#the drama du jour

[jestbee]

So Dream was up at 4 am to call a guy who posted lies about him and twisted a woman’s experience to fit the narrative that Dream is creepy when nothing bad happened and she never gave permission for him to talk about her. And in the end Dream gave him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn’t trying to spread lies about him on purpose but this is the same guy who openly threatened Dream’s life a few months ago. And he couldn’t even talk to Dream yesterday because he was too drunk (while tweeting lies) (and he’s 18 years old) but now he’s saying Dream is evil for “allowing” an 18 year old to possibly drink when they were all just playing board games and he never even personally invited her over and he doesn’t even know her and she was with an entire group of her own friends and he isn’t her damn father. And even right now said guy is calling Dream a manipulative loser and people are praising him for it even though he’s the one who lied and manipulated the situation. And suddenly everyone loves and follows “the law” but only if it means they can use it against some dude they dislike. When it’s not even illegal in California for an 18 year old to drink at a private location if they’re with people who are 21+. And the girl in question literally had to ask this guy to delete his tweets but he’s still keeping it open-ended it to victimize her against her will and make himself look like some kind of savior of women. Also the fact that Dream knows content creators spread rumors about him behind his back. Yeah if I’M tired of this shit I can’t even imagine how Dream feels. It happens every time he interacts with a woman, even women that are his friends, and people refuse to call it misogyny. I’m going back to bed

You basically summed up the situation, yeah.

I wish Dream could catch a break, and I wish these ccs would take his name out of their mouths. Whatever came before, Dream is very much staying in his lane these days, he is literally in no one's business but his own and so beyond clout hunting I don't see what justification anyone has for coming at him so hard. They make up bullshit reasons based on nothing but rumours, and Dream once again has to defend himself. It's pathetic.

They should work on making their own content better instead of trying to spread lies to their measly 10k followers in an attempt to seem relevant for five minutes.

[jokerlennon]

this cop plotline is. hm. the way this show frames house is fascinating. vaguely at odds with itself as is everyone's attitude towards house bc really what do you do with a guy like this. & the fact that it will all necessarily go back to the way it was before there's 5 more seasons of this . cameron said it as well before it was overshadowed by wilson lying to the police moment idk it's definitely interesting. the horrors of episodic television

[monstersinthecosmos]

Yknow what, it wasn't! But IT ALSO WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Hey PSA re: Bug Behavior;

Leaving unsolicited critique on fanfics is ALWAYS rude and shitty to do, it doesn't matter how kind you are or how helpful you think you're being! That's the point of it being established etiquette. It's etiquette because it's frowned upon. It's not welcome. Don't do it. You are in the wrong. lol.

This is a really good thread.

[lifewithaview]

Alec Baldwin and Hubert Point-Du Jour in Dr. Death (2021) Diplos

S1E1

Two doctors investigate the maiming and death of patients at the hands of a Dallas neurosurgeon.

*Based on the actual circumstances shown in this series and the years that slid by with horrific things happening to Duntsch's patients, various special "Lessons Learned from the Dr. Death circumstances" webinars and workshops have been created for hospital administration personnel, physicians, RNs, hospital technicians, medical/physician oversight Boards, etc. For example see the Lessons Learned from Dr. Death webinar by Hardenbergh Group

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Second Choices

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I hope this makes sense lol. I opened my planning doc for the next part of Triad, read the three sentences I had written there, and then closed it and went back to a random drabble in my notes app that exploded into this. So… enjoy, I guess? There will be three parts of this total, so click here to be added to the taglist to be notified when those go live!

Warnings: Angst, drinking, drug use (slightly forced, if you squint?), a little hint of smut at the end but it doesn't progress very far

“Y/N is a bitch,” Braelie whined, voice echoing out from the restroom’s open door. Mor sighed, snapped the cap back onto her signature red lip gloss, then turned towards Cassian’s female-du-jour. She was pretty, in an artificial sort of way. Her foundation, a shade too light, was caked on with a thick layer of matte powder that swallowed the light when it hit her face, leaving her skin dull and sullen. The dark eye makeup and too-bright lipstick made her look like a doll, and not the kind for children.

“Listen, Brae,” Mor hoped that using a nickname would soften the major blow she was about to land. She reached out and laid a light, comforting hand onto one bony shoulder. “Y/N and Cassian have been friends for a long time. I won’t lie to you, sometimes the lines get blurred when they’re both single. She’s probably having some complicated feelings, since you’re so pretty,” Mor rushed to add that last part when Braelin’s lower lip wobbled. Then she prayed to the Mother for your forgiveness and said, lowering her voice to a whisper, “she’s probably just jealous.”

That put a spark back into Braelie’s eyes, and Mor cringed. She added Cassian to her list of prayers as Braelie flounced away in search of him.

Cassian hovered with his hand on the doorknob, ready to duck out the side door to sneak in a quick smoke break while Braelie freshened up with Mor. 

Braelie was hot, sure, but Cauldron she was dumb. If Cassian had to hear the words, “wait, really?” one more time, he might not make it long enough to get her into his bed tonight. Just a few puffs of mirthroot would dull the edges of his brain enough to find her cluelessness endearing. 

She wasn’t the most exciting company, but she was reliable, and he needed that. He’d broken things off with Skyla three weeks earlier and knew that he was dangerously close to doing the one thing he wore he’d stop doing, so he went out one night, alone, and found Braelie. 

After overhearing Mor’s words, he felt guilt roiling deep in his gut. So he smoked half a joint and headed back inside. He danced with her and thought of you. Walked her home and thought of you. She invited him in for a drink and pressed her too-pink lips against his. 

He thought of you. 

Afterward, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and waited until her breathing slowed before sneaking out through the window. He shoved off of the sill and let his wings fully expand, catching the wind and sending him soaring into the early morning sky. 

—

You hadn’t meant for Cassian’s latest fling to overhear you calling her a “Cauldron-damned floozy,” but it had happened anyway. 

“She’s soooooo annoyingggg,” you slurred, taking another swig from the wine glass in your hand. You let your head fall back until it landed on Azriel’s shoulder. He chuckled and you felt his shadows nipping at your cheeks, lightly scolding you for being bitchy. They tickled like tiny, ice-cold kisses, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. “Seriously, Az. I dunno what Cas sees in her. She’s just another Cauldron-damned floozy, good for keeping his bed warm and not much else.” 

Mor had managed to redirect Braelie towards the restrooms after that, leaving you alone in the booth with Az, completely oblivious. 

Azriel’s shadows had alerted him to her presence, and a smirk graced his lips. He sensed some major drama brewing and relished in his position at the sidelines. 

“Why, Y/N, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound jealous,” he drawled. You let your head loll to the side so you could glare at him, which coaxed a bark of laughter from his lips. 

—

The first coherent thought you had the next morning was water. I need water. You dragged yourself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom, gulping mouthful after mouthful straight from the faucet. 

But water could only do so much for a hangover, so you threw a robe over your pajamas and tiptoed down the Townhouse stairs. It was nearing noon but, based on the disheveled state everyone had returned in last night, you didn’t want to risk waking anyone and incurring their hungover wrath. 

Outside the kitchen, you heard low, muffled voices and paused to listen before entering. Mother forbid you end up interrupting Cassian and Braelie’s post-coital feast. Cauldron, even her name was annoying. 

“I just don’t understand why Y/N would say something like that,” you heard Cassian say, wincing as memories from last night flooded your brain. 

“Look, Y/N’s your best friend, I’m sure she’s just feeling put out now that you’re spending so much time with Braelie,” Az said, careful to keep his tone neutral. 

“Well she doesn’t have to be such a bitch about it.” 

You turned away and snuck back up the stairs to change into real clothes, deciding that breakfast at your favorite cafe was in order. Preferably paired with a mimosa or five. 

— 

Az sighed and took a sip of tea to buy himself some time to think. He’d stayed up with Mor until sunrise, talking about their clueless friends. 

While your comments about Cassian’s love life had been funny the first few times, after more than three decades, it was getting old. They recognized a pattern repeating itself ad nauseam; Cassian gets a new girlfriend, you distance yourself from him and start grumbling about the girls’ flaws, then when Cas eventually dumped her you’d be back to being best friends like no time had passed at all. And if you both happen to be single, well, sometimes after smoking too much mirthroot you’d end up all over each other. In a friendly way, of course. 

This time, though, you’d been much more open about your hatred for Braelie despite the fact that she was one of the more tolerable ‘floozies’  they’d had to deal with over the years. She was dumb but harmless, and soon enough Cassian would tire of her, resetting the cycle once again. 

So they’d decided to divide and conquer; Mor was going to try and get it through your thick skull that you’re in love with Cas, while Az was tasked with showing the General what was right in front of him. 

Easier said than done. So he decided to go for the jugular. 

“Well, it’s not like you have the best track record with females. Maybe Y/N’s gotten tired of playing nice when you’ve got someone new on your arm every other week.”

“Last I checked that wasn’t a crime.” 

Az held his hands up, raising one eyebrow at Cas. 

“Don’t shoot the messenger. If it’s really bothering you, why don’t you talk to her? I’m sure if you asked her to lay off Braelie she would.”

Cas ducked his head to hide the heat rushing to his face and mumbled something incoherent into his chest. 

“Sorry, brother, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my shadows laughing at your blush.”

“I broke up with her this morning,” Cas growled, tightening his grip on the mug in his fist. 

Azriel cackled, laughter only growing louder when Cas glared at him. 

“It’s not funny,” Cas insisted, launching his teaspoon over the table. Az’s shadows caught it before it could make contact, turning Cas’s glare into a downright glower.  

“Alright, alright, it’s not funny. You’re just predictable, that’s all.” 

After stewing in silence for a few minutes, Cas felt his self control crumbling. Words bubbled up from his chest, through his throat, and then he was rambling. 

“I overheard Mor telling Braelie that Y/N was jealous of her,” he pushed his chair back and started pacing back and forth across the kitchen. “And at first I thought, no way, that’s crazy, if Y/N was jealous I would know. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. She always gets weird whenever I’m dating someone, right?”

“Maybe you should talk to her about it,” Az suggested, leaning back in his seat. Just a friend offering a casual, off-the-cuff solution to a problem he knows nothing about. 

“Yeah, maybe…”

—

Mor tracked you down later that afternoon, sprawled out on a blanket next to the Sidra and halfway through a bottle of vintage red imported from the Summer Court. 

“Heyyy,” you greeted her, pushing yourself up into a sitting position and holding the bottle out towards your friend. “Come to join the pity party?” 

Mor eyed you, curiosity and amusement sparking behind her honey brown eyes, and she accepted your offering. 

“And why are we having a pity party?” she asked, plopping down next to you and taking a long pull from the bottle. 

“Cause I fuck everything up, duh.” You flopped back down, this time onto your stomach. “Cassian hates me, but whatever. I’m sure he and Braelie are going to be very happy together.”

Mor had to force her eyes not to roll at your drunken dramatics. 

“I’m gonna find a boyfriend, that way when they break up Cas can’t come crawling back to me with his dick in his hand. See how he likes it.” You made grabby hands for the bottle but Mor shook her head, keeping it held just out of your reach. 

“Or you could try telling him how you feel?” She suggested, casually, as she took another sip. 

You scoffed, hiccuping giggles following as you struggled to keep your composure as mixed emotions ebbed and flowed through your body. 

“Tell him how I feel? Should I tell him it makes my skin itch whenever he dances with another girl? Tell him that I haven’t been able to finish with anyone else since the first time he fucked me? Or maybe I should tell him that he’s my mate, good idea, Mor. Maybe that will make him fall in love with me!” 

Mor let her eyes roll this time, patting you on the back. But when you flipped onto your back, she saw the pain and longing etched into the lines on your face and stared deep into your eyes, waiting for you to laugh and say it was just a joke. 

Unease settled in her stomach. 

“Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked. 

“He’s my Cauldron-damned mate, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s too busy burying himself in the hordes of females fawning all over him to notice how much it hurts.” 

“Y/N…how long have you known?” 

“Four years,” you whispered, throwing an arm over your eyes to hide your tears from your oldest friend.

“Oh, babe,” she sighed, tugging you up into her arms. The dam behind your eyes broke and sobs wracked your body while the gears in Mor’s brain started turning. 

When you finally settled in her lap, tears dried up, she hauled you to your feet. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” 

All you managed to mutter was, “Not the Townhouse,” before she winnowed you away.  

—

Cassian dodged Azriel’s attempts at cheering him up in favor of sulking at the kitchen table all day, waiting for you to wake up. 

When it was nearing dinner time, he sighed and put together a tray of tea and pastries to bring up to you as a peace offering. But after knocking politely on your door for five minutes straight, worry started worming its way into his stomach and he threw open the door to reveal your bed, perfectly made and empty. 

“Fuck,” he growled, throwing the tray down the hallway where it crashed against the wall, broken bits of pottery clattering to the ground. He’d wasted all day waiting for you when you were out doing Mother knows what with Mother knows who. 

Screw apologies, he was on a warpath now.  

He trekked through the busy streets of Velaris looking for any sign of you, starting at Amren’s apartment and making his way through your favorite shops and restaurants with no success. Just when he was about to give up, assuming you were holed up with a male somewhere, he saw Mor ducking into one of the small cafes near the Sidra. 

“Mor!” he shouted, jogging to catch the door before it closed behind her. She turned around, and a look of shock flashed across her face before it smoothed into cool indifference. 

“Cassian,” she said, nodding at him before turning to the hostess stand. “I’m here to pick up a takeout order for Morrigan.” 

The hostess nodded and disappeared into the kitchen to grab the food. Cas reached out and grabbed Mor’s wrist, tugging her around to face him.  

“Where is she?” he asked, barely able to contain the rage flowing through his veins. 

“Not now, Cas,” Mor sighed, wrenching her arm from his grasp. “Trust me. Just give her some space.” 

“I can’t,” he growled, siphons glowing as if they were attempting to warn her that his magic was sizzling just beneath the surface. It felt like something was pulling him along, the desire to find you growing stronger the longer he looked. “I need to find her. Please, Mor.”

The hostess came back and handed a bag to Mor, who promptly turned around and dumped it into Cas’s arms. 

“Fine, then you can take this up to the House of Wind for me. I have some errands to run, you have an hour.” Cas’s face relaxed and he nodded, about to open his mouth to thank her when she waved a hand at him to dismiss him. 

But when they were back outside, she turned around to flash a sickly sweet smile at him. 

“Oh, and Cassian?” His eyes widened as he froze in place, wings spread and ready to take off. “If you hurt her, I will feed you to Bryaxis.” 

With that, she disappeared and Cassian took to the skies wondering what would be waiting for him when he arrived. 

— 

On the back deck of the House of Wind, you stood leaning against the railing, music swirling around you as you watched the sun sink behind the buildings of Velaris below. Lights blinked on one by one until the whole city was filled with twinkling stars.

With a joint in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, your mind was finally, blissfully, numb. Only the subtle ache deep in your core served as a reminder of your unfortunate situation, but even that was starting to dull. 

Of course, your peaceful night had to be ruined by the one male you had no desire to see. The sound of flapping wings and rushing of air past your face gave you a split-second warning, and then Cassian dropped to the ground behind you. 

You turned around and held the hand with the joint lazily balanced between two fingers at your forehead. 

“General Bloodshed, or whatever the fuck,” you said, wobbling on unsteady feet as you saluted him. Then you lowered your hand and took a long drag, holding the smoke in your lungs for as long as physically possible before letting it out in a steady stream pointed in his direction. “Come to fight for your fair maiden’s honor, or just to rub it in my face that you’re getting laid and you don’t need me anymore?”

“Y/N,” he said, all the anger draining from his body as he took in the bags under your eyes and the heavy winter clothes hanging off your frame even though Summer was right around the corner. It was like he was seeing you for the first time after a long mission away, noticing how much weight you’d lost, how tired your body looked. 

He set the food down on one of the lounge chairs and took slow, careful steps towards you. 

“Y/N,” he repeated, “What’s going on?”

“Nothin’, Cassie, nothin’ at all,” you said, pausing to hiccup before continuing. “I don’t care about Braelie, I don’t care about you, I don’t care about anything.” You thrust your arms out wide and turned to face the sunset, which was now casting a golden glow onto Velaris. “I’ve got a hot date with my fingers later, and I probably won’t even think about you.”

Cas ignored the heat flaring up low in his belly at the mental image that flashed behind his eyes. 

“Hey,” he whispered, coming up next to you and prying the joint from your hand. “Gimme that.” 

You turned to face him, lower lip stuck out in a pout. 

“Why? So you can leave me here and go get high with Braelie? I bet she’s real mouthy. You like em loud, don’t you? Like when females beg for that big Illyrian cock?”

Your voice got higher and higher, becoming breathless as you rambled on, letting all of your deepest, darkest, pent-up thoughts and feelings fall from your lips. Even though you knew you’d regret it in the morning, in the moment it felt so good to let them go. 

“Y/N, stop, just take a breath. I’m not going to leave you, okay!” Cassian stubbed out the joint and tossed it aside, putting his hands on your shoulders to force you to look at him. “I’m not going to see Braelie, I broke up with her this morning.” 

Your eyes glazed over as you looked him up and down, a lazy smirk blooming on your lips. 

“Ohhhh, I see how it is,” you drawled, waving a hand to summon the joint to you. Snapping your fingers to spark it back to life, you took another deep hit and then stuffed the unlit end into Cas’s mouth. He tried to protest but you held firm until he finally inhaled. Its effects hit immediately, and you watched as his shoulders drooped, muscles relaxing. With a wicked grin, you dropped from his loosened grip to your knees, palming his dick through his leathers. “Want me to kiss it better, put your broken heart back together?” 

A war waged behind Cas’s eyes; on the one hand, the mirthroot was clouding his judgment and lust threatened to take over at the sight of you looking up at him with wide eyes.  

On the other hand, he had set out to make things right, to talk to you and figure out the true nature of your feelings for him. Sleeping with you would send the wrong message. 

“Y/N, stop,” he grunted, pulling his hips back and shoving your hand away. 

“What?” you asked, your pout back in full force. “Want me to beg for it first, cause you know I will? Know I’ll give you anything you want?” You shoved yourself up to your feet, pushing onto your tiptoes so your narrowed eyes bore right into Cassian’s. 

He felt the tension that had been building all day melt away—the anger, the frustration, the confusion—all of it was gone with a snap of golden magic that flooded his body. 

You felt it, too, from your side of the bond, could see the moment it registered behind those hazel eyes. It felt like the bond was on your side, snapping just in time to help you prove a point.

“I’m done being your second choice, mate,” you snarled, plucking the joint from his hand before turning around and stalking into the house, leaving him stranded alone in the darkness. 

[happydazy82]

Coffee Hour

CRISIS, 11/10/2024

"I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble." Helen Keller

This past week was filled with drama, disappointment (for many), disillusionment, etc. Our grief will go on, to paraphrase the Titanic song. It would be easy to simply fold up our lives and disengage with everything and everyone with whom we are disappointed, but I think that does an injustice to both ourselves and those who need us. It is for such times as these we must simply do the next indicated thing, whatever that might be. Like my Stunt Double du Jour, we must simply prepare for the next stage in our journey and see if we can't iron out our differences. © keefderpoet, 2024

[nikethestatue]

It's hilarious how almost every day, there is some kind of Drama Du Jour from Gwynriels. They are so unsettled.

First it's the Taylor Swift song, then it's Regency Romance couples, then It's Spotify, then it's the birthday month debacle, not to forget all the conflicting Weeks, and now it's going after celebrities and screaming at them to read the bonus chapter.

What is going on with you all? You okay?

[termagax]

i dont get pretentious about a lot of status symbols on tumblr because like we're all on tumblr but the one thing i will say is that ive never remade or changed urls or anything like that to escape drama. i literally just ride the wave i always outlast the other guy. my strong zenlike spirit. nothing can shake me. a man could attack me in the streets over my bad opinions on the discourse du jour and rest assured id be on here two minutes later blogging about the smell of a fictional characters asshole

[jerzwriter]

The amount of issues that could be avoided if people had the decency and maturity to speak to each other like civilized human beings instead of resorting to the more commonly used methods here, like anon hate, vagueing, and passive-aggressive posts that are clearly targeting a person or group.

In the three years I have been on this hellsite, I have witnessed how these "methods" turn minor issues into outright, unnecessary wars.

Here is some information for those who are unaware:

Anon hate is douchey and wrong. If you send it, you're a douche and wrong. Period. If you can't understand that, please stop reading because you are already beyond help.

Unless someone has notifications set for you, there is an excellent chance that your intended target will not even see your vague/passive-aggressive rants.

Then, when said vague/passive-aggressive rant goes unanswered and ignored, the person or mob behind it festers, simmers, and becomes more outraged.

Bruh. They probably never even saw it, and if they did, they may not known it was directed at them. Now, the problem is 10 times bigger and, best of all, the original problem was never even addressed, much less solved!

Here's another tip:

Don't always assume the worst about someone!

Especially when you never bothered to communicate with them. You're making blind assumptions when you have little or no facts. Trust me, unless you're a mind reader, you don't know. You're not that smart, babes. Trust me. I'm not, either. TALK like grownups. It's much easier than all the bullshit that arises because of the above.

Now, you may be saying, "Hey, yeah, but aren't you vagueing/targeting right now, too?"

I'm sure some will take it that way. Since they likely won't reach out to me directly, they'll take their skewed logic as gospel and insist that they know my motivation. They'll also insist it's regarding "this" fandom event or whatever our drama du jour is.

Well, absolutely no one knows my motivation except me. So I'll make it clear. This is not geared toward any specific event, past or present, but an amalgamation of everything I've seen and experienced in the past three years. My motivation is two-fold. 1) I'm letting off steam, but, more importantly, 2) it is my sincere hope that people will see this, think about how they act and interact with others, and try to be better people.

I'm sure the fandom mind readers will dismiss what I just said and assign motivation to me. Have at it. I don't care.

No one knows my motivation except me, and no one knows my desired end goal, either. My desired end goal Is that everyone, myself included, will reflect more on how they behave and treat other people. I assure you, doing this will save others, the fandom, and, more importantly, it will save yourself a whole hell of a lot of unnecessary distress.

It's not that hard. Be better.

[jestbee]

kinda crazy how just a little bit of public support from content creators makes me feel so much better about anything shitty happening to dream. i hope this makes dream feel better too

By the sounds of what Sapnap said on stream he's got his boys in his corner so I'm sure he feels very supported. But also it's very nice to see Velvet and Punz saying some good shit.

[absolutebl]

Hi! Why do so many BLs have one character meet the other when they were a child and love them since then…. I’m watching History 5 and the second couple has this trope with the older one loving the child but loads of them have a child ‘loving’ the older guy for years (Minato, second couple in History 4, lovely writer)

Is this a common trope in non-BL Asian dramas? Maybe I’m missing some cultural aspect but it makes me feel a bit weird… I’m fine when they both meet as children but when one’s a child and one’s an adult it feels off to me!

We Met As Kids, Therefore I Love You

Yes, it's a super common trope in ALL Asian romances.

There's a human cross-cultural claim-to-care around having met someone "first" giving one person priority to another's affection and in their life.

For example, think about how many fans (of say a Kpop group or band or actor) will claim to be "better" or morally superior to other fans of that same talent, because they have have liked that group/person "since the beginning" or "before they were famous." How about those who claim superiority because they read the book before the TV series became popular?

To have loved something FIRST is often allied with being better at loving it, there is a value judgement to longevity of association. (This is also true around disliking someone/something first.)

There isn't a name for this logical fallacy, although there should be. I would say something like appeal to tradition argumentum ad antiquitatem (which is a red herring fallacy). So appeal to time, argumentum ad tempus?

(The 8th Sense is doing some VERY interesting things to philosophically battle this concept right NOW, actually.)

Narratively speaking, if you have only a short amount of time to unfold the story (for example We Best Love) this trope gives writers a quick way to justify pining and affection (usually from the seme character). So backstory can be cribbed for character development. That character is already in love, so we don't have to show him falling in love, only one character is in play for that.

In longer narratives (like Word of Honor, Lovely Writer) this is a secret that gets to be slowly uncovered and explored as a plot point. If you have them meet as children, or when one is a child then it justifies one character not remembering the other (because peoples appearances change from childhood to adulthood).

I think the popularity in Asian dramas in particular has to do with collectivist cultures and family obligation/intimacy priority. To have known (or met) someone as a kid adds a level of intimate connection that justifies any affection that much more than meeting later in life.

There's a very funny scene in Kdrama (noona romance) Thumping Spike (recommended) that directly mocks this trope. Near the end the main couple openly together and they are in the car with the (former) love triangle dude. He lost, even though he's the one with the childhood crush. He directly combats this concept by saying (basically): If longevity guaranteed romance, I should be married to the grandma who runs my local convenience store.

Another well known Kdrama that combats this trope is Strong Woman Do Bong Soon (recommended) which goes out of its way to have the love triangle character who would normally lose the girl, actual win her this time. (So the one who loses is the moot crush from childhood.)

In BL, I tracked this one for a while:

Also here are a few BLs that DO NOT use this trope:

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[aloysiusrpg]

ce que je déteste sur les forums rps

vu que certain(e)s le font, autant que je m'y mette, non ?

Les forums ù y'a zéro diversité (des membres, principalement des nanas blanches), tu regardes dans les scénarios, tu voies que des mecs hétéros attendus, et blancs aussi de surcroit. un petit +1 quand le forum a la prétention de se sentir inclusif. m d r

les forums où el staff avait fixé une limite de 3 comptes. puis quand le staff a eu ses trois comptes, la règle change bizarrement à 6. et quand ils ont atteint les 6 comptes, la règle a changé à 9. tu cliques sur leur profil sur la PA et tu vois leurs 1872 dcs affichés. tu sais que si tu tentes un de leur scénarios, t'auras le droit à une réponse tous les deux mois car ils ont pas le temps (et d'autres rps avant toi).

les nanas qui se prônent comme des social justicières warriors, elles guettent toutes les ouvertures de forum dans l'unique but de placader un message bien salty dans la partie invité le jour de l'opening, histoire de bien afficher les méchants admins. (alors qu'un an avant, c'est elles qui faisaient ça en pire mais du jour au lendemain, elles ont décidé qu'elles seraient prétresses du rpg)

les gens qui vont dans les serveurs discords en attendant la pré-ouverture dudit foru. ça critique h24, remet en question sans arrêt les annexes, etc. ou demande la rédaction de 15 annexes en plus pour au final... ne pas s'inscrire sur le forum. cassez-vous sérieux.

les gens qui ont 4839886 triggers warnings (dont des tws qui sont homosexualité) mais l'homosexualité te trigger ? tu te rends compte de ce que tu dis ? et j'sais pas, le plaisir de la lecture, la rencontre avec l'inconnu. oui, on peut avoir des tws mais si ten as pour tout ou n'importe quoi, sorry not sorry, le rp n'est peut être pas fait pour toi.

les gens qui se jugent supérieurs (par ex. parce qu'ils font pas du smut) et qui adorent faire du slutshaming. bah écoute, chacun ses envies de rp. parfois, je fais du smut, parfois j'en fait pas, du dépend du perso et du contexte. et si t'évites un quelconque lien avec mon perso parce que ta grandeur te l'empêche, tant pis pour toi tho.

les gens avec qui t'as un rp. toutes les 3 semaines t'as une réponse, mais par contre, tu vois l'autre personne répondre 4893729 fois à la personne qui est son lien love interest. et quand tu te demandes où ça en est, elle te rep "beh le rp n'est plus d'actualité, il s'est passé 100 choses depuis". sans blague, j'ai bien vu quand j'attendais.

les gens qui se cachent derrière 10 troubles pour justifier leur mauvaise éducation. non, j'peux pas. bonus pour les personnes qui critiquent un comportement alors qu'une semaine avant/après, elles font la même chose.

les gens qui posent un scénario love en te disant qu'ils finiront endgame mais au bout de 76892 dramas et de 83 années. et donc, tu tentes de prendre et au bout de 5 rps, tu comprends qu'avec eux, ton perso n'évoluera jamais. fin, j'sais pas, des persos peuvent être en couple et avoir du drama, c'est pas incompatible. pourquoi les faire tourner autour pendant 150 ans ? la vie est trop courte.

les gens qui ne rpent et ne commentent les fiches que de leurs copaines. oui d'accord, restez entre vous (et faites vous un foru privé sérieux à ce point là)

bref, je critique, je critique mais heureusement y'a des chouettes forums, des choeuttes rpgistes, oui parfois y'a pas le feeling, oui, on peut pas tous s'entendre (et encore mon coté bisounours me fait dire qu'on est adultes et qu'avec un p'tit peu d'efforts de la part de chacun des cotés, y'aurait aucun soucis) mais bon, y'a encore et toujours de belles rencontres que je fais, même quinze ans après mon arrivée dans la sphère rpgique.

[ptns-orageuses-rpg]

LES MINI-JUSTICIERS

Il y a l'oiseau qui siffle : l'un de leur blase en TT pour leur dernière vidéo, leur dernier stream. Les Mini-Justiciers, c'est une alliance : ce sont des altéré·es qu'ont commencé à percer sur la toile. Iels ont trouvé ça pertinent de s'comparer à ce dessin-animé de notre jeunesse. Plutôt que de rester chacun·e dans leur coin, iels profitent ensemble, se promeuvent, s'aident. Parce que s'afficher avec leurs altérations, ça rapporte son lot de problèmes.

Plus ou moins politiques dans leur propos : leur image le reste. Iels se mettent en contact avec les Zarbi·es, font des streams caritatifs pour le Refuge de Bescel. Iels promeuvent une vie altérée normalisée, affichée : des tutos beautés plus inclusifs et des vlogs dans les catacombes. Sûrement qu'iels s'attendaient pas à ça, lorsqu'iels ont allumé pour la première fois leur caméra. Maintenant, iels incarnent le porte-parole d'une communauté qui n'a jamais eu accès à la notoriété.

WALIBY — nb / m (libre) • ≈ 30ans

L'influenceur préféré de ton influenceur préféré ; le plus populaire des altéré·es sur la toile. D'abord, connu pour ses tutos beautés, c'est aujourd'hui un mec avec autant de casquettes qu'il fait de trucs. C'est rare de le voir tourner seul, souvent il s'accompagne d'autre mini-justiciers. Ce qui le porte, c'est son sentiment de justice, un devoir de protection qu'a éclot dans son passé. A toutes les manifs, il est là ; à chaque drama, il monte au créneau. Un peu trop sauveur, parfois ; il est du genre à serrer le poing sans pour autant se contenir. La décision de faire les mini-justiciers vient de lui. Ses apparitions sont plus sporadiques sur ses chaines persos, c'est quelqu'un de très occupé. C'est un bosseur avec des idées de grandeur pour la communauté. Son entourage a parfois juste un peu peur de le voir se brûler les ailes au soleil. Mais qui n'est pas utopiste ne peut avancer selon lui.

FT. Omar Apollo, ...

LA ROSE — f / nb (libre) • ≈ 30ans TW - guerre.

Mioche, elle a connu les obus, le feu et la faim. Immigrée avec papa, elle arrive en France sans un mot de la langue à De Veil. Son histoire est une vraie sucess story : l'exception à la panne de l'ascenseur social. Elle s'fait d'abord connaître pour de la chanson, des reprises, puis ses propres morceaux. Aujourd'hui, c'est un large sourire qui dirige son entreprise. Omniprésente sur les réseaux, TikTok et YouTube, les gens suivent son quotidien et le soir : c'est pas rare de danser sur ses 16. Engagé·e à la cause altérée, c'est une proche du Refuge de Bescel. Elle signe des chèques, organise des actions caritatives. Les droits de l'enfant, ça lui parle : c'est les premiers opprimés quand les rues se transforment en tranché. Elle n'a pas peur de balancer une story militante, malgré les grimaces de sa maison de disque. Une franchise que personne lui reproche, au contraire.

FT. Dua Lipa, ...

GAB' — nb / m (libre) • ≈ 25ans

Les gens attendent ses vidéos comme la sortie du prochain film. Spécialiste des longues productions, c'est un passionné de musique et de cinéma. Il retrace des histoires d'acteurs, de musicienne : n'hésite pas à faire découvrir des altéré·es dans le lot. C'est LE jeune cool et branché : chaque upload, c'est le TT et la toile qui parle que de ça pendant deux jours. Il raconte bien, filme bien. Il incarne cette porte ouverte sur la culture sans verbe soporifique. Son rêve, ça a toujours été de faire son propre film. Il s'est rabattu sur YouTube, mais garde ce but dans un coin de sa tête. Gab', c'est ce mec chill, le type qu'a l'air de jamais paniqué. C'est une source sûre, un mec d'une sensibilité profonde et d'une apaisante maturité émotionnelle. C'est un très bon pote d'Adams et Puzzle, s'invite souvent dans leur prod'. Mais c'est surtout le meilleur ami d'Olympus, c'est lui qu'il l'a fait découvrir autour d'une des vidéos les plus regardées de sa chaine.

FT. Luka Sabbat, ...

ADAMS — nb (libre) • ≈ 25ans TW - horreur.

Iel a une altération qui fait flipper, en rapport avec le paranormal. Adams a décidé que ce serait le problème des autres, pas le sien. Le fait qu'elle ne gobe plus de Kataline, c'est le plot twist que tout le monde a vu arriver. Ses vidéos ? Du qui fait peur, de l'horreur, de la bonne vieille chasse aux fantômes vibe bug de l'an 2000. On compte plus ses feat avec Puzzle, toujours paumé·es dans les catacombes, toujours à escalader une grille d'un lieu abandonné. Les gens les ship, c'est vrai qu'iels ont une proximité étrange. Ça a le mérite d'être un secret mieux gardé que sa non-prise de médocs. Adams vit dans les catacombes, c'est pas parce qu'elle est pas techniquement recherchée qu'elle fait la maline dehors. C'est une petite figure là-bas, profite de son temps libre pour aller au Refuge. Le soir, c'est pas rare de le·a croiser en soirée, iel regrette un peu l'anonymat parfois : mais heureusement les altéré·es sont plus respectueux·ses sur ce genre de trucs.

FT. Lizeth Selene, ...

PUZZLE — f / nb (libre) • ≈ 25ans

Quand les journalistes parlent d'elle, ils utilisent des expressions à soupirer genre : « haute en couleur » ou « petit bout de femme surprenante ». La vérité, Puzzle c'est la meuf la plus drôle du YouTube game fr. Jamais fatiguée, toujours prête à renouveler son format : elle s'est spécialisée dans les voyages atypiques et les vlogs d'urbex. Elle a un petit problème de conservation, adore mettre sa vie en danger. Kiffe conduire sur circuit, s'amuse à faire du parkour sur les toits de Paris. Mais ce qu'elle préfère plus que tout, c'est trainer dans les pattes d'Adams. Les vidéos de Puzzle ont toujours un fond de philosophie. Elle parle énormément d'acceptation de son altération, elle montre les incroyables possibilités du corps altéré. Elle-même, elle subit les humeurs d'une altération vénère : ça ne rend que ses exploits plus impressionnants. Son militantisme s'étend sur la création des branches altérés dans les sports, dans les activités : son rêve, c'est d'arriver à faire des JO altérés.

FT. Deba Hekmat, ...

OLYMPUS — f / nb (libre) • ≈ 25ans TW - mort.

C'est bizarre d'être introvertie et d'être connue. Sa vie c'est une succession de hasard bizarre et d'imprévu chelou. C'est loin d'être un long fleuve tranquille, c'est plus une courte cascade sur des rapides déchainées. Elle prend souvent la flotte, Olympus, l'impression de noyer et de pagayer pour rien. Dans la liste des choses qu'elle garde privée : elle a été hébergée et sauvée par les Misérables. Et elle est morte, une fois : c'était un jour de pluie. Olympus travaille avec les boules de poil et les écailles. C'est une passionnée d'animaux avec des études de véto avortée. Elle a une connexion avec tous les êtres vivants, elle adore même les plantes. C'est la meuf qui travaille en collab avec la SPA, joint l'association à celle du Refuge de Bescel. C'est surtout sur insta et TikTok qu'elle émerge, même si, avec les mini-justiciers, c'est sur toutes les plateformes qu'elle se produit maintenant. Sa popularité, elle a explosé sur cette vidéo en collab avec Gab'.

FT. Ayo Edebiri, ...

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[pogirosary]

How the Rosary Got Its Name

Perhaps no other devotion or prayer, save the Pater Noster, is the center of Catholic reverence than the Rosary. As members of the faithful we keep them close by in our homes and cars, carrying them everyday in our pockets and purses. Despite being a prayer of ubiquity, the thought may never have crossed your mind: how did the Rosary get its name?

The first recorded use of the English word “Rosary” in the strict sense was over 400 years ago in 1597, but the history of one of the Church’s most popular prayers goes back much further.

The use of beads for the repetition of prayer to aid contemplation stems from the earliest days of the Church. Even before the apparition of the Blessed Virgin to Saint Dominic, monks and friars would recite all 150 Psalms as part of their daily prayers and devotions.

They would count out 150 pebbles from a pouch to keep track. Over time laity began using string with knots in it, eventually giving way to pieces of wood. Laity would pray Our Fathers, Paternosters, instead of the psalms as few could memorize them all with a lack of printing presses.

As the tradition of the Rosary developed, so did the usage of rosary beads to pray – a word we have the rosary thank for. Bead comes from the middle English bede, literally meaning “a prayer.”

The word rosary itself comes from the Latin rosarium, meaning a garden or garland of roses. During the Middle Ages, agriculture metaphor was the literary choice du jour. Writing drew comparisons to plowing a field, and collecting prayers was seen as growing a garden or arranging a bouquet. In the most literal sense, the Rosary is a “garden” or “boquet” of prayers.

Symbolic associations with roses and the Blessed Virgin abound Catholicism. Medieval Latin Rosarium was used to refer to a “rose garland for crowning the Virgin.” Over time, the association between the Rosary and rose imagery strengthened – its not hard to imagine that a string of beads can look like a bouquet of flowers. Marian flower symbolism worked its way into the etymological roots of many English words today: the marigold and even the passionflower referring to Mary and the Passion of Christ.

“The rose of charity, the lily of chastity, the violet of humility and the golden gillyflower of heaven.” – Saint Bernard on the Virgin Mary, 12th century.

Pious tradition attributes the association to:

“an early legend which after traveling all over Europe, penetrating even to Abyssinia, connected this name with a story of Our Lady, who was seen taking rosebuds from the lips of a young monk when he was reciting Hail Marys and to weave them into a garland which she placed upon her head.” – Catholic Encyclopedia

“The Rosary is the book of the blind, where souls see and there enact the greatest drama of love the world has ever known; it is the book of the simple, which initiates them into mysteries and knowledge more satisfying than the education of other men; it is the book of the aged, whose eyes close upon the shadow of this world, and open on the substance of the next. The power of the Rosary is beyond description.” – Venerable Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen

[concretejungle-forum]

T'es à la recherche d'un forum où te poser pour bien commencer l'année 2024 ? T'as besoin d'un endroit où passer l'hiver, loin de la vague de froid qui arrive ? Tu ne sais pas où t'installer parce que tous les forums sont écrit en "font-size: 8px;" ? T'as envie de jouer mais t'as une vie et pas l'temps pour qu'on te foute la pression avec un rpg où deux jours d'absence font que tu ne comprends plus rien ? Ne cherche plus, on est là pour toi 👌

CONCRETE JUNGLE est un city sombre situé à Londres et actif depuis l'automne 2023. Centré sur les activités illégales et la vie nocturne, le forum offre cependant plein d'autres possibilités. Que tu veuilles mêler ton personnage à des affaires peu recommandables ou que tu préfères un personnage goût vanille perdu au milieu de la ville, il y a de la place pour toi. Si nous avons un rating +18, ce n'est pas pour du contenu 🌶️ mais juste parce qu'en tant qu'adultes, nous préférons ne pas jour des thèmes 'dark' avec des mineurs·es.

Avant tout, CJ c'est surtout une petite communauté chill et respectueuse où tout le monde peut s'intégrer, que tu sois là avec un prélien, un inventé, en venant seul·e ou avec des potes, timide ou hypersocial·e, très actif·ve ou juste présent·e les week-ends. Il suffit juste d'essayer et hop, on peut y trouver chaussure à son pied / un endroit où s'poser.

Avec un rp/mois demandé et la possibilité de skip les recensements en faisant un coucou au staff parce que le mois est chargé, CONCRETE JUNGLE est centré sur le plaisir de rp. NB : nous avons un serveur Discord mais il n'est pas central à l'intégration, en plus d'être dénué de drama quel qu'il soit 🔥 Si tu veux en savoir plus, tu peux également lire notre ethos qui est la ligne conductrice pour l'ambiance sur le forum ainsi que l'engagement du staff envers les membres. A très bientôt on espère 🫶

[pursuitseternal]

✨Wip Poll✨

Here’s what’s cooking for Pursuits’ Porn du Jour

“Unholier:” Prieststarion returns, Blood kink, corruption smut. Astarion x F character

“Untitled:” AA Breeding his consort art trade, BDSM and breeding, pheromones and bondage

“Untitled:” Archdevil Supreme x Lord Astarion, gift fic 🥹. Banter, flirtation, degradation, switch AA and switch Raph

“NWTA Chapter 7:” The soirée to celebrate Lumina as Lord Astarion’s bride, tensions rise with the spawn and Lumina makes a drastic choice

“Our Blood: Liars’ Night: Chapter 3, Quothe the Raven” Astarion and Cordehlia appear at the Liars’ Night festivities to complete their mission impossible for Gale

Tagging if you wanna share a wip:

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