#this was productive use of my time making this lmao

[hyuneskkami]

⭔ . 𐔌 김승민 .ᐟ ꒱ ─ stargirl ✦

⭑ kim seungmin. ⓘ seungmin attending the chaumet event with y/n, a chaumet brand ambassador.

⌣ ﹒ ୨ৎ ﹕ chaumet!seungmin ₊ ‎ ‎ brand ambassador!9th member!f!reader ˙ . ꒷ masterlist ! ⭑ 🐚 ⋮ fluff .ᐟ

ꪆ୧ 𝒶n 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ seung in the white shirtless vest just did something to me… and dear LORD it needed to be fic’d up, yk- here’s the final never-proofread product of random boosts of motivation lmao. hope you like it <3

ꪆ୧ 𝓌arnings + tags 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ swearing , teasing , banter , childhood best friends vibe to frenemies to lovers -esque , lots of banter , plot modifications because jeongin is also going with them , y/n faces slight inappropriate behaviour from male ‘fans’ but they’re stopped before something bad really happens , one dialogue exchange is inspired by a prompt list I saw but now I can’t find it so i’m really sorry to the creator , baby fever , idol interactions with cha eun-woo (astro), park sunghoon (enhypen), yeji (itzy) , seung calls reader by lots of nicknames (my love, stargirl, pretty, sweet girl, jagi) , making out , the last dialogues are what seungmin said irl at one of the concerts ;

ꪆ୧ tldr : 𝓌arnings + tags 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ swearing , inappropriate behaviour from some male fans , baby fever , nicknames , making out ;

ꪆ୧ 𝓌c 𓈒 𓈒 ⭑ 4.3k

you were doing some vocal practice and warm ups with seungmin and jeongin, for the next leg of your dominATE tour in japan, when you got the message from your staff.

“y/n, you will be accompanying seungmin and jeongin to paris for the chaumet party. it’s happening during the paris fashion week,” our manager notified us, walking into the room.

you and seungmin groaned at the same time, harmonising like you usually did on stage. you rolled your eyes at him, and he stuck his tongue out at you. 

“why me?” you groaned in a low voice. 

“because you’re one of the global brand ambassadors for chaumet?” minho said, waltzing into the room.

“the only one, other than song hye-ko and the cha eun-woo,” jisung pointed out, following minho into the room.

“why are you two here?” you narrowed your eyes at them. 

“to watch you writhe in pain as you realise you will be spending a few days with your mortal enemy,” minho replied. he flopped down onto the bean bag. your bean bag. 

“get the fuck up! that’s mine!” you said, falling on him and trying to wrestle him to the ground. “you just came here because the air conditioning works really well, you liar.”

“tch, have some respect for your elders—”

“you’re only two years older, that’s barely anything.”

you left home yesterday, on the 4th of march, and arrived today. the event was the next day, so you had a day to yourselves. the three of you coordinated outfits (as per jeongin’s begging) and decided to spend the day roaming through the streets of paris and hoping not to get recognised. 

[ seungmin’s outfit . jeongin’s outfit . y/n’s outfit ]

jeongin and you stopped a lot to take pictures in places you dubbed ‘cool’, and seungmin was your photographer when you wanted duo pictures with jeongin.

“yah! I didn’t know you were such a good photographer, min,” you said, the nickname slipping out of habit from your school years.

he turned pink and looked away quickly, but you caught the heat rushing to his face and smirked. 

“can we stop for food?” you asked, a little while later. you were all walking with your hands in your pockets as your steps synced with each other’s like second nature. they nodded. “I know your orders, i’ll get them.” you said, pointing to a cafe’s ‘bienvenue’ sign.

seungmin looked at you hesitantly, but didn’t say what he was clearly thinking: stay safe.

“share your live location in our group chat,” jeongin said, and you quickly did. 

“there. now don’t worry, and go ahead to the park, i’ll be there in a few minutes.” you assured them, as they walked away.

you step into the cozy cafe, wishing you could live close to a place like that.

“bonjour! je veux un iced americano avec syrup, un iced chocolate ou glacé, et un peach ice tea, s’il vous plaît,” you smiled warmly at the cashier. you studied french for years during high school, so you were proud you still remembered the basics. 

the cashier smiled back at you, and gave you your order in a small bag within a few minutes, since the cafe was quite empty. 

you walked out, and suddenly two men came in your way. they looked around your age, maybe even a little younger. 

“hey, are you y/n? from stray kids?”

“it’s you, isn’t it!”

“I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you murmured, pulling your cap lower on your face and attempting to walk past them. 

as you tried to shove your way through the gap between their broad shoulders, they pushed closer, cornering you into a wall.

“just give us one picture and we won’t tell anyone we saw you here,” one of them threatened, lowering his voice. the other’s palm rested against the wall beside your head, towering over you.

you looked down at your feet and your breath came in quick pants, as you started to panic.

one of their hands came to rest on your upper arm and you tensed, curling your shoulders inward into yourself. the heat from his palm radiated directly on your skin through the button-up you were wearing, in a bad way.

before you could say anything, seungmin and jeongin were there and were pulling off the two men by their collars. 

words were exchanged between them, and seungmin seemed to get angrier by the second. their voices began to rise, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw jeongin grabbing one of the guys’ collar harshly and pulling him close. he whispered something in a low voice, which you couldn’t hear. 

the men’s eyes widened as they glanced at you, and they scrambled off quickly as seungmin rushed to you. jeongin was still glaring into the back of their heads as they ran away. 

seungmin didn’t say anything yet. he gave you a once-over with his angry gaze. you knew that his anger wasn’t directed at you, though. he continued to look at you as you still clutched the cafe’s bag tightly, knuckles going white. your breath still wavered as you tried to inhale and exhale. 

saying nothing, he put his hands around you, and pulled you closer by your waist. one of his hands moved to rest against the back of your head, which he gently pushed against his chest. his chin rested on your head. 

“listen to my heartbeat. feel my breath. try to match your breathing with mine. slowly.” he guided you. “you’re okay now, n/n. i’m sorry we let that happen.” he whispered. 

“‘s not your fault,” you mumbled into his shirt.

he said nothing, but his hand tightened around your waist as he pulled you even closer, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. your eyes were rimmed with tears at the soft moment. 

jeongin rushed over, and he enveloped seungmin and you with both his arms. “did anything happen to you, noona?”

your eyes watered even more because of jeongin’s sweetness.

“you guys came before anything could have happened,” you told him, nodding gratefully, slowly. “i’m fine now.”

jeongin let you go. seungmin moved a little further away but his hand stayed linked with yours, rubbing straight lines down the back of your hand.

the three of you walked to the park, and soon you forgot about the interaction with those fans.

“noona! can you take some good pictures of me for my insta?” jeongin pleaded with his exaggerated large doe eyes and a pout. 

“i’d do it even without the whole puppy face package, innie,” you laughed. you took out your phone and started directing jeongin like how a director might have done to an actor. 

seungmin took a seat on the bench and plugged in his wired earphones. he said he liked the ‘feel’ of the wire, but you’re sure he’s just covering up the fact that he keeps losing his wireless earphones because he’s clumsy.

you had finished taking pictures for jeongin, and gotten the best ones approved by him too. and then, you switched positions so he could take your outfit’s pictures.

“y/n-nie! a little more grunge please,” he directed. you sputtered out a laugh, throwing your head back.

meanwhile, seungmin’s earphones played ‘blue’ by yung kai. it felt like the world had stopped for a while, as he watched you. it was almost as if the universe timed everything perfectly. 

the birds stopped chirping and the wind stopped blowing. the earth stopped rotating. 

unfiltered sunlight shone on your features. your glowing brown eyes. the curve of your nose. the pink of your lips. the blush on your cheeks from laughing for too long. the way your eyes literally sparkled as you laughed at the maknae. 

it all felt like a fever dream to him. in that moment, all he wanted to do was pull you close and kiss you. shout out to the world that you were his, and he was yours. 

“seung, what are you thinking so hard about? more ways to get minho-hyung to put hyunjin in the air fryer?” you asked, turning to him. jeongin started laughing, clutching his stomach tightly.

“remember when minho-hyung found out it was seungmin that stuck those pink stickers all over the back of his stage outfit and not hyunjin? he totally lost it!” jeongin wheezed. 

seungmin rolled his eyes dramatically and sighed, wondering how he managed to get stuck taking care of two little brats at the same time. 

that night, you all fell asleep in a cuddle pile in the huge bed in your hotel room.

the next morning, you were awoken to jeongin’s foot under your nose and seungmin’s arm around your waist as his breath tickled your neck. you let your heart beat faster for a second, and then shove both of them off you, successfully waking them up as well.

“ass-crack of dawn,” seungmin groaned. 

“the world hates us,” jeongin cried. 

“drama queens,” you muttered as you put on your fuzzy slippers and got down the bed. you stood at the foot of the bed, aggressively pulling the covers off of them.

“good morning, love,” seungmin said, yawning and rubbing his eyes while sitting up on the bed. he stretched his arms out and his nightshirt rode up, exposing his waist.

in your oh-so-victorian-era-man fashion, you slightly gasped at the sliver of exposed skin. 

“you look your best in the mornings. when you don’t speak much.” you said quickly. 

he looked up, unbeknownst to what you just witnessed, “but I just woke up.”

“I know what I said.”

jeongin shuffled around and sat up, as seungmin made his way to get ready.

you think they both look really cute in the morning, in a way that you would love to bite them out of cuteness aggression (as a joke, obviously).

“let’s go get ready fast, innie, the stylists would be waiting for us.”

in a few hours, the three of you sat in three identical swivel chairs beside each other, facing the large mirror. the staff’s first mistake was giving you swivel chairs. the second was letting you sit next to each other. 

you got our cameras out and started a chaumet-racha vlog (a temporary, but obviously cool racha name).

the three of you moved around a lot for food, and kept getting distracted by one of the stylists’ baby. she said she couldn’t find a babysitter, so she got her baby here at the last minute. 

instead of letting her apologise, you thanked her for it, and asked for her permission to pick up the baby.

“oh my god, you’re so cute! what’s your name, little munchkin? oh my god, you’re terribly adorable,” you kept cooing at the baby, moving her around in your arms while your hair was getting styled. 

“can she be a part of our vlog? please?”  jeongin asked the baby’s mother, and she happily approved, swayed by not-jeongin’s-charm.

you turned on the camera as it faced the baby and you.

“hi again STAY! look who we have here today,” you smiled, lightly nuzzling my forehead with the baby’s. “you’re the cutest baby in the whole world!”

seungmin was watching you with sparkling eyes, as you took care of the baby, who surprisingly didn’t cry even once since you had picked her up.

“have you held babies before, or something?” he asked you.

“…no, seungmin. I have not held babies before.”

“why isn’t she crying?”

“do you want her to?”

“no.”

“then?”

“whatever, you look nice when you’re with children.”

you looked up from the baby and stared at him with wide-eyes. he didn’t look away. you didn’t, either. you could hear the sound of your heart bea—

“oh parents, my parents. please save thy love for a later time.” jeongin said, swooping into the space between us, and stealing the baby away from your hands.

seungmin and you broke eye contact, and the stylists began working again.

jeongin finished his makeup quicker, so he got out of his chair to play with baby. he sat her down on his swivel chair and held her securely before slowly spinning her around.

“does that make you dizzy? or do you not know how dizziness feels since you don’t know the word?” jeongin furrowed his eyebrows, talking to the baby.

seungmin and you were sitting on a nearby couch after you were done, looking at jeongin. 

seungmin’s hand was splayed across the back of the couch, close to touching your shoulder. 

he dropped his arm to curl around your neck gently.

“it feels like watching our child playing with his younger sister,” he sighed.

“PARENTS! no public display of affection!” jeongin yelled from afar, covering the baby’s eyes. “do not show my shayla all of this!”

“his shayla?” seungmin asked, cocking his eyebrow.

“it’s a tiktok thing. you wouldn’t know.”

he huffed, wrapping his arm tighter around you. more secure. more safe. 

“bt the way… you look really pretty already. the dress is going to look even better on you than on that mannequin,” he said quietly, laying his head on your shoulder.

“thanks. the vest is going to have STAY going crazy too.”

“what about you?”

“huh?”

“would you go crazy too?”

“…yeah.”

the company let you rent a limousine for the event.

as you made your way through the roads, the driver passed the aux back to you.

you played one of your playlists on shuffle, and it landed on ‘birds of a feather’ by billie eilish. you had planned to start a karaoke session on the way to the event, so you pointed at seungmin to start with this song.

his angelic voice harmonised with billie’s. the shadows on his face highlighted his cheekbones perfectly. pairing his voice and looks, it felt like he was angel who fell on earth.

you zoned out, staring at him. you could only hear him, nothing else. he stared right back at you as he continued singing.

“birds of a feather,

we should stick together, I know,

till the day that I die.”

the next song was ‘I wanna be yours’ by arctic monkeys, which you called dibs on.

seungmin watched as you sang along to the song with your entire heart in it. it was almost as if you were singing the song with someone in mind. 

“secrets I have held in my heart,

are harder to hide than I thought.

maybe I just wanna be yours.

I wanna be yours.”

he looked at you with deep devotion, as if you were the one who hung up the moon and stars. in his eyes, you were a goddess sent to earth.

the songs continued one after the other, and the three of you took turns singing all sorts of songs (though you skipped all of your own songs): ‘take me to church’ by hozier, ‘I wanna be your slave’ by maneskin, ‘bouncy’ by ateez, ‘moonstruck’ by enhypen, and so many more. 

you decided on the last song together, for all three of you to sing together for your vlog: ‘blue’ by yung kai.

your voices blended in harmony, creating an almost-ethereal music.

you propped up your camera with the help of the opposite seat as you all sang. 

“i’ll imagine we fell in love,

i’ll nap under moonlight skies with you.

I think i’ll picture us, you with the waves,

the ocean’s colours on your face. 

i’ll leave my heart with your air,

so let me fly with you.

will you be forever with me?”

you ended the recording a little early because you were nearing the event venue and the stylists had some last minute touch-ups to finish in the vehicle.

you could see the flashing cameras and the red carpet through the tinted window.

seungmin laid his hand gently over yours, and intertwined your fingers. 

“all three of us will be together today. don’t worry, and enjoy your time today,” he reassured you.

you nodded as your heart slowed down slightly. “where’d the teasing go, mr. minnie?” you smirked at him.

he groaned, throwing a hand over his face.

“don’t go around saying stuff like that,” he comlains as you laugh.

“yeah? why not?”

“it makes me feel… things.”

“mm? good things? or bad?” you raised your eyebrows smugly. 

“very good things.” he smiled slightly. 

“shut up.” your heart raced. 

“whatever you say.” he nodded, still holding your hand tightly as the vehicle stopped. 

jeongin cleared his throat loudly. “i’m not staying with you guys tonight. you’re far too old and disgustingly in love.”

neither of you denied the statement, and your gaze slid to where you held each other. 

you took a deep breath, and the door opened. flashes sounded, and fans screamed. it was like stepping into a new world, away from the comforts of your boys.

but one thing remained the same: kim seungmin.

jeongin stepped out before you. reporters started screaming, asking him to look at them.

“sir! how does it feel to be called the 4th gen fashion star, jeongin?”

“jeongin! look here!”

“jeongin-ah, you look stunning, as always! please smile this way!”

you smiled to yourself. 

next, seungmin stepped out. the reporters roared again.

“seungmin! can you tell us about any collaborations?”

“mr. kim! please look this way! do you have a girlfriend?”

“how do you think this event will go, seungmin?”

you chuckled loudly this time.

seungmin stepped a little to the side of the door, and extended his arm to help you out.

as soon as you stepped outside, you couldn’t see anything except white flashes and seungmin’s face. 

fans screamed from the sides, who you couldn’t see or hear before. you smiled at them and bowed your head a little, thanking them for coming. 

“miss y/n! how does it feel being the only girl in an otherwise all-boys group?”

“y/n! what’s your next comeback? could you give us a little spoiler?”

“this way! here! y/n!”

you locked eyes with seungmin, did your secret handshake that you had prepared for the next comeback’s choreography, and started laughing together. the nearby reporters also began to chuckle at you both.

you walked into the venue after waving to some fans. with jeongin lost already (you had his live location), you both decided to stick together for the night, unless you had to interact with someone specifically.

just like you three, sunghoon from enhypen and yeji from itzy were invited as well.

your eyes widened as you made eye contact with sunghoon, your bias from one of your ult groups, one of your old friends. 

seungmin followed your gaze, and then rolled his eyes. he leaned down to whisper into your ear in a low voice. 

“you look stunning tonight, my love.”

your eyes snapped back to seungmin.

you looked up at him as he slightly towered over you, even if you wore heels.

he leaned down again, and this time you could feel his breath on your ear.

“it’s amazing having a best friend as fine as you. my stargirl.”

this time, a shiver visibly ran down your spine. “if i’m your stargirl, that just means you’ll be my starboy, no?” you whispered. 

he smiled to himself and nodded quietly, smiling down at you.

sunghoon was long forgotten, just how seungmin had hoped. he smiled at you, in that evil way of his.

you rolled your eyes. “go grab a drink or something, you scheming minion. i’m going to go talk to yeji there.” you pointed. 

he nodded, still smirking, and sauntered away as you walked to yeji.

“my favourite hyunjin’s-best-friend!” she rejoiced. 

“my favourite hwang sibling!” you screamed.

you hugged each other quickly. another idol slipped yeji a glass of something to drink, and seungmin did the same for you. as he passed the glass to you, your hands brushed and his gaze lingered for a second too long on you.

yeji and you were pulled away for an interview with someone famous, who was asking you both to talk about what you were wearing today.

yeji went first, describing her all-black outfit, in contrast to your all-white one. you followed suit, reciting all the brands whose products you were wearing. 

[ yeji’s outfit . y/n’s outfit ]

you ended your interview with a little bonus for the fans.

“and lastly, I also have something that isn’t of any official brand.” you held up your wrist. seungmin’s thin silver bracelet glinted under the golden light. “one of my members gave me a bracelet they made, before we came to paris, and that’s what I have on my hand right now!”

the interviewer gasped and aw’ed at you.

you felt seungmin staring at the back of your head from a short distance away.

“nice bracelet,” he worded. you read his lips, and smiled. 

the interviewer, yeji, and you shared some words and gossips off-record, and then you excused yourself to get to seungmin.

“what’s with the glare?” you asked him.

“that enhypen guy,” he said, clenching his jaw. “he keeps trying to smile and wave at you.”

“you mean sunghoon? my bias? my friend from before my trainee days? that hoon?” you stated, tilting your head slightly.

he peeled his eyes off sunghoon and narrowed them at you. he scoffed, rolling his eyes, going back to typical seungmin behaviour again.

soon, hushed whispers of cha eun-woo’s name floated around the room. 

you immediately got excited, ready to meet the other brand ambassador of chaumet himself.

as you made eye contact with him, you began walking towards him. seungmin followed you quietly.

“hi! y/n y/l/n from stray kids, right?” eun-woo asked, bowing a little and holding his hand out to shake yours. 

“ah, yes,” you smiled warmly at him, shaking his hand. “I didn’t think i’d meet you already,” you continued nervously. 

“what do you mean? you should get used to this! we have so many photo shoots lined up for this year,” he said happily. 

seungmin’s eyes widened. you did?

“you have solo shoots with him, pretty?” he whispered in your ear as eun-woo looked away. you turned your neck to met his gaze and narrowed them.

“yes.”

he rolled his eyes. “we don’t get half as many photoshoots with you that other artists collectively do.”

“it’s almost as if i’m famous,” you gasped in mock-surprise, swatting his chest.

at some point in the night, under the red lights and some questionable music, seungmin and you left to a more secluded part of the venue.

you were both slightly drunk, but not enough to not know what was going on around you.

as soon as you reached a discreet corridor, he pulled you against the wall.

“it’s been so hard, just watching you the whole night, being unable to keep my hands off you. you look so beautiful, my sweet girl,” he whispered, his hands on either side of your head caging you between the wall and him.

you inhaled his cologne, and relished the scent that reminded you of home. 

“I could say the same about you,” you whispered, leaning dangerously closer to him. “the way you just sassed your way through the interview, and doing nothing when those women were putting their hands all over you.”

“it wasn’t all over me, just my arm,” he teased. 

“still counts,” you said in a low voice. “just kept pissing me off—”

“can I kiss you?”

“‘course you can. but I just need one chance to wipe that smirk off her face though—”

he wrapped his fingers around your throat, and his other hand pulled you closer by your waist as he kissed you.

you were reminded of how your first kiss was with seungmin, when you were both 17. you both wanted to try it out, but didn’t have partners. besides, you were just best friends, so it was fine. right?

but now, you weren’t sure if you could call each other just best friends. 

“jagi,” he murmured against your mouth, pulling away a little.

you grabbed the collar of his vest, fingers brushing against his neck. “shut up.” you pulled him into another rough kiss.

his hand travelled to the slit in your dress. his warm hand rested on the skin of your thigh. in return, your cold fingers curled through his neat hair, dishevelling it.

“this isn’t a one-time thing. at all,” he said, pulling away.

“I know.”

he kissed you deeply again, but this time it was much softer than before. it was a kiss filled with the promise of love. 

“I don’t believe in forever,” he started. 

“but just this moment, being with you,” you continued. 

“I want to believe in eternity with you,” he whispered, bringing your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles, maintaining eye contact.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you,” he said, face illuminated under the moonlight. “and i’m never letting you go.”

“ever.”

you locked pinkies in the quiet promise of eternal love. 

ꗃ﹕ bonus . . .

“everyone get up! let’s run through the dance one last time,” chan called out to the tired members lying on the floor.

everyone gathered in their spots, except for hyunjin and han.

chan stalked over to them, where they were huddled watching something on minho’s phone, giggling like little school children.

chan leaned over them to get a look at the screen.

it was a fan edit of two of his members—seungmin and y/n, to weeknd’s song ‘starboy’ mashed with the ‘stargirl interlude’. the audio synced with y/n saying the word “starboy” to seungmin, and him calling her “stargirl”. the clips were fan-taken at the chaumet event, which made chan chuckle as well.

“I guess they finally realised who the other’s life-long crush was,” he muttered to himself, dragging hyunjin and han by their ears to their practice positions.

[sweetestflow3rs]

completely forgot i had written an LI!DOL!Vanida game mechanic and left her collecting dust on my google docs…

[suntails]

the book is done :D setting up a shop for it next week but i’ll start posting/open preorders in september!!

[andi-o-geyser]

“oh the gods are bad the gods are bad” i actually realized i dont give a fuck. crazy concept i actually realized i do not give a fuck lmaooo. people have lived not liking or worshipping the gods for so many fucking years its actually CRAZY like people honestly just go about their day to day lives. they believe or they don't! big whoop! they just care about the price of milk and if the world isn't ending!!

[camgoloud]

you ever just. become overwhelmed by a sudden out-of-nowhere wave of tenderness and affection and longing for reconnection directed towards someone to whom you no longer speak for Very Good Reasons

[cookinguptales]

oh what

TIL you can get that cream stuff that starbucks puts on their cold brews at the supermarket?? in lots of flavors??

I'm not a big fan of Starbucks (for... several reasons) but I used to go there sometimes when I was given gift cards and the one thing I really did like was their cold brew with Various Creams on top

and now I'm learning?? I can have that in the privacy of my own home?? on cold brew that actually tastes good?? a++++

[widevibratobitch]

so... about that last weekend...

did going to the opera with @girlscarpia and @verdiesque fix me or did it make me worse? guess we're all gonna find out soon <33

[despair-tea]

gonna finally pick up some climber's chalk to see if that helps keep my grip in bracket lmao. the last two monthlies i played in i was really feeling the misinputs due to sweat. been a bit of a problem in the past - just having my hands straight-up slip off the stick as the heat turns up. we'll see if it helps.

[doubleedgemode]

I wanted to go on a drawing spree yesterday, but I could only muster these two before dozing off.

First one, even if I'm not that sure about how I drew her face shape in this angle (and most importantly I forgot her neck and torso bandages OOPS) I do really like how most of the drawing came out. And at least it isn't a bland bust this time, though I'm pretty sure I've already drawn a pose like this before. (Oh no the next drawing is a 3/4 bust again..)

Second, yesterday I saw an artist draw some of the coolest redesigns ever for a different media piece, and thought about the many awesome gg redesigns I often see so I wanted to give A.B.A a spin... Except I was out of ideas so most of this drawing is her regular design haha. I got too tired to even try to attempt to draw the rest of the body and half-assed the key but I like the vibes and pose (even if I.. think I made her neck a bit too long? Old habits die hard... Necks are my enemies when drawing!)

I like the idea of her having a key take on the classic frankenstein bolts (though wait, her head key is referred to as a screw. Would this also be a screw or key shaped bolts??-)

[sophfandoms53]

Cory going home this week just solidifies him getting my AFP votes bc I think he deserves it but also bc it’ll piss off half of the cast and especially piss off production

[comradecowplant]

i don't want spook the nervous filly that is Maybe This Show Wont Suck by saying anything but after being extremely unimpressed with season two (THE CREEPY OLD MAN CHAINED TO THE WALL WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO TELL YOU ANSWERS ABOUT WHO PUT HIM THERE BOYD WHY DID YOU SHUSH HIM??????? and then tell no one about it for half the season UGH lack of communication that is of obvious mutual benefit in order to keep characters pointlessly confused/at odds with each other is such a lazy writing pet peeve of mine) I think From is really getting back on track this season. An interesting horror-mystery premise with effective creepy-ass monsters that we're seeing a fascinating escalation of this season. Now just don't drop the ball!!! 🤞🤞

[notveryshrugemoji]

Not going to come here to complain about everything that is a minor inconvenience but like, if someone tells you to call a help desk for whatever tech issue you’re asking about its more than likely because the person you’re talking to has intentionally not been trained to assist you. I am intentionally not trained for certain things because it’s literally a self service function that you should be doing yourself and you have a help desk if you need navigational or technical support. It’s not my job and I don’t know how to help!!!!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

a decade later sure i'll put it into Text Post "tumblr user claims: plausibly may feasibly" form, starting with these classic screenshots i still have saved

this being dialogue from 2015's always watching: a marble hornets story, which is like hey this is a pretty well produced indie venture & you can sure like sit through it even if you then never watch it again b/c it's still kind of overly on the beaten path & "i'm not sure this choice is justified in much of anything" (see: bizarrely omnipresent thread of a love triangle just to be There; typical Mental Patient(tm) Harbinger; several real marked More Is Less instances arguably) that is still a better time than other random horror material i've seen & hated vs. only mostly been underwhelmed by but in an Overall Shrug way alone. yeah imdb's 4.7 out of 10 seems fair enough if you consider like 5 stars truly middle of the road solid if forgettable vs that anything < 7 stars is for [Bad!] or whatever

anyways the main character is named milo & indeed the creator(s) / actors / writers troy joseph & tim were involved in the production at all: tim at least by being the first step in doug jones's casting by reaching out directly (online), but troy & joseph also via Some writing, like in that slender game sequel also: not the Primary creators / writers, but still officially involved in the creative process at all. & i knew of them & they knew of me by this time & in a [source: dude just trust me] style of way, i, a tumblr user, am like "i think milo alwayswatching Could be named after me, milo unproduciblesmackdown. lol." b/c also like yeah i can take it on the chin if it's a coincidence, which is also likely. great name & it's just not being used enough in fictional & nonfictional people's names. you might also be aware that some role in tribetweIve is named milo (maybe the main guy. i never watched it) so you might also speculate it's named after that guy, which seems plausible also, But: afaik there are no other similar plausible shoutouts at all, to that series or to emh which was just as majorly like One Of Those 3 Biggest Online Series. may or may not add a grain of salt to take it with. like my own "of course, there's a grain of salt in 'milo just like me milo, and Uncoincidentally?' b/c how wouldn't there be. a name people have"

the dude just trust me argument: distilling it down to "i went to their first convention & then the same one the next year, & in these experiences i Know they knew of me from that + also online, where people knew my name was milo as well" and "it seems feasible enough it's an easter egg Not Coincidence that i first knew this character's name happened to also be milo b/c someone who experienced a clip sent me an ask about it, so they assumed it was a possible actual connection too lol." and, of course, it might be a fun coincidence after all. but i'm still like "yeah no it Could be a funny little shoutout to me specifically for real" and mean it and, again, i can endure it if i'm completely wrong. b/c who could care, and also b/c it's so funny that the character is a guy who basically just is like "i am going to have a bad attitude. b/c of the insistent tiresome love triangle thing. well now I'm insistently tiresome" and fucking everything up but like, sure. exasperating epic fail protagonists

the only relevance i think it has besides "to me, b/c i can go haha yeah. that might be like: just like me!!" is that it's Also plausible b/c yeah marble hornets Is the kind of series that might go "this could be an easter egg about some queer autistic tumblr user we know about" lmao, its Inherent Queerness both re: the material and in the creators' knowledge like yep that's how our Appreciators skew! like it's low stakes to be like [lol, Me. perhaps] b/c it's obviously of zero importance like it adds no info, i'm just some rando queer fan from back in the day, but it's this potential Fun Fact that's funny to know & it's about "yeah like they knew i was trans back then too & that it was like, amidst the MH Fans, like nobody's cishet man (shaggy rogers voice)" Gay Rights!

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

i actually should be more confident in my skills in most things like i really cleaned a decrepit bathroom that had shit all over the walls and crusty old towels stuck to the floor and beard hair in the sink and a toilet with 10 year old shit and a billion bugs cultivating a whole habitat in there in just like... 5 days of work. and that's saying a lot as a fat girl who has a bad back and knees with genuinely negative attention span and motivation who quit two janitorial jobs after a month. like... maybe i should be more confident about what i can do and actually step up and do more instead of wallowing in my misery actually 🤔

[deathisamotherofbeauty]

nawt the one tooth I had gotten fixed one year ago suddenly loosing some of the material that went over the cavity hole or whatever

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

wish i could post my paintings of theatre stuff here bc i'm really proud of those (my theatre keeps making amazing adaptations with SUPER COOL costume and lighting and setting and colour and visual symbolism choices) but alas. the chance is low but very definitely above zero that i'd doxx myself HARDCORE. but maaaan. trust me when i say that stage is just plain amazing. i need to live in the theatre