, and day after that
jude bellingham x reader a bit angsty, a little bit of drama and a lot of monologue, i like drama
You took a minute to wonder when has it started, really, what pivotal moment changed the perspective, the trajectory of new feelings, harsh and alerting, making you nervous and full of doubt that whatever follows, would bring anything good of it. Because you noticed, it was hard to pinpoint the moment when, but you did. It was there, in the softness of his eyes when he looked at you, payed attention to your words and actions, the gentle smile displayed on his lips, slightly curved on the side in a adoring kind of way. The way he touched you when he meant to, on your shoulder, your neck or your arm. Touches sometimes unnecessary but present, warm and lingering. Or brief, but still there. Filled with something different from those in the past. Innocent, yet intentional. You felt, knew, it was different.
Maybe it was somewhere around the time when he was coming back from Dortmund for vacation, so full of pride and joy, fuelled by many successes of his and his team. The world started to hear about him and he was floating in praise. It kept changing him, not exactly in a negative way, but it kept his head higher. He knew his worth, simply the rest of them started to learn it now. That gave him a peck of confidence, you noticed him grow in this. And it’s been remarkable, to watch him develop in every way so much.
When he was about to take a plane to England, every time he made sure to give you notice about his comeback, searching for your arms to be the first that embrace him on his welcome party. Parties in a meaning of a little friend gathering. Sometimes real parties, when you all were feeling like it. You were noticing the attention back then, different, prominent. You started calling him your boy, still slightly oblivious of his intentions, or you’ve simply turned a blind eye on everything around you, wanting to accompany him on this journey and not cause a fuss about something that maybe is not there for a fact. You kept being a good friend.
And you kept your cool, rolling with all of it just fine. It’s been fine, but everything skyrocketed when his career went on a higher range path as he joined Real Madrid in last July. Now, that was some boost to Jude’s ego. And it’s been astonishing that every time he came back now, he was presenting a different, much developed persona. A man, as you noticed with a flutter of your heart. Man with responsibility, worked up discipline, well-groomed talent and a radiant self-confidence that you knew not many women can say no to. But you were not a woman for his choice, you were too old for him. From the moment when you’d been kids, strutting down the province to buy some ice cream in a corner shop. You as a young guardian, since your little brother and his jumpy friend with big dark eyes and funny ears were too young to pay the cashier the right amount of money for your sweetmeats.
Now, it’s been a joyful night and at the end of it you found yourself standing in front of him leaned back on the huge sofa in your hotel room. You’ve been laughing non stop for the last two hours and you didn’t even remember exactly how both of you ended up in your suite, leaving your friends behind. You breathed in a huff, slightly exhausted by your alcoholic trance, smile still visible on your face. You leaned back on the edge of a little table in the middle of the room and you spotted him doing the exact thing that made you unbelievably anxious lately. He kept watching you, intensively, so passionately you felt all parts of your body as if exposed to him. Like you were a painting, the sight of which he’d rather die than part with. He’s been close to you all night. You could feel him sneaking in. There was a reason he came after you here, wasn’t there?
“Jude” you breathed, nervous, not very much ready for this conversation.
He hummed in question, playing with the soft brink of the armrest of the sofa with his fingers.
“Stop looking at me like that” you stated a longer moment after.
There was a inquiry in his expression after your words. He anticipated you elaborate.
“I can’t shake the feeling that you’re seeing me different than you’ve used to”
You kept your cool. Good.
“What do you mean, y/n?” he murmured, and his face now did not appear unaware of the course of this conversation. Like he was prepared.
“I am not…” it was hard to fight the bile that started to form in your throat.
It was not that hard. The rejection. You’ve done this before. But it was not just some guy. He was your friend. Childhood companion.
“…I can’t be what you want me to be”
He went rigid, his eyes turned hard, lips stiff. He incited you to continue.
“It can’t happen” you voiced it out surely. Your eyes still not leaving his. You had to be resolved and purposeful.
His jaw clicked as he looked down at his hand as if looking for composure. Swiftly he brought his eyes back to your face.
“It’s done already” he stated in a firm voice and you shook a little in horror.
Whatever he meant?
“I’m not playing anything, y/n. It’s done already and I don’t really have the intention to fight it.”  
“What do you mean by done?” you went pale.
Amongst many things that Jude were, he was definitely a man of devotion, conviction and determination. You were shaking in your limbs at the magnitude of these words. These were serious ones.
He laughed lightly at your question. He knew you were playing dumb for your safety.
“I know what I want” he started quietly “And I aim to have it” a dangerous spark in his eyes.
Was this his go? To rile you up?
“What exactly do you want?” you stared to banter.
“You”
He said it so effortlessly but his voice hardened slightly.
“Don’t be ridiculous” there was a snort leaving your mouth as you tried to turn away for his fiery gaze.
You went for a glass of wine you poured yourself earlier, in a need of something that’ll make this easier for you. Many questions appearing in your head of how to save this situation without it shattering everything you’ve had between you.
“You don’t find me enough, then?” he asked from the distance.
At least the distance was safe.
It was your turn to laugh. You almost threw your head back.
“I am too old for you, Jude” you argued, now fire appearing in your eyes as well because all of this was not so definite on your side.
How have you been perceiving him? The answer to this question was far more complicated than his “I know what I want” statement. Because you did not know. All you knew is that the last thing you wanted is for the world to shatter at your feet because you did something as repellent as throwing yourself at such younger boy.
“I don’t give two fucks about…”
“But I do!” you turned sharply to face his way “What about my saying in this?!”
“Voice it out then, fully” he tempted.
Bigger, his eyes turned even bigger. You prayed for your legs to not lead you closer to him.
“It’s wrong, it’s weird. What would your mother have to say about this, the public?!” you hissed, scolding him almost.
He did not liked to be scolded. By anyone, except his mother. Well, not many would like to get into Denise’s black book.
“Oh, please, my mom adores you” he scoffed trying to make you sound unreasonable.
“As a family friend!” an obvious statement “And it would look dreadfully wrong, for a five years older woman to groom a boy such as yourself!” you snapped.
He frowned at the term you named him in such sentence. You definitely wounded him by it, choosing to strike with a necessary impudence.
“To groom?” laughter enveloped his features.
He was not to give up on this. It mildly made you want to come up to him and shake him.
“Yes, that’s a word for it”
“It’s an exaggeration”
“Are you in love with me, Jude?!” that was definitely a question you yearned to hear an answer to. Looking for advantage.
He blinked, swallowing sharply. And your knees went weak because you knew that look on his gentle face. Softer, boyish, fond. The fire died in his eyes for a moment, leaving room for waving devotion. Like an ocean in the darkness.
“Yes” he breathed.
Fuck.
“Do you even know what that means?!” you could slap him in the face as well, probably would be more subtle.
“For fuck’s sake, y/n” he moved forwards on the settee, clasping his hands together.
“It’s a lot Jude, and you’re not in love” were you trying to put feelings and thoughts of your choosing in his head right now? Most likely. “It is not a time or place for a boyish infatuation” you fumed.
He stood up abruptly and you shook in your place.
“Do you want me to prove you it’s far from being a boyish infatuation?” a step forward, putting you into action to take a step back. “Your reaction says a lot about that” he stated noticing you fighting the intention to circle the table.
Breathe in, breath out.
“If it’s lust, it means little and dies quickly” you breathed, your chest falling and raising faster. You were raging, with… something.
“If it was just lust, I would’ve snapped years ago” he burked rolling his shoulders back.
You snorted.
“I am not trying to force anything on you” he took another step your way.
You stood still. Hold your ground, you kept saying to yourself.
“And the last thing I want is for us to fell apart” just few feet away from each other now, you looking up at him “But you’re putting a hell lot of work for this denial, because you’re looking at me different than you’ve used to as well.”
A sharp intake of breath. You realised it was yours. From this proximity he could hear. And you weren’t looking at him, focusing your absent gaze on his chest, searching for composure. Suddenly his fingers appeared under your chin, tilting your head up delicately. You gave in, exhausted, almost.
“Sweet dreams, we’ll see each other tomorrow” he smiled with reassurance in his eyes, honest and with gentleness “And the day after that, and day after that” his thumb grazed your under chin when he whispered these words to you.
You narrowed your eyes trying to get an answer to the true meaning of this promise. But he left your room before your smart mouth could work proper again.
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tiramisuucakeee · 5 days ago
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PASSIFLORA ★
( latina idol! reader x idol! lee heeseung )
IN WHICH: a latina debuts in a k-pop group, and lee heeseung finds himself liking everything sweet about her.
BTW: no specific country mentioned. some spanish dialogue.
DC: mi gente latino engenes. y el mejor país de chile.
read more !
having debuted in a group as a foreigner wasn’t easy, specially since y/n had a massive language and cultural barrier separating her from her members.
she was crazy talented, and learned how to go around, but the huge backlash from netizens for being different to her members, was definitely making her hold back, becoming shy, even. she did try her best to follow through with everything. though, in the privacy of her dorm room, when making live videos and interacting with online fans, she felt a bit better, being able to talk in her mother tongue with people, remembering where she was from.
sometimes it came in handy, she wouldn’t fall for spanish jokes, nor wear clothing without knowing what the print on the shirts meant. and of course, she attracted an immense amount of attention to the group, like so much.
and with that, also came along an immense amount of people that didn’t like her. because no one can ever be loved by everyone.
so when y/n’s group had to film promotional tiktoks with enhypen, she had to make sure she didn’t get too close to anyone, look at any of them, or smile too much.
which was almost impossible, seeing as this one man called lee heeseung, who was unbelievably confident this day, wanted to greet her like people do in latin america, the kiss, just a little act of kindness so that she would feel comfortable.
y/n was absolutely shocked, as everyone else in the room. it was like time froze, and the people waited for someone to say or do something. both group managers wanted to scold heeseung in that moment for getting too close, but what they didn’t expect was for her to go in for the same greeting, saying how nice it was to finally do that, to be able to greet someone like she normally would.
the situation was ignored for the time being, or at least that’s what it should have been. because on both sides of their agencies, everyone was absolutely panicking.
the girls were telling y/n how insane that was. but y/n paid no mind to it, she thought he was nice and considerate. having lived her whole life in latam before becoming a trainee and moving away, comparing what he did with how latin american boys act, heeseung barely did something, intimacy was very different in both countries. to her, this was just a friendly greeting. though her group members kept pestering her, saying it was a love confession.
on the other hand, heeseung tried to be nonchalant about it, key word, tried. he couldn’t deny feeling like he absolutely messed up. truth was, he didn’t expect his little act of kindness to make him feel some type of way about the girl.
one day, he got a weverse notification from his secret account, and started watching her live video on his computer monitor, with the door wide open, thinking he was home alone.
y/n propped he phone up on the kitchen counter, revealing most of her outfit, which was a football shirt from her country’s selection and sweatpants, before fixing the screen, pointing it towards her bare face.
soon enough, more people started to join the live, sending her love and comments. she had a big grin on her face, and her eyes lit up at that.
“hola a todos, hi everyone!” she waved at the screen, making heeseung’s heart skip a beat.
y/n proceeded to explain what she was doing in korean, with a bit of difficulty and very formally, but she tried her best. before switching back and forth between languages.
“okay, so i got this fruit,” she showed it to the camera, a yellowish type of fruit, covered in brown specs. y/n, started to crack it open, telling everyone how excited she was to try it.
“i’m really happy i found this, it’s called a granadilla and if it’s difficult to find back home, it’s even more difficult to find here. don’t tell anyone this, but i met a woman in the market, who had family living in latin america, and they told me they could get this to me,” she lifted up a plastic bag, with various of the same fruits inside, making a small smile appear in heeseung’s face at her adorable reaction.
“so, i found out we were from the same country and she was like but mi niña are you here on vacation? isn’t it school time back home? and i was like, no, no, todo bien, ya no vivo allá, i’m a singer here, and i’m not even in school anymore. si tengo como venti-tantos años, and the lady looked at me like i was crazy, i don’t know if this happens everywhere, but atleast back home, it’s really shameful if you’re not in college or school, like you are going to be a nobody if you don’t study, that’s probably why she was so shocked, and she also told me i look very young, which is a good compliment for me,” y/n laughed, finally cracking open the fruit, and then heeseung realized how quick she spoke in her native language, besides the point that he had no clue what she was talking about, which made it more interesting.
“i remember coming back home after school when i was a kid, and eating these things cold. so this would be my first one in years, ” she showed the fruit to the camera, picking the inside up with a spoon, and giving it a try, her eyes instantly widened.
“esta demasiado buena, no puede ser,” she gasped, tasting the fruit again. “guys, you have to try this someday, i swear you will like it,” she pointed at the camera.
heeseung instantly took out his phone, searching it up, all while not noticing the rest of the guys who shared dorm with him had arrived, jay, sunghoon and niki.
the youngest one went to go bother heeseung, and stopped in his tracks when he saw him grinning like a mad man at his screen, which was a weird sight, he would usually be infuriated at a video game, but he was doing anything besides that now.
“what are you doing?” niki spoke, clearly seeing y/n on the screen. the oldest one almost jumped from the surprise, and quickly shut down the monitor, trying to act normal, “nothing.”
“is that y/n?” niki squinted his eyes at him. that was when the oldest knew he had been caught, but he would never admit it.
days later, to his luck, they were bound to meet again at a music show.
backstage, heeseung couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest as he waited for her group's performance. the excitement wasn't just for the show, but because he knew he'd get to see y/n again.
he'd been thinking about that smile she gave him earlier before she went on stage. the one that made his heart race. every little interaction between the two of them had him second-guessing how he felt. was it just a crush? or was it something more?
heeseung’s attention snapped to the screen. there she was, performing with her group. and then, as the performance neared its end, y/n did her signature ending fairy, blowing a kiss toward the camera. heeseung's heart skipped. he wasn’t the only one who noticed.
“did you see that?” jungwon, who was standing next to heeseung, grinned mischievously. “she just sent that flying kiss to you.”
heeseung shot him a glare, trying to ignore the way his cheeks flushed at the thought. "no, she didn't," he muttered, though he couldn't hide the slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
once the performance ended, and her group walked backstage, his eyes remained on her, watching as they all bowed to each other for courtesy.
when her eyes met his, it felt like time slowed. there was that brief moment, just a second longer than necessary, where she held his gaze. and then, she smiled at him again, a soft, almost caring smile that had heeseung's heart racing all over again. he quickly returned it, though the warmth in his chest didn’t fade.
afterward, the female group made its way to the resting room. heeseung tried to focus on his own performance, but his thoughts kept drifting to her.
meanwhile, y/n was sorting through her things when a staff member knocked on the door with a delivery.
she opened it, curious, and saw a bag marked with the word passiflora written on it.
y/n thanked the staff and opened the bag, seeing her absolute all-time favorite fruit inside. it was almost incredible, the thought of someone giving her something like this. she was sure it was for her, none of her members even knew about the existence of this fruit.
but what caught her eye the most was the small note tucked carefully beneath the fruit. she pulled it out, unfolding the paper to reveal neat handwriting.
‘ i hope they taste as sweet as you look - l.hs ’
she could practically hear his voice in her head, shy yet warm, as she imagined him scribbling those words. it made her feel strangely light, her heart a little more at ease.
liz, who had been sitting nearby, looked up from her phone with a grin. “spill it. who’s the mysterious fruit sender?”
she chuckled, tucking the note back into the bag. “it’s from him.” she replied, knowing liz would understand.
liz raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “so, what’s going on between you two, huh? you’re both sending each other hearts with your eyes, and now fruit? someone’s got a crush.”
y/n rolled her eyes, though a small laugh escaped. “it’s not like that, liz, i can’t have a crush, i can’t date.”
but before liz could say anything more, y/n’s phone buzzed. she glanced down, seeing an unknown number. with a quick glance at liz, she opened the message.
i hope you got them, and you’d like them too, it wasn’t easy finding a vendor TT
y/n felt her cheeks warm as she read the text. it was from heeseung, obviously. she quickly typed a response, a little flustered.
thanks, heeseung. you really didn’t have to, but i appreciate it
before she could even set her phone down, another message popped up.
i meant every word, and i’ve been thinking about you a lot lately
was this really happening? y/n felt a wave of excitement and a bit of nervousness at the same time. without thinking too much, she typed back quickly.
i’ve been thinking about you too. let’s talk more soon
y/n hit send and placed her phone down, trying to act casual. liz looked at her knowingly, a grin on her face as she teased, “looks like someone’s got it bad.”
she shook your head, though her smile betrayed y/n. “stop teasing, he’s just being sweet,” but even she knew that it was a lie, he wasn’t just being friendly. and if this continued, their agencies would have a field trip with the dating rumors.
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witchinatree · 7 months ago
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i HATE mr bonzo so unbelievably much it's not even funny
i haven't stopped thinking about how much i dislike him and it's been DAYS since mag12. i hate that he still makes me nauseas after that episode. there is no reason for him to be so horrificially monsterous. it's genuinely funny how pathetically evil he is. i find him humorous and am offended that he is frightening. he isn't tragic. he has no sadness. no weakness or suffering for us to sympathize with. he's just some failed children's mascot who eats people. what devastating backstory could they even give him? a kid pissed on his feet one time?? there is nothing these talented writers could ever create that would ever make me feel anything but pure rage towards this horrid clown adjacent mass of flesh and puss. it's devastating when we compare him to any of the TMA avatars. jane prentiss just wanted to be loved, so she let the worms consume her. don't even GET me started on jon. but god damn bulbous bonzo? fuckass chuck-e-cheese drop out who turned to aggressive cannibalism. he does nothing but pure evil with no ounce of remorse that could lead to any amount of sympathy. how dare his nauseating form have any impact on my psyche. he is not worthy of my fear and i hope he explodes in some distant land where his death will not impede on anyone's sanity.
this is NOT hating on the writing in this series at all i think it is wonderful
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