#these takes only get applauded on one site

[xplrvibes]

malia calling him a boy, she knows his frontal lobe has not developed yet lol

I think this take is hilarious for a few reasons.

But my chief reason is that you're all about calling a man who is in a serious, committed relationship with a girl who he openly supports and promotes on his social media in spite of shit like this an immature man child, while you've got Sam Golbach over there running through women like most people run through sponges, bragging about "ramping up" in his party boy era, and basically trying to creating a bomb cyclone of ghost dolls that he can unwittingly sacrifice his friend to so that he can be the new king of the paranormal.*

One of these things is not like the other.

Also, pretty typical of this fandom, I'd say. Continue to act like Colby's doing some horrible disgusting thing by *checks notes* oh would you look at that? Being in a monogamous relationship with a woman he openly loves and being quite happy to start settling down on his wild ways with her, while shutting those eyes and looking past all the frat boy shit Sam's been up to.

And what's funny is I'm totally going to catch heat for saying that because "don't hate Sam, he hasn't done anything wrong."

Neither has Colby (in fact, I'd say the above signifies serious growth), and yet.

*edited to add: Sam is an adult and can do what he wants as well, and I really don't care what he's up to unless it's hurting himself or others. But the fact that I have had hundreds of asks over the years nitpicking Colby for that behavior and am still getting multiple asks referring to him as a child or an immature boy for the most random reasons while Sam is doing the same stuff and sometimes even more, and it's either crickets or "don't be mean to Sam" is the kind of hypocrisy I feel needs to be highlighted because it illustrates the point we have been saying on here for ages.

[akiranzee]

Characters: Kokushibo, Akaza (separately)

Scenario: Reader is a very talented artist and one day gets the idea to draw on the torso of their demon lover. It's really simple motives, like Koi fish, a pond with some lilies, spider lilies or stuff like that. But readers draws it very well and also takes their time to create art on the body of their lover.

Please don't make anything suggestive. I'm more for a romantic/soft mood.

This went into my mind during class and I can't get rid of the idea. I mean just imagine him staring at you while you're completely focused on your brushstrokes on his abs, wanting it to look as perfect as possible.

I hope you like this request <3

🖌️ • ° ` — \\ “AN ART OF ROMANCE”

╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: kokushibo, akaza x artist!fem!y/n (separated)

╰┈➤ W/C: 0.9k+

╰┈➤ CONTAINS: fluff, nicknames, icing on body, painting on body, & kokushibo and akaza is 35 while reader is 32.

╰┈➤ A/N: HELPP this ain’t rlly the ideal fic but uh hope u like it..?😭👍 [y/i = your initial; y/nn = your nickname]

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★ • ° ` — KOKUSHIBO || 黒死牟:

“wow!! congratulations, y/n-san. you hit it off again!” your co-worker applauded you for your yet again wonderful piece.

“ah.. thank you, so much.” you said embarrassingly. if the you from ten years ago is right here, then surely, she would break down in tears.

“would you like to celebrate your award-winning piece? there’s a company dinner today, and i’m pretty sure everyone would want to see you!!” your co-worker giggled happily, but you could only scratch the back of your head,

“oh.. sorry. about that.. i can’t- i have to go somewhere today..” you glanced at the wall clock nearby, seeing that it’s almost already time.

perhaps your co-worker saw, “ohh, a date with your boyfriend.” she teased.

“wha- how did you know!?” you gasped quite out loud, but she just hushed and pushed you towards the exit, “because you always leave early whenever it’s the twenty-fifth!” and, she waved you off goodbye.

you sighed when you finally gathered your thoughts and walked towards evergreen gardens, a garden that’s known for it’s fresh, vivid green environment, along with a breeze that’s never so cold, and never so hot.

as you reached the entrance of the garden, you had easily spotted your boyfriend — long black-haired with a mixture of crimson tips guy that’s just awkwardly sitting there in a corner.

slowly, you walked towards him, trying to conceal the sounds of your footsteps, and, “boo!”

kokushibo flinched a little, which — obviously, made you break out in laughter.

he just glared at you and turned his back on you.

“ah.. haha! what were you thinking, hmm? so deep in thought?” you walked on the other side of the round table and placed your bag on top, finally resting your tired legs.

“ha ha. very funny.” he deadpanned.

you were still laughing, in which he wasn’t so happy about.

“...and, congratulations.” you tilted your head at what he said.

“...for your piece. it’s all over the internet.” now, this shocked you. this boyfriend of yours wasn’t so techy, barely knowing electronics and stuff, but for some reason — here he is, claiming to have seen your success on the internet!

“well... thank you. now where did you learn, hmm?”

“the site was already open when i opened your laptop.” oh, yeah, you left so early this morning that you forgot to turn off your laptop.

“oh, oops. i hope you know how to shut it down...?” you hoped he did.

“after reading the manual, yes.” you laughed again, while he was sipping from his water.

“wanna order?” he tried to divert the conversation. typical kokushibo, you thought.

“hmm.. it’s still 5PM, though..” but, your stomach growled that you thought everyone in the world had heard.

“let’s eat early so we can go home early. i... have plans.” he said those last three words like a secret, but you still heard it. clearly, even.

you smiled, “okay!”

~~~~~

the sun was already setting, the candles were lit, the breeze was becoming colder, but still not so cold.

your orders were served, with his juicy steak with a side of pasta, and yours with sushi — the best sushi in town, for the record.

“there is something in your chin.” you looked up, from your sushi you completely indulged in that you wished you could always eat forever.

“here.” kokushibo stood up and wiped the little rice on your chin, as you both grinned.

he was always a gentleman, one of his perks that made you fall for him.

“are you almost done eating?” kokushibo asked as he sat back down, you could see him wiping his mouth with a fresh, white napkin, and his empty plate that was once filled with good food.

“almost.” but it didn’t sound like ‘almost’, because of the sushi you had stock up in your mouth, which — in turn, just made kokushibo chuckle.

“have fun eating.” he inquired, leaning back on his chair, slinging his arm lazily on the armchair, while watching you.

it was vague — but he remembered when he took a trip to france due to a business meeting, he had bumped into you right at the center of the eiffel tower.

cliché, like those ones that you see in the movies. his world did not slow down, like those of the movies that they described, but his world did change.

he found out that you used to work at an art studio there, and — somehow knew when you would time out and time in, and in those times, he would walk past the studio just to see you.

it was truly as if his once monotonous life became brighter, for every mornings and afternoons that he had looked up to, you would never be absent.

even after his business meeting, he stayed — inquired for a vacation in france, until you left and realized that you were also from japan.

then, he continued his routine with you, until he had finally mustered up the courage and strike a conversation with you.

it seems, that his memory is still not so vague, after all.

“i am done.” you said, wiping your mouth clean with the soft, white napkin.

he smiled, for after he finished his reminiscence of you, you had immediately appeared in the present, the reality of his life, again.

“where do we go off to?” you asked, as you checked your bag and stood up, whilst kokushibo did the same thing, but stretched and flexed his muscles.

“home.” he said. that was only one word, but it immediately brought a smile to your face. after all, before you met, you did not call your home his home, and he did not call his home your home. but now, in that one word, you would think of going home, together.

he intertwined his fingers with yours, as you both walked down the busy street of new york.

the now glowing lights symbolized that night was coming, that sun was set, and that the air would be much cooler.

the apartment you both lived in together was not so far, just a few streets away, such that you had reached it with no problems.

as you both entered the apartment, as soon as you took off both your coats, kokushibo led you to the bedroom, with a few things added.

there were brushes, paints, water, canvas, palettes, markers, easel, and et cetera.

“i looked at the storage and found that you’ve almost run out of painting supplies. this is my gift to you.” kokushibo extended his hand, for yet another gift — a small box in his hand, while you were still stunned.

you looked down on his hand, as he opened the box to reveal tiny initials, k and (y/i). he wore the necklace to your neck, and clasped it by your nape, as if it would be there, forever.

“i’m sorry... all i got you was a new briefcase..” but kokushibo merely chuckled. “i would take whatever gift from you, y/n.” he held your hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“...isn’t this the paint i’ve always wanted, but always sold out?” your eyes sparkled as you looked at a certain paint.

“...yes. i had to bargain some dealers in order to get that.” and that was when you knew this man would be yours, forever.

you hugged him tight, “i will add another gift, shibo.” you unclasped your arms from around him, and immediately scurried away to wash the paintbrushes, and opened the multiple, endless bottle of paints.

“...what are you planning, y/n?” kokushibo raised an eyebrow as he looked at you smiling giddily, paintbrushes in your hand.

“i want to paint you, shibo.” kokushibo’s eyes widened, “you would be wasting a thousand dollar paint on me, (y/nn).” but, he still lifted his shirt up, reluctantly, revealing the solid fiber of muscles in his chest, to his abdomen, all because he knows he could not — never say no to you.

“but you are art itself, shibo.” shibo. you always called him that. but it felt different, now. it tickled him the same way you’d trace your hand over his body, as if he was your grand trophy, the same way you traced the brush over his muscles, and painted on it, the cold would make kokushibo shiver, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

it took 3 hours, atleast. but it was of a moon, and the ocean underneath it.

“why moon?” he asked, as he looked down on it, upside down.

“because... it reminds me of you, shibo. everytime i walk home without you, i do not feel alone. because i feel as though you are the moon, that is constantly following me until i open the door and step inside our home. the moon does not hurt me like how the sun does. it does not burn my skin, blind me with immaculate brightness, it does not hurt my feet when i touch the grass barefoot.”

and that was all it took for kokushibo to plant a kiss on your lips.

★ • ° ` — AKAZA || アカザ:

“i’m home, kaza!” you heard sizzling by the kitchen, and you just know your boyfriend had cooked you a delicious meal.

“come in!” and yet he yelled from the kitchen, as you stumbled towards him, wrapping an arm around his muscular waist.

“careful, the oil is being a bastard.” but, merely, you giggled.

“wash up, you stink so bad, y/n.” but you playfully smacked his back and even raised your arms, in an attempt to let him sniff your underarm.

in which he playfully swat your arms away, and turned off the stove.

he pecked your lips, “i prepared the bath for you. go now, while i’ll still prepare dinner.”

you giggled, and hopped towards the bathroom, “okayyy.”

“hurry up or else i’ll eat without you!” he yelled, once again from the kitchen.

~~~~~

“i knew it! it’s chicken tonkatsu!” you gleefully exasperated, like a child that had been fed vegetables for consecutive days.

“eat up.” akaza was still chewing his food when he said that, and it made you laugh at how a rice fell out of his mouth.

in which he grumbled quite loudly.

“eat fast, kaza. i wanna do something.” your sheepish grin makes akaza raise one of his eyebrows, “if this is one of your tiktok dance challenge, i am not joining, girl.”

“no, i swear! the icing incident would be the last one..”

“that went viral.” not even minutes passed, but akaza had already finished his food and drank water.

“hehe.. they say you’re good looking, though.” you took a nip off of your chicken tonkatsu, “and, they said the water emphasized your muscles.”

“that does not make me feel good, y/n. if you’re attempting.” but you simply cackled, as you remembered the ‘icing incident’ in which you both danced for a tiktok video, but he accidentally squeezed the icing piping bag to his face while turning around, which caused you to help clean his face with water, that dripped down to his ripped muscles.

and, akaza still had not healed from that.

“oh.. that gives me a new idea, kaza!” but before you could glee in joy, akaza already sent you a warning glare,

“no.” and that was louder than any instruction you had heard in your entire life.

“no, trust! i’ll use the remaining icing, but no filming whatsoever!” you stood up, trying to persuade him.

“you want me to get eaten whole by ants?” he stood up with his plate, and went directly to the sink, not even bothering to look at you.

“oh, c’mon! it’s not like you’ll sleep with it! i just.. want to try drawing on you, okaaay?” you hugged him tight from behind, after also putting your plate on the sink.

“no.”

~~~~~

he says, but here he is, with two little pigtails by the side of his head, with his shirt off, as you painted on his back.

you tried painting on his abs/muscles, but it was too bumpy the koi fish in pond looked like toads on rain.

“are you finished?” he asked, grumbling, but he doesn’t hate it.

he looks at you through the mirror, face contorted with tongue stuck out in focus, nose scrunching up when a line curves slightly, smirking when you’re pleased on a certain part.

it was cute, he’s not gonna deny it.

“there! look, kaza!” you took the small mirror and reflected your work on the bigger one, your smirk growing into a grin.

“koi fish.. out of all?” he traced the intricate pattern of the white koi fish’s scales, little icing sticking to his fingers, “because it reminds me of yin and yang.” you answered, tracing the orange one, too.

“right, they’re even in the same position.” his fingers brushed against yours.

you hummed, “you’re my yang, i’m your yin.”

[octuscle]

So I know we can make some pretty hot guys with this app but I was wondering is it’s possible to make a bear into an innocent twink or something to ruin

(Doesn’t have to be a twink just a term for example)

I love these "I'm only asking for a friend" requests. Hermano, if you want to know what it's like to be in someone other than that hot Latino muscle body, just ask:

When you're working out, you notice that somehow you're not as fit as usual. But even worse, you don't feel like doing free weights. The fellows there stink, talk like craftsmen on the construction site. Disgusting. So you switch to the cross trainer for the time being. The lads working out there look a little irritated. Fellows like you actually detest cardio training. But you want to work on your fitness a little. And then you go to the machines. You start with kickbacks. Your butt should be crisp. The hair on your chest gets thinner, gets less, until you have a smooth soft chest. Your armpits are epilated. Your tattoos disappear.

So slowly you should stop here with your training. The belly-legs-bottom class is about to start. All the girls are already here. As usual, they giggle a bit when you come to class. You are the only man here. But the other fellows don't know what's good either. The one hour here makes a fantastic six pack. And a great ass to fuck. Shit, did you really think that right now? You have to giggle. But then you concentrate on the course.

That was really exhausting again. First you all applaud your success, then you do high fives with the girls. And now all you really want to do is take a shower. Wash off the sweat, put conditioner in your blond hair, body lotion… The usual routine after the gym…. But then you see your crush in the locker room. A dream DILF. Probably already 35, but a real man…

Oops! You must have dropped an airpod. You get down on your knees to look for it. The bulge of your crush firmly in the view. He comes towards you with his legs broadly apart. Probably he wants to help you look for it…

Pics found @xdriip and @guesswho334455667788

[mariacallous]

The social media site X (formerly Twitter) went dark last Saturday in Brazil, where it had an estimated more than 20 million users. The ban followed months of tensions between owner Elon Musk and Brazilian authorities.

Musk, who took over the site in 2022, has been increasingly vocal about Brazil’s domestic politics. His personal account has boosted right-wing politicians, cast doubts on the integrity of Brazil’s 2022 election, promoted posts about an upcoming political demonstration, and told foreign investors to stay away from the country.

Musk objected to court orders to suspend certain content on X, including the accounts of many right-wing activists, and last month, he refused to name a legal representative for the company in Brazil. Supreme Court Justice Alexandre de Moraes ruled that if X did not reinstate a representative by Aug. 29, the platform would be shut down.

When the day arrived, in anticipation of the ban, X’s global affairs account posted that Moraes’s moves were “manifestly illegal.” It also pledged to publish confidential Brazilian court filings containing Moraes’s orders. Musk posted that the judge was an “evil dictator.”

“Economic power and the size of one’s bank account do not produce some strange immunity from jurisdiction,” Supreme Court Justice Flávio Dino wrote Monday as part of a five-person panel that unanimously upheld Moraes’s ban. In the days since the shutdown, Brazilians have migrated to other microblogging sites, such as Bluesky and Threads.

The ban has reignited fierce debates over Brazil’s approach to online content moderation, as well as the conduct of its powerful judges. Brazilian federal judges stepped up their role in policing what they deem to be anti-democratic online content after the 2018 election that brought former President Jair Bolsonaro to power. His campaign was dominated by disinformation, and social media platforms often fell short of their own pledges to moderate it.

Brazil is globally unique for the extent to which its judges moderate online content, University of São Paulo law professor Rafael Mafei told the Café da Manhã podcast. That’s because “the institution that should be leading this discussion, Congress, is not willing to do so,” Mafei said.

When Bolsonaro ran for reelection in 2022, a group of federal judges tasked with overseeing elections—led by Moraes—ordered X, then still known as Twitter, to remove accounts that spread unproved claims of election fraud and praised demonstrations objecting to the result of the vote. (A mob vowing to overturn Bolsonaro’s election loss later stormed various government buildings in the capital, Brasília.)

At the time, Moraes’s social media policing was generally applauded by Brazil’s political center and left. But a growing number of Brazilians have also slammed his content policing as opaque and excessive. Many of the court’s takedown orders in 2022 and since were never publicized. To critics, the secret proceedings—and the fact that the banned accounts were from similar political camps—smacked of censorship.

Moraes moved alone in ordering the new ban on X; only days later did he get an endorsement from the Supreme Court panel that included Dino. Moraes also received widespread criticism from across the political spectrum for ordering a ban on the use of virtual private networks (VPN) to access X—and a hefty fine for violating it. The Brazilian Bar Association filed a lawsuit to reverse the VPN fine.

Still, many people, including Brazilian digital rights experts and Brazilian lawmakers, have defended the X shutdown. Musk’s open efforts to sway Brazilian politics raised the stakes for regulators to take a stand, journalist Rubens Valente wrote in Agência Pública. “To find something similar to Musk’s crusade, you need to go back 60 years to the role of the United States in the 1964 coup.”

“While the threat of blocking [a platform] is nothing new and is provided for in our legal system, this case stands out as the first one a large scale in which a company has completely ignored court rulings for days—and sought the spotlight for it,” Brazilian researcher Fernanda Campagnucci told Foreign Policy’s Rishi Iyengar. She added that the measure, “although drastic, was necessary.”

[dandylion240]

Jolene Reagan for Scarlett's Love is Embarrassing BC

Age: 23

Sexuality: Bi Sexual - she's been attracted to women but never been in a relationship with a woman. Technically speaking what she's had is a string of one night stands.

Traits: Adventerous, High Maintenance and Self-Absorbed. She'd also readily admit she has a fear of commitment. The closes she comes to commitment is to her career. However she does have a soft spot for family. She'll defend her family like a mama bear if she perceives a danger to them but she doesn't always see when she's being overbearing and pushing her ideals on them.

Career: Archealogist (she travels a lot)

Back Story: Ever since her parents got divorced Jolene has been seeking approval from her dad (Ethan). She was six years old when he walked out of their lives and it wasn't until three years later that he walked back into it demanding to see his kids. While her brothers didn't want want him in their lives, she did. She wanted to be his little princess again, his little girl. Her biggest dream was to live with him full time because he needed her to take care of him. But nothing she did was good enough. He always told her no.

She was 15 when she decided to sneak out and visit her Dad in San My on her own. It wasn't their scheduled weekend but she was sure he wouldn't mind her coming for the weekend. When she got their Ethan was anything but pleased to see her. And he wasn't alone. He had a whole new family. One she wasn't a part of and worst of all she wasn't welcome to be a part of either.

It was at that moment her heart shattered into a million pieces. Why wasn't she good enough to be his little girl? It was on the train ride back to Brindleton Bay that she had her first time. She was hurt and this guy made her feel better. It didn't matter she didn't know his name or how old he was she just needed someone to tell her she was special.

That nameless person on the train was beginning of a long string of one night stands. In high school she did have a steady boyfriend for two years but when he dumped to go to college all those old feelings of not being good enough came over her and...well...she knew how to get those feelings to go away. She vowed then she'd never be in another relationship.

Two years ago she was involved with the brother of one of her archealogy professors that resulted in her getting pregnant. It was on a dig in Salvadorado. When she told him about the baby he just laughed and said he was no ones daddy and he left. This time when the feelings of not being enough came over her she went home.

Her parents weren't happy she was pregnant but were supportive of her decision to keep the baby. Finally she'll have someone who would give her the unconditional love she's always craved. But it was harder than she thought it would be. It wasn't easy or convenient to bring a baby on dig sites not to mention to find qualified babysitters. A lot of times she wound of leaving her son with her parents.

Over the next couple of years she's felt her life has been lacking in meaning. Her best friend and favorite cousin has pulled away from her and telling her she needs to be more responsible. Her brother hasn't talked to her since he found out what she did when they were kids. Her parents are telling her more and more that her son needs her and that it's time for her to settle down and raise him herself.

Her professor suggested she talk to a professional. At first she refused but as the feelings of worthlessness overwhelmed her she admitted she needed help. It was after her second visit that she saw the advertisement for Scarlett's BC. She recognized her from the video she made outing her father, Theo. Jolene remembered how she thought Scarlett was gutsy for doing what she did and wished she had the courage to do that to Ethan. The only downside would have been hurting her dad's (Jonah) feelings and she couldn't do that to him. Silently she applauded Scarlett for what she did. Now she could actually meet the girl and she was so pretty. Maybe this was exactly what she needed to get her life back on track.

So she sent in her application against the advice of her therapist and her family. Who knows ... maybe she'd get her own show out of this even if she didn't win the girl???

@theosconfessions

[sorryimananti-romantic]

hi! i just wanted to come on here to firstly ask a question, then praise your work!

first, my question is what’s your writing process? whenever i try to write, i always end up getting distracted because i worry so much about how i start the story. should i begin with a line of dialogue? should i start with a rhetorical question/vague backstory that leads into a character’s current situation? should i just start with action straight off the bat? i literally never know. there are some days where i get the inspiration to write all day, but i never end writing anything because i get stuck on the intro or research.

i even have a document with the first few paragraphs of multiple works that i like just to see how these wonderful pieces start. one document of mine is like one page long and it’s only filled with possible intros. LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE!! and they’re all so different from each other! yours always lead into the story so well and they’re never the same, so i applaud you!

anyways, onto your well deserved praise! you are literally the only writer on this site that i genuinely look forward to. when you released guerilla, i literally squealed and i don’t do that. maybe a giggle here and there, but never a squeal. not only do you write long stories (which i personally prefer. 20k - 50k words? AND it’s good writing?? you deserve a kiss on the head from God himself!), but quality writing, good punctuation, no overused dialogue tags, badass reader characters, and always a happy ending. you’re truly a godsend! especially because of your happy endings (and badass reader character— emphasis on badass). there’s this one seonghwa piece that’s like over 50k words, but it doesn’t have a happy ending so i haven’t read it. for me, fiction should end with the reader being happy so if i won’t be happy at the end, i don’t want to read it. but that never happens with you. i’m sure i’ve read all your pieces at least once and i can positively say that i’m always smiling like an idiot after i finish.

overall, you’re a writer that i learn from and you’re writing is absolutely awesome. keep up the good work and make sure to take care of yourself! i may not know you personally, but that doesn’t mean i can’t think you deserve all the good things in the world for creating a universe that readers can get immersed in and forget about reality for some time. all for free at that too. you deserve the world and more. so does everyone else reading this though! can’t wait for your next release! you’re awesome!!

omygod. this has to be the best message i have ever received and i'm smiling so hard. i read this like three times before i came up with a few words to respond (if you know me, you also know i struggle with this ahaha 😭)

first of all, thank you so much for the praise, i can't tell you how much this means to me and this came at the right time- perhaps, you're godsend for me! (struggling with this one fic and i refuse to write anything else until i finish this one bc it's collected dust for far too long now). you squealed when you saw guerrilla? 😭 you prefer long stories? 😭 and you like happy endings? 😭😭 that's me yes ahaha

thank you so much, glad to have another person here who likes the length of my fics (bc of you all i have been physically unable to keep my oneshots short). i'm glad my writing style appeals to you! i know my english isn't perfect but thank you for appreciating it! one thing i refuse to write is a basic reader character (not that we don't like a basic reader character once in a while-- i just always gotta add a little sth 😭) (might write a basic reader soon tho ahaha) as for the happy endings, i do have a few tragedies planned for the year but you're absolutely right-- we love our happy endings. if i have to make sth tragic, it will be ending on a bittersweet, it-had-to-be-this-way note and i hope i can write it well and i hope you read that whenever i post it too! i'd love to hear what you think of it (it's far in the future but one day i will)

to answer your question, my writing process for a long time was literally just sit and write whatever's coming to me. most of my fics have been spontaneous like that-- sudden impulse, unplanned everything, just a general idea of the roles of the main characters and a basic idea of the plot-- not even the ending. i don't like to plan the ending, actually. i like to simply plan how it begins, what the key points are, and the ending comes naturally from there.

one thing i've started doing recently is just write my thoughts in a paragraph or bulletpoints (bc i have the memory of a goldfish) but it helps if you want to prefer planning and then writing. the most important advice i can give to anyone here is to not be afraid to write. literally write whatever you want, and do not be afraid to edit. or even rewrite. cannot stress this enough. i'll give an example:

with guerrilla, i had the trope: serial killer/doctor/biker yunho and crime fiction writer reader. no background of the characters. no ending in mind. simply that they were housemates, there will be dark humour involved and yunho will gradually warm up to the reader. that was literally all i had! when i opened the doc to write, i thought about how i would want it to start-- i think with intros, you gotta write sth that gives the readers a basic idea of where they are, why they are there, who they are, etc. and then you can continue the story, so you gotta shape the intro to attract their attention with a general idea, right? now i just went with the flow, wrote whatever i wanted to, and whenever i would add some detail, i would go back and edit it in- either in the form of dialogue or some foreshadowing (we love foreshadowing). when i thought of their tragic past? went back again to edit that in. so basically just a series of writing, editing what's written, cutting what looks unnecessary now, and voila.

so how should you start your story? depends on the story. sometimes, it needs to start with action when it's an action heavy plot, right? we would like to find ourselves in a middle of a fight or sth like that to set the tone immediately. so whatever the theme of your story is, you gotta set the tone in the first part! also, don't be afraid to start from wherever you want- you can always add parts later! like my series take me home-- i literally started from the middle and when i came up with a plot twist that supported what i wrote, i went back and wrote the first half LOL and then i planned the ending from there. i think readers also prefer if you don't add unnecessary details/scenes in the beginning, yeah? fillers are for inside the story, not in the beginning or the ending.

also, don't be afraid to experiment! write what you're the most comfortable writing, don't be too hung up on research and facts-- you can literally make anything up because it's fiction. it's your world and your rules. i literally make up whole new universes to save myself from the hassle of real-life technicalities (you may have noticed how i never use real places or setting lmao). if you have an idea that you really want to write, start with there, and simply, write. let the words flow, let it go wherever your mind takes you. you'll find your hands typing by themselves! you can worry about if it's good or not later, just write! (you won't believe me but as i'm finishing writing a fic, i begin to kind of hate it. no amount of reassurances convince me that it's good enough bc i am the writer. i still post and when i receive feedback, that's when i realise it might be good! and when some time has passed and i reread it, i'm sometimes amazed- i wrote that? how will i top that? and the cycle continues 😔✌️)

also, thank you for that sweet little msg at the end 🥹 literally sending my best to you. you deserve all the good things too! i'm glad you're able to get yourself lost in the universe i create for my fics, that means i'm doing a good job 🥹 thank you again! <33 i hope you won't be afraid to write and simply wing it LOL that's how i do it and you know what?

the most unplanned and spontaneous fics have been the most loved here.

[infernal-general]

@infernal-feminae

Rozália had to applaud her army's unwavering composure during the most uncertain moments they ever lived through since the very first clash with Heaven. And now she wasn't present as an unshakeable pillar of support, protection; she was the one who collapsed after taking a tremendous risk for all of them. She barely had slivers of memories regarding the past few weeks, all she remembers is embracing heat, the Fallen urging her to stand and brief bursts of restless drive forward.

Nobody could hide the relief when she finally woke from her coma, seemingly without any lasting damage. At least physically. The mental part was always trickier when it came to divine or demonic possession, let alone both at the same time. A day and she was already on her feet, testing, carefully threading the murky waters under the watchful eyes of her officers. They refused to tell how Marcell ended up with second degree burns on his arms. Not like they needed to, she had a devastating guess.

After three days, she ventured outside of her district the first time, with purpose in her stride. Almost the whole Pride was still barren land, torched beyond recognition, glass solidified in unnatural shapes. She followed the path of fiery destruction to the very center where she'd set up the trap, the seal. The site mostly intact, only a deep gouge slithered across where the once glowing seal cracked. And she found what she was looking for.

Her steps leisure, as if she was taking a friendly stroll in Cannibal Colony; only the tiniest smirk occasionally catching the corner of her lips. Those who survived, hadn't forgotten 1930. Good. She never intended them to. A justified slaughter ended by an abrupt decree, a heavy chain reigning her bloodlust, her rightful vengeance by force. The corpse unceremoniously tossed over her shoulder swayed with her steps. So did the head belonging to it in her grip.

“Ms Rosie.” the General's smile was cold like a slithering viper among flowers

“I'm well aware that our...history hasn't been the best. I believe I managed to achieve a new order, and having such bad blood with you, being the Overlord of the territory neighboring mine isn't beneficial for any of us.” she laid the angel's corpse down, batting pine green ashes from her bright cape

“I've brought you a gift. A Hunter, a human turned Exorcist, roasted by Hellfire. I'm not going to act like I have any idea how does it taste, but I can guarantee such combination is rare. The armor is melted to skin, but I assume you have the tools to get to the insides. If not, I feel generous enough to help prying it open.” the burnt head with unrecognizable features molten together placed next to the corpse

“I think you are aware that I favor rather...straightforward methods regarding settling conflicts, instead of using poison. But. To soothe worries that might arise, I would like to stay during your feast as insurance that I have not tampered with it in any form. If you'd have me.” Rozália concluded, given her frequently proclaimed disgust regarding cannibalism, her offer was almost as strong as an outright apology and attempt to work towards a less rocky future.

[taeyongsfemdom]

Can we get a scenario where the reader hypnotizes taeyong and he basically becomes a gooner? I just wanna see him be a brainless whore

That's so fucking hot.

"Just relax and follow the watch, little rose"

Taeyong was glued to the couch as he started at the swinging gold watch in your hand, his body felt like it was frozen in place as he just sunk deeper and deeper into a hypnotic state. Your friend Alanah watched with a proud smile on her face since she helped you master the art of hypnosis, she was a good friend of yours who's a professional dominatrix as a side gig.

"When I snap my finger, you'll fall asleep in three...two....one!"

You snapped your finger as Taeyong slumped down onto the couch, Alanah was hovering over him and smirking to herself as she applauded you for performing it perfectly.

"You literally slayed that! He's out like a light! Now the fun part begins! What do you want him to do?"

"I want him to be like one of those gooner sluts you see on porn sites. This boy is a dream to watch when he gets all slutty"

"He's the one you test your products on right? You should bring him to the club, the ladies would love to play with him"

Your fist gripped the chain of the watch tightly, the possessiveness jumped out of you since you couldn't stand the thought of other women touching Taeyong, even if they were your friends. Alanah saw the annoyance in your face, causing her to throw her hands up in surrender.

"It was just a idea! Don't have to go through with it! Now turn him into a brainless slut"

You smiled evilly before lightly grazing your finger along his soft cheek.

"When you wake up, I want you to become the horniest little slut to exist. You'll be too hot to focus on anything except having a cock inside your mouth or hole. You'll just be another useless toy. Go ahead and wake up in three...two...one"

Your loud snap made Taeyong's eyes snap open immediately, his hand going right to his dick that was trapped in his jeans, his other hand rubbing his nipples under his shirt. His pretty mouth falling open with loud moans filling the room, his low and hazy chocolate eyes were stuck on you.

"Oh my goodness! Someone is looking quite hot"

"Goddess, I'm so h..hot! I..I want you so bad. I want you to touch me p..please! I..I don't know what's happening to me"

An evil giggles left you as you pulled on the large strap that you fuck him with all the time around your waist. You took a seat on the couch before roughly pulling Taeyong onto the floor between your legs, the tip of the plastic dick rubbing his cheek, his tounge hanging out of his mouth like a filthy dog. Your hand pulled his hair as he tried to get a quick taste of you, Alanah stood nearby just ready to watch the show.

"AHT AHT AHT!!!! Don't be fucking greedy. You better ask me nicely"

"May I suck your cock, goddess? I'm dying to taste it"

"What a cock hungry slut, go ahead..."

It didn't take him long to wrap his lips around the strap, he worked his mouth up and down on it while looking up at you with those chocolate eyes. You threw your head back and moaned as you started fucking his throat, spit was getting coated all over your strap while a few gags left his lips. Taeyong had his hands placed behind his head as his throat bulged out from how big the strap was, tears were sliding down his face from how rough you were, but it only made him harder. You pulled the strap out of his mouth and slapped his cheek with it, giving him a chance to breathe.

"What do you say, slut?"

"Mmmmm thank you for fucking my throat, goddess. Please give me more! I'm obsessed with your cock making my throat raw"

His mouth opened to show you all of the saliva that was dripping down his chin and onto his pretty white shirt, your clit throbbed in your panties before spitting into his mouth and then slapping him across the face.

"Filthy fucking whore. Get back to sucking me off and maybe I'll think about fucking you"

That gorgeous mouth of his went back to your strap, a smile appearing on your face as Alanah jumped around with happiness.

"This boy is gonna be the death of me"

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N!!!! You're a pro at this! Also he really is a slut"

"I told you so! Looks like I'll have to practice hypnosis more often"

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking down the comics: Shattered like Stained Glass (issue 24)

Moon Knight, Issue 24: Scarlet Moonlight. 

IT’S HER! Also look at this cover. I love when they do this well. And that pose! She is just stunning. 

And then you have Moon Knight over there…Not sure what he’s doing. He’s having a moment. 

I’m so excited to bring you this. I love Stained Glass Scarlet. Her relationship with Moon Knight is so amazing. She does good in her own way, acting as a deadly vigilante and in a way acting in ways that Moon Knight/Marc would love to act. 

Considering that when we first met her, she was a grieving mother set out to kill her own son who had turned into a murderer… It’s facinating to see her progress in her goals and abilities. 

So let’s get to it! 

And right off the bat we have an opening page that is just outstanding! 

Onec again Bill Sienkiewicz and colorist Christie Scheele have just gone OFF. I applaud them and am so enjoying seeing their style get finer and neater and just AMAZING. 

We open on a meeting in a restaurant where a group of mob bossess setting up new territory. As they come to agreements, they shake on it and an figure in red appears in the doorway. 

"The Crossbow, an odd weapon of choice in these days of more convenient guns, is a customized job equipped with a clip of five "Quarrels" or "Bolts"... All of which cna be fired in rapid succession without reloading." 

And with that, the mob bosses are dead. 

The culprit? Signs her signature with lipstick. 

Look at that crisp looking Moon Knight. That is beautiful. Also, again we see him relying on instinct. A theme we will see pop up a lot with him. Going where he feels he is needed or where he feels the call. 

The running man is a waiter that worked at the resturant. He points Moon Knight in the right direction and keeps going. 

In the distance, Moon Knight spots someone in a red cloak making a run for it. 

She takes a shot at him, making him dodge and giving her enough time to dissapear. 

Of course WE, the reader, know who the bad guy is because of that amazing cover. A common problem with comics. They'll put a huge spoiler across the cover to draw in the reader, but then it leaves no mystery. 

Moon Knight turns back to the site of murder to find Flint struggling to open a bag of chips. 

Can we just say that I love Flint. He’s so tolerant of Moon Knight. This is about as close to friends as Moon Knight himself gets. 

Seeing the S on the wall, Moon Knight is able to figure out just who it was that he was chasing. 

"Suspicions confirmed. A woman, a red "S" overlooking death...One year to the night after the first death. Scarlet.... Stained Glass Scarlet... Scarlet Fasinera... Lady of sorrow and darkness..." 

"Eh? You mumbling, Moon Knight? About what?" 

"About a lady, Flint. A lady who thought she might be a nun, or maybe an actress... And who turned out to be both. A lady whose son did his carzy best to kill me a year ago... Just before dying himself." 

I just love her design. She’s just stunning. 

He tells flint how Scarlet was left alone 'in this bleak, decaying neighborhood'. 

Flint notes that the men that died were making money from the decaying neighborhood. Big shots in the mob. 

He asks if Moon Knight knows her. 

Moon Knight says he does then runs off. 

"Then what's her name? Hey! What was that you mumbled back then?!" 

I love Flint. He puts up with so much. 

Moon Knight returns to the last place he saw Stained Glass Scarlet: The Cethedral. 

He finds it the same as before, decaying and being broken down by time. 

Climbing to the attic, where Scarlet had previously made her home, he finds a receipt from a florist shop for a funeral wreath delivered to the Bronx memorial cemetery. 

And there, he finds her. 

"There'll be five more like that soon." 

"I know, Moon Knight, and it's only the beginning... But they won't be cheap granite like this one... They'll be venetian marble and they'll cost fourty thousand dollars apiece." 

She left the clue on purpose, drawing him there to find her. 

He asks her if she believes in ESP. 

"It wasn't coincidence that I found myself drawn to this neighborhood..." 

"And you think it was ESP? Call it fate, Moon Knight, and I'll believe." 

"All right--Fate. What's it about Scarlet, why?" 

"I've declared a one-woman war on crime, Moon Knight, focusing on the syndicate." 

She wants to stop the ones that have made a living out of destroying neighborhoods and that made money off of victims. 

"Oh, I'll stop a cheap hood from mugging an old lady, all right - but my real targets are the ones who've set up shop in boardrooms and tax shelters." 

The ones that turned her son towards crime and forced her to kil him. 

Moon Knight is disturbed by this new vendetta. 

He asks her if she's the same Scarlet he met who wanted to be an actress or a nun. The one that tried to save the lives of her husband and son and who hated guns. 

She is, but she is no longer 'passive' or 'fatalistic'. She has 'lost her religion and gained a realistic attitude'. 

He asks her why she took the money too. 

"Why not? It doesn't belong to them. Besides, I... I've always wanted to remodel the churge...After my other work is done." 

He then asks if she's going after the mob leader "Manny Sindone". She tells him how Manny was a cold blooded killer at 18, killing a girl brutally just because she refused to date him. 

She talks about how the police and press all know exactly what's going on with Manny but have been looking the other way. He's seen as a respected member of his community. 

Moon Knight gives a good point: "You're telling me nothing new, Scarlet. Why do you think I'M dressed like this?" 

Oh Moon Knight... You know damn well why you're dressed like that.... 

Scarlet tells Moon Knight that he was the one that gave her son his first Heroin and this is how her son became "Mad Dog". 

She puts it to him that Manny will die come nightfall. "Who would you rather have walking the streets? Me....Or Manny Sindone?" 

She leaves and Moon Knight watches her go. 

"Morning at Grant Mansion: The black wreath commemorating another death--that of Marlene's brother, Peter Alraune has been removed from the door by the Butler Samuels only moments earlier... And now having changed to Steven Grant in his mind if not entirely in his garb, the man who is sometimes Moon Knight enters the hall." 

This signifies that Moon Knight is officially being recognized as their own alter by the writer. 

My question is where did this get lost during the other writers and iterations? 

Back to this story, recall that in the last issue that Marlene lost her brother and with her father also gone, she's gone through a lot of loss since meeting Marc. 

Steven comes to her with a question: 

"Marlene... Can I pose a hypothetical question to you? Suppose some one you knew to be basically good... Had done something bassically bad..." 

Steven my friend... Read the room. 

Marlene is upset by this. 

"This doesn't sound hypothetical to me--in fact, it strikes altogether too close to home." 

She turns to leave. 

"Hey, what's wrong? Come here, Babe..." Steven tries. 

"Not now, Steven. Just get on with your question." 

"Uh....All right... And suppose this person were about to do something even worse..." 

"Such as?" 

"Well, for example....Eliminating someone." 

"I'd stop it." 

"Yes, but say it wasn't that easy. Say the person being eliminated were...evil. Say the person deserved to be eliminated." 

"If you mean killed, why don't you just say it?" 

"Okay, Killed." 

"Then maybe I wouldn't stop it." 

"But then you'd have to stand by and watch a murder committed by someone you...you care for. And the alternative means letting a previous murderer go free..."

Steven is having a hard time with this. 

"Why settle for either?" Marlene cries, reemembering her brother. 

Steven is still oblivious. 

He wanders off, still deep in thought about Scarlet and fails to notice that she's still deeply in pain over her brother. 

But then again, Steven hasn't lost anyone, has he? Marc has lost his brother and many others. Even Jake understands the pain of loss and comfort of his friends. Steven has always stood solitary with just Marlene and his mansion staff. 

Back at the church, Scarlet looks over pictures of her past. Pictures of her young son before he became the killer he was. 

Done with the past, she collects her crossbow and sets out. 

Moon Knight on the roof is ready to go. He tells Frenchie to get ready to head to Jersey. 

"Marlene was right--It doesn't have to be a choice! There's no reason I have to accept either of the two evils!" Moon Knight is back and ready. 

Stained Glass Scarlet is sneaking past security guards of Manny's mansion. 

In the mansion, Manny Sidone is holding a meeting with his big time guys, talking about the murders at the restaurant. 

She considers killing them all. After all, not a one of them is innocent. 

Moon Knight arrives as Scarlet prepares to enter the mansion. 

He tackles her telling her that he has to stop her now and then stop Manny once he's committed a crime that is stoppable. 

Waiting for Manny to commit a crime is something Scarlet clearly does not agree with (She and the Punisher would get along and I want to see this so much). Especially since Manny now commits his crime by just telling others to do it. There is no way to catch him in the wrong. 

Their argument is noticed by the guards. 

She apologizes to Moon Knight and he tells her not to do it. 

Too late. She shoots and kills the guard. 

Forced to work with her, she starts to take out and kill the guards. Moon Knight feels the conflict as he begs her not to kill them. 

She breaks away while he's fighting a guard and heads inside. 

While Moon Knight keeps the guards busy, she makes her way to Manny. 

She takes her shots and they take theirs. Taking a bullet in the arm, she advances on Manny. 

She tells him who she is "A mean mother" created by his destruction of her son. 

She wants everyone to know who she is and pauses to write her "S" mark in the wall in her own blood. 

As she writes, he pulls a gun on her. 

Moon Knight bursts into the room to find the crossbow and gun aimed at one another. He knows they will both go off and he can only chose one to save. 

"Both hearts targeted and only a split second in which to choose... Which will it be-Avenging Angel or Corrupt Devil?" 

He throws his dart and knocks the gun from Manny's hand. Not a second later the crossbow fires and an arrow plunges into his heart. 

"Thank you, Moon Knight...The night's work is done." 

She leaps through the window. 

"One side of him says it's over, let it be... The other side says no." 

She stops at the train tracks where a train approaches. She tells him that she is too tired to keep running. He can stop her now, but she will always be who she is. 

He takes a shot, but he misses. He doesn’t have the heart to stop her. He knows he can’t. He knows she is right. 

(Also spoilers to the next review: Black Spectre review coming soon!) 

This is why I love Stained Glass Scarlet. Her relationship with Moon Knight has always been a fantastic thing. She isn’t a friend, she isn’t a love interest, but she is his first moral ambiguity. 

He respects her. He wants her to heal. He wants her to give up the violence and bitterness, and revenge. He wants her to be happy and move on. 

Perhaps he sees himself in her. Perhaps he sees Marc’s pain and inability to let go. Perhaps he sees the reason he became Moon Knight the hero. He wants to protect her, a fellow traveler. She kills those that have caused great harm and pain. But Moon Knight himself can’t stand the thought of murder. Of her losing herself in the darkness with each step into death. 

He also notes that he is afraid she will die in her quest for vengeance. A woman that once had such a promising life destroyed by so many things that fall close to home. As Marc lost his own family through choices that left him running… 

Steven does not understand Stained Glass Scarlet, but you see him confused and questioning why he feels the way he does. Moon Knight is also upset and doesn’t know what to do. 

Honestly, I think they see Marc in this. They see their own system. They see how wounded she is and her choices and they see where they could have gone. They see how Marc could have come from the desert and taken up his guns and done the way she did. They see how easily Moon Knight could have gone on a different path. They see all her pain and wonder if Marc will ever be able to heal. If there is still a chance they too could go her way. 

Considering who they are going to fight next, this is a concern that will stay on the back of Moon Knight's mind for a long time.

[eretzyisrael]

Weeks after being flagged for her pro-Hamas agit-prop pushed on toddlers at PS 59 on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, Siriana Abboud remains on the payroll and unpunished — because it’s next to impossible to discipline, much less fire, misbehaving New York City teachers.

And also because she has friends in high places.

Last month, The Post’s Susan Edelman broke the news of Abboud pushing an anti-Israel agenda on pre-K tots and sharing tips on indoctrinating kids online: Her site’s Allusio Academy preschool program seems to have come directly from a Hamas pre-K curriculum guide.

Her Instagram page is chock-a-block with pro-Palestinian content: skewed teach-ins on the history of Palestine, Zionism, European colonialism, and “orientalism,” plus how to help your child advocate for Palestine.

Days after Hamas’ Oct. 7 atrocities, she wrote on Instagram, “we stand with those still tearing down border walls” and “we show solidarity with those still fighting to free their stolen land.”Last month, The Post’s Susan Edelman broke the news of Siriana Abboud pushing an anti-Israel agenda on pre-K tots and sharing tips on indoctrinating kids online.Instagram @sirianajanine

Parents have asked the city Department of Education to investigate this teacher’s hate, but so far all that’s happened is that she’s gone on indefinite “medical leave” — an obvious sign that the DOE is simply hoping to wait out the storm.

State law makes it nearly impossible to fire a bad or even dangerous teacher who has tenure: The union-inspired arbitration rules can drag out the process for years.

In one infamous case, a city teacher accused of misconduct toward his students earned over $1.7 million in salary in the course of a 20-year “rubber room” stint.

But that’s not all that’s going on here.

Abboud’s issues go back at least a year: Jewish parents and teachers at the school complained back in October 2022 when she put a crude antisemitic poster on the bulletin board outside her classroom.

Other than having her take it down, the only official response was a single “restorative justice” session, where her colleagues could express their feelings.

Within weeks of that, the city Department of Education honored Abboud with a 2023-24 Big Apple Award, applauding her work “as a liberation-inspired educator” who “centers children’s agency and global consciousness,” raises the “societal expectations” of young children and other woke claptrap.348

In other words, she won official acclaim for the radicalism that now has her out of the classroom, but still getting paid.

Schools Chancellor David Banks plainly hasn’t cleaned house at DOE headquarters, if he’s even tried.

No wonder alert middle- and working-class families are fleeing the DOE’s schools.

[seaofolives]

we played #Sk8Shorts in the limping bird site! these guys aren't on ao3 yet bc uhhhh smth smth titles so I'll dump them all in here first for readability etc:

day 1: kiss

The thing about dating Kaoru is that he only ever has two moods when it comes to kissing: a) the one where he absolutely does not want one and the one where it can only be possible on his terms.

One might think that for a touchy-feely guy like Kojiro, Mood A is the absolute worst. But no—he actually prefers that over Mood B.

“Thanks for dinner, love.” Mood B always comes like a burglar—a rare tender word, warm arms wrapping from the back, then the fatal kiss on Kojiro’s shoulder. He shakes him off as if he were a roach in the kitchen but by then, the deed is done: Kaoru is swooping away like a ghost while Kojiro is left to claw his white chefʼs jacket from his back to inspect the damage.

And there it is: a kiss mark painted in bolognese sauce. On his newest jacket—!

“You—!” Kojiro stomps towards the door and screams at the empty stairwell. “You ingrate, youʼre sleeping on the floor tonight!!”

day 2: guests at a wedding

Master Ainosuke gasps and mumbles, “But of course!” which sets Tadashi on the prowl for the thing that caught his eye. There’s lots of things to see here, of course—guests in sleek suits and gowns, red hibiscus flowers and bright sunflowers decorating the elevated walkway…it’s a summer wedding, after all. But because none of them are nearly as elegant as roses, they can’t be what has enamored his employer so.

So he keeps searching still…and there, around the tail of the groom’s white suit. That hem is definitely cut into the shape of flowers which only serves to bring out the faint flower garden detailed onto his back.

“Roses, of course,” Master Ainosuke talks on, and because he loved the idea, now he’s applauding the newlyweds more loudly as they leave the conference room. “Mine must be roses.”

Tadashi keeps his smile hidden in the corner of his lips. On his phone, he opens up the document called Master Ainosuke’s Wedding Plans and notes it down.

day 3: hair

“By the way, did you cut your hair?” Langa only remembers to ask when the bottle of sparkling strawberry water rolls down the chute. He picks it up and twists it open.

“Yeah.” Reki moves his deck to his other arm and takes the proferred drink. “Hey, you noticed!”

“I was about to ask earlier, but then the train arrived.” Langa smiles, uncapping his bottle of sparkling mango water. “It looks good on you.”

“Yeah?!” Reki breaks out into a grin. “Thanks. And here’s your reward for being the best boyfriend.” When he puts up his thumb, Langa cracks up.

day 4: create something using more than 1 prompt (prompts used: domestic, broken)

“Ah—!”

The bowl lands with a dull crack, and Kaoru curses his luck because that specific bowl was a souvenir from Paris.

“What was that?!”

Nothing! is what Kaoru wants to tell Kojiro in the living room, but that will definitely arouse suspicion.

So he cries back instead, “What was what?!” as he grabs a plastic bag and cleans up.

“Did something fall?”

“No, nothing fell!” Kaoru sweeps the floor for good measure. “I’m craving ice cream, what flavor do you want?”

“Huh? Oh, get me vanilla!”

“Okay!” Kaoru leaves the house through the back, taking the evidence with him.

day 5: flowers

“Huh?” Miya says when he approaches. “You’re actually here. I thought youʼd be at Crazy Rock by now.” And itʼs rude to chastise this mannerless kid during the service so Hiromi reins his tongue in.

“Somebody has to deliver these flowers and I wasnʼt gonna let anyone else do it.” With the wreath standing perfectly parallel to the door, Hiromi steps back to inspect the bursting ring of yellow chrysanthemums and white lilies, the sender being simply noted as DOPE SKETCH and friends. It was the “most reputable” way they could express their collective sympathies without indicting his, Cherry blossomʼs and JOEʼs day jobs.

“Huh. Thanks, I guess.”

“Donʼt mention it—” Hiromi finally snaps. “Punk, thatʼs not how youʼre supposed to behave as a relative of the deceased!” Squaring his shoulders, then, Hiromi bows low to him. “I am deeply sorry for your loss.”

Miya sighs. “Itʼs just my grandma—”

Hiromi glares at the kid.

Swallowing up whatever protests he may have, Miya returns his bow with a quiet note of acceptance.

day 6: firsts

Kaoru wouldn’t admit it but when Carla told him that Kojiro was calling, he’d been about to tell her to tell him to call him tomorrow, after he’d napped for a few hours. But a guilty conscience eventually brought his thumb to the green phone icon.

And all just to listen to this poor guy wail like a monkey who’d been abandoned by his ape mother in the middle of Italy. He’d tried to get some there-theres in edgewise, but all his words were simply devoured by the howling, even when he started badmouthing the chef who badmouthed his dish.

So obviously none of his bright ideas are working, all of it having been spent troubleshooting some stupid defect in Carla’s scheduling module. But then there’s actually a rare lull in the call and he could hear Kojiro gasping and sniffling, and he thinks he owes it to the sad idiot to try again.

So he does. He comes up with something new and gives it a whirl for whatever it’s worth. “Hey, remember that time I burned my thumb trying to make instant noodles? And I had to call you all the way from the taco restaurant because I was panicking. And you were so scared, you forgot to put the frying fork down when you ran off to my house.” That story always made Kojiro laugh, at his expense.

Well, he’s just glad now that it’s working. Kojiro’s sobs have transformed themselves into the sounds of a madman cackling.

Kaoru smiles, having missed this song. He’ll get him for that one day, but for now: “Remember what you told me, then?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kojiro sighs, sniffling. “There’s a first time for everything. I know.”

day 7: confession in the middle of an argument

“This,” Kaoru is seething, “is your fault. This evening is ruined because of you.”

“And you’re just overreacting, you dramatic robomaniac!” Well, if Kaoru thinks two can’t play that game, he’s wrong! Kojiro matches him glare for glare, fang for fang, both of them hunched over the VIP counter, nails digging into the wood. “I already told you the truth, but you won’t listen to me!”

“You’re just making excuses so you can wash your hands off of a commitment, you spineless gorilla!”

“What commitment are we talking about! A commitment with you?” Kojiro’s laughter comes through in derisive barks. “What kind of relationship are we in, anyway, a contract?! You’re just pinning your mistake on me because you couldn’t do anything about it!”

“And you didn’t do anything about it!” Kaoru drags in a deep breath, hot and rolling. “You know how important this was for me! No, I thought you knew how important this was for me. I trusted you, you insipid baboon—!”

“It was me!”

The voice is new, partly because he wasn’t there when they started quarreling and partly also because he’s normally so quiet. But when Kaoru and Kojiro turn to face the newcomer, they find Langa standing smack dab in the middle of the restaurant.

“Sorry, Cherry, I took the cheesecake,” he exhales. “I was hungry, and JOE said I could have whatever was in the fridge. I didn’t know that you were saving the cheesecake as an after work treat. Sorry.” Well, that explains it.

Kojiro straightens up and sighs loudly. “Well, to be fair, I should have already put a sticky note on it when he asked me to reserve it for him yesterday.” When Kaoru stomps off to confront the delinquent youth, he grabs the aggrieved man by his skinny wrist. “Itʼs not worth it, moron, he’s just a kid.”

[boysplanetrecaps]

Build Up Episode 8 Recap: Episode 8 conclusion

Hello! It’s time for to finish recapping MNET’s Build Up, episode 8! In the previous one, we saw a team of balladeers sing a pleasant ballad. Now it’s time to find out who won the night, and who will have to pack their knives and go. Let’s do it! 

So, we learn that the ultimate ranking for the night will be determined by the judges, the onsite, and the internet based views. Dahee announces that it’s time for the audience to vote. 

The guys are nervous while the audience votes. The judges wonder what the audience voted.

Now time has passed and the audience seems to have left. Dahee announces the top 2 teams -- it’s DongupJarur / Partners....

and Milky Up

Backstage, the members of Waterfire just sit in silence

while the sounds of their neighbors in other Small Rooms are going nuts celebrating. 

Bitsaeon feels defeated and Minseo is deeply anxious, but Jay is cool as a cucumber. 

Hey, stick with me, kid. Ride the Jay-coaster and we'll ride back up to safety. It's going to be ok. I'm Jay, if you didn't notice. -- Jay, probably

He knows how audience votes work. 

And then, AND THEN, AND FUCKING THEN, THE FUCKING JUDGES SAY 

…that the battle between Milky Up and Partners is “atmosphere versus skill.” They’re openly admitting that Partners is skilled while all Milky Up had is atmosphere. I can’t. I can’t. 

The scores are revealed.

Milky Up has taken first place, despite being voted Low Tier at the midterms!

Haram falls to his knees. His legs just give out from under him.

Jeup, who is classy as well as a genius, smiles genuinely and applauds.

He also pats his teammates on the back and says “good job, good job.” 

We find out that Milky Up ranked first in both the judges’ and the on-site evaluators scores, and Partners came in second in both as well.

Seohyung thanks his team, and Donghun says they finished the performance without any regrets. 

Then something awful happens and Baekho is like “I have something to say” and he calls Bain out for not having abs. 

Ugh. I know in Korean culture this kind of thing is allowed but also Korea has the highest su!cide rate in the developed world so…. IDK, maybe rethink it? A little? 

The judges basically imply that maybe if Bain had also had abs the team would have won and I hate it, I hate it so much, I hate it so so so much.

On a brighter note, team Uptown Funk is super happy and it’s cute.

The guys in Partners are like, “aww, let the babies enjoy the moment.” Not in a mean way, though.

The other three teams come up on stage to find out who is going to be eliminated.

Judge Wendy voice overs: “I don’t feel well.”

Who will come in third? After a lot of wasting time and speculating, we find out that it’s Hunminjaybit, Jay’s team! 

The judges are shooketh. 

Solar is all, “jinjja?” Yeah, really, Solar, really. The audience saw the performance and liked it because it was good. You guys were, I don’t know, waiting for the second coming of Jesus or something. I don’t know what happened there. 

Jay is doing a little act of being astonished by the score. You knew the fans were going to come through for you, you goober. 

Either that or he really needs glasses. 

Jay’s team scored last in the judges ranking, but third in the evaluator’s score. (We are told the various points from various sources -- I’ll go through that at the end, never fear.) 

The fourth placed team is finally announced after lots of Vivaldi and speculation (and a commercial): It’s Waterfire who has survived, while Doremifa has been eliminated. 

Doremifa is like, welp. What’cha’gon’do.

Everyone else is sad. There are some talented singers in this group.

Junhyeok takes the mic and thanks everyone in general. He says he only regrets that this team could only perform together once. 

Yeo One seems cool with it. He is ready to go back to his solo career. 

We don’t get to hear from Waterfire at all and find out how they feel about surviving. Thanks, MNET! Themnet. 

We see a brief preview of next week’s episode and I’m already annoyed so that’s great. 

Ok, so let’s talk NUMBERS.

Here are all the points from this round. I got this from reddit and now I can’t find the post, so I apologize to the awesome Redditor I stole this from. Hopefully she’ll reply to the comment I left on her post so I can find it again! 

As you can see, the online voting score counted almost not at all. It was really just the one-site evaluation that really ended up mattering, since the difference between the highest and lowest judging score was only 30 points and the difference between the highest and second highest audience vote was more than twice that. But I do think it’s interesting that the online voting ranked Drowning so high. I wonder if it was actually kind of bad in person somehow? Like if they messed up in some way? Seunghun interviewed that the performance was “regrettable” in someway, so I do wonder about that. I didn’t notice any specific problems but maybe they’ve done better in rehearsal.

I was also curious about Youtube views. So, I checked the views on all three versions of all five performances, and then I did a bit of math. Well, my spreadsheet did a lot of the math for me. Check it out. 

The percents column is the percent of all views on all fifteen videos. Clearly, Drowning is way in the lead in terms of views, though it does trail slightly behind Guilty in the “full cam” version. As of now, March 23, Drowning’s three videos account for 36.18% of all the views of all fifteen videos. That’s more than a third. Guilty is solidly in second place, 27.71% of the views. The other three together have 36.10% of the views -- less than Drowning has all by itself. 

As for me, my ranking of the performances is:

Guilty

Guilty

Drowning

Uptown Funk

Drama

Gift

Is it weird that Gift came in sixth place when there were only five performances? Nope. 

Well, I may or may not write a rant about how much I love Guilty at some point, but the storm stopped and My Fella wants to watch X-Men ‘97 and eat popcorn, so I’ll see you in the next one! 

[sacrificialblackdragon]

Hello everyone and thank you for following and / or lurking !   I am REKI, I am a 29 year old female, with two jobs and three cats, who has been roleplaying for a few years. This is an INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE blog and is meant for a 21+ AUDIENCE. TRIGGER THEMES ARE PRESENT AND WILL BE TAGGED !   I used to have a Hak blog but have long since forgotten the URL. ; A; My best friend actually got me into the series and I collect the manga. Sadly, I am missing a few of the beginning volumes. Please hit that like, follow or reblog button if you would like to interact with Hak!! Rules Below:

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3) No god modding. Understandably my characters can’t win EVERY single battle and will not win everything. I usually like taking a few and then your character takes a few. I will always, ALWAYS, come to you and ask how the end of the fight will turn out that way I can write accordingly.

4) Writing. I don’t expect a novel back if I write a novel, and sometimes I do. However, I do expect something to work with, please do not respond back to me if I leave you with a detailed post only for you to give me a one liner, it just kills the mood. – In addition! If you would like to respond to an ask please link the ask on a fresh new post, and tag me just in case, that way it looks more appealing. I do that with other roleplayers. C:

5) Original Characters. I love original characters, I personally suck at writing and developing them so for all of you original characters out there I applaud you. However, please don’t use me to come up for ideas of your original character, that’s not my job. If you like for a starter please understand that I will be staring at your character about page for a long, long, long time. It’s a little difficult for me to write for an original character so please be patient!

6) Ships. Here we go … This is a huge one for a lot of people. I am a Multi-shipper or trash – I’ll accept either lol. You are free to jump in my inbox or IM me and be like “Hey baby. You and my muse * suggestive eyebrow wiggle*”. I will most likely be like “FUCK YES LETS GO!” and bam! We ship. But here is my problem with most people: I have a lot of ships that I absolutely adore however, if you don’t like the ship me and my roleplay partner are doing you can either unfollow or shut the fuck up and ignore it, black list it – whatever. I’m saying that in the nicest way possible. I’m tired of people complaining that they “Hate this ship but I saw it and read it so now I’ll bitch on my blog about it.” Calm down, grow up and again, unfollow that person or ignore the post. Plain and simple or else you’ll probably be hearing about it from me. I have been in too many fandoms where this goes on.

7) Exclusives/Relationships. I am a-ok and more than happy to exclusively ship when it comes to main ideas and plot, but please remember that I am only one person and I do like interacting with other people. Exclusives doesn’t mean you own me in anyway. Exclusives to me normally mean that you are a close friend and most likely already have my discord. The more was talk IC or OOC the more likely I will pick you as an exclusive for main plots.

8) Reblogging when you have no permission. During my time of roleplaying on many sites tumblr is probably the worst for this rule. Anyone who reblogs threads, asks or any other communication between my partners that they are not tagged in will be kindly asked to delete the post. If not deleted within 24 hours you will be blocked from my page and I will not remove it.

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10) Personal Tags & Passwords. I don’t do personal tags or passwords. Final answer, if you follow me then it means you understand that I will NOT be tagging any personal tags.

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Once again, searching for something on Tumblr results in a good post unrelated to what I originally searched for.

"It's really frustrating how most of these women have terrible takes on feminism, statutory rape, misconduct, etc., and awful story-telling skills."

Yes, it is. This includes Pamela Des Barres.

There is much adulation of vacuous groupies on this site, as well as undiscerning commentary on both groupiedom and feminism. However, these aren't topics I want to really delve into on here. But I will comment on this recollection from Pamela:

“One time I was on the side of the stage as Jimmy [Page] entranced 80,000 fans with his guitar playing,” she recalled. “From my vantage point, sitting on Jimmy’s amp, I almost felt like one of the group.

“Girls in the audience looked up at me and wondered which one I was sleeping with, and I was so proud. I was exactly who I’d aspired to be — the girlfriend of the lead guitar player in the world’s biggest rock and roll band.”

—Pamela Des Barres, I'm with the Band: Confessions of a Groupie, 1987

She had no substantial identity of her own. Her main aspiration in life was to be a man's girlfriend. There is nothing feminist about this mentality. It's one of the things the second wave of feminism was running away from.

I've never read I'm with the Band, only passages from it that have been shared online. Recently, I'd been considering buying the book (a used copy, so Pamela wouldn't get any royalties) for the sections on Zeppelin and had been reading reviews of it on another site. Some of the reviews put me off from purchasing the book. Here are several of them (The first two screenshots and text up until "metaphorically" are just snippets from a long review.):

The writing itself is…not great. When I was starting this book, someone warned me about it by telling me that Des Barres wrote "like a toddler with a head injury" and unfortunately that description isn't far off.

It's also a little strange that, for a memoir focused entirely on the music scene in the 60s and 70s, there's almost no actual music....You get the sense that the Rolling Stones could have been a barbershop quartet and Des Barres wouldn't have cared, as long as they were the most famous barbershop quartet in the world.

Unfortunately, Des Barres doesn't seem too interested in examining the misogynistic culture she idolized, or circumstances that led to her belief that sleeping with a famous person is just as good as being famous yourself. That was what I wanted from this memoir. I wanted Des Barres to end with this simple lesson: creativity is not acquired through proximity. Surrounding yourself with artists is great, but it doesn't make you an artist yourself. It's not enough to sit back and applaud while you watch other people create; you have to create something of your own. Pamela Des Barres spent her life sitting on amps and watching famous men play music; I wanted her book to end with her learning to make her own music, if only metaphorically.

She really has nothing going for her besides stories of sleeping with all of these famous men and I think it would be more impressive if she had a time-less legacy/achievement to go along with it -- like many of the men she was with. Because in 2013 everyone knows who Zeppelin is and no one knows who the GTOs are [quite right - the GTOs don't have an ounce of musical talent between them]. I guess the most sad thing is most people read this book because of the men involved, not because of the actual author.

This was a complete and utter train wreck of a book. The writing was horrendous, and if not for the subject matter, I felt like it was written by a 6th grader. The storytelling was shoddy and sloppy.

If she were a teenager now she'd be writing things like: "OMG! Like really! His PENIS was so beautiful! HA!"

Unfortunately she left so much out because she didn't want to piss off people like Robert Plant who were worried about her tell-all novel plans, as she admits later on when she calls out to Plant, "see I didn't reveal the dirt" so to speak.

There isn’t a lot to say other than that you should read the book if you care about old gossip without having to concentrate on the writing. (Be glad that I’m not, Pamela, because you INFURIATED ME!!! I’m glad you’re no literary hero…)

I’m sorry to ask you this question and I know this will cause a war. What do you think about the Lori Maddox and Jimmy Page situation? I know this happened in the 70s but it’s so weird seeing people denying that he ever dated her when it was very obvious. Also the fact that he dated women much younger than him and none of them have written any memoirs (especially Charlotte Martin). I wonder if he is silencing her or not letting her write one (or maybe she just doesn’t want to). Idk, I know he is definitely not the only rockstar that has dated minors but it’s hard to listen to Led Zeppelin when I keep hearing about that disgusting situation. And how other groupies like Bebe Buell and Pamela Des Barres were trying to make it seem like it was ok in their memoirs. I just hope the truth comes out about that whole situation.

I wrote a ridiculously long post about Lori's history a few years ago that's pretty much all I have to say on this situation, tbh. As for the memoir topic, I think Lori might actually be self-aware to realize she doesn't have enough information for a whole book; and that's probably why she's only ever shared the same 10 stories over and over again since 1985. A lot of publications probably aren't interested in her glamorized narrative about being a groupie anymore since #metoo happened either.

Regarding Charlotte, my theory on why she's never been interviewed is that she doesn't want to acknowledge Pattie Boyd accusing her of sleeping with George Harrison while she was visiting the Harrison estate after Eric Clapton dumped her, lol.

For the record, I don't endorse underage groupies or dating between adults/minors. The more I age, the more uncomfortable I am with most of these famous stories and that's one of the reasons I don't post as much LZ on my blog as I used to. But at the same time, it's really frustrating how most of these women have terrible takes on feminism, statutory rape, misconduct, etc., and awful storytelling skills.

TL;DR my fascination with groupie culture has always been more of a 'morbid curiosity' of sorts, and I'm generally more interested in the wives, girlfriends and muses in music/classic rock.

[thezfc]

THAT'S Jamie Lloyd?!?!?!?! What.the.hell.happened.there. He looks like an MS-13 gang member now. Yikes. I don't mind tattoos, I even have one myself, but the all over head tattoo will never ever absolutely ever look good on anyone. Beyond ugly.

I actually like Zawe's dress, but not on her. She should have worn the belt that came with it. Also the color is all wrong for her. Navy blue belongs on cooler skin tones. Zawe needs warm colors, like gold, reds, darker greens, oranges, darker pink shades like fuchsia, and darker purples. Zawe and Tom need a new stylist ASAP. Holly White has absolutely no idea how to dress people.

The anon who compared Zawe to TS. While I would say Zawe isn't even close to being as bad as TS ... every once in a while Zawe has her moments, so, although that anon was exaggerating, they do have a point. The arse-slapping we all saw tonight on the Evening Standard red carpet is one example. Very tacky and Tom was clearly embarrassed but tried to laugh it off. When one is dating someone who clearly has different boundaries about PDA, one doesn't pull stunts like that. It's disrespectful and desperately screams "Look at us." Even the worshippers won't deny that Zawe shows off occasionally, although when Zawe does it it's not only ok but they applaud her. If it was any other celeb, esp. TS, people would call it out for the PR stunt that it is, but ZAWE gets a free pass. Not trying to argue here, I'm legitly curious to know why Zawe gets a free pass, but every other celeb is dragged for it.

First of all hardly anybody publicly calls out TS for PR stunts. I posted about that sportscaster earlier he still was very careful with his words. All of the major news/entertainment/gossip sites live for her antics and know she gets clicks. Her disciples are sure to take down anyone who publicly criticizes her, so now one does. She’s also one of the most famous people in the world.

I think maybe what you need to do is log off of Tumblr for a while. Zawe is not a famous celebrity, nobody gives a shit about her, nobody is talking about her touching his butt for 2 seconds on a red carpet except for the people that already obsess over everything they do anyway. Don’t make this out like it’s some kind of major news story lol.