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lady-a-stuff · 2 years ago
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Nina and Inej being best friends forever throughout the duology
Nina crossed her arms. “I’m mad at you, too.” “Me? Why?” “I don’t know yet. I just am.” Inej gave Nina’s hand a brief squeeze, and after a moment, Nina squeezed back
Six of Crows - Chapter 6
“Who’s watching Inej?” “Rotty,” she said. “I’ll go back in a minute. I just needed some air. And don’t feign concern for Inej when you’re planning to send her climbing up six stories of chimney with only a rope and a prayer.” “The Wraith can manage it.” “The Wraith is a sixteen-year-old girl currently lying unconscious on a table. She may not even survive the night.”
Six of Crows - Chapter 15
“Talk,” she said to Nina. “Your eyelids are drooping. You should sleep.” “Don’t like boats. Bad memories.” “Me too.” “Sing something, then.” Nina laughed. “Remember what I said about wishing you were dead? You do not want me to sing.” “Please?” “I only know Ravkan folk tunes and Kerch drinking songs.” “Drinking song. Something rowdy, please.” Nina snorted. “Only for you, Wraith.
Six of Crows - Chapter 16
“Tell me something good anyway.” “It will be all right,” Inej said. “You’ll survive this. And then you’re going to be very, very rich. You’ll sing sea shanties and drinking songs nightly in an East Stave cabaret, and you’ll bribe everyone to give you standing ovations after every song.” Nina laughed softly. “Let’s buy the Menagerie.” Inej grinned, thinking of the future and her little ship. “Let’s buy it and burn it down.”
Six of Crows - Chapter 42
They watched the waves for a while. “Ready?” Nina said. Inej was glad she hadn’t had to ask.
Six of Crows - Chapter 42
But the days until Van Eck’s deadline were dwindling, and Matthias knew Nina would allow herself no comfort until Inej was safe.
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 3
Nina would never let Kaz abandon her. She’d fight with everything she had to free Inej even if she was still in the grips of parem.
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 4
She couldn’t afford to let it get the best of her, not when they were this close to rescuing Inej. Be all right, Nina willed silently, hoping her thoughts could somehow cut through the air, speed over the waters of the Ketterdam harbors, and reach her friend. Stay safe and whole and wait for us.
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 6
She’d forced herself to think of the shame on the boat, the future she might be able to make with Matthias, but the thought that had brought her back to sanity was Inej. She owed Inej her life, and there was no way she was leaving her stranded with Van Eck.
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 6
The five people inside rose, guns and fists raised, and Inej skidded to a halt. Nina shrieked, “Inej!” She flew across the room and crushed Inej in a tight hug. Then they were all around her at once, hugging her, clapping her on the back. Nina would not let go of her.
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 11
“Those silos are nearly twenty stories high! Is Inej going to go up and down ten of them in one night?” “Just one,” said Kaz. “And then what?” said Nina, hands back on her hips and green eyes blazing. (...) (...) Nina threw her hands in the air. “And all of it without a net, I suppose?” “A Ghafa never performs with a net,” Inej said indignantly. “Does a Ghafa frequently perform twenty stories above cobblestones after being held prisoner for a week?” (...) "Inej, make a list of what you’ll need. We hit the silos in twenty-four hours.” “Absolutely not,” said Nina. “Inej needs to rest.”
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 11
"If I’m going to do this, I want us to get the rest of the Grisha out of the city.” “Forget it. I’m not running a charity for refugees.” “Then I’m out.” “Fine. You’re out. You’ll still get your share of the money for your work on the Ice Court job, but I don’t need you on this crew.” “No,” said Inej quietly. “But you need me.” Kaz rested his cane across his legs. “It seems everyone is forming alliances.” (...) “They’re called friendships, Kaz.”
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 11
She gave Nina’s shoulders a squeeze. “And I know no fiercer warrior, powers or not.”
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 17
And then Wylan knew just how much trouble they were in, because Nina hadn’t argued. She’d simply put her head in her hands and gone silent. “They’ll be all right,” said Inej, placing an arm around her shoulders. “He’ll be all right.”
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 23
Inej gave her a tight hug. “Come on,” she said. “We’ll get Colm to order us something decadent.” “That’s your answer for everything.” “You’re complaining?” Inej asked. “I’m stating one of the reasons I adore you.”
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 28
Kaz said, emerging from behind the wine crates. “Where’s Inej?” “I’m fine,” said Inej from behind him. “But Kuwei—” “You’re bleeding again,” Nina observed as she slid behind the high stacks of crates to join them. There was little traffic on the canal now, but it didn’t do to take chances. “And what happened to your eyes?” “I’d tell you to ask the White Blade, but…” Inej shrugged. “I hope she suffered.” “Nina.” “What? We can’t both be merciful and serene.”
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 39
They laid him down on the blanket. Nina sat beside him, saying nothing, his hand clutched in hers. Inej brought a shawl that she tucked over Nina’s arms, then crouched silently next to her, head nestled against her shoulder.
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 42
Inej placed her hands on Nina’s shoulders. “We’ll see each other again.” “Of course we will. You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.” “I think you’re ahead on that count.” “No, I don’t mean in the big ways.” Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. (...)
Crooked Kingdom - Chapter 42
Wylan played the piano and Jesper sang the dirtiest sea shanty Inej had ever heard. She missed Nina painfully. There had been no letters, and she could only hope her friend had made it to Fjerda safely and found some peace on the ice.
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imsobadatnicknames2 · 7 months ago
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How can you consider yourself any sort of leftist when you defend AI art bullshit? You literally simp for AI techbros and have the gall to pretend you're against big corporations?? Get fucked
I don't "defend" AI art. I think a particular old post of mine that a lot of people tend to read in bad faith must be making the rounds again lmao.
Took me a good while to reply to this because you know what? I decided to make something positive out of this and use this as an opportunity to outline what I ACTUALLY believe about AI art. If anyone seeing this decides to read it in good or bad faith... Welp, your choice I guess.
I have several criticisms of the way the proliferation of AI art generators and LLMs is making a lot of things worse. Some of these are things I have voiced in the past, some of these are things I haven't until now:
Most image and text AI generators are fine-tuned to produce nothing but the most agreeable, generically pretty content slop, pretty much immediately squandering their potential to be used as genuinely interesting artistic tools with anything to offer in terms of a unique aesthetic experience (AI video still manages to look bizarre and interesting but it's getting there too)
In the entertainment industry and a lot of other fields, AI image generation is getting incorporated into production pipelines in ways that lead to the immiseration of working artists, being used to justify either lower wages or straight-up layoffs, and this is something that needs to be fought against. That's why I unconditionally supported the SAG-AFTRA strikes last year and will unconditionally support any collective action to address AI art as a concrete labor issue
In most fields where it's being integrated, AI art is vastly inferior to human artists in any use case where you need anything other than to make a superficially pretty picture really fast. If you need to do anything like ask for revisions or minor corrections, give very specific descriptions of how objects and people are interacting with each other, or just like. generate several pictures of the same thing and have them stay consistent with each other, you NEED human artists and it's preposterous to think they can be replaced by AI.
There is a lot of art on the internet that consists of the most generically pretty, cookie-cutter anime waifu-adjacent slop that has zero artistic or emotional value to either the people seeing it or the person churning it out, and while this certainly was A Thing before the advent of AI art generators, generative AI has made it extremely easy to become the kind of person who churns it out and floods online art spaces with it.
Similarly, LLMs make it extremely easy to generate massive volumes of texts, pages, articles, listicles and what have you that are generic vapid SEO-friendly pap at best and bizzarre nonsense misinformation at worst, drowning useful information in a sea of vapid noise and rendering internet searches increasingly useless.
The way LLMs are being incorporated into customer service and similar services not only, again, encourages further immiseration of customer service workers, but it's also completely useless for most customers.
A very annoyingly vocal part the population of AI art enthusiasts, fanatics and promoters do tend to talk about it in a way that directly or indirectly demeans the merit and skill of human artists and implies that they think of anyone who sees anything worthwile in the process of creation itself rather than the end product as stupid or deluded.
So you can probably tell by now that I don't hold AI art or writing in very high regard. However (and here's the part that'll get me called an AI techbro, or get people telling me that I'm just jealous of REAL artists because I lack the drive to create art of my own, or whatever else) I do have some criticisms of the way people have been responding to it, and have voiced such criticisms in the past.
I think a lot of the opposition to AI art has critstallized around unexamined gut reactions, whipping up a moral panic, and pressure to outwardly display an acceptable level of disdain for it. And in particular I think this climate has made a lot of people very prone to either uncritically entertain and adopt regressive ideas about Intellectual Propety, OR reveal previously held regressive ideas about Intellectual Property that are now suddenly more socially acceptable to express:
(I wanna preface this section by stating that I'm a staunch intellectual property abolitionist for the same reason I'm a private property abolitionist. If you think the existence of intellectual property is a good thing, a lot of my ideas about a lot of stuff are gonna be unpalatable to you. Not much I can do about it.)
A lot of people are suddenly throwing their support behind any proposal that promises stricter copyright regulations to combat AI art, when a lot of these also have the potential to severely udnermine fair use laws and fuck over a lot of independent artist for the benefit of big companies.
It was very worrying to see a lot of fanfic authors in particular clap for the George R R Martin OpenAI lawsuit because well... a lot of them don't realize that fanfic is a hobby that's in a position that's VERY legally precarious at best, that legally speaking using someone else's characters in your fanfic is as much of a violation of copyright law as straight up stealing entire passages, and that any regulation that can be used against the latter can be extended against the former.
Similarly, a lot of artists were cheering for the lawsuit against AI art models trained to mimic the style of specific artists. Which I agree is an extremely scummy thing to do (just like a human artist making a living from ripping off someone else's work is also extremely scummy), but I don't think every scummy act necessarily needs to be punishable by law, and some of them would in fact leave people worse off if they were. All this to say: If you are an artist, and ESPECIALLY a fan artist, trust me. You DON'T wanna live in a world where there's precedent for people's artstyles to be considered intellectual property in any legally enforceable way. I know you wanna hurt AI art people but this is one avenue that's not worth it.
Especially worrying to me as an indie musician has been to see people mention the strict copyright laws of the music industry as a positive thing that they wanna emulate. "this would never happen in the music industry because they value their artists copyright" idk maybe this is a the grass is greener type of situation but I'm telling you, you DON'T wanna live in a world where copyright law in the visual arts world works the way it does in the music industry. It's not worth it.
I've seen at least one person compare AI art model training to music sampling and say "there's a reason why they cracked down on sampling" as if the death of sampling due to stricter copyright laws was a good thing and not literally one of the worst things to happen in the history of music which nearly destroyed several primarily black music genres. Of course this is anecdotal because it's just One Guy I Saw Once, but you can see what I mean about how uncritical support for copyright law as a tool against AI can lead people to adopt increasingly regressive ideas about copyright.
Similarly, I've seen at least one person go "you know what? Collages should be considered art theft too, fuck you" over an argument where someone else compared AI art to collages. Again, same point as above.
Similarly, I take issue with the way a lot of people seem EXTREMELY personally invested in proving AI art is Not Real Art. I not only find this discussion unproductive, but also similarly dangerously prone to validating very reactionary ideas about The Nature Of Art that shouldn't really be entertained. Also it's a discussion rife with intellectual dishonesty and unevenly applied definition and standards.
When a lot of people present the argument of AI art not being art because the definition of art is this and that, they try to pretend that this is the definition of art the've always operated under and believed in, even when a lot of the time it's blatantly obvious that they're constructing their definition on the spot and deliberately trying to do so in such a way that it doesn't include AI art.
They never succeed at it, btw. I've seen several dozen different "AI art isn't art because art is [definition]". I've seen exactly zero of those where trying to seriously apply that definition in any context outside of trying to prove AI art isn't art doesn't end up in it accidentally excluding one or more non-AI artforms, usually reflecting the author's blindspots with regard to the different forms of artistic expression.
(However, this is moot because, again, these are rarely definitions that these people actually believe in or adhere to outside of trying to win "Is AI art real art?" discussions.)
Especially worrying when the definition they construct is built around stuff like Effort or Skill or Dedication or The Divine Human Spirit. You would not be happy about the kinds of art that have traditionally been excluded from Real Art using similar definitions.
Seriously when everyone was celebrating that the Catholic Church came out to say AI art isn't real art and sharing it as if it was validating and not Extremely Worrying that the arguments they'd been using against AI art sounded nearly identical to things TradCaths believe I was like. Well alright :T You can make all the "I never thought I'd die fighting side by side with a catholic" legolas and gimli memes you want, but it won't change the fact that the argument being made by the catholic church was a profoundly conservative one and nearly identical to arguments used to dismiss the artistic merit of certain forms of "degenerate" art and everyone was just uncritically sharing it, completely unconcerned with what kind of worldview they were lending validity to by sharing it.
Remember when the discourse about the Gay Sex cats pic was going on? One of the things I remember the most from that time was when someone went "Tell me a definition of art that excludes this picture without also excluding Fountain by Duchamp" and how just. Literally no one was able to do it. A LOT of people tried to argue some variation of "Well, Fountain is art and this image isn't because what turns fountain into art is Intent. Duchamp's choice to show a urinal at an art gallery as if it was art confers it an element of artistic intent that this image lacks" when like. Didn't by that same logic OP's choice to post the image on tumblr as if it was art also confer it artistic intent in the same way? Didn't that argument actually kinda end up accidentally validating the artistic status of every piece of AI art ever posted on social media? That moment it clicked for me that a lot of these definitions require applying certain concepts extremely selectively in order to make sense for the people using them.
A lot of people also try to argue it isn't Real Art based on the fact that most AI art is vapid but like. If being vapid definitionally excludes something from being art you're going to have to exclude a whooole lot of stuff along with it. AI art is vapid. A lot of art is too, I don't think this argument works either.
Like, look, I'm not really invested in trying to argue in favor of The Artistic Merits of AI art but I also find it extremely hard to ignore how trying to categorically define AI art as Not Real Art not only is unproductive but also requires either a) applying certain parts of your definition of art extremely selectively, b) constructing a definition of art so convoluted and full of weird caveats as to be functionally useless, or c) validating extremely reactionary conservative ideas about what Real Art is.
Some stray thoughts that don't fit any of the above sections.
I've occassionally seen people respond to AI art being used for shitposts like "A lot of people have affordable commissions, you could have paid someone like $30 to draw this for you instead of using the plagiarism algorithm and exploiting the work of real artists" and sorry but if you consider paying an artist a rate that amounts to like $5 for several hours of work a LESS exploitative alternative I think you've got something fucked up going on with your priorities.
Also it's kinda funny when people comment on the aforementioned shitposts with some variation of "see, the usage of AI art robs it of all humor because the thing that makes shitposts funny is when you consider the fact that someone would spend so much time and effort in something so stupid" because like. Yeah that is part of the humor SOMETIMES but also people share and laugh at low effort shitposts all the time. Again you're constructing a definition that you don't actually believe in anywhere outside of this type of conversations. Just say you don't like that it's AI art because you think it's morally wrong and stop being disingenuous.
So yeah, this is pretty much everything I believe about the topic.
I don't "defend" AI art, but my opposition to it is firmly rooted in my principles, and that means I refuse to uncritically accept any anti-AI art argument that goes against those same principles.
If you think not accepting and parroting every Anti-AI art argument I encounter because some of them are ideologically rooted in things I disagree with makes me indistinguishable from "AI techbros" you're working under a fucked up dichotomy.
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wonyowonyo · 4 months ago
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COURTSHIP (K. Minji X M! Reader)
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Hello there wonyowonyo here! I'm back with another update :0 This one is one of the 3 requested oneshots I was talking about previously. As for the other 2, I'm still working on them so I hope you guys do wait for them! Idk when I'll finish it, since I'm starting get busy a bit, but I'll try to finish those requests! Anyways no more yapping, this one was abt 5.6k words! As always, I hope you guys enjoy this one! see yall later ^^
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Y/N has always had a passion for basketball. As the star player of his high school team, the court is where you feel most alive. But lately, there’s been something — or rather, someone — distracting Y/N.
Minji.
Minji, with her bright smile and infectious energy, has been the topic of many of Y/N’s daydreams. She’s in his class, and while she’s friendly and approachable, she’s also incredibly dense when it comes to his feelings. Despite his best efforts, she just doesn’t seem to get it.
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The gym was alive with energy as Ador High faced off against their rivals, Hanlim High. The bleachers were packed with students, teachers, and parents, all roaring with excitement. Banners waved, and the school band played spirited tunes to keep the energy high.
Y/N, the team's star player, stood tall at the center of the court, his eyes scanning the crowd. His teammates huddled around him, their faces a mix of determination and anticipation. Coach Kim gave them a final pep talk, emphasizing teamwork and focus.
"Remember, guys, we've trained hard for this, let’s win this and punch our way to the finals." Coach Kim said, clapping his hands for emphasis. "Stay sharp, watch your passes, and keep the pressure on. Y/N, you're our ace player. Lead us to victory."
Y/N nodded, his heart pounding with adrenaline. He lived for moments like these, the thrill of the game, the roar of the crowd. But today, something—or rather, someone—was distracting him.
As the referee blew the whistle to start the game, Y/N's eyes wandered to the stands. There, among the sea of faces, he spotted Minji. She was easy to find, her energetic presence like a beacon in the crowd. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore the school's colors, waving a homemade sign that read, "Go Y/N! You're the best!"
Minji's smile was infectious, and Y/N felt a flutter in his chest. He quickly shook it off, reminding himself he had a game to win.
The tip-off was won by Ador High, and Y/N immediately took control of the ball. He moved with precision and grace, dribbling past defenders with ease. The crowd's cheers grew louder with each successful play.
"Y/N! Over here!" shouted his teammate, Jisoo, who was in a perfect position near the basket.
Y/N feinted left, sending his defender off balance, and passed the ball to Jisoo, who scored with a clean shot. The crowd erupted, and Y/N exchanged a quick high-five with Jisoo before getting back into position.
Among the cheering, Y/N's eyes kept drifting back to Minji. She was jumping up and down, excitement radiating from her. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and Y/N found himself smiling despite the intensity of the game.
As the first quarter progressed, Y/N continued to shine, making key plays and scoring crucial points. Ador High were ahead, but Hanlim High were relentless, keeping the pressure on.
During a brief timeout, Y/N sat on the bench, gulping down water. His coach patted him on the back. "Great job out there, Y/N. Keep it up."
Y/N nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. His thoughts drifted back to Minji. He wondered if she had any idea how much her support meant to him. Probably not, he mused, given how dense she could be about these things.
The game resumed, and Y/N's focus sharpened. He executed a flawless crossover, leaving his defender in the dust, and drove towards the basket. As he leaped for a layup, two defenders swooped in, trying to stop his attack.
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The ball sailed through the hoop, and the crowd roared. Y/N landed gracefully as he caught a glimpse of Minji in the stands, her eyes wide with admiration. His heart pounded not just from the exertion but from the thrill of seeing Minji's reaction.
At halftime, Ador High led by a slim margin. The team gathered in the locker room, strategizing for the second half. Y/N's mind, however, was partially elsewhere. He couldn't help but think about Minji, her infectious energy, and the way she made his heart race.
"Y/N, you good?" asked Jisoo, noticing his friend's distraction.
"Yeah, just thinking about the game," Y/N replied, though his thoughts were more about Minji than the game plan.
Back on the court for the second half, Y/N refocused his efforts. Hanlim High were playing more aggressively, and the game became a fierce battle of skill and endurance. Y/N's leadership and skill were pivotal in maintaining their lead.
With the final minutes ticking down, the score was tied. The tension in the gym was palpable. Y/N knew this was it—the moment to seal their victory. He dribbled past two defenders, his eyes locked on the basket.
"Y/N! You can do it!" Minji's voice cut through the noise, loud and clear.
Spurred on by her encouragement, Y/N made his move. He executed a perfect spin and launched the ball towards the basket. The gym fell silent for a breathless moment as the ball sailed through the air.
Swish.
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The buzzer sounded, and the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. Ador High had won. Y/N's teammates mobbed him, lifting him onto their shoulders. Amid the celebration, Y/N's eyes found Minji's. She was clapping and cheering, her face beaming with pride.
As he was carried off the court, Y/N couldn't help but think that this victory was not just for 
the team, but for Minji. Her support had fueled his determination and made the win even sweeter.
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After the game, Y/N was in high spirits. Ador High had won, and he was determined to use the victory high to confess his feelings to Minji. He found her waiting outside the locker room, her smile brighter than the gym lights.
"Hey, Minji! Thanks for coming to the game," Y/N said, trying to keep his cool.
"Of course! You're amazing out there, Y/N!" Minji replied, her eyes sparkling.
Y/N took a deep breath. "Minji, I—"
Just then, a teammate interrupted, slapping Y/N on the back. "Great game, man! We're heading to the diner to celebrate. You in?"
Y/N shot his teammate a frustrated look but managed a smile. "Yeah, I'll be there in a bit."
Minji, completely missing Y/N's attempt at a confession, clapped her hands. "Ooh, can I come too?"
Y/N sighed inwardly but couldn't say no to her. "Sure, why not?"
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At the local diner, the basketball team was loud and boisterous, celebrating their recent win. The energy was infectious, and even the usually reserved Y/N found himself laughing along with his teammates. But amidst the chaos, he couldn't take his eyes off Minji, who was engrossed in conversation with their friends, a milkshake in her hand.
Y/N decided it was now or never. He needed a moment alone with her. "Hey, Minji, can we talk?" he asked, trying to catch her attention.
Minji looked up, her face smeared with whipped cream. "Sure, Y/N! What's up?"
Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "You, uh, have a little something on your face."
Minji wiped her face with a napkin and smiled brightly. "Thanks! So, what did you want to talk about?"
Taking a deep breath, Y/N began, "Minji, I really—"
Before he could finish, a waiter tripped, sending a tray of drinks flying. Instinctively, Y/N pulled Minji out of the way, and they ended up in a tangled heap on the floor, laughing.
"Wow, Y/N, you're like a superhero!" Minji giggled, completely oblivious to the romantic tension.
Y/N sighed, thinking to himself, How can someone be so dense?
As they got up, Minji dusted herself off. "Thanks for saving me, Y/N. That was close!"
"No problem," Y/N replied, trying to hide his frustration. "Uh, so, about what I wanted to say—"
"Hey, Y/N! Minji! Come join us for a group photo!" one of their teammates called out, waving a camera.
Minji grabbed Y/N's hand. "Let's go! It'll be fun!"
Y/N followed, his chance for confession slipping away once again. They squeezed into the group, and the camera flashed, capturing Minji's bright smile and Y/N's slightly forced one.
"Alright, on the count of three, say 'cheese'!" the teammate said.
"Cheese!" everyone chorused, and the camera clicked again.
As the evening wore on, Y/N found himself continually thwarted by interruptions. Every time he tried to steer Minji away for a private conversation, someone would call her over or something would happen to derail his attempts.
By the end of the night, Y/N was exhausted. As they walked out of the diner, Minji looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You seemed like you had something important to say earlier. What was it?"
Y/N gave a weary smile. "It's nothing, Minji. Really."
She patted his shoulder. "Well, if it's important, you'll tell me eventually. Right?"
"Yeah," Y/N said, feeling a twinge of frustration. "Eventually."
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Determined to make his feelings clear, Y/N invited Minji to study together in the library. He thought the quiet atmosphere would be perfect for a heart-to-heart.
"Minji, there's something important I need to tell you," Y/N began, his palms sweaty as he fidgeted with his notes.
Minji looked up from her book, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it, Y/N?"
Y/N took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I—"
Before he could continue, Minji gasped. "Oh no! I forgot to feed my goldfish this morning!" She jumped up, knocking over her chair in the process.
Y/N facepalmed. "Minji, your goldfish will be fine for a few more hours."
Minji sat back down, looking relieved. "You're right. Sorry, Y/N. What were you saying?"
Y/N shook his head, trying to keep his frustration in check. "I really, really—"
Just then, the librarian shushed them loudly, and they both burst out laughing, earning more stern looks from the librarian.
Minji covered her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. "We should probably keep it down, huh?"
"Yeah, probably," Y/N agreed, still chuckling.
They returned to their books, and Y/N tried to focus on his studies, but his mind kept drifting back to what he wanted to say. After a few minutes of silence, he decided to try again.
"Minji, I—"
This time, Minji's phone buzzed loudly. She quickly grabbed it, glancing at the screen. "Oh, it's my mom. She wants to know if I need a ride home."
Y/N's shoulders slumped. "Do you?"
Minji shook her head. "Nah, I'll walk. It's a nice day out."
"Okay." Y/N took another deep breath. "Minji, I—"
The librarian appeared out of nowhere, glaring at them. "If you two can't keep it down, I'll have to ask you to leave."
"Sorry," they both mumbled, trying not to laugh.
Once the librarian had gone, Minji turned to Y/N. "It's really hard to have a conversation here, huh?"
"Yeah, it is," Y/N admitted, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement.
"Maybe we can talk later? After we finish studying?" Minji suggested.
"Sure," Y/N agreed, hoping that later would bring fewer interruptions.
During their “study” session, Y/N was determined to finally get his message across. Instead of actually studying, Y/N was racking his brain for ideas to confess his feelings to Minji. After a minute of brainstorming, he decided to write Minji a letter, hoping that putting his feelings into words would make things clearer. He spent hours crafting the perfect confession, pouring his heart onto the page. He tried to be sneaky as possible, trying to avoid the attention of the laser-focused Minji who’s diligently studying just in front of him.
After spending hours on the library, the pair decided to finally call it quits, as they both left the school premise to walk home. Y/N tried to act as natural as possible as he walked beside Minji who was busy sightseeing. Pushing down his nervousness and finally deciding to make his move, Y/N cleared his throat to get the attention of Minji. 
“H-hey, here. Read this.” Just as he was about to hand the letter to Minji, a strong gust of wind blew it out of his hand. Y/N watched in horror as the letter fluttered through the air and landed in a puddle.
Minji picked it up, her eyes widening as she read the waterlogged, smudged words. "Uh, Y/N? Why does this say you want to 'beef' with me?"
Y/N facepalmed, realizing the ink had smeared beyond recognition. "It was supposed to say I want to be with you'!"  He screamed internally.
Minji giggled, completely missing the point again. "Oh, Y/N, you're so funny! But I don't think fighting would be a good idea."
Y/N sighed, shaking his head but unable to stay mad at her. "Yeah, you're right. Fighting's not my style."
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One weekend, Y/N asked Minji to go to the amusement park, hoping a fun day out would provide the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Minji exclaimed as they arrived at the park, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
They rode roller coasters, played games, and ate cotton candy. Y/N couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun, but he was still looking for the right moment to confess.
As they stood in line for the Ferris wheel, Y/N decided it was now or never. The view from the top, the gentle sway of the cabin—it all felt so romantic.
"Minji, I—" Y/N began, but Minji cut him off with a delighted squeal.
"Look, Y/N! We're almost at the front of the line! I can't wait to see the view from the top!" Minji exclaimed, completely missing his attempt at a confession.
Y/N sighed inwardly but couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. One of these days, she'll understand.
They climbed into the Ferris wheel cabin, and as it slowly ascended, Y/N's heart pounded. He looked over at Minji, who was gazing out at the park below with wide eyes.
"It's so beautiful," she said, her voice filled with wonder.
"Yeah, it is," Y/N agreed, though he was looking at her rather than the view.
As they reached the top, Y/N took a deep breath. "Minji, I—"
Minji turned to him, her eyes sparkling. "Yes?"
Y/N felt his courage falter. "I—really like this view."
Minji laughed. "Me too! It's amazing up here."
Y/N sighed, kicking himself for chickening out. He needed to find the right moment, but it seemed like every time he tried, something got in the way.
After the Ferris wheel, they wandered around the park, playing more games and enjoying the various attractions. As the sun began to set, they found themselves at a quiet spot near the park's lake.
"Minji, there's something I need to tell you," Y/N said, his heart pounding once again.
Minji looked at him, her expression serious for once. "What is it, Y/N?"
Just as Y/N was about to speak, a group of kids ran by, laughing and shouting, interrupting the moment.
Y/N groaned inwardly. "Never mind. It's not important."
Minji frowned. "Are you sure? It seemed important."
Y/N forced a smile. "Yeah, it's fine. Let's just enjoy the rest of the day."
Minji nodded, though she still looked concerned. "Okay, if you say so."
The annual school festival was a big event, and Y/N saw it as another opportunity to get closer to Minji. They wandered through the various stalls, played games, and enjoyed the performances. Minji's laughter was infectious, and Y/N found himself falling for her even more.
"Let's try the ring toss!" Minji suggested, dragging Y/N over to a game booth.
"Alright, but I'm warning you, I'm not very good at this," Y/N said with a grin.
Minji laughed. "That's okay! It's just for fun."
They each took turns tossing rings, and Minji managed to win a small stuffed bear. She handed it to Y/N with a smile. "Here, this is for you."
Y/N accepted the bear, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Thanks, Minji."
As the day went on, they continued to enjoy the festival together. Y/N couldn't help but notice how happy Minji seemed, and it made him even more determined to tell her how he felt.
At the end of the day, there was a fireworks display. Y/N and Minji found a spot on the school rooftop to watch. The sky lit up with brilliant colors, and Y/N felt the perfect moment had arrived.
"Minji, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," Y/N said, turning to face her, his heart pounding in his chest.
Minji looked at him, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it, Y/N?"
Y/N took a deep breath. "Minji, I really—"
Minji suddenly gasped, cutting him off. "Oh my gosh, Y/N! Are you going to tell me that you’ll finally teach me basketball for my P.E class?!"
Y/N blinked, completely thrown off. "Uh... what?"
Minji nodded enthusiastically. "I knew it! You kept trying to deny my request, but in the end you still have a soft spot for me huh, Y/N!"
Y/N stared at her, dumbfounded. "I was actually busy back then, Minji. But that's not what I—"
"Shhh, the fireworks are starting!" Minji exclaimed, turning her attention back to the sky.
Y/N sighed, shaking his head as he stared at the night sky. One of these days, she'll understand. Hopefully.
As the fireworks exploded overhead, Y/N felt a mix of frustration and hope. He knew he would eventually get through to Minji, but for now, he would just enjoy the moment with her.
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That night, after yet another failed attempt to confess his feelings, Y/N lay in bed, feeling both elated and exasperated. He replayed all the missed opportunities in his head, each one more ridiculous than the last.
First, there was the locker room interruption. Then, the diner disaster. The study session? Don’t even get him started. The amusement park and the school festival were supposed to be perfect, but of course, things had to go hilariously wrong.
He grabbed his pillow and screamed into it, letting out all his pent-up frustration. "Why, Minji? Why are you so dense?!" he muttered dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.
Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a text from Minji:
Minji: Hey Y/N, I just realized... were you trying to tell me something important today?
Y/N stared at his phone, his mouth agape. He couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. He quickly typed back:
Y/N: Yes, Minji. Yes, I was.
Minji: LOL! I'm such a dummy. But I’m glad you're my friend! Anyways, see you tomorrow at the local park 😊
Y/N sighed, shaking his head but smiling. "Better late than never," he muttered, feeling the weight of all those missed opportunities lift off his shoulders.
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The next day, true to her word, Minji showed up at the local basketball court, eager to learn. Y/N couldn't help but admire her enthusiasm, even if she was a bit clumsy with the ball.
"Okay, first you need to dribble like this," Y/N demonstrated, bouncing the ball with ease.
Minji tried to mimic him but ended up fumbling the ball. She laughed, a sound that always made Y/N's heart melt. "This is harder than it looks!"
Y/N moved closer, gently guiding her hands. "Here, let me help you."
He stood behind her, his hands over hers, guiding her movements. As they practiced, Y/N realized that Minji's determination was part of her charm. Her cheerful personality and genuine innocence made every moment with her feel like an adventure. However, she can be dense as a mountain when it comes to feelings.
"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it," Y/N encouraged, smiling.
Minji pouted playfully. "I hope so. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone."
"You won't," Y/N assured her. "You're doing great."
As the afternoon went on, Minji's skills slowly improved. She laughed and stumbled, but she never gave up. Her persistence reminded Y/N of why he cared for her so much. She was a beacon of positivity in his life, always looking at the bright side.
They took a break, sitting on the court and sipping water. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the gym.
"Thank you for teaching me, Y/N," Minji said, her eyes sincere. "It means a lot."
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Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest. "Anytime, Minji. I'm glad we can spend time together like this."
Minji beamed. "Me too."
As they sat there, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Y/N realized that these moments, both on and off the court, were the ones he would cherish forever. It wasn't just about the game; it was about the people who made it meaningful. And Minji was at the heart of it all.
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The championship game was the biggest event of the year. The gym was packed with students, teachers, and parents, all cheering for Ador High. The bleachers were a sea of orange and black, with banners and posters waving enthusiastically in the air. The scent of popcorn and excitement filled the space, creating an electric atmosphere.
Y/N was more focused than ever, but knowing Minji was in the crowd cheering for him made his heart pound. He glanced up and saw her, her smile a beacon of encouragement. He took a deep breath and joined his teammates in their final huddle.
"Alright, guys," the coach said, his voice steady and calm. "This is our moment. Play smart, play hard, and remember, we've got each other's backs."
The game began with a flurry of activity. The opposing team, Seoul High, were formidable, their defense tight and their offense relentless. Y/N dodged and weaved, his muscles straining with every pass, every pivot. The sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished wood floor and the rhythmic pounding of the basketball echoed through the gym.
As the first quarter progressed, both teams fought fiercely for the lead. Y/N executed a perfect layup, drawing cheers from the crowd. But Seoul High quickly countered with a three-pointer, keeping the score neck and neck.
During a timeout, Y/N wiped the sweat from his brow and listened as the coach outlined their strategy. "Stay sharp, and keep the pressure on. Y/N, you'll be our key player in the final minutes. Trust your instincts."
Back on the court, Y/N felt the weight of the game on his shoulders. He knew the clock was ticking down, and the pressure was mounting. With only two minutes left, the score was tied. Ador High fought for every inch, their determination unwavering.
The game was intense. Ador High and Seoul High were evenly matched, each team responding to the other’s moves with agility and precision. The ball changed hands rapidly, with neither side able to secure a solid lead.
With a minute left in the fourth quarter, Ador High were down by two points. Y/N knew it was now or never. He stole the ball from an opposing player and sprinted down the court. The crowd's roar was deafening. He passed the ball to his teammate, who quickly passed it back to him.
Y/N was at the three-point line when he saw an opening. He darted past his defender and charged toward the basket. Seoul High' center, a towering player, tried to block him, but Y/N was faster. He jumped, the world around him slowing down. With all his might, he slammed the ball into the hoop.
The gym exploded with cheers. Ador High were now up by one point. The slam dunk had turned the tide of the game, and Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline and pride.
With only seconds left on the clock, Seoul High scrambled to regain control. But Ador High' defense was impenetrable. Y/N stole the ball again, blitzing his way to the opponent's side of the court. However, a defender was just right behind him, slowly catching up to lock him down. Entering the paint, Y/N immediately sprung into the air while gripping the ball with all his might. Everyone watched, as Y/N stayed in the air before slamming the ball right onto the hoop just as the final buzzer sounded.
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Ador High had won the championship, thanks to Y/N’s back to back dunk. His teammates lifted him onto their shoulders, the victory a culmination of their hard work and dedication.
Amid the celebration, Y/N spotted Minji running towards him. Her face was radiant with pride, her eyes shining. She threw her arms around him, her joy palpable.
"You're amazing, Y/N! We won!" Minji exclaimed, her smile brighter than ever.
Y/N hugged her back, his heart full. "Thanks, Minji. I couldn't have done it without you."
Minji pulled back, looking confused. "Me? But all I did was cheer."
Y/N laughed, a sound of pure happiness. "And that made all the difference."
As the team celebrated their victory, Y/N knew this was a moment he would cherish forever. The roar of the crowd, the embrace of his friends and family, and Minji's unwavering support. This was more than a game; it was a testament to teamwork, perseverance, and the power of believing in oneself.
After the initial celebration, the team gathered in the locker room, their spirits high. The coach gave a rousing speech, praising everyone's effort and determination. Y/N's teammates clapped him on the back, congratulating him on his game-winning shot.
"Man, you were on fire out there!" one teammate exclaimed.
"Yeah, you really carried us in the final minutes," another added.
Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie and pride.
As they changed out of their uniforms, Y/N couldn't help but think about Minji. He had to find the right moment to finally tell her how he felt. He glanced at his phone and saw a text from her:
Minji: Congrats, Y/N! You were incredible! 😊
Y/N replied: Thanks, Minji. Can we meet outside? I need to talk to you.
Minji: Sure! Be there in a sec.
Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. As he walked out of the locker room, he saw Minji waiting for him, her smile as bright as ever.
"Hey, Y/N! What's up?" she asked cheerfully.
Y/N's heart raced. "Minji, there's something important I need to tell you. I've been trying to say it for a while now, but things keep getting in the way."
Minji tilted her head, looking curious. "What is it, Y/N?"
Y/N took a deep breath. "Minji, I—"
Just then, his teammate burst through the door, yelling, "Yo, Y/N! Coach wants you back inside for a team photo!"
Y/N groaned inwardly, feeling the frustration build up again. "Okay, I'll be right there." He turns and smiled at his teammate, biting the insides of his cheeks. His eyes squinted as he telepathically communicated with his teammate. ‘Boy you better thank the gods above we are living in a civilized society’.
The poor teammate, jolted as he awkwardly exits himself back to the team.
Minji giggled. "I'll wait here. Don't keep me waiting too long!"
Y/N nodded, feeling both exasperated and amused. One of these days, he'd get his chance.
After the game, Y/N and Minji found a quiet spot outside the gym. The moonlight cast a soft glow over them, and Y/N knew it was the perfect moment.
"Minji, I have something to tell you," Y/N said, his voice steady.
Minji looked at him, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it, Y/N?"
Y/N took a deep breath. "Minji, I like you. A lot. More than just a friend."
Minji's face lit up with realization. "Oh! You mean like more than my love for fried chicken?"
Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, Minji. Much more than that."
Minji's face slowly lit up with realization. "Oh, I get it! You want to join the culinary club to learn how to make fried chicken, don't you?"
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Y/N's jaw dropped. "W-What? No! That's not what I meant!"
Minji giggled, completely missing the point. "Oh, Y/N! You're so funny. But sure, I'll help you join the culinary club if that's what you want!"
Y/N sighed deeply, shaking his head but unable to stay mad at her. "Thanks, Minji. You're the best." Giving her a weakened thumbs up and smile.
As he walked home alone, he couldn't help but just laugh at the misunderstanding. Minji's innocence and humor were part of what he loved about her, even if it made things a bit more complicated. But he’s lying if the constant failures he’s facing aren't affecting him. 
“Let’s not give up yet, we still have plenty more chances!” He motivates himself, reassuring his feelings and his unwavering will. 
He proceeded to run the remaining kilometer on his way home.
In the following days, Y/N found himself in another series of dense moments with Minji that only added to his growing frustration and affection:
They were in the library, supposedly studying for their upcoming exams. Minji was intensely focused on her notes, her brows furrowed in concentration. Y/N, however, was distracted by her presence.
"Minji," he whispered, trying to be subtle.
"Hmm?" She looked up, her expression softening.
"I wanted to ask you something," he began, his heart racing.
"Sure, what is it?" she asked, leaning in closer.
"Do you ever think about..." he trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his question.
"Think about what?" she prompted, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Um, about us, you know, being more than friends?" he finally managed to say.
Minji's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, you mean like study buddies? I'd love that! We can help each other with all our subjects!"
Y/N sighed inwardly, trying to keep his smile. "Yeah, study buddies. That's exactly what I meant."
A few days later, they were in the cafeteria, enjoying lunch together. Y/N decided to try again.
"Minji, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," he said, gathering his courage.
"What's that, Y/N?" she asked, looking up from her food.
"I really like you, Minji. I mean, I really like you," he said, hoping she would understand this time.
Minji's face lit up with a smile. "Oh, I like you too, Y/N! You're one of my best friends."
Y/N felt a pang of disappointment but managed to keep his composure. "Thanks, Minji. You're one of my best friends too."
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After another failed attempt to confess his feelings, Y/N decided to make one last grand gesture. He arranged a surprise for Minji on the rooftop of their school, a place they both loved for its breathtaking view of the city.
Y/N decorated the rooftop with fairy lights, creating a magical ambiance under the night sky. He set up a picnic blanket, complete with all of Minji’s favorite snacks. He took a deep breath, hoping this time everything would go smoothly.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city, Y/N led Minji to the rooftop, covering her eyes with his hands.
"Y/N, what are you doing?" Minji giggled, clearly excited.
"Just trust me," Y/N said, guiding her carefully. "And... open your eyes!"
Minji gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. "Oh my gosh, Y/N! This is beautiful!"
Y/N smiled, feeling a bit more confident. "I wanted to do something special for you, Minji."
They sat down together, enjoying the view and the snacks. As the sky darkened and the stars began to twinkle, Y/N knew it was now or never.
"Minji," he began, his voice steady. "There's something I've been trying to tell you for a long time."
Minji looked at him, her eyes full of curiosity and warmth. "What is it, Y/N?"
Y/N took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Minji, I love you. I've loved you for so long, and I can't keep it to myself anymore. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, and I want to be more than just friends. I want to be with you."
Minji's eyes filled with tears, but she was smiling. "Oh, Y/N, I love you too! I can't believe it took us this long to say it out loud!"
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Y/N felt a wave of relief and joy wash over him. "So, does this mean...?"
"Yes, Y/N," Minji said, leaning in closer. "It means we're more than friends now."
Y/N pulled her into a tight embrace, his heart soaring. "I'm so glad you feel the same way, Minji."
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/N knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for. All the misunderstandings and dense moments had led them to this point, and it was worth every second.
The rooftop seemed to glow with a newfound warmth, and Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. He had finally confessed his feelings, and Minji had reciprocated. It was the start of a beautiful new chapter in their lives.
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The next day at school, Y/N and Minji walked hand-in-hand, their friends teasing them playfully.
"Finally, you two figured it out!" one friend joked.
"Yeah, it only took a million failed attempts," another added with a laugh.
Minji giggled, squeezing Y/N's hand. "I guess I'm not the only one who's dense."
Y/N grinned, feeling happier than ever. "Nope, we're a perfect match."
Reaching the hallway, they suddenly bumped into the Culinary Club president.
"Hey, Y/N! Minji said you wanted to join the Culinary Club to learn how to make fried chicken?" the president asked, grinning.
Y/N's face turned bright red as Minji burst into laughter. "Oh, Y/N! You really should have seen your face!"
Y/N groaned, feeling both embarrassed and amused. "Minji, I swear, that was not what I meant!"
Minji squeezed his hand, her laughter infectious. "I know, Y/N. But hey, maybe we can still join and make some delicious fried chicken together!"
Y/N chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, why not? As long as we're together."
As they walked to their next class, Minji suddenly stopped. "Oh no! I forgot to feed my goldfish again!"
Y/N laughed, shaking his head. "Don't worry, Minji. I'll help you with that too."
And so, their story continued, filled with basketball, laughter, love, and a whole lot of heart.
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mopopshop · 6 months ago
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Secret Plays
Summary: For three months, you've been secretly dating Diana Taurasi, your Phoenix Mercury teammate. Despite trying to keep it private, Diana's flirtatious behavior makes it hard to hide.
I made an OC for this one too bcs once again i hate using y/n in my writing and for my DT works reader is always gonna be 30+ bcs i don’t do huge huge age gaps like that 🧍🏾‍♀️
love y’all please enjoy !!🫶🏾🫶🏾
You and DT had been together secretly for about three months now, most of the team knew, coach suspected, but most importantly none of the public did. 
You were no longer considered a rookie as it’s your 7th year in the league. You came to the Mercury shortly after your 30th birthday and a great off-season overseas. You immediately caught Diana’s attention when you’d showed up for the first day of training camp, standing there awkwardly as coach introduced you to the rest of the team. 
From then on, Diana couldn’t not be around you, making any little excuse to be in your presence. Grabbing a new ball from storage? she tagged along, your shoes untied? immediately kneeling down to do it for you, walking to your car after practice? she’s right there with you. 
All the flirtatious tension between you two finally bubbled over at a team dinner that basically turned into a first date between you and D. The two of you had snuck off and spent the whole night talking and getting to know each other better. Eventually D drove you home, walked you to your door and that’s where you had shared your first kiss, after you pulled apart she whispered a husky “goodnight” in your ear and kissed your hand before reluctantly leaving in her car. You hadn’t stopped smiling for at least a week after the fact, giggling and blushing at the thought.
All that leading to the present day, you and D wee content with keeping your relationship out of the public eye. You weren’t ashamed of each other in any way but it’s peaceful and keeps nosy press out of your space.
Not that Diana’s good at keeping said secret though and especially at this game. 
It was Phoenix VS. Dallas and from the moment the team had stepped out on the court for warm ups D couldn’t keep her hands off you. 
Coach had you practicing shooting in a line to get loosened up and of course Diana had to be directly behind you, her hands grasping your waist while you waited your turn.
You whip around in her hold, trying to discreetly push her hands off “D I swear on everythi-“
She cuts you off, throwing her hands up in surrender “Just being a supportive teammate!”
“By touching my ass?”
“They weren’t even on your ass, I put my hands there to-“
You tune her out as Kaleah turns and tosses you the ball, catching it and effortlessly making a 3 before making your way to the back of the line. Diana’s right behind you still defending her previous actions and you cut her off quickly, putting a finger to her lips. 
“Hands off, behave.” you say trying to give your best stern look.
She has a big goofy smile on her face, nothing going on in that head of hers “You’re so pretty” she whispers, grabbing your hand from her lips and attempting to lace your fingers together.
You scoff, rolling your eyes and shoving her playfully. Her laugh explodes from behind you and for the rest of warmups you have to continuously remind her to keep her hands to herself because of the onslaught of cameras surrounding you. 
Even during the game she doesn’t stop, as much as you pretend to be annoyed you secretly love how clingy she is today. During quick huddles on the court she has her arm wrapped around your waist and even on the bench she’s got her hand on your thigh, not even paying attention to the game at times she’s just making conversation with you. 
Needless to say she doesn’t give a flying fuck that there’s thousands of fans and cameras around to catch her behavior. 
The game is  pretty neck and neck up until the 4th quarter when Dee makes a game winning shot, naturally, as she always does. The locker room was exploding with noise, the team hyped up on the excitement from winning. Shortly after, your team manager pulled you, Diana, and, Sophie into the press room for some questions. 
 Of course coach puts you and D right next to each other, you’re just praying that she behaves when there’s press directly in front of her face.
 Your prayers are ignored immediately when D puts her hand on your inner thigh, pinching it to get you to laugh. You try to keep your composure but the urge to burst out laughing is overwhelming. You turn to her to see that she’s not even looking at the room in front of her, her head is propped on her free hand as she’s turned towards you smirking. 
“Pay attention” you mouth 
She smiles wider, shaking her head and continues to mess with you. Finally a question is directed towards her and you hope it will get her to focus. 
“Um this one’s for Diana, You have stated multiple times that you see yourself as a sort of mentor for Audrey since she’s joined the team, how do you think that’s translated onto the court?” 
Diana straightens up slightly, but her hand remains on your thigh. She looks at the reporter and then back at you before finally addressing the question.
"Well," Diana starts, her voice steady and confident, "Audrey came to us with a lot of skill and potential. It's been a pleasure to work with her, not that there was much to change ‘cause she’s already so… talented and smart and brilliant-"
“Oh my god” you groan out, hiding your head in your hands.
She chuckles in the middle of her sentence, glancing at you “Nah, I’m kidding, I’m kidding well not really but anyways-“
You smack her bicep, laughing lightly “Jesus, D”
“Anyways! Anyways, you can see that she's become more confident and assertive. We've developed a great.. chemistry,” she sends you a quick wink that makes you blush “and have gotten much closer, which I think is evident in how we play together."
You nod along, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the sensation of Diana's fingers gently tracing patterns on your thigh.
The next question comes your way. "Audrey, what has it been like working so closely with Diana Taurasi? How has her mentorship influenced your game?"
You take a deep breath, trying to focus solely on the question. "Working with D has been incredible. She's pushed me to be better every day, and her confidence in me has really helped elevate my game. Even though I’ve been in the league for a while, my level of experience is nowhere near hers.. clearly” you chuckle make a snide but playful remark about her age and she shoves you lightly “And I feel like I've grown a lot as a player because of her guidance."
Diana gives your thigh a light squeeze, a silent acknowledgment of your words. The press conference continues with more questions, and you manage to keep your composure through it all, even as Diana's hand remains a constant, teasing presence.
After what feels like an eternity, the press conference finally wraps up. As you stand up to leave, Diana places her hand on your lower back to guide you out of the room, leaning in close and whispering in your ear, "You did great."
You can't help but smile. "You’re fucking impossible, you know that?"
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Only for you."
Back in the locker room, the team is still buzzing with excitement from the win. You and Diana slip away for a moment of privacy in a quieter corner. She pulls you into a gentle kiss, her lips soft and warm against yours.
"I can't help it," she murmurs when you pull away, resting her forehead against yours. "I just want to be close to you."
You chuckle, brushing a strand of hair back that’d escaped from her bun "Yeah I know, I know but keep your hands to yourself when there’s thousands of people with their own cameras that can catch your fingers wandering in about 3,000 different angles and HD quality"
She sighs dramatically but nods. "Fine, fine. But only because you asked nicely."
Later that night when you’re cuddled up in bed, you finally check your phone and it’s… interesting to say the least.
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username231: am i the only one seeing the tension between audrey and dt🤨
username231 replied: I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONEEE 
username231: did yall spot dt hugging audrey from behind during warmups???
username231: nobody told me the wnba had this much lesbian drama LMAO😭😭
username231: the way dt was looking at audrey during that press conference 😩😩😩 #meandwho
username231 replied: LITERALLYYYY and the way audrey couldn’t stop smiling ugh need that so bad
username231: the w is so gay cus wtf is going on w/ those players on the mercury 
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hope y’all liked it😓
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gremlinmodetweeker · 19 days ago
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Lights Go Out I Wake Up
König is my sweet little baby and I love him dearly. Enjoy some more Phantom of the Opera!König as he watches reader. He's a bit creepy, but he's also my little creepy baby. Also, this story has a very different interpretation of Carlotta. I thought it might be nice to have women supporting women this time. Or well, one woman being a support. Anna, who you have yet to meet, is not so nice at all.
Also, König learns he has competition! He's not too happy about that.
Anyways,
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Lights Go Out I Wake Up
You looked up in the balconies of the opera house expectantly. You tried to see if he was there. Maybe, if you were lucky, you might see a flap of his cape or a glimpse of the crimson ribbons of his mask. You desperately searched but, as always, it was to no avail.
You turned back to the stage where the primadonna was on center stage. She flicked her long blond tresses over her shoulder as she reached out to the audience, serenading them with her warbling soprano voice. You were drawn into the siren’s song, listening to each staccato note followed by a sweeping drop, each rise and fall of her tone as she sang out the tune to The Magic Flute. She attacked, she defended, she swooped and she swelled with the song as she traversed across the stage.
You smiled softly. You would never be like Carlotta, not in a thousand years. She was leagues above anyone in the house, hands down. Men traveled halfway across the world to bear witness to her voice and her visage. By the final notes of the song, the stage had been outlined with a row of roses, each bouquet from a different suitor fighting for her hand. Carlotta’s voice masterfully lulled each one of them into an enchanted hypnotic state. You followed her movements, trying your best to memorize each and every single flick of her fingers or swoop of her wine red dress as she sang out to the crowds. In that moment, Carlotta had placed the dagger in your hands and sang to you of rage, hatred, scorn. You, Pamina, watched as your mother told you her plans and urged you to slay the sorcerer. You watched her, her passion and beauty overwhelming as she came to a crescendo of the song, the make-or-break of the piece, the part that broke many a singer’s voice before.
Carlotta’s face was clear and relaxed as she hit the high notes, a beautiful crystal clear attack, receding briefly only to sharply hit it again and again before swaying onwards. One of the most brilliantly technical pieces of opera written for a soprano, and yet Carlotta seemed to be floating as she swept across the stage. She was above it all as she magically twisted the song to her delight.
As always, you were floored.
Carlotta was the greatest opera singer to ever come from the British Isles. At least, that was your opinion. The true beauty of Carlotta though was not her voice, nor was it her impeccable diamond-cut beauty. The beauty of Carlotta was her loving eye. She looked into the crowd and you could see her love for them in every smile she gave them. She was the queen of the stage and you would never dare to steal her title. As always, she looked at home here, presented for thousands to admire. She was the songbird of the Vienna State Opera, but this building was her cage.
When she had finished, she left the stage with tears in her eyes. You immediately took her in her arms and hushed her.
“I don’t want it to be over,” she sniffed as she held you tight.
“We’ll still keep in touch,” you assorted her.
“We both know it’s not the same,” she held you tightly, then released you back to the darkness of the workshop.
“We can message each other online,” you tried to explain but she wasn’t having it.
“I won’t be able to teach you anymore,” she bemoaned, “and then you won’t have anyone to help you with Anna.”
“I don’t need help with Anna,” you huffed.
Carlotta gave you a look, “Darling, we both know that’s a lie.”
You frowned, but followed her back to the dressing rooms. You flipped on a single light, keeping the room only barely lit enough to be able to see yourself in the mirror. Meanwhile, Carlotta sat at her vanity and flicked on the lights to get a better look at her own beauty. You watched her slowly wipe off the theater makeup while she sat at her vanity. She drummed her fingers on her cheeks in a light massage as she cooled down from the performance.
“So, do you know what you’ll do when you get home?” you leaned on the wall beside the vanity.
“Go to my parents probably,” Carlotta said as she put a dab of skin lotion on her fingers, “they’ve missed me. I’ve missed this little cafe in London that makes the best butter tarts. I hope they’re still open…”
“If they make the best butter tarts, why wouldn’t they be?” you asked.
“Everything goes too fast in London. One day you see a new hat shop, the next day it’s a tourist trap. There’s never a dry day in London!” Carlotta gave you a quick grin before dabbing at her temples again, “and I miss it. Vienna is nice, but it’s not home.”
“I thought you said Madrid was your home,” you pointed out.
“I was born in Madrid but I was raised in London,” Carlotta explained, “I moved there when I was eight. I only visited Spain when going to see my family, but other than that I was at home in London.”
“You know, you’re the only english woman I’ve ever heard be nostalgic about London,” you mused, “everybody else calls it a tar pit.”
“Oh it’s a tar pit alright,” Carlotta laughed, “but it’s my tar pit.”
You smiled as she went through the rest of her routine, unwinding her hair from its high knot and gently sloughing the great billowing red dress to change into a sleek pair of leggings and a turtleneck. She tossed her blond hair over her shoulders, casting you a sad look as she watched you take off your own clothes.
“I don’t have much longer to teach you,” she sighed.
“Well, it’s not like I need the teaching,” you pointed out, “I’m not your protege. I’m just a backup singer.”
“But you have the voice for a lead,” Carlotta countered, “you have it! Oh stop laughing, I’m serious! You can do it! Anna can do it, but she’s not a natural. You are.”
“I can’t handle that much pressure,” you sighed.
“But you can!” Carlotta sighed, “I just… I wish I could take you home with me. I could train you, give you a position at the RBO, we could do it! You could be a star!”
You shook your head sadly, “I’m not a star though. I’m lucky I even got my parts here.”
Carlotta clenched her lily-white fists in her lap. Her big wide eyes narrowed into feline slits. She looked angry, frustrated, but most of all, disappointed as she whispered, “You don’t know what you’re throwing away, do you?”
“I just know that it's best if I stick to my own lanes,” you grumbled.
Carlotta’s eyes never left you as she pursed her cherry red lips. In the dim light, she looked like a perfect angel, much like the ones painted above. She clenched her hands together, then let them relax with a sigh.
“You’ll keep up your lessons with me?” she asked hopefully.
You nodded and sat on a nearby stool, “Of course. I love your lessons.”
Carlotta smiled thinly, “I love them too.”
You watched as she slipped her necklace back over her swan neck. The bright glint of ruby reminded you of the stage curtains she wrapped herself in. You couldn’t imagine Carlotta as anything other than a singer. She was born for the stage, after all. Her entire childhood had been preparing her for the opera house, following in the footsteps of her mother and her mother before her.
How you wished you could follow in her footsteps.
“I’m gonna miss you, you know,” you sighed.
“I’m going to miss my best student,” Carlotta gave you a somber smile.
“We’ll keep in touch, right?”
Carlotta flashed her award-winning smile, “I have all your socials; I’m not letting you get away from me that easily!”
You chuckled as you walked around the room, searching for a small brown box.
Carlotta got up to peek over your shoulder to admire the empty wrappers tucked under your shawl.
“Well,” she crowed, “looks like tubby got his treat after all!”
“Tubby?” you scoffed, “the phantom isn’t fat!”
“Well that’s what everybody else says,” Carlotta pointed out,” and if he’s eating candies and chocolates all day long then he’s bound to be… Well, you know… Tubby.”
“I’m telling you,” you rolled your eyes, “when I saw him he was skinny as a rake.”
“As a rake?” Carlotta raised a perfect eyebrow, “not a tractor mower?”
“No he’s skinny! Honestly, I should probably put out something a bit more substantial for him…” you muttered.
“Oh you’re going to go and make the phantom home cooked meals now, are you?” Carlotta smirked.
You huffed as a blush crossed your cheeks, “Well, maybe it would be nice.”
Carlotta hummed as she watched you go dispose of the wrappers. When you sat back down, Carlotta gave you a sagely nod.
“Well, if you get this phantom on a diet maybe he won’t be so afraid to show himself,” Carlotta shrugged, “who knows, maybe you could introduce us. You do seem to be his favorite.”
“Me?” you twittered awkwardly, “I don’t know about that…”
“Oh I know!” Carlotta laughed, “whenever you’re on stage the reviews are all five stars! I think the reason you’re being cast so often is that the managers are noticing how well we do when you’re on stage!”
You huffed, “You’re saying it’s not my skills as a performer drawing in the reviews?”
Carlotta bristled, “No I’m not saying that!” she relaxed as she took your hand in hers, “I’m saying that the phantom has a liking for you. I love you, but one particularly good background singer isn’t going to turn the tides of an entire production. You don’t ensure that lights magically keep working. Hell, one lead girl, Hannah I think but you’d have to check with her, her mic went out halfway through a performance. Not a single person noticed until they were doing audio checks after the performance! It was incredible!”
“Wait, you’re talking about the time we did Faust, right?” you asked.
“Yes that’s the one!” Carlotta grinned, “I’m telling you that something’s special about you when you’re on stage. Everybody else says you’re a lucky charm, but I think that a certain someone is watching over you.”
You looked away to try and hide your flushed face, “Well, maybe. But if he really liked me, wouldn’t he maybe introduce himself? I only saw him once…”
“I’m telling you,” Carlotta said primly, “he’s afraid you’ll think he’s fat! Either that or he’s an actual ghost, but you didn’t hear that from me.”
“I thought Henry was the ghost hunter around here?” you elbowed her lightly.
“What I said stays between us!” Carlotta warned you.
“Sure,” you smirked, “whatever you say.”
“You know, you should show more respect for your teacher,” Carlotta sniffed.
“I thought you were Anna’s teacher?” you pointed out.
Carlotta groaned and rubbed her temples irritably, “Well she’s no star either. If it weren’t part of my contract here I would’ve dropped her ages ago. She’s…”
“She’s something else,” you supplied.
“Oh she sure is…” Carlotta grumbled as she leaned her elbows onto the vanity, “at least I get one decent student out of this contract.”
You smiled, “I try to be.”
Carlotta turned to face you again with a ghost of a smile, “You are.”
You chatted easily in the dressing room, swapping stories of theater hijinks and arguing over the stature of the phantom of the opera late into the night. As you left for the night, you wondered once again if you had actually seen the phantom so long ago. Was it really true? Did you actually see the phantom, or was that just another performer? You suspected you’d never know for sure. You just hoped that you’d actually seen the whole event. You’d started to wonder if you were hallucinating the entire time.
You shut the door and locked it as you left.
Inside the room, König drifted from the corner of the dark room to your vanity. He heard voices coming from the alley behind him. Carefully, he used a nail he’d stolen earlier to tack a small letter to the corner of your mirror before ducking behind a panel in the wall. He noted that the gap was terribly small, far too small for a ‘tubby’ man to fit through. If that Carlotta wasn’t such a good teacher, well… König shook his head of the thoughts. As long as Carlotta was good to you, he’d be sure to watch over her too. His personal offense could wait another day if it meant ensuring you’d be safe in the opera house. He could be the ‘enormously fat rat’ as long as he could continue to watch your performances.
He hid behind the wall as the next group of singers swanned through the door. He listened to them titter about, laughing and giggling after such a successful showing. He heard a small gasp, and listened close.
“Look at that!” a girl said aloud.
“Look at what?” another asked.
“On the Songbird’s vanity! There’s a note!”
“Should we take a look?”
König bristled.
“No, no we shouldn’t. Let’s just ask her about it later.”
“Do you think it’s a lover?”
A scoff.
“I don’t think so. She’s not exactly a lovable sort.”
König rolled his eyes.
“Well, maybe. There’s that one guy who’s always asking about her.”
“Oh, that Makarov guy?”
That got König’s attention.
“Yeah, the russian guy. He’s always watching Songbird, you know? I’ve heard he only gets tickets when Songbird’ll be on stage.”
“You think he got backstage to pin a note for her?”
“Maybe, or he might’ve given it to a stagehand to do it for him. Either way, it’s so romantic!”
“Well, if it’s really Makarov behind that, Songbird’s got another thing coming for her.”
“You think so?”
“Oh I know so! Makarov… Well, he’s not a good man. Let’s just hope it’s anybody but Makarov.”
König glanced around in the dark. Makarov? Who was this Makarov? Why was he interested in his little Songbird?
He didn’t bother to hide his footsteps as he crawled away, too focussed on the new man to notice how the girls went silent as he left.
“Was that the phantom?” someone asked.
“Maybe. What’re your thoughts he wrote the letter?”
“A ghost writing a letter? Now I know you’re making things up.”
“Who knows, maybe he did. Can you imagine it? A phantom falling in love with our little Songbird?”
Someone hummed carefully, “Something tells me that’s not too far off the truth.”
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natsuki-bakery · 2 months ago
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⁎˚ ఎ ICP Agere ໒ ˚⁎
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Ah! Uh... um... uuu... V-Violent J (ICP) CG headcanons (and maybe one shot)!?!?!?!??!?!?!?
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•Despite his intense stage persona, Violent J has a deeply protective side. He would be fiercely loyal to his little, always making sure they feel safe and secure, much like how he’s protective of his Juggalo family
•Humor as Comfort : Violent J would use his dark, offbeat humor to cheer up his little one. He knows just how to lighten the mood with a joke or a funny story, making his little laugh even on tough days
•Given his creative nature, Violent J would encourage imaginative play. Whether it’s drawing crazy clowns together, telling wild stories, or coming up with funny characters, he’d make sure playtime is always fun and creative
•Music would be a big part of how Violent J takes care of his little star. He might play soft, comforting tunes or even sing funny, made-up songs to help them relax. His deep love for music would shine through in how he uses it to bond with you
•Violent J is no stranger to dark thoughts, so he’d be great at talking through fears or anxieties with his little. He’d stay up late, listening and offering reassurance, helping them feel understood and supported
•Big Heart, Big Hugs : Violent J is known for his larger-than-life personality, but he’s also got a big heart. He’d give the best, most comforting bear hugs, wrapping his little bunny up in his big arms and letting them know they’re cared for
•Understanding the struggles people go through, Violent J would create a judgment-free zone for his little. He’d accept them exactly as they are, encouraging them to express themselves without fear of being judged
•Violent J might incorporate some Juggalo-themed fun into their time together, like painting faces with playful clown makeup or having mini "gatherings" where they just chill, eat snacks, and enjoy each other’s company
•Just as he stands up against the mainstream for his Juggalos, Violent J would fiercely defend his little from any negativity or bullying. He’d make sure they know he’s got their back, no matter what !
•Violent J knows life can be tough, so he’d be all about teaching his little one resilience. Through gentle encouragement and real talk, he’d help them develop strength and confidence, always reminding them that they’re capable of facing anything life throws their way
•He is incredibly patient and intuitive when caring for a non-verbal age regressor. He uses lots of non-verbal communication, like high-fives, thumbs-ups, or funny faces, to connect
•He’ll carry around a little notepad or doodle board for them to express themselves, knowing how to read their moods without needing words. He’s all about creating a comfortable, safe space where they don’t feel pressured to speak
•If his little is sick, Violent J turns into a surprisingly doting caregiver. He’s quick to get them tucked in with blankets, fetches soup ( or whatever comfort food he thinks will cheer them up ), and cracks silly jokes to keep their spirits high
•He’ll binge-watch cartoons with them all day, never letting them feel alone. He’s all about giving extra TLC, even if it means calling off his own plans to make sure they’re okay !
•Handling a Tantrum : When his little throws a tantrum, J is surprisingly calm. He’s been through a lot of chaos, so a little yelling or crying doesn’t phase him. He lets them express their frustration without judgment, offering them a safe space to let it all out
•When they’re ready, he’ll step in with a distraction, maybe a favorite snack, a funny story, or turning up the music to dance it out. He always ends tantrums with a hug, reminding them that it’s okay to feel big emotions
•On rainy days, Violent J sees it as the perfect excuse to stay in and get cozy. He’s all about building a fort with blankets and pillows, turning the room into a little hideaway from the storm. He’ll put on their favorite movies, pop popcorn, and pretend the rain is applause from the outside world. If they’re up for it, he might even take them to splash in puddles, embracing the rain like an adventure rather than something to avoid !
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bakrarabize · 1 month ago
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The Codex
Do you want to convert? 💚
THE CODEX
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The brotherhood exists to promote Arabisation and Islamification.
Brothers support each other and create change both within and externally.
💚WHAT IS AN ARABOPHILE? 💚(PRESS HERE)💚
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Defending Arab interests.
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💚 Laws for the members (Arabo Codex/The Codex) 💚
💚 Islam as the one true religion
Do not mock Islam. (Exegesis)
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Tone down individuality; people should notice we're all brothers. (Exegesis)
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Reblog this post and pin it in your blog. (Exegesis)
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Gradually convert others to Arabophilia. (Exegesis)
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💚🖤Laws for the Emirs (Princes):
Make sure the brothers are in peace.
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You must first be a brother - a sister group will be set up separately.
Be certain you understand the codex and support our mission.
Be certain your purpose in life is to be like Ammar and that you are Arabophilic.
Direct message @bakrarabize (and if you're a member who is converting others, direct those who are willing to convert to me).
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Do not remove the Arabophilic profile picture, or the new name, without letting me know why.
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Make it your nightly ritual before sleep. 
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karmaspidr · 5 months ago
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How do you think the relationship beetween Flawed Pacifist Clover and Pacifist Clover would be, and how would it be with Vengeance Clover?
This is interesting because TP Clover and FP Cliver are essentially the same person, their paths diverging 5 minutes before their respective deaths. But those five minutes make a massive difference.
True Pacifist Clover likely has the same view of the Monsters as most of the fandom. Victims of war who can do no wrong. He, a child, didn't hesitate to give up his soul just for a chance for his friends to see the surface.
Flawed Pacifist Clover meanwhile is much more grounded, more in tune with the reality of his situation. Ceroba begged him to finish her off and after everything she put him through, he was more than happy to oblige.
Starlo was understandably upset and stormed off, but not before saying some harsh words. I don't think he really cared. I doubt he had the energy to. Clover most likely appreciated Martlet's support.
This is the moment Clover's idealistic image of Monsterkind fully shattered.
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5 children, dead. Murdered in cold blood. And he was next.
There's no defending something like that.
Back to the original question, I believe that FP Clover would act as a wake-call to TP Clover. He'd remind TP Clover that Monsterkind was flawed, just like humanity, and they weren't worth him cutting his own life short. Besides that, they would get along really well. As I said, they are pretty much the same person.
Now if you were to throw Vengeance Clover into the mix, things will get interesting.
I doubt either Pacifist would condone Vengeance's actions. Despite how badass he is, what Vengeance did was still ultimately wrong. However, they would definitely be happy that there is at least one timeline where they and the souls get a happy ending.
They would also help Vengeance mellow down and show him the flaws in his crusade.
Vengeance would also reveal what exactly Flowey is to them, so that would be interesting.
So to summarise, the three of them would get along pretty well and would help each other to grow as individuals and become better people.
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brights-place · 7 months ago
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I NEED VAL×FEM!READER HEADCANONS!!!! I love your writing, by the way, drink water, eat and don't forget to take care of yourself! 🤍🤘🏿
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VAL Thundershock dating headcannons
Pairings: Val X Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Dating headcannons, Kisses
A/N: Val is so amazing! I love Val she is so amazing I love her design I love her personality and she is amazing! So now i'm writing dating headcannons for her due to you request so I hope you like it ( ≧ᗜ≦)
- VAL HEADCANNONS LETS GOOOOOOOOOO - She calls you randomly to know where you are or how are you - She loves doing random face times she pretends she doesn't like them but she really does - you both first met at a rock concert where Val performed her wild and energetic music as you cheered when she made eyecontact with you the first time - You were pulled in by her electrifying performance and fearless spirit. - You couldn't help but approach Val after the show and compliment her on her talent and Val was immediately drawn to your kindness and appreciation for her music as she smirked thanking you both - Val and You had started talking,bonding over your shared love of rock and roll soon you both started going on small dates together - Val loves showing her affection through wild and over-the-top gestures to express her excitement
- She loves that you value Val's energy and spontaneous passion, and enjoys their playful banter and mutual appreciation for music
- Dating her is amazing! you both have a playful and flirty dynamic, often challenging each other with cheeky banter
- Val respects your autonomy and gender identity embracing your unique perspective on life and offering unconditional support - Val is an unapologetically passionate and energetic personality, embracing her love of music and bringing out the passion in others - She stares at you lovingly and pretends she wasn't moments before as she is blushing - Val loves showering youwith wild and over-the-top gestures of love and affection, from smashing guitars to surprise flowers to extravagant gifts!
- Val admires you for your kindness, patience, and understanding, recognizing the positive impact on her life
- You both are a bit competitive so you playfully comepte against dumb and wild things!
- Val is fiercely loyal and faithful in relationships, always putting the people close to them first especially you :DD - Takes awhile for her to show lots of affection so when your being patient she can't help but fall for you more - I KID YOU NOT! 1000%!y would probably have a spotify playlist that has songs that remind her of you and you both would jam out to it - If you buy her small accessories for her outfits she says its weird and so stupid that she wouldn't wear it but the next day it would be apart of her outfits - The first time you kiss her she lets out this breathy little chuckle and just stares at you lips parted and ears flushed before cupping your face and kissing you once more - You spend most of your time in her room curled up on her bed reading while she sits beside you tuneing her guitar - Your relationship is healthy and loving as you two would always be close and enjoy your time together - You both exchanged guitars once you fully confirmed you were girlfriends - You both jam out together loudly doing the rock n roll pose together before smirking - lights up when she sees you, who always has a new joke or dramatic story to share. - Val hides it but she loves when you let her hold your waist - Val is fiercely protective of you and your relationship
- Val is sometimes emotionally driven and can be impulsive in her actions, especially when it comes to defending (Name)
- Val would be bland around others with you but she loves you so much and is just shy showing her affection but you know she loves you so much
reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
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angelscherryblossoms · 1 year ago
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"No, I was looking at her"
So one of my friends irl asked someone to write this but she doesn't know if they will, so i decided to write my own! sorry if it's bad
Summary:
reader is a lesbian and at a hashira catchup the other hashira catch her stareing at a couple and they think she is looking at the guy but she isn't and accidently comes out to them
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reader pov:
We were at one of our "catchups" with the Hashiras but it is really just a way so Shinobu can antagonize Giyuu without Master telling her to stop. "Tomioka-san this is why no one likes you." I hear Shinobu say and of course Giyuu tried to defend himself but something else caught my eye. I tuned out there conversation and looked at this couple. I wasn't looking at the guy, I was looking at the girl. She was pretty and I would've asked her out if it weren't for two things. 1. she had a boyfriend. 2. it was the early 1900's not many people are accepting.
3rd pov:
The Hashira had stopped what they were doing after Mitsuri pointed out that y/n was staring at a couple. They saw her eyes follow them until she couldn't see them. "y/n-san did you think that guy was cute?" Mitsuri asked her causing y/n to snap out of her thoughts. "Oh no." She responded. "y/n if you have a crush it's fine to tell us!" Rengoku said with his usual amount of energy. "He had a girlfriend so she's probably sad!" Mitsuri sympathized. "Nah she's probably just embarrassed she got caught staring." Sanemi said. Obanai seemed to agree. They kept arguing until Uzui asked y/n if she really was staring at the guy. "No, I was looking at the girl." She stated almost not realizing what she said. The pillars looked at each other confused. "What was wrong with the girl?" Muichiro questioned. At this point y/n was just gonna tell them. She'd been planning on telling them soon anyway. "Nothing was wrong with her, I just thought she was cute." Everyone seemed even more confused. "I'm a lesbian. I like girls." y/n said giving up. The all were shocked. "Well! We support you!" Rengoku yelled. All of them agreed in their own way. y/n knew they would but was still happy.
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Lol sorry the ending is bad. I didn't know how to end it. Hope you like it. Have a good day/noon/night.
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vaguely-human-man · 21 days ago
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Being queer and at least somewhat politically active/aware in the south rn is so surreal. Like. Wake up, check the group chat to discover the newest horrific ordinance our local gov is trying to implement. Arrange plans for people to go speak against it. Listen to your friend vent about almost getting arrested for trying to verbally defend themselves against a council person who openly misgendered and belittled them. Read the newest notes about safety and security. Go to a weekly meeting and play card games and drink coffee and register everyone to vote.
Remind each other over and over. Do not engage. Do not get angry. Just keep smiling. Be polite, do not debate. Just say what you have to say. Show who you are to the best of your ability. Try to show these people that we're human too. Do not show fear, aggression, or anything resembling what you actually feel right now. It will get us nowhere.
Focus on the arguments they'll actually listen to. Focus on the money. The time. The feasibility. They've already decided we aren't human so ask a different question. Who's gonna check everyone's ID before they use the bathroom? Are you really gonna make every business with only one bathroom build a second one to comply with the ridiculously specific language written here? Is this decision based on any actual statistics about trans people being predators? Do you expect citizens to police their fellow people? What is this really about?
Lose anyway. Console each other with snacks and show-and-tell while discussing how to turn this failure into momentum. Start talking about it to everyone you know. The first article hits in less than 24 hours. Queer orgs in other parts of the state are offering support and lawyers.
You're all different ages ranging from early 20s to late 40s. You all have day jobs, volunteer work, and families. You are some of the most politically informed people alive whether you want to be or not. None of you want to be doing this. You want game nights without an undercurrent of tension, you want festivals and parades without always keeping your ears tuned for gunfire. But instead you spend meeting nights strategizing, organizing, working to weave support networks at every opportunity. Do you need a ride to vote? Did everyone check their registration? Who's bringing food, who's covering the vegan and dairy-free option? Is everyone up to date on their Covid vax? Who's going to the action two towns over, who needs coaching on how to go about it? Who needs a ride? Here's the latest laws we should be aware of. Here's a meme about how angry we all are.
And the council person says 'I love you. I respect you. But I don't want you in the bathroom with my grandkids."
And the group chat says 'Dont go to this business, they called me a slur'
And your mother says 'youre overreacting'
And your world gets narrower. Your friends get more tired. More and more resource packets get compiled. Where to get healthcare- trans or general. Where to get help for college, employment, housing. Where to get therapy. Where to get a haircut.
Time marches on. The walls feel like they're closing in. You hold them back together with all your might.
You scream. Together. Often, intentionally. Take genuine time to yell out your frustrations before going back to work.
You fall in love over and over with the people around you. Listen to their hopes and their dreams, watch the way their fire ignites when we make genuine steps forward. Watch how it dims when we go backward.
Keep going. Wake up. Eat anything you can manage to swallow. Reach a hand out to your siblings. Hold them close. Take a walk in the fresh air to try and feel better. Keep going. Keep going. Keep fighting. Take a deep breath, hold on to hope with both hands like it's the only thing that can save you because it is. Keep going.
And it's just that. Over and over again, with no clear end in sight. But dammit. You and your bunch of misfits are gonna bring about that end with your bare hands if it kills you.
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cthonic-bunny · 11 months ago
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Hi!! what do you think of mars in cancer in the 12th house of the composite chart? what is the relationship dynamic like?
Do not interact if you are a minor. (18+)
For cancers mars in the composite chart, I feel like you guys are very private about your problems. With it being placed in the 12H, these reallllllly emphasizes the need to keep issues private. You guys could be the type to pull off that everything’s fine between you two in front of others, acting normal and civil until you are alone and can discuss problems further. I feel like passive aggressiveness can be common here too. I feel like arguments can start off calm, but the moment there’s anything that resembles lack of honesty or avoidance, the crab claws can come out. I feel like you guys might have a high expectation of one another when things are serious, so lying and manipulation tactics are deeply discouraged. I think you guys are really empathetic with one another and super in tune, and can psychologically feel when the other is going to be irritated by something. You can also be very in tune with nurturing each other’s bodies during intimate acts, and with the 12H influence, it’s like you can mentally speak to one another through your eyes alone about your preferences and sensations. If this relationship turns sour, I feel like there’s a large possibility of gaslighting, manipulation, and control. I think it Can get pretty stabby where you guys might say things just with the intention of hurting the other. with mars in 12H synastry, i noticed that there could be many instances where you’re about to have sex but something stops it from happening. This could be the case for the composite as well, but i imagine once it does happen it feels life altering and deep and beautiful. cancer can be territorial and possessive over those they love, so once the sex does happen, I feel like you two may have instantly become protective over one another. You fiercely demand loyalty from one another. Maybe certain abstract feelings that are difficult to adequately verbalize can be better conveyed during acts of intimacy. I don’t think you’d be scared to deep dive into one another once the bond has deepened, and you can come out of your shells together without judgments. I think this has the potential for feelings of unconditional love and willingness to defend each other no matter what if negative aspects aren’t acted on. If you have kids together, I feel like you’ll be extremely protective to them and both not trust anyone to take care of them like you two. I feel like you might be the types to really put lots of efforts into the creative and psychological development of your children. I feel like there’s less of an inclination for drug use and floating off into the cosmos with this particular 12H placement, and you guys can be more grounded than other signs may be in the 12H. I think this is the type of placement that is super ride or die if established and secure. “I will go to jail for you before throwing you under the bus.” You will support one another even if they are DEAD wrong. The passion between you two when you’re alone and in a safe space will feel overwhelming, but in a nice way. Like “let’s take full advantage right now.” I think there’s possibility of experimenting with one being dominant and the other submissive. Daddy/mommy kink? 👀 i feel like you two were probably very shy with one another at first, or felt nervous until you guys got to know each other better. “Cat got my tongue.” Extreme awareness of the others existence and trying to send subliminal messages to each other about your attraction to them. “Who is going to make the first move.” If poorly aspected, I feel like there can be some resentment or weirdness when it comes to showing vulnerability. “I have the vibe you can probably hurt me in the future so i have no confidence in pursuing this even if all seems perfect with you.” Unexplainable suspicion of the other in some contexts. Probably needing a lot of reassurance or reminders that you feel passionately for them. In newer relationships I feel like you might be scared of “annoying them” in a sense. Sensitivity to each other’s reactions. Try not to take the other’s bad moods personally.
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ayelbee · 1 year ago
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MORE THAN LOVE | K. MBAPPÉ | 6
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Summary: Sometimes even love is not enough for relationships. But it's fine because you are over it. But getting again in a contact with his younger brother wasn't smart.
TW: bad english, bad writing
Notes: Hey, I know that this took me long enough but i'm back finally! My life has been simple a mess these few moths. But i hope that from now everything is gettig finally better... I don't want to promise you another chapter soon, because I am not really sure, but i will do my best! I am also working on a one shot with LW44... so stay tuned ig? Thank you for your support <3
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The ride to Kylain’s apartment was silent, the car was filled with tension and you wished Kylian would calm down before you got to his apartment. You were watching the Parisian streets, but your eyes darted to Kylian a few times. His knuckles were white as he was gripping the steering wheel. His eyes were darker than normally, he was also 100% focused on the road, but you catched him as he once shot Ethan a look through the mirror, you also felt his eyes on you. But you just digged yourself deeper into the seat.
After thirty minutes you finally arrived at the underground garages. A wave of memories washed over you as Kylian parked. But it was nothing compared to the memories coming up. Kylian unbuckled himself and disappeared from the car, you waited a few seconds before you turned your head to Ethan.
“It will be fine.” you tried to calm Ethan down, as you could see how nervous and scared he was.
“He will kill me.”
“Are you two going or what?” you heard Kylian’s voice from the outside, you could also see him through the window standing next to the elevator. You fastly unbuckled yourself and left the car. 
Once Kylian opened the door of his apartment, you could smell the smell of home. You promised yourself that you were over everything that happened, but seeing the familiar corridor leading to the living room, you wished for a moment that this was still your home too.
You followed Kylian closely as he was walking to the living room, your eyes scanning the walls, which used to be filled with paintings, but now they were empty. It felt colder, unfamiliar, uncomfortable.
Ethan was the first to take a seat in the living room. Kylian continued as he sat down on a chair. You took place next to Ethan on the couch. You didn’t know what to do, but after all you were the one who was responsible for this mess.
“Kylian, please don’t be angry with Ethan. We weren't doing this to hurt you.” you wanted to continue, but the voice of your ex boyfriend stopped you.
“Y/n don't defend him. I told you that he will do the speaking.”  Kylian looked into your eyes and for a moment you forgot about the world around you. For a second Kylian was calm, his eyes were not as dark as when is angry. His look was soft. And you felt the warmth of home. But this second was fastly turned back into reality. “So Ethan start the explaining:” now both of you were watching Ethan.
It took him a few seconds to find the first words.
“Y/n called me on my birthday-” 
“You called him on his birthday, but you didn’t even answer my text on your birthday! And you didn't even wish me a happy birthday” Ethan wasn’t even able to finish the sentence before Kylian interrupted him. Kylian sounded angry at first, but turned into sad as he was now watching you.
“I’m sorry Kylian” now you felt bad for not wishing him a good birthday “I wanted to, but it was after the whole world cup, so i just felt like it would not be a good thing to do.” Kylian was opening his mouth again but Ethan saw the whole awkward situation and decided to continue.
“So she called me and I somehow managed to convince Y/n to let us have another MCU day together. Movies, snacks, you know. So then we met, it was the day after you saw each other on the street and also the day when you called me, with the idea of going to the cinema together.”
“Like the day when you told me that you are out with a girl?” Kylian was confused, his anger stepped down, but he was still pissed.
“Yes, so practically I wasn't lying, I just wasn’t telling the real truth. Anyway then Y/n promised to come watch my game when you won’t be there.” Ethan stopped for a moment, catching another breath as he was speaking as fast as possible. “I never wanted to hurt you, I actually had in my plan to get you two back together. I just wanted to take it slowly, because even that Y/n is saying how over you she is, she is not. She is lying to herself and really badly because I could see it the moment I stepped into her flat. She is missing you, and she still loves you but Y/n is stubborn even more than you! But I know that she is not happy without you” now you were flabbergasted, you didn't understand what had just come out of Ethan, and even though you felt inside that he was right, you didn't admit it.
“Do you know that I am still here Ethan?” that was all what you were capable to say.
“I’m sorry Y/n, but it's just the truth.” Kylian was silent, he was staring onto the wall, thinking about every word that Ethan said. Now he wasn’t angry or pissed, or maybe he was, but just a little. He realized that Ethan is just really still a kid, who wanted to do his best and he he knew that his brother didn’t want to betray him.
You didn’t answer to Ethan, also thinking about every word that came out of him. 
“So now, when I explained everything, can we please order some food? I am starving.”  The youngest in the room broke the silence.
“Choose something then.” Kylian placed his phone into Ethan’s hand. The room felt again into silence as Ethan was browsing through UberEats. 
“I think I will go.” you started to stand up.
“That’s nonsense Y/n, I dragged you all the way across Paris, now let's all eat and then I'll take you both home. Okay?” Kylian was staring into your eyes. 
“I don’t know Kylian, I can call myself a taxi.”
“Y/n please, that’s stupid.” he was piercing you with his eyes. You couldn’t say no to these eyes. His eyes were rich and dark, like coffee beans, which you used to love like your morning coffee. But those times were long gone.
“Okay, I guess that I can stay.”
“Great, what do you want to eat?” Kylian smiled a little, convincing you to stay a little longer was his little victory. He wanted to stare at you, he wanted to have you in his presence. He missed your beauty, your smile and everything that came with you. He knew that you weren’t here for him, but still, he was happy just for a moment.
“Look guys, this looks good!” Ethan was turning the screen towards you.
Ethan suggested watching a documentary he'd heard about, while waiting for your food. So now all of you are comfortably sitting in a living room. Except the only person who was focused on this documentary was Ethan. You weren’t able to listen to this document, because your head was full of Kylian. The fact that you felt his gaze on you, wasn’t helping.
Were you actually happy without him? Was Ethan right?
No he wasn’t. Yes, you missed Kylian, but you would not be able to be happy with him. Not when he wasn’t able to accept your job. Not when small things made him angry. Not when he accused you of putting the relationship on the back burner.
These were the things that made you two broke up, these things couldn’t be fixed till the day when Kylian will realize how wrong he is. You did everything to save this. But it just didn’t work out and you won’t waste your years saving something that can’t be saved because of his stubbornness. 
Kylian on the other hand was thinking about how to get you back. Words of his brother were stuck in his head. He tried to believe them, so he would have a reason and hope to believe that he can get you back. Hope to believe that he is the best for you and that he is the reason for your happiness. Because he knows that you are the best for him and that you are also the reason for his happiness. 
He also felt like he almost forgot how beautiful you are. He couldn’t take his eyes from you. He wished to see you from the front, but even your side profile was everything he needed in his life. And he was ready to give everything in the world to get you back into his life.
Two hours later you were back in the car, typing your address into Kylian’s SATNAV. The atmosphere in the car was way more calmer than earlier. You and Kylian exchanged just a few words all afternoon. You were mostly silent, while he and Ethan were talking about football.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of Kylian's parents' house. You exchanged quick goodbye with Ethan after another minute Kylian was driving you home. The rest of the drive was silent again, just the soft music coming from the radio echoed through the car. After another twenty minutes Kylian stopped in front of your apartment building. 
“Thank you.” you looked at him.
“Don’t, I was happy to do it.” he smiled, 
“Take care, Kylian.” you smiled back at him as you were ready to open the door.
“Y/n.” he stopped you as you turned back at him “do you think that we could go out together? Maybe for dinner or something?” his eyes were full of hope.
“I don’t think we should Kylian. This is better for both of us.” you hated to see his eyes sadden, but this was the right thing to do.
“Are you really happy Y/n or was Ethan right?” Kylian’s eyes were intense. You felt like he was reading you like a book. But you still couldn’t let the feelings inside of you take over the rational side of yourself
“Ethan is a kid, he still doesn’t understand life fully.”
“You didn’t answer my question Y/n.” his voice was urgent, Kylian needed to hear that Ethan was right. But you were not able to answer him so instead you gave him one last quick look and you opened the door. 
“Bye Kylian.” you could hear your name again, but before he was able to continue you closed the door again and left.
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Tag list: @nightlockcornucopia, @she-lives-in-her-dreams, @sorceresski @m4k444 @mrs-dasilvasantoss @kyksgirlgirl @mrswhitethornbelikov @starofavolonea
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not-goldy · 1 year ago
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Ugh, i feel like I'm bothering you at this point. Yes I'm the same anon who referred to that post and that anon who believes every rumour about jm and jk being with women.
Now I feel that the blogger who responded didn't really try to explain how ridiculous the ask was because they were probably tired of such asks and decided to keep their opinions for themselves and not because they didnt apply logic. No hard feelings for parkparkjeon at all.
Absolutely. I like this for us.
Also who???😩
I don't traverse other blogs but I'll tell you it's exhausting reading nonsensical takes each and every minute in the ask and at some point you just
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I'm not gonna waste my words on every shiny rock I see. That's crazy.
The trick for me is to look at that bloggers past posts, it contains their stance on most issues pertaining to jikook. It's up to you the reader to apply logic and infer their stance when those issues come up over and over in their Asks. View their responses in context.
I mean if you know that this person believes ABC about a ship but aren't explicating every detail of it every minute under an ask- you should know they just don't want to or don't feel a need to.
We get tired repeating ourselves you know? Well I don't get tired I get aggravated grumpy and wanna spill blood😩
Luckily for me, my Anons are intelligent and I do get some pretty intelligent responses to those stupid asks so I don't gotta do everything myself anymore.
I don't gotta talk the lord defends me
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At this point, I just publish dumb Asks and let my Anons do their thing. We make such a good team
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You guys don't know how happy and proud I am that most of you around my blog gets it and understand the fundamentals I spent so many years trying to drill into people's heads about jikook. I feel my work here is done. I didn't let Jikook down. I pulled the smart ones together in love and in reason and in support of Jikook.
JIKOOK MY WORK IS DONE
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You guys rock!!!!!!!!!!!
Yall stay tuned though I'm gonna keep them coming cos apparently there's no shortage dumbledumbs in this Fandom🤭
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randomsebs · 2 months ago
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Hello! I've been seeing some stuff online, like this post from years ago on Deuxmoi, blind items, and also on some accounts on Instagram that it's a PR thingy, and that Chris Pine supposedly tried to renew the contract in 2023, but she stuck with Seb. Sebastian does look miserable when he's out and about with her, but what I want to ask is it really a PR relationship? Cuz I don't get why he would introduce her to his mum, godmother, and friends if she was. I saw some posts on Instagram about her being a hypocrite, like supporting Palestine, yet having brand deals with Zionist companies, that made me not like her (I didn't have any other perceived notions about her before, all I knew is she's Seb's gf, and was happy for him, well before I saw how miserable he was) Anyway sorry for the long question, but yeah, do you think it's a PR relationship? Or maybe it's a real one, where he doesn't like her, and he's just spitting fans by being with her (I read his hollywood reporter's interview, and what he said about his fans, kinda made me sad ngl, I've been a fan since 2007), also I read somewhere that the vacation to Italy was to propose to her?
They always say he’s going to propose to her/they’re engaged, highly doubt it!
If it is a real relationship then it’s very visibly toxic and one-sided. He is probably the one who is being controlled by her, as seen in multiple photos/videos/proof.
Here’s why I think it’s PR:
Because she hasn’t been famous up until recently, when they began dating in 2022. She was spotted with him in February 2022 (while she was still possibly dating Chris pine) and they were never official till (approximately) March 28th.
She started to lose fame while with Pine so she moved onto Seb, who started to make it big just as they got together! Plus he’s been rumored to have been leaving with girls this year (but no pap photos, probably because they don’t want it to look like a fake relationship).
Not to mention, a HUGE fan page (Soorwellystan) on TikTok and Instagram posted a story that read: “I am not hired to promote Seb’s PR relationship.“ Then she claimed it’s not PR, which is a dead giveaway she is hired. His new(er) agency also promotes PR relationships, so that’s most.
And he always gives her dirty looks, she squeezes his hand till it turns paper white, they usually stand 5 feet away from each other til she sees pap, he always is tense/uncomfortable around her, and so on.
There’s other proof from different accounts too (like on Instagram)! I’ll be re-posting that stuff as well if you’d like to stay tuned.
She’s done LOADS of problematic things and issues and I’m helping bring that to light, so many people defend her like their lives depend on it. I don’t get why, the proof is right in front of their faces. So I don’t think he’d be with her genuinely if he knew (which he does know), so this is why I believe it’s PR! Plus all her relationships usually end whenever their fame fades away/when she stops receiving attention.
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jaffacakerebellion · 11 months ago
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Sports Team Whump
Knowing each other so well they know when a team member is sick before the whumpee works it out
Emotional support after a loss
Complaining about extreme weather conditions and keeping each other safe, reminding each other about sun safety/ keeping warm/ etc
Seeing to each other's injuries after a match
Stopping practice early when a team member is in a bad way
Helping each other get back to the changing rooms after a rough game
All showing concern when a team member goes down on the pitch/ in the stadium/ wherever
Players waking up (potentially in the arms of other team members), recovering from hypothermia after going and training out in the cold, despite warnings from other team members
Standing in a wall and shielding a team member from view of the fans/crowd when they're getting treated for an injury
Lending each other KT tape, plasters (aka band-aids), ice packs, etc without question
All the team keeping an eye on a concussed team member, taking it in turns to look after them/ keep them awake
Helping injured team member to the trainers' room/ first aid area, staying with them to keep their spirits up and hold their hand if that's what they need
Arranging an intervention for a team member they're all worried about
The general muddy, bloody and exhausted aesthetic of field sports
Messaging each other late at night when their demons are keeping them up and insomnia is hitting hard
Cradling a team member who's passed out from heat stroke, trying to sit them up at an angle where the team can get them to drink some water, some players holding up a sheet/ t-shirt to block out the sun
Keeping each other on track with their diets and making sure none of them develop eating disorders due to strict training/ eating regimens, media attention, fans saying stupid shit about them online, high pressure of the sports world, etc
Being protective of the youngest team member, looking out for them, teaching them everything they can
Becoming very in-tune with each others' emotions due to spending a lot of time together, being very aware of when something is stressing a team member out
Falling asleep together on the coach/ bus back home after an away game
Reminding each other to take their meds
All joining in on physio moves that only one player has to do to make them feel included
Spotting for each other in the gym
Having movie nights at an injured player's house whilst they're recovering, so they don't feel divided from the team too much whilst they can't play
Helping ease eachothers' nerves before a game, preventing anyone having a panic attack, knowing eachother's tells for when they're getting in their head too much
Team members offering each other lifts home when others are too tired to drive
Reccomending recovery techniques like ice baths, saunas, etc to each other, and trying them out together sometimes
Defending each other from bullies on the team, or unkind managers, or someone abusing their power
All panicking when one of them passes out
All visiting an injured player when they get out of hospital, helping them get settled at home and making sure they have what they need
Players slipping in mud when playing outdoors in the rain
Keeping each other safe on a night out
Feel free to add, obsessed with this atm
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