#total non shocker

[drelizabethgreene]

Why am I not surprised that Christopher is talking to several girls at the same time? What a little ladies man!

[tightjeansjavi]

How did Ridley Scott and the entire team that worked on writing, editing and producing gladiator 2 sit there and go “ah, yeah, boys! This is the one” whatever drugs they were on, I want to be on them too so that I can live in de lu lu land too

[tyunphoria]

🌪️not in my movie ! — b.chan

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT!⚠️

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ghostface!bang chan x reader

SYNPNOSIS: just a fun game of cat and mouse till you fall in the lion’s den.

INCLUDES: AFAB reader, college!au, pet names, praise, ANGST and SMUTTT. Finding out he’s ghostface gee what a shocker, not proof read, rushed:p chan’s hella manipulative if you squint.

WARNINGS: threatening, mentions of death and murders, blood, slight degradation, fear play, slight dacryphilia, DOM!chan, p in v, oral (giving), fingering, hair pulling, uh tw just to make sure: non con that turns consensual, semi public not rlly?, UNPROTECTED SEX, mentions of vomiting.

[click here to read ghostface!hanjisung x reader.]

w.c: 4.5k

The leaves were ablaze with autumn hue as y/n walked across the quad of her college campus. She breathed in the crisp autumn air, savouring the hint of bonfire smoke that indicated the fair was being set up. Y/n loved this time of the year. Students milled about between classes, backpacks slung over shoulders, coffee cups warming hands. Some douchebags would even take the liberty to scare their peers and professors while clad in a black robe and a ghostface mask.

Speaking of, your senior Chan just fell victim to one of the pranks and it was hilarious how you got to witness it first hand.

“I hate Halloween…” Chan grumbled as he fell into step beside you.

Your body buzzed with laughter as you handed him the book that slipped from his grasp. “Are you going to that fair tonight?” You ask. Chan makes an expression you couldn’t read, akin to contemplation tinged with mild distaste at the idea. You knew him well enough to read the thoughts flitting across his face — he was tempted by the promise of candy apples and haunted houses but also felt the pull of responsibility to study for his upcoming exam.

“Oh come on, Christopher.” You roll your eyes, “a few hours of fun won’t kill you.”

“Hard pass.” He said. He wasn’t one to back down to these types of things but he claimed that there was something about Halloween which gave him the ‘ick’. “And it’s not just that… Changbin lost a bet so now he’s gonna have to wear a playboy bunny costume to the fair. Think I wanna see that?” You laugh and shake your head, bidding him goodbye as you turn to enter your apartment until Chan stopped you once more by grabbing ahold of your arm.

“Y/n,” he says, his voice stern. “I’m being serious this time. Just… how about you just don’t go? It’s dangerous, especially how late it is at night. Who knows… maybe ghostface himself would show up uninvited.”

His warning sent goosebumps to rise on your skin, making the hair on your nape stand. You mask it with a light scoff. “Really, Chris? When are you gonna drop this ghostface shit. Dude’s been M.I.A for years, I think I’ll be fine.”

You try to pull away but his grip around your wrist tightens before you find yourself being pulled against his chest, hands holding your waist in place as he buries his face against your neck. “Be careful out there, yeah?”

Your hard gaze softens. “I will.”

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“Y/n!” Felix beams as he captures you in a tight embrace.

“Jesus Christ, lix.” You gently pull away from the hug to examine his costume. “Elsa?”

“It’s cute, no?” He pouts. “Aya’s over there by the dart booth.” You nod at him gratefully, giving him one last hug before making your way to Aya.

“Hey bitch!” You grin. Aya bounces over to you, planting a kiss on your cheek, staining your skin with the bright red lipstick she wore.

“You wore the costume I bought you, let me see,” she twirls you around. “Hot, hot, okay, but babes that jacket has gotta go.”

“It’s cold!” You protest. “And my tits are practically out.”

Aya sighed in exasperation. “Halloween is the one year where a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.” She quotes.

The fair was packed with hordes of costumed attendees, mostly college students from nearby universities. Your eyes widened as she took in the revealing outfits on display - girls in lingerie masquerading as "sexy cat" costumes, shirtless guys with lampshades on their heads.

"Is that chick only wearing a bra and a fucking g-string?" You murmured to Aya, who stood beside you nibbling on candy corn from a paper bag.

Aya followed her gaze to a scantily clad brunette in the distance. "Looks like it," she snorted.

"Thank god there are no kids around here tonight."

You said, finding the lack of children odd. Usually by 8pm, the fair would be swarming with kids getting high off of cotton candy and running around wildly.

"Yeah, the government placed a curfew," Aya explained after popping a few gummy worms into her mouth. "Didn't you hear?"

"A curfew? No, why?" You felt unease curl in your stomach. The last curfew had been years ago, when a killer in a mask murdered a group of teens.

Aya lowered her voice. "It's all over the news. Two days ago someone broke into this girl's house downtown. And then a bunch of people were found dead behind the HYBE office building."

Your brows furrowed. There's no way it could be Ghostface again, right? That killer had been caught years ago.

Chris’s words from this morning suddenly plagued your mind and it bothered you.

A theory was circulating online that there was more than one Ghostface. That a group of obsessed fans had taken up the killer mantle. Those amateur reddit detectives were digging far deeper than the useless ass police.

What if Chan had been right? Unease bloomed in your chest as you glanced around the fair.

Aya takes notes of her expression, attempting to lighten the mood by shoving some cotton candy in your mouth.

“Stop worrying. Let’s go ride the roller coaster and eat candy till we fucking barf!”

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“Oh, fuck me, I’m gonna—“ Aya bends over the railing and hurled.

Your cheeks tint in embarrassment, an awkward smile on your lips as you pat her back, trying to ignore the disgusted looks both of you were receiving.

“Bitch you gotta go on without me,” she slumps against a nearby bench, chugging down a can of beer to wash off the vile taste.

“What!” You frown, “but the haunted house, you promised!” You tugged on her arm but she doesn’t budge. “Tsk, fine, I’ll go without you then.”

They built a new attraction that the place has been working on for years but it just now opened up today. It was a big haunted mansion. You wondered why it took so long for them to open it up, but you found out not too long ago that they didn’t hire any scare actors for this attraction, they were all animatronics.

You see your friend by the entrance, collecting tickets and admitting people in.

"Hyunjin!" you exclaimed, a wide smile lighting up your face as you spotted your friend stationed at the entrance, diligently collecting tickets and admitting people in. "I didn’t know your ass worked here."

The blond returned your smile and motioned for three more people to enter before making his way over to you. "Yeah, I actually wanted to take today off, but they were in desperate need of extra staff. I was looking forward to spending the night with my girlfriend too." he replied with a small sigh. "Surprisingly, it's even more crowded than last year. You'd think people would stay home, given the murder incident that happened at HYBE."

You crossed your arms. You really didn’t wanna think about that right now. casting a quick glance down at your heels, momentarily distracted by the discomfort throbbing in your feet. "I shouldn't have worn these," you gesture to your heels.

Something crossed Hyunjin’s face as his expression went blank. “It’s gonna bitch to run in those if that fucker catches you.”

You gape at him. Who the fuck says something like that so casually?

“Sorry,” Hyunjin chuckled. “It’s part of my script.” Oh right… yeah, of course, it being halloween and him working at a horror attraction explains it.

“Oh, it’s your turn, y/n. You going in alone?” He asks. You glance behind you past the long line of teenagers to spot your friend Aya flirting with some guy. You grunt. “Yeah. Just me.”

Hyunjin smiles, taking your ticket and opening up the doors for you. “Enjoy.” He puts it simply, closing the doors behind you.

Hyunjin glances at the rest of the people in the line, the smile falling from his face as he makes his announcement which results in a chorus of groans.

“Okay everyone! Haunted mansion’s closed for tonight.”

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As you ventured further into the haunted mansion, the path guided you through a dimly lit corridor. The flickering candles along the walls cast eerie shadows, whispering secrets in the air.

"for something that took years to make, this is pretty boring," you muttered, your disappointment evident in your voice. The first half of the experience was extremely underwhelming. The animatronics were, at least. But as you stepped into the next room, your boredom quickly turned to awe.

Inside, the place was straight out of a Gothic horror story. The Victorian aesthetic engulfed you, transporting as if you were entering dracula’s house or some shit.

As you continued, animatronic figures lurched and screeched, attempting to startle you with their mechanical movements and eerie sounds. But let's be real, they were more comical than terrifying. Their jerky motions and predictable jump scares only elicited laughter instead of fear..

You couldn't help but chuckle, finding amusement in their exaggerated gestures and obvious gimmicks. It became a game to anticipate their predictable moves, mocking their feeble attempts at fright.

The vibe itself was pretty spooky.

The thing that genuinely terrified you was the sudden ear-piercing scream cutting through the air.

Was that from outside? You couldn’t tell. There weren’t any windows. Maybe it just came from one of the speakers.

How long has it been, seven minutes maybe? Well, for one the place was huge and you took up most of the time taking pictures of the place and messing with the bots.

Startled by the crashing sound of the picture frame hitting the floor, you couldn't help but leap in surprise. As your racing heart gradually settled, you cautiously rounded the corner, only to find yourself confronted with a seemingly endless maze of hallways. The disorienting sight added to your growing sense of unease.

Just as you began to collect your thoughts, your hand-held phone abruptly buzzed, causing you to jump once more. The unexpected vibration sent a jolt through your system, making you exclaim, "Jesus—fuck!" A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you pressed a trembling hand against your chest, trying to calm your pounding heart.

Assuming it was Aya, you braced yourself for a string of impatient requests to hurry up and drive her home. However, to your surprise, the incoming text displayed an unknown number. Curiosity mingled with a tinge of annoyance as you read the message that flashed on your screen: "

“Let’s play a game:)”

Your heart rate quickened in response, you weren't in the mood for pranks, you grumbled and decided to power off your phone, hoping to put an end to the unsettling message.

Your phone buzzed again.

With a mix of frustration and apprehension, you reluctantly picked up your phone and saw another message from the same unknown number: "Don't fucking ignore me, l/n." The words sent a shiver down your spine.

Reluctantly, you type back, your fingers trembling on the keyboard.

"Who are you?" you ask, your anxiety building with each passing moment.

The chat bubbles appear on the screen, filled with an unsettling anticipation. The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the rapid beating of your heart.

"Let's play," the mysterious person replies.

Frustration bubbles up inside you, and you can't help but snap in response. "Look asshole, I don't have time for this," you retort, your patience wearing thin.

A pause follows, and then their next message appears, sending a chill down your spine. "I'm sure you do if your life depends on it," they jeer, their words laced with a sinister edge.

Confusion and fear intertwine within you, clouding your thoughts. Their cryptic statements leave you bewildered, struggling to grasp their true intentions.

Suddenly, a notification pops up, revealing an incoming image. With trembling hands, you open it, only to be met with a horrifying sight—Hyunjin covered in blood, and Aya who looked lifeless leaned up against a pole.

A scream escapes your lips as you drop your phone, shock coursing through your veins. Trembling, you gather the courage to pick up the device again, your mind racing with terror and desperation.

With a renewed sense of horror, you read the next message: "Don't worry, darling. They’re not dead yet. If you can be a good girl for me, I may just spare them."

Each word intensifies your panic, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

“Don’t hurt them. I’ll do whatever you want.”

The tears streaming down your face are uncontrollable, having to hold the wall for support so your legs didn’t give up on you.

“Let’s play a game of hide and seek.” It writes. “I’m giving you two minutes to hide. If I find you by the time it strikes 12,” then they stopped typing. Seconds felt like hours as you waited. “Let’s just say they don’t get to see another day. As for you, things won’t get pretty so make sure to hide well:)”

It’s a little after 11:40, so you only have twenty minutes till the game is over. You assume that the timer for the duration you had to hide already started so you wasted no time to break into a sprint.

The game seemed simple enough. All you needed to do was hide for fifteen more minutes and you were golden! Besides, it’s a pretty big mansion. You’re confident that it’ll take them hours to find you.

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Two more minutes.

There were only two minutes left.

You sink down against the wall, pulling your legs close to your chest. Thoughts of Chris flood your mind. You imagine how he might be doing, picturing the moment when all of this would be over and you could finally return home. The image of him standing before you, his dimpled smile breaking through, teasingly claiming that going to the fair wasn't such a great idea after all, tugs at the corners of your lips and brings a glimmer of warmth to your heart.

"I told you so!" he would tease, his voice filled with both amusement and genuine concern. But deep down, you know that Chan would be consumed with worry for your well-being and safety. You already imagine him scolding you, all while showering you with hugs and gifts to make you feel better. As his junior, his guidance and advice always carried weight, and you never missed an opportunity to listen to his words.

You find yourself sinking deeper into the memories, recalling how Chan had always been so understanding. Whenever the principal's wrath came crashing down, he was there, standing by your side, ready to defend you with unwavering loyalty. And when the storms of heartbreak or failed hook-ups battered your heart, Chris, was there to console you in ways that went beyond words. It was as if you were a treasured princess in his eyes, deserving of nothing but the utmost care and tenderness.

But right now wasn’t exactly the best time to dwell on your fat crush on him.

Like, yes, sure you guys fucked one or twice before but they meant nothing. It was just a way to relieve frustrations with zero strings attached.

His warmth, his voice… his hands that touch you in all the right places.

You’re definitely gonna miss it if you die in this hell hole.

“What's on your pretty little mind that’s got you thinking so deeply, princess?”

You gasp and quickly shoot up to a sprint until your front is pushed up against a wall, feeling someone’s weight pressed against you along with a cold blade poking against your throat.

“I found youuuu,” he taunts.

The man wearing a ghostface mask chuckled as he pressed the knife more into your neck, enough to make a small cut. You wince and groan in pain. The situation is almost laughable, finding it somewhat cliché with the way you’re about to die.

“Fucking… let me go,”

“But princess, I won didn’t I? We had a deal.”

“Fine! You win! Just kill me already then, why drag longer?”

You squirm around to possibly irk him more to speed up the process but as you do, the further your backside gets pushed into his hard on making him groan into your left ear. “But what’s the fun in killing you right away. I’m here to claim my prize.”

Your eyes widen, realizing what his intentions were now.

An idea popped in your head. If you just played along for a few more, you can distract him and make a beeline for the exit.

A laugh slips past your lips. “What’s this? I didn’t expect mister ghostface to be such a perv.” You rub your ass against the tent of his sweats eliciting a strained grunt from the man behind you.

He drops the knife, closing your throat with his fist, bringing your head back. “Don’t fucking tempt me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the sensation of his gloved hand cupping your sensitive pussy. Slick begins to stain your lacy red panties as he hummed and dragged his middle finger along your slit. You gasp out in surprise, “don’t do that…”

“Oh? But you were rubbing against me not too long ago like a little slut, what happened to that confidence?” He reaches down further and gently parts the lips of your vulva before gently circling your entrance.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Your eyes flutter open at his words. You both have already gone this far, why stop now? If you told him to stop, would it just prompt him to kill you? You wanted to atleast see Chris before you died… Well, he asked for permission at least so that was good… fuck it, what about this situation was considered good in the first place? Played with your feelings using fear and dread and now he has you pressed up against the wall with his hand down your underwear.

It was a bit of a turn on.

“Why don’t you kiss my ass and fuck me already.”

You couldn’t see his face but you knew from the tone of his voice that he was grinning, “Good choice.” You were wet and waiting, so he slips a finger inside, thumb circling your clit. You moan, back arching. He adds another finger and pumps his fingers, adjusting the pace while you fall apart in his arms. Your sighs and moans, the way your body responds to him. He hooks his fingers as he circles your clit, rewarded with a moan that sounds suspiciously like calling on the gods.

You tighten around his fingers as you cum, your cheeks flushed in mild embarrassment, with your lipstick smudged from his fingers stuffing your throat full. He strokes you through your orgasm, a beautiful sight to see you undone like this, having to fight the urge to rio off his mask and kiss you.

“Did that feel good, princess?”

“Don’t… call me that.”

“What’s wrong? Do you like being called derogatory names instead?”

Your cheeks flushed. “No! I just… only he can call me princess…”

Ghostface went quiet as he stilled momentarily. He takes his fingers out. “Is that so..” his laughter fills your ears and you can’t help but shy away by hiding your face. Your body was jerked around, forcing you to face him as he squished your cheeks together roughly.

“Open your eyes.”

You shake your head. He moved his hand from your cheeks to your hair making you moan out in surprise.

“Your mask scares me!” You cried out. Staring back at the two blank eyes of the costume while getting fucked isn’t exactly ideal.

“Then I’ll take it off.”

He’s bluffing. Cause there’s no way in hell — this dude’s gotta be bluffing. “You’d do that?”

“For you I would.”

‘Yeah. If you could just take off your mask so I could report you to the police when I’m outta here that’d be great.’

But you’d wish you told him to keep his mask on instead. You would’ve rather preferred that.

“Chris?”

He cradled your face in his hand. “Why do you look so sad, princess? Not what you were expecting?” All you could do was cry. You were confused. You felt betrayed. You wanted nothing more than to shove him away but also melt against the warmth of his touch, the gentle caress of his hands that once brought you comfort. “Shh… shh, don’t cry.” Chan leans in and kisses away your tears.

“Why?” You hiccuped.

“I didn’t want you finding out. I never meant for this to happen.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Hell, y/n, I didn’t want you getting roped into this mess but you drive me fucking insane.

I won’t kill you, I just wanted to be honest with you. I’m sorry if you had to find out this way—“

You swallow his next words with a kiss. You didn’t want to listen to his words anymore. You didn’t care if it’s an excuse, you didn’t care if it was a lie, you didn’t care about anything as long as it was him.

“Save it. Whatever lame ass excuse you’re about to come up with, I forgive you.” This catches him off guard. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off again, “I’m tired and my pussy’s throbbing so let’s hurry and wrap this up.”

He grinned, urging to your knees. He gave your cheek a rough couple pats as he brought his index and middle finger to your lips, “open.” You part your lips and with little to no warning, he shoves his fingers down your throat. With his other hand, he pulled his sweats and briefs halfway down his toned thighs. He rubbed your spit around the length of his dick, giving it a few strokes before tracing the tip against your lips.

You poke your tongue out just to get a little taste of him making Chris visibly shudder. He groans before pushing the tip past your lips. You wrapped your lips around his cock and his hand immediately found its way on the back of your head. “Yeah… fuck, just like that…” you wrapped both of your hands around his length and worked quick pumps around the head while the other worked its way along the base.

He felt his knees buckle a little when you started sucking his balls. “You look so pretty like this,” he urged himself back into your mouth. “And who do you belong to?”

“You.” You moan. “I’m all yours, Channie.”

That was all the confirmation he needed before he began to brutally fuck your little throat. Your dress had ridden up gave it the liberty to press the tip of his shoe against your cunt making your hips jerk forward. As he ruthlessly fucked your throat and the laces of his converse rubbed deliciously against uour clit the stimulation was beyond amazing. After holding your head firmly against his pelvic area for what seemed like eternity, he finally let you get some air, removing yourself from his dick with a sloppy pop.

“Come here, pretty princess. Wanna cum inside of you…” he was quick to pull you to your feet and pushed you back up against the wall. Your answering smile is a smug thing, as if you’re proud of the effect you had on him. He kisses you then, groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. Chan gripped your plush thighs and lifted you up with ease. He was gentle and slow, despite the circumstances you were thrown into. He rips your panties in half trying to get them off, drowning out your protests with a slight chuckle. “I’ll buy you new one’s.” He shoves your panties in his pocket before swiping his tip against your wet folds. “Oh,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to move. The rhythm is slow at first, your fingers pulling him closer, as if you could eliminate all space between the both of you. Your hips meet his every thrust as they move together at a languid pace, as if they have all the time in the world.

He can feel the way your heart races, the rush of blood in your veins. He tries to be as gentle as possible as he sinks his teeth into your neck, drawing a delicious gasp from your lips as he thrusts into you, hoping to balance out the sensation of pain and pleasure. His face hovers over yours, breaths mingling. “Can you hear how wet you are?” He grunts, adding his thumb to the mix by rubbing your almost painfully sensitive clit. You moan loudly, back arching against the wall when you felt chan begin to suck at your tits over the thin material of your dress.

“Been wanting to fuck you for so long… seeing you walk around all night looking dolled up, I felt so jealous.”

He pounds mercilessly into your poor pussy, salty tears beginning to run down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. “You're so gorgeous… wanna make you all mine — fuck,” he moans. “You’re so naughty… I told you not to go, didn’t I?”

“Channniiieee…. I’m gonna,” you whimper, whining against his lips. “I’m cumming… oh fuck, I’m cumming…”

“so cute…” he cooed. “You disobeyed me, and look at where we’re at now.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair as you orgasm followed by a shudder.

What sounded like footsteps that were approaching closer and closer catches you off guard and it seemed to have a similar effect on him as well.

Sticking to your plan from earlier, you shove him off of you while he’s distracted trying to figure out who could be approaching and make a beeline for the exit. His back hits a table, eyes widening.

“Love you Channie!” You grinned and before he could grab you, you shut the two heavy metal doors in front of him.

He grumbled, pulling his pants back on and opening the door only to be met with a ghostface mask staring right back at him.

“Hey,” Jisung says as he rips the mask off him.

“The van’s parked outside, the other’s have been waiting for twenty fucking minutes.” He says but he only received a glare from his leader. “You look pissed. What the hell happened this time?”

“Change of plans,” Chan says as he picks up his knife and mask from the floor. “You guys go on ahead without me.”

“What?” Jisung scoffed. “You can’t just do that at the last minute. Look, we’ve been planning this shit for years, you can’t just back down ‘cause you can’t control your dick. The police are already on their way, and—!” Chan throws his knife, missing Han by a hair as it pierces through the portrait behind him. Han felt his breathing stop for a quick second.

“You had your fair share of fucking with your slut, so pipe down.”

Jisung glowered, hand tightening around the handle of his gun. “Don’t fucking call her that.” He says, but he knew better than to get into an argument with his boss.

“I’ll meet you guys tomorrow.” Chan slips his mask back on.

“I’m gonna go claim back what’s mine.”

a.n: ruh roh, alpha wolf chan is mad cs he didnt get to orgasm😕😕

and yall i get it, you want more skz ghostface content, im getting there okay😭

also pls lmk if you want me to make anime fics too, all ive been posting about are skz dhisbsje i can write genshin too. P.s all ghostface aus r connected, hyunjin is next methinks

[hotnbloodied]

Yan!Loser X Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

TW: kidnapping, drugging, non-con kissing and touching, stalking, mentions of axe body spray.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

Pt. 2

It was around lunch time and you were on your way to your university’s canteen. You normally had lunch a little later to avoid the crowds but today you couldn’t hold your hunger in at all and you needed to get something to eat. In doing so the canteen was packed and by the time you had gotten some food all the tables seemed full. You scanned around for a little bit before noticing a small table that only had one person sitting at it. A guy with a small frame and black baggy clothes with messy unkempt hair. Without thinking too much about it you walked over. “Hey sorry to bother, would you mind if I could just sit here and eat?” You asked.

He looked like he jolted a little and looked at you like he'd seen a ghost. “Y-yeah…” Not much of a response, but that didn’t stop you from going ahead and sitting down to start devouring your food. After you were finally satiated you looked over cause you felt like someone was watching you and needless to say, his eyes were glued on you.

“Uh, do I have something on my face?” You asked him. His face whipped away. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” You laughed and told him it wasn’t a big deal. “What’s your name anyway? I’m (y/n), majoring in (major).” He raised his head to look at you again. “I’m Lester, I’m a biology major…” “That’s awesome!” You look at the time. “I should probably head out, my next class starts soon. See you around though!” Little did you know that your small act of kindness would come back to haunt you.

A couple of weeks pass and you seem to be seeing Lester more and more around campus. (Totally not because he’s trying to learn your schedule at all.) You don’t pay too much mind to it though considering a new friend is always nice. (As if he’d allow you to just be friends with him.) The two of you exchanged social messaging information which turned into an easy way for Lester to keep tabs on you. (You really should be careful about how you share your information.) You didn’t notice the increase of interaction from Lester, you were too sleep deprived and worried about school to notice which he’s grateful for since it’ll make it easier to make plans. Lester was a patient man, he knows how to make a pay off extra sweet.

You learn a bit more about Lester, even though he has a messy appearance he actually is a relatively neat person. He seemed to shower regularly and his clothes weren’t being reworn, but he only chooses to use axe body spray at his age for some reason. He doesn’t seem to have many friends cause, shocker, he’s an extreme introvert; Which makes you pity him which he fully knows and uses to play into to get your trust. With that trust he invites you over to his house, apparently his parents are in the science field as well and as long as Lester keeps his grades up they’d let him do whatever. The two of you would hang out and study at his place.

Six months had passed in a blink of an eye and the two of you were watching a movie together, it wasn’t that late but you felt extremely sleepy for some reason. The two of you just ate dinner that Lester cooked. “Hm? What’s wrong (y/n)? Are you tired?” “Haha, yeah I don’t know why. Maybe I was more tuckered out with finals than I thought.” “Why don’t you stay over? You’re more than welcome to spend the night.” You didn’t reply to Lester, it was because the sleeping pills he slipped into your drink worked like wonders and you were out like a light. Lester slowly dragged your body to his room and laid you on his bed. Chains were ready for you as he securely bound you to them. He loomed over your sleeping body in his bed, he couldn’t keep the excitement in his pants at bay. He took advantage of your lips and dry humped your leg, imagining what it would be like to finally be able to become one with you. Oh if only you knew how love sickness ran in his family. How that’s how his mom ensnared his dad and how having his ground and alibi covered was a learned family skill. No one will find you and you two will live happily together, forever. <3

Pt. 2

Lester <3

[alwaysonthemend]

Author's Note: I got one request for Jake saying I love you for the first time and another one just asking for some Jake fluff in general. Figured I could easily make these into one fic. No smut (shocker I know) but figured it's okay since my next fic is FILTHY. I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2763

Warnings: Literally none. Jake is a sweetheart. There is some awful flirting though. (I'm a classics major I only know how to flirt with history nerds)

Song to Listen to While Reading:

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“Hey, Jake?” You call out, grabbing your keys from their hook on the wall as you slip your shoes on. 

“Yeah?” Jake’s face peaks out from around the corner to look at you, chestnut locks falling in messy waves on either side of his face.

“Since you’re so insistent on following me around today,” you say with a smile, turning to grab your purse from the kitchen table, “would you be so kind as to come with me on an errand?” 

“Sure!” He nods enthusiastically, stepping fully into the room with a wide smile on his face. “I love car rides.” 

You just shake your head fondly at him as he practically skips across the kitchen to follow you out the door.

Jake had arrived at your door earlier this morning, a coffee cup in hand and a glimmer in his eye as he’d announced his plan to spend the day with you. 

“Well, I don’t really have anything fun planned to do today…” You’d hedged, trying to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the knowledge that he wanted to spend time with you. 

“So?” He had shoved past you and walked into your house as if it were his own place and plopped himself down on your sofa. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. We can just have a chill day.” 

He’d kept true to his word, content to just spend time in your presence as you went about your boring Saturday. He’d gone with you to walk your dog and then had sat next to you as you folded laundry – all the while insisting that he didn’t mind what you two were doing so long as he was with you. It had all felt so domestic and you’re pretty sure that you had been blushing non-stop since he stepped through the door. But, you try to remind yourself that this is what best friends do. They hang out with each other. They do laundry together. They dance in the kitchen while they cook lunch. All totally normal best friend things to do. 

You keep reminding yourself that as Jake climbs into the passenger seat next to you and immediately hooks his phone up to the AUX because he knows you won’t ever tell him no. The afternoon light is spilling through the windows and painting his face in a warm glow and making his chocolate eyes reflect back a honeyed brown as he turns his head to look at you. 

“Where are we going?” 

The sound of Chris Stapleton wafts its way through your car’s speakers as you pull out of your driveway.

“I want to go buy some flowers. There’s a new shop down the road and I wanted to go check it out.”

He nods once, shuffling a little in his seat and as your eyes track the movement, you realize suddenly that he hasn’t buckled himself in. 

“Jacob Thomas, fasten your seat belt right now.” You scold, turning your eyes back to the road. 

“Ugh. Sorry, mom.” He grumbles but relents. “Why is my best friend so mean to me?” He elements, sarcasm evident in his tone.

The corners of your lips turn upwards despite yourself. 

“Don’t make me turn this car around.” 

He smiles – the one that makes his eyes crinkle around the edges and you tighten your grip on the steering wheel. Just friends, you remind yourself. 

“Whatever.” He says finally, fiddling a little bit with his white bracelet that’s definitely seen better days, and you don’t hesitate to tell him so. 

“It’s got character.” He tells you, fondly running his fingers over the knotted rope. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You look both ways before turning into the parking lot of the shop – Oak St Garden Shoppe painted lovingly on the side of the little building. You park the car and unfasten your seatbelt. 

Jake only shrugs before unbuckling and stepping out of the car. You do the same and he catches your eye over the roof of the car.  

“Who are you getting flowers for, anyways?” 

“Myself. The kitchen needs some brightening up.” 

Jake follows you dutifully as you walk into the shop. He walks close enough that your shoulders brush and you can’t help the warmth that spreads through you at the feeling. As you both walk up to the front, your eye is captured by some potted sunflowers lining the walls of the patio. 

“Do you remember how we met?” Jake asks you, his mind clearly going where yours had at the sight of the flowers. 

“'Course I do.”

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“Y/n, baby?” You hear your mother’s voice call from downstairs, causing you to look up from your sketchbook in slight annoyance at being interrupted.  

“Yeah?” You call back, allowing your annoyance to bleed into your tone.

“Can you come down here please!” 

You huff a breath, closing your sketchbook and making your way downstairs as slowly as possible – just to spite her a little bit for bothering you. 

“What?” You snap, rounding the corner into the kitchen with heavy footfalls, only to stop dead in your tracks to see a woman you’ve never seen before sitting at your kitchen table. Her eyes, and the eyes of the two young boys who stand next to her, cut quickly to you. Your cheeks redden slightly. 

“Um. Hi.” You say, wringing your hands together a little. 

“These are our new neighbors.” Your mother says, coming up behind you and resting her hand on your shoulder. “I wanted you to come say hi.”

“Oh. Hi.” You give them a little wave, unsure of what else to do. 

“Hello.” The woman says, her kind eyes regarding you as she speaks, “I’m Karen. And these are my boys Josh and Jake.” She turns to look at them, nudging each of them subtly to speak. 

“Hi.”

“Hello.” 

They both speak at the same time and your eyes widen as you really look at them for the first time. They look exactly alike. Like, completely alike. 

Karen laughs lightly as she takes in your shocked expression as she rises from her seat at the table. 

“They're twins if you couldn’t tell.” 

Your mom laughs behind you and squeezes your shoulder lightly before stepping away. 

“Josh and Jake will be in the same grade as you once school starts.” Your mom says, walking over to the stove to stir whatever it is that she’s cooking. “It’ll be nice to know some people going in. Making friends in middle school can be a little scary sometimes.” 

“Oh cool.” You don’t really know what else to say to them, and Josh and Jake (you’re still not sure which is which) both look to be in the same boat. 

“Well,” Karen says, brushing her palms across her skirt as she looks down at her sons. “I suppose we should get going now. Your dad will be coming home soon. Jake?”

One of the boys – the one on the left, looks up at her. 

“Want to give Y/n here her gift?” 

Jake nods, stepping towards you tentatively and you realize now that he’s been holding something behind his back. He brings his arm forward and you see that he’s holding a single sunflower in his hand. He holds it out to you, eyes trained on the floor. 

“Th-thank you.” You tell him, taking the flower from his grasp. 

“You’re welcome.” He says, a tiny grin peeking out through his shyness.

You watched the three of them go before looking down at the flower in your hand. 

You had kept it for a very long time. 

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“You’re lucky.” Jake says, brushing past you to go look at some ferns hanging on some hooks on the awning. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Imagine if me and Josh hadn’t agreed to be friends with you. Middle school would’ve sucked for you.” 

“Oh, really?” You ask him, placing your hands on your hips. “The way I remember it, I was the one who decided to become friends with you two.”

“Mmm. Sure.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I could have made plenty of other friends if it weren’t for you two ruining all my cool points.” You tell him, though you both know that you’re not serious. The three of you had been inseparable – completely content with only each other. You hadn’t needed (or wanted) anyone else.

Jake tosses his head back and laughs loudly, his eyes closing against the afternoon sun. Your heart feels like it might explode. 

“Pretty sure it was just Josh ruining all your street cred.” 

“And how do you figure that?”

He shrugs.

“He was a weird kid.” 

“And you were emo. Your point?” 

Jake turns to you, a hand placed dramatically over his heart as he drops his mouth open in mock offense. 

“And what’s wrong with being emo?” 

“Your music taste, for one.” You tell him, leading him away from the ferns to go look at some of the bouquets that line the opposite wall. 

“You wound me.” He says, giving you an over-the-top pout.

“And your hair.” 

“It was glorious. And hot.” He says with a cocky grin. “All the chicks loved it.” 

“Uh huh.” you giggle at him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him over to come stand next to you again. 

“Which one?” You ask him, gesturing towards the overwhelming amount of bouquets. 

Jake crouches down, the tip of his pointer finger coming to rest on his chin as he looks at the flowers and you take the opportunity to look at him instead. His hair is messy – like he’s been running his fingers through it incessantly (which you know he probably has, despite how many times you tell him to leave it alone). He’s wearing a pair of old jeans and a distressed old band tee and he’s got a bandana twisted up and tied around his neck along with a few necklaces. The afternoon sun once again bathes him in warmth – making his brown hair reflect almost auburn beneath its rays. He looks so… soft as he crouches there. The way he’s actually thinking about which one to pick (when most guys wouldn’t even care) makes your heart flutter and butterflies to once again take up residence in your tummy. You long to reach out and feel his soft hair or his warm skin beneath your fingertips. Your chest aches as you stand there watching him, feeling as though this moment is the first one where you’ve known true happiness – just basking in his presence and feeling lucky that even after his band has found success, he still is content to come and spend his day with you. You wish that this moment could last forever. You want to bottle up his warmth and sweetness and keep it in your pocket for rainy days when he’s gone. 

…All of which you remind yourself is totally normal to want around your best friend. 

“This one.” He finally says, snapping you from your thoughts as he stands back up. 

You cast your eyes downwards to look at the one he’s pointing at and your breath catches in your throat. It really is a beautiful bouquet. It’s mostly greenery – with white petunias, tulips, and daisies throughout. But at the very center are three sunflowers – their yellow petals contrasting beautifully with the green and white. 

“It’s perfect.” 

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Jake had insisted on paying and there’d been nothing you could do to change his mind – he’d claimed that it was a thank you for spending the day with him. Clearly, he didn’t realize just how much you wanted to be in his presence. 

“This really is a beautiful bouquet.” You tell him as you place the flowers into a vase of water on your kitchen counter. 

“What can I say? I’ve got a great eye.” He grins at you. 

You glance back downwards and your eyes widen as you see a bumble bee crawling pitifully across one of the sunflowers. 

“Oh no!” You cry, looking around frantically for something that might help the little thing. 

“What?” Jake asks, straightening up from where he’d been leaning against the counter. “What’s wrong?” 

“There’s a bumble bee in the flowers and he doesn’t look good.” You tell him, running to your fridge to grab a bottle of water. 

Jake visibly relaxes. 

“Oh. God.” He breathes out, leaning back against the counter again. “I thought something was really wrong.” 

“Something is really wrong, Jake.” Your voice trembles a little as you unscrew the top from the water bottle and carefully pour a little water into it. 

Jake, sensing your distress, strides over the flowers and looks at you a little guiltily. 

“You’re right. Sorry.” He says, looking down at the poor bee. “What can I do?”

You walk carefully over to him with the cap of water. 

“Can you pick him up and put him in the cap? He’s probably dehydrated."

Jake looks at you wide eyed.

“Won’t it sting?” 

“It’s a carpenter bee, so probably not.” You tell him, concern still painting your features. Jake looks unconvinced so you sigh and hold the cap out for him to take. “Fine. Switch with me.” 

Jake cups his palm around the cap and watches as you carefully lift the bee from the bouquet and place him on the rim of the cap. With no small amount of skill, the two of you manage to deposit the cap back into your palm without disturbing the bee as it drinks. Almost immediately, its little wings begin to perk up a bit and you smile widely down at it. 

“Thank god. It’s precious.” 

“Yeah.” Jake says quietly. “It is.”

You look up at him with a proud smile and you find him already looking at you fondly. 

“You are not keeping it, though.” He scolds, pointing his finger at you.

“Ugh. I know. Here.” You nod your head towards the double glass doors that lead to your backyard . “Will you open that for me?” 

Jake nods and unlocks it before opening it fully and holding it there so you can lift your palm up. The bee takes its cue and buzzes away, disappearing into the sky as you stand there watching it go. 

“God I love you.” 

Jake’s voice startles you and you turn your eyes away from where the bee had disappeared to look at him. He’s got a strange look on his face – one that you haven’t really seen before. His brown eyes regard you nervously, as if he's surprised himself by speaking.

“I love you too, Jake. You’re my best friend.” You tell him with a smile, patting his chest once before turning around to walk back inside to place the cap of water back on the counter.  

Jake follows, allowing the back door to close loudly behind him. 

“No, no. I mean… I’m in love with you, Y/n.” 

“What?” You don’t mean to say the word so loudly and you can physically see Jake recoil as if he’s been struck. You’re stuck there for a moment, frozen in place as you both stare at each other. 

Jake’s face falls and he drops his head, taking your silence as a rejection. It’s anything but that. You can hardly believe it. Years. You've spent years pining after him and wishing that he felt the same. And suddenly you realize that maybe he's been doing the exact same thing.

“I’m sorry. I-” 

You silence him by crossing the kitchen quickly and practically tackling him into a hug before pressing your lips to his. His eyes widen in shock before they flutter closed and a soft exhale escapes him. It's everything you've ever dreamed it would be.

As you pull away, you’re met with a wide-eyed Jake with a pretty blush spreading across his face. 

“I’m in love with you too, silly.” 

A smile spreads across his face, making his eyes glitter in a way that makes your knees weak. 

“Really?” 

“Really.” You tell him, lacing your fingers with his. “Just didn’t think you felt the same.”

“Neither did I.” 

Jake looks away suddenly, casting his gaze back towards the glass doors where the sunset is on full display. A tiny little laugh falls from between his plump lips. 

“What?” 

“Oh, nothing.” He says, turning back to look at you. “I’ve just always dreamed of kissing you in front of a sunset.”

“Oh.” You can feel the heat spreading across your face. “Maybe um. Maybe you should do it again. Just to make sure you remember the feeling.” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget.” He admits, before pressing his lips to yours once again.

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[hey-i-am-trying]

The discourse around bi women taking their cishet boyfriends to pride parade is lame and dumb for a lot reasons, but I think I need to talk about one I don't see many people talking about.

Bi women like many other queer people are targets of descrimination, like many other queer people, bi women might have been disowned and abandoned by family and friends.

Like many other queer people, bi women might have a small circle of friends or maybe not have friends at all. Like many other queer people, bi women might see in their partners their only family and a place of safety and comfortable.

And sometimes, hear me out, this partners are cishet men, I know a shocker.

And like many queer people in pride parades, bi women might want to bring their family with them.

Now, tell me, why I don't see none of you complain about gay people bringing their cishet dads, brothers, sons and friends to pride parades? Because you all know that is normal and reasonable to bring people that care about you in a event that is supposed to celebrate queer people like yourself and our history? Because you all understand that pride is also a political event and going to pride parades as an ally is about showing support to all queer people and it is a totally normal thing to do, as long you are normal about it?

Every year I expect better. And every year I am disappointed. This community knows better than anybody else what is like to have your partner be excluded and feel like you need to "leave them home" just to be welcome in a space. But you all really comfortable when doing that with bi people and their non-queer partners.

[additiva]

sending this in a second ask as it's kinda heavier then the first question. from a writer's perspective, how did you decide to include sexual assault in the fic? mostly i'm wondering if something similar has already happened in irl f1 (even setting aside c. horner, older men abusing young athletes is not new of course), and if this is the case, will it be revealed it's a wider problem in the fic-universe or just affecting ferrari drivers specifically?

(hope this is okay to ask, you don't have to answer if you don't want to ofc)

I've answered this great ask via message a while ago, and chatted about it with @innanzituttoticalmi, but I'm posting it here in case anyone else is wondering. This is an edit of the response I sent months ago, before the fic was finished which is why it's partly describing what will be.

That is going to be part of it. The Horner thing will come into it. Max is considering this a problem with Ferrari, and he's being naive, because it's a wider problem, at the very least involving Horner and Red Bull. Charles IS aware of that, and it was a formative experience for him, and it's part of the reason he doesn't expect things to go well for him if people find out.

In terms of how I decided to include it, for me it was the natural consequence of Charles' position and his personality.

The central idea of the fic is actually his unhealthy devotion to Ferrari (shocker) and how he's willing to do anything (both to his detriment and often to the detriment of others (e.g. Carlos), in pursuit of his goal).

Obviously it's Lestappen, but Max is actually this sort of comparison, in someone who had as much talent, but also had all of the other things Charles didn't have, and so was shielded from those realities, and has to realise that talent isn't enough, and that some people NEED to be likeable to succeed. He's someone who's also relentlessly pursued this same goal as Charles, but has totally different boundaries around it.

So yeah, in my initial thinking around the fic, it wasn't really my goal to write about this theme, but for me it was a very natural consequence of Charles' situation. He's made himself so desirable (in non-sexual ways primarily, but he's obviously also very pretty), for the sake of his career, and as you said, there are people with power and money, who will always seek to use it over those who need it. And F1 (and sport generally, and the world) does have an issue with abuses of power.

And Charles is so determined, that he would accept that risk and keep going.

It's an interesting theme to me, because as is sort of lightly explored in the fic, Seb and Max consider sexual assault a fundamentally unacceptable risk to take, whereas Charles sees it as: I already accepted years ago that I'll risk my life to do this. Of course I'll risk sexual assault if I have to. It's not that he considers it generally acceptable (as evidenced by his response to Ollie's potential involvement), but for himself personally, as much as it does negatively affect him, it's not worse than the risk of death which he's already accepted in a very conscious way (thanks to Jules and Antoine Hubert).

Obviously it's different, in that some risk of physical harm is intrinsic and necessary to the sport, and the risk of assault isnt. But Charles considers the risk of exposure greater than the risk of harm from managing it how he has been. And he believes he'd be able to deal with the harm if it did happen.

Max sort of considers this willingness to put up with harrassment to be evidence of some brokenness and self-disregard on Charles' part, but that's not exactly true. Charles puts up with it only because he sees exposure as a big threat to his ultimate goal of winning the championship. To him, it's a necessary sacrifice, not something he just thinks is fine.

It's also a vicious cycle for him in terms of: "I've given everything for this" -> "I can't give up now, I'll just give a little more and take a little more risk" -> "I've already been through so much for this, if I stop, itll all have been for nothing" -> "I'll just keep going. I can't stop until I achieve my goal". When you've already put so much into something, it's often easier to just keep going a little further, than to give up on the goal.

There's actually a parallel alternate version of this fic which exists only in my head, which is so much darker, and they're both basically irredeemable people except that eventually they love each other very much. And in that version Charles prostituted himself (was coerced into it, then decided that if it was going to happen he was going to get everything out of it that he could), to get through his junior career. Which is essentially what Seb was afraid of happening after the first time Charles was assaulted. And actually it's critical that Seb was there the first time, and he did help. Because that first time, Charles would've "let" it happen (excuse the phrasing). He wasn't expecting it; he wasn't at all mentally prepared in the way he is years later. He had a freeze response, and wouldn't have been able to get away. So actually, Seb did save him, and Seb's extortion also protected him financially from being pressured into things later.

In this fic, it's limited. It's not going to be this very widespread thing that everyone has had. Charles is going to be sort of the canary in the coalmine, but obviously there's the implication that others are at risk, with Ollie. Worth noting that Charles is the first young driver Ferrari has had in many years, and the academy drivers don't usually have much involvement with the team or sponsors, except for Charles who was very deliberately involving himself regularly with them, to build a path into the team.

But yes it will be a plot point that it's NOT just a Ferrari issue; that it's an issue of abuse of power within the sport more widely (@Horner). And that people (Max included 👀) have turned a blind eye to those abuses previously, when it suited them to do so, which ended up contributing to Charles' situation.

(I'm not aware of any other specific situations in F1 irl though).

Also SORRY I still haven't answered your other ask, I've never gotten around to thinking about it at enough length to provide a proper response, but I will at some stage!

[variousqueerthings]

WATCHING THE MESSENGER: THE STORY OF JOAN OF ARC (what a mouthful) FINAL THOUGHTS (sort of, I'm never done with Jeanne D'arc):

so the thing that's interesting about this one is that in writing her young and inexperienced which she was and also wrapped into this movie's depiction of womanhood and in the way it writes mental health is that she's got this sort of "idek what i'm doing or what the consequences are" vibe to her a lot of the time, especially after the first big battle and she sees all the corpses around her and has a meltdown followed by what seems to be dissociation for pretty much the whole rest of the film until her death

and the other thing is the things it chooses to play very straight and the things it does very differently -- so the killing of her sister in the beginning, which gives an early trauma to hearken back to and an added "impetus" for her to go to war, and which never happened vs the very specific sources it chose to deal with for her relationship to gender presentation (shocker i'm going into that), opting to nearly totally brush past it until the scene where she's "forced" to wear men's clothing again and gets burned for it -- which there is, to be clear, textual evidence that she wasn't given other clothes while incarcerated and did get judged for that, but also noticeably didn't include any of the other writing related to her visions telling her to wear men's clothing and this movie heavily mixing joan's visions with her as someone who's got a mental health issue of some kind, it's interesting that this snag of the clothing was mainly done away with, because it's a film that doesn't totally engage with her as someone with agency. she's mad, you see. that is the focal point. and what does "wearing men's clothings because the visions told me to" have to do with this madness? nothing, in fact it's kind of... not-very-mad-seeming

which is interesting as a counterpoint to a version i saw in the globe, which kind of went "an interpretation of joan as ye olde non-binary and also a lesbian" (this is flippantly written for brevity's sake, it was doing more than that, but that is the gist) which i did enjoy for the way it brought together a massive community of trans and nb theatre-goers within the globe and really felt like it was more for us than for joan, which i had struggles with because it went so far into the other direction of making everything a bit too modern for me. a bit too "joan's doing these choices with the idea that one day men's clothing will become allowed and joan has an internal sense of gender that coheres with modern sensibilities," and being a little timid around the religious and vision-y side of things

which is the crux of joan. you probably won't get a version that you're totally satisfied with, because joan As Figure encapsulates so many seeming paradoxes that we project ourselves onto. there's a distinct messiness to her that is very human in a way you don't always feel to quite this extent with mythos -- probably because of those court records and the subsequent early writings and the fact that she was nineteen years old when she was killed and it wasn't really that long ago comparatively

I think this movie struggled under the weight of that humanity, not for lack of trying to show it, but a. because of whatever personal bias besson went in with (which included basically stealing the project from kathryn bigelow and casting his then-wife mila jovovich, so youknow. there's some Vibes inherent in that already, and i do think bigelow could have done much more with both the feminism and the action, both of which were very uneven in this version imo) b. because of whatever other weird choices were made (i still think it was incredibly ugly-looking and many of the actors were flat -- not you, vincent cassel you were great) and c. because a movie possibly can't do it justice in the first place idk. we'll keep searching

obvs the passion of joan of arc is a masterclass. but it manages to get around a lot of these issues by essentially being all about the trial and a study of one of the most evocative faces ever put to silent film -- now that's giving "because the visions told me to"!

[tobyfoxfacts]

SHOULD TOBY FOX BE PRESIDENT??

Heres the pros and cons

Pros

1. He made a game all about befriending your enemies.

He's a natural at building bridges so he may be able to repair any hard feelings between countries that the US cut off in the past.

2. He's a business man

Toby is self employed and has people who works under him. He started from the bottom. He worked on his first game in someone's basement. He earned his success.

3. He's great at money management and project planning

He made undertale pretty much on his own and organized any assistance he needed. He's great working on teams and had done many collaborations.

4. He likes the girls and the gays!!

Toby would let us all be trans and queer. He has 2 lesbian couples in his games, a non binary main protagonist, and is a total mommas boy. He wouldn't wanna take away her rights.

5. He doesn't hate drag queens

Toby has been seen wearing skirts and dresses as costumes or cosplays. He's worn makeup and dresses for costumes.... so he wouldn't hate someone for doing the same.

6. He supports the environment

Toby has a degree in environmental science. Why would he get a degree in that if he didn't believe in global warming? He would help repair the environment and make our country more echo friendly. As a science major he knows vaccines aren't fake and would be a great role model.

7. He slips under the discrimination radar

This is cynical, but based on Toby's appearance, he has advantages in the political world. "Straight looking," pale skinned, rich, Christian, cisgender man who went to a prestigious college. So, heck... he'd get a chance even if he genuinely sucked because politics are rigged. Even if he thought Hulu was part of Hawaii and they made a streaming service... he would still make it to the finals.

Don't let anyone find out he's a dress wearing autistic furry that makes songs about mpreg.

8. He has a great education

Toby went to a college that focuses on law and business. There's a chance that he took some classes on the side about those subjects.

9. He's a level headed guy and stays out of drama

Toby's never gotten caught up in drama and he's not a trouble starter. He'd never initiate a war.

10. G-n outlaws

We already know that Toby isn't enthusiastic about violence and believes in thinking before hurting. He would totally make more anti g-n proposals

11. He loves animals

He'd totally help prevent animal cruelty and k1ll shelters. Toby literally thinks he's a dog...

12. He hates taxes

He grew up in New Hampshire so moving to Boston must have been a shocker. He might be able to make taxes more reasonable, or do something useful with the money.

13. Japan loves him

His buddies in Japan (zun, sakurai, etc) have said Toby blends right in with the people in Japan. He's very polite. SUPER important.

14. He's young

He's level headed and isn't fucked on dementia medication while making life altering decisions for the next generation. He's involved and up to date with modern culture, and knows what people want.

15. He's a cutie

Must I say more?

16. He's a cultural icon

Gen z would vote for him cause they already know Toby's great. Plus everyone who doesn't care about politics would find it hilarious to see toby in the white house.

Why toby shouldn't be president

1. He's too short to see over the podium

2. He's stage fright

3. He'd eat the declaration of independence

4. He doesn't want to be

5. No more delrarune :(

[sigilmint]

Okay, character ask time: I wanna hear your thoughts on Julianna (big shocker, I know)

Juli-an-na!!

How I feel about this character

I LOVE HER!! I love how complicated she is. She's the final mystery! She's changed so much as a person she's forgotten who she was! She's having a GREAT time! She's so full of spunk and personality, you can hear when she's rolling her eyes at Colt, when she's smirking, when she's guarded, when she's full of righteous fury. Incredibly well voice acted, beautifully designed, I'm always honored to have her as an adversary~

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I don't actually have an active Julianna ship! I think there's a lot of potential between her and a few others, but with how fully she's embraced her situation, I very much get a "that ship's sailed" vibe for her wrt romance.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Colt! It's them to the end of time, for better or for worse lol.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I think that she and Aleksis were unlikely besties before the Loop. He's such an obvious fan of her when you interact with him as an invading Julianna, which is so striking when he makes no efforts to be welcoming to anyone else, at least not without being gross about it. His recorded interview where he interrupts himself just to express that he's sad she isn't there with him in person while he records his answers... there's something sweet there, and I really really love the idea of them maybe being the two youngest Visionaries, from such different walks of life, but totally having clicked, once.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I was just talking about this yesterday but I think that if you choose to preserve the Loop, you should unlock a co-op party mode, where you and a Julianna can play through levels not in a Kill-Colt-on-sight world state! Imagine ✨✨

[cryptographs-and-casinos]

Embrace today as if your town is going to be hit by a tornado in exactly three and a half years!

"Tatum Lovecraft, totally average employee at many casinos and clubs. Out of boredom and a lack of pay, I made this little baby of mine! Hope we can have a great time, darlings."

indie, semi-selective, iconless

(Tatum is an original character created by @simping-on-the-daily, your mod here, as a cringefail gambling Ciphertologist. Nobody stopped me, so I did it. Regret is dead and I am immortal.)

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Blog contains mentions of violence and gore, though I refuse to give deep descriptions. If stuff ever needs to need tw'ed, just ask me and I'll follow through.

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Tatum is a liar and a gadfly. They cannot be trusted to be reliable or honest.

While not aroace, Tatum is against romance, and so, they won't be romantically shipped with other blogs.

Uses she/they, though insists that gender is dead and one of the most meaningless things in a life full of little meaning.

Is currently researching the events of Orchard Lake, Kansas in their spare time.

Tatum can play the saxophone and trumpet, and is currently learning the piano to assist in more musical endeavours at the club.

It's unclear as to how Tatum knows what she does. The leading thought are their Ciphertology connections, research onto people's character or divine assistance, but none of these have been proven 100%.

Will occasionally refer to Bill as the Lord of Codex.

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

HELLO you promised me Spotify Wrapped answers 1-26.

Break out that Read More let's go let's go let's goooooooo

🎵🥳🤘🤘

related to this

(also, important content to my non-existing sanity)

I did, I did! And this is actually fucking me right about now except even more pleased and really gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

So, let's fucking go:

1. Catchiest song

Okay, categorically, it has to fucking be, "Y'All Want a Single" by Korn because literally the fucking reason that song was written was because the lable wanted a popular/hit song--a single, duh--but it stuck around because when it was released everyone fucking loved it. As they fucking should. So. Catchiest.

Also, try listening to that song without singing along. It's impossible. Even the music video version where its "suck that" instead of "fuck that" lmao. It, just, gets me.

2. A song you didn't expect to see in your top 10

"Kool-Aid" by Bring Me The Horizon I didn't expect to see, nor did I expect Being Me to be one of my top artists this year. I didn't realize I had them on so much! Though, "Post Human: Nex Gen" fucks so... I guess that tracks. Of all the songs off the album, though, "Kool-Aid" I wouldn't even say was my favorite! "Top 10 Statues That Cried Blood" has been stuck in my head forever. I know that it's laughably emo, but the opening, "I guess that some of us / Are just born with tragedy in our blood" opens my fucking chest like my ribs have been cracked. Now, don't even get me started on "sTraNgeRs," I weep.

3. Sexiest song

Jesus Christ. This one is impossibly hard (ha). You don't understand. So fucking many of the songs in my top 100 are songs about sex, or, y'know, songs that aren't really about sex explicitly but are about sex to me--a nasty dirty pervert, lmao.

I mean, "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails was my second most played song this year ����💀 but... also, all on my list are: "EAT SPIT" by Slush Puppy and Royal & The Serpent, "Church" by Fall Out Boy, "THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND" by Bad Omens, "Bitches Brew" by Crosses, "Strap On" by Mood Killer and Pussy Riot, "Freak On A Leash" by Korn, "Wasp" by Motionless In White, "Seduce & Destroy" by Otep, "e-girl" by WASTEDJU, etc., etc., etc.

Literally, I can not express accurately how many of my top songs are about sex. It's kind of embarrassing (but also, not really, what did we expect from me, a whore?)

4. Artist/band you didn't think would be in your top artists (if any)

I said it earlier, but I didn't expect Bring Me The Horizon to be in my top artists. The rest, fuck yeah, Fall Out Boy is literally ALWAYS my top artist, every single year since I joined the platform, so that was no shocker. Sleep Token, yeah, expected, same with Bad Omens, and even Korn. I wouldn't've picked Korn out in the top 5, but at least the top 10. I would've put Nine Inch Nails above Korn, probably, but I wasn't surprised, overall, to see Korn up there.

5. Oldest song (by release date)

Uhhh... probably "Head Like A Hole" by Nine Inch Nails? It's from 1989, I might be missing depending on a different NIN song, but I'm pretty sure that's it. I would've expected earlier, just thinking to myself, but 🤷🏻‍♂️

6. Newest song (by release date)

"Kool-Aid" by Bring Me The Horizon from May 2024... which is kind of cheating because that's the album release date, but I know the single came out earlier, lol. Also, if that doesn't count, then "Finger" by Scene Queen from March 2024.

7. Most streamed month of your top artist (explain if you think/know why)

Spotify didn't actually tell me what month I streamed Fall Out Boy the most. But! They did fucking call me an overachiever for listening to them for a 14 day streak and 23,161 minutes total, meaning I'm in the 0.005% of top listeners. Lmao. Love that. Every month must've been the most 💀💀

Thanks for the call out, lol. I love it.

(I think this is the main time I talked about my massive, big, embarrassing love for Fall Out Boy, so that's relevant. Also, you'll be happy to know I've now seen them live and it was the most fucking surreal experience and I blew my mind)

8. Longest song

I think it has to be "Staria I: Amadeus Rise!" By Set To Sun which is 8:33. Then, probably, "The Summoning" by Sleep Token, which is 6:36, followed by "(De)scendance" by Bound In Fear ft. Jamie Graham at 5:50.

I think a lot more of my songs are longer songs than shorter songs because, listen, I just like long, drawn out, teasing songs 😏

9. Favourite lyrics of your #1 song

My top streamed song was "Pavlove - Demo" by Fall Out Boy and my favorite part of it has to be, "I'm the invisible man who can't stop staring / At the mirror, at the mirror want to make you as lonely as me, so you can get / Get addicted to this, you can get, get addicted to this, now" hits me right in the gut, that one. When Pavlove was officially released I literally fucking YELLED, "SHE'S BACK!" Lmao

I am normal.

10. A song that was also in last year's wrapped

A lot of them, a shit ton of Fall Out Boy songs were repeats, or, generally, just more Fall Out Boy, my favorites fluctuate year to year. Further, unsurprisingly, a lot of Bad Omens, Sleep Token, Nine Inch Nails, SlipKnot, Korn, etc.

Specific songs, "EAT SPIT" by Slush Puppy and Royal & The Serpent, "EVERGREEN" by Arankai, and "Staria I: Amadeus Rise!" By Set To Sun were repeats, though.

11. Most famous/popular song (in your opinion)

Oh, fuck! I have no fucking clue. I don't pay much attention to charts or anything and a lot of the artists I follow closely are the type with more underground/cult classic vibes so... maybe a Fall Out Boy song for legacy sake? I have "Dance, Dance" up there, so I could see that.

Or, wait, actually, it's gotta be "The Summoning" by Sleep Token or "THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND" by Bad Omens because TikTok metal/baddiecore thirst traps blew 👏🏻 those 👏🏻 fucking 👏🏻 songs 👏🏻 up 👏🏻

12. A song you feel should be higher up

Oof, all of them? All of them.

'Cause even with 6 digits of listening time, somehow that's less time than I expect, lmao. Not a song but an artist I'm shocked not to see more of is Scene Queen. She makes the best *chef's kiss* political, feminist, rage music that I love. Also, now that I'm on this train, I'm shocked there isn't any Halsey, too! I was gifted "Badlands" on CD without knowing of her in 2015 and have been following since, especially with "The Great Impersonator" dropping, it's fucking wild they don't have a song on my wrapped!

(Fun side note, I bought myself their new album on vinyl and then I was gifted it on CD so I have both versions and I absolutely listen to both physical versions as well as streaming it, lmao. I keep the CD in my car, the vinyl in my room, and the streaming on my phone or laptop everywhere.)

13. The song with the most peculiar sound (to you)

I am the wrong fucking person to ask about this because, well, I listen to fucking everything. I definitely lean hard to heavier sounds so, my sense of what's a peculiar sound has been shot to shit by that, lmao, because to me there's nothing better than someone screaming, feral, but also, I love pop and I listen to rap and indie and jazz and... yeah.

Having to put my finger on it, maybe, "God Complex" by VIOLENT VIRA? She's got fucking PIPES and by that I mean her screams are like nails on a chalk board in the entire best fucking way possible (similar vibes to the song, "Ptolemaea" by Ethel Cain and "Crash" by DeathbyRomy which aren't on my wrapped but also gives me sudden, guttural scream chills 🥴)

Or, "Strap On" by Mood Killer and Pussy Riot? That's pretty electronic and weird [affectionate]. Oh, "Die Young" by Chappelle Roan, too, lol, when she was in her cursive accent phase that I love. Plus, I can't not mention, "An Act Of The Unspeakable" by Autopsy because it screams "YOU FUCKING WHORE, FUCK YOU" in the middle of the song in a way that comes out of nowhere and makes me laugh every time. It's just unexpected.

14. A song you think is underrated

"an object of desire" by SPIDER, absolutely because I think half the streams on Spotify and views on YouTube are from me and my friends that I've recommended the song to 💀

"It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must be Love" by Fall Out Boy, too!! Can't forget that beauty (or, not on my wrapped but underated bangers is every track on the PAX AM Days EP)

15. Most danceable track

Probably, "Dear Future Self (Hands Up)" by Fall Out Boy and Wyclef Jean because that's literally the only song I could see being played in a club on my wrapped. I'm not sure I could see any of the others being treated the same way 💀💀

16. A song everyone should know

FUCK, everyone needs "synthesizer" by DE'WAYNE because, a) everyone needs a little gender fuckery, power dynamics in their lives, b) I love his entire discography and I wish more people knew it, and c) just TRY not to feel better than you did five minutes ago with that playing in the background.

(Also, if I may, yet again, add more onto this, "Dethrone" by Bad Omens because sometimes you need the release of screaming until your lungs give out (ha) at god himself, okay? It's important.)

17. Saddest song

"Dammit (After Dark)" by Dead On A Sunday, maybe? The classic, "What A Catch, Donnie," too.

I do have a lot of sad songs but also a lot of, like, sad angry songs? Like that point of depression where you're so numb that you loop back to being filled with rage, so I think for straight up, sad and chill, with nothing to distract you from the demotivated cold, probably those two.

I also have "DYWTYLM" by Sleep Token, which, if interpreted as talking to yourself in a mirror is fucking HEART BREAKING.

Angry sad, though, notably, "HOUSE ON SAND" by NOTHING MORE ft. Eric V, "CODE MISTAKE" by CORPSE and Bring Me The Horizon, "The Worst In Me" by Bad Omens , and "MAKE IT HURT" by Sworn In, that's a transformative song because it can be either terribly depressing or about sex so. Y'know. That's cool. Same micro-genre as "Custer" by Slipknot 😘

18. A song that describes your year so far

Maybe not my entire year, but recently, with how rage-filled I've been from the election and how it's consumed my life and my best queer, kinky, diverse friends? "Dethrone" by Bad Omens. I've been doing a lot of screaming along to that song lately.

19. Is the most streamed song by your favourite artist your favourite of them?

Oh lord, I'm gonna use Fall Out Boy as my favorite artist to make this simple because Jesus Christ, I have too many favorite artists. FOB just means the most to me, mind, body, and soul. They've imprinted on me, having been a pillar of support and celebration and everything else in my life for years and years. But, as far as my favorite song from them? I couldn't even fucking tell you. So. Sure. Pavlove is up there but so is every other song from them, lmao. They just mean too much to me to not love it all.

20. Happiest song

Is this maybe the toughest question yet? Yeah. Now, what does that say about me? I'm not sure I wanna know. 💀

Uhhhhh, I guess, "Blessed Be" by Spirit Box, even though that isn't exactly a happy song? "Alone Together" by Fall Out Boy? Maybe, I don't know, 'cause that's not exactly happy either, shit 🤷🏻‍♂️

21. The song you think will be in next years top songs again

Simple, literally, anything Fall Out Boy 💀💀

23. Shortest song

It's probably "Molly" by Mindless Self Indulgence at 1:45, but because I haven't gotten to mention it yet, and I love the song, also "THERAPY!" by Lauren Sanderson, that's 2:25.

24. A song that could be the soundtrack of a movie

Okay, not a movie, but everyone knows "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon ft. BABYMETAL is already an anime opening. Like. Fuck yes. It's clear as day.

25. Favourite lyrics of your #100 song

How about the entire fucking song? "Antimatter" by Silent Planet has too good of lyrics to surrender to just PART of it. The whole fucking thing!

26. Favourite bassline

This is so hard, too! Jesus. I'm learning rapidly that I think the most about the vocals and if they're loud and outrageous or not, lmao. Vocals and drums. Also, I think about Pete Wentz immediately, so Fall Out Boy has an unfair advantage here, lol, and I can't actually answer the question fairly. He's just in my head being a dumb little emo with his bass. Specifically, though, the clip of him lifting his bass up in the "America's Suitehearts" music video is in my head, and that song is in my top 100, so that one.

Thank you for this good goddamn excuse 💀

[officialgleamstar]

in my feelings about monsters and mommies au morgan and how i only ever make her deeply depressed, so heres some (genuinely) cute/fun facts about her rather than the constant angst i give her:

though not a musician herself, she practically grew up at concerts and considers music her main interest

related: her dream job is being the owner of her own record store!

at the start of mnmoms au, she is an overnight stocking manager at a grocery store. however, after the timeline jump to the foster timeline - she has her dream job! shes the main breadwinner of their family with her own record/general music store.

she/they not necessarily in a non-binary way, but not quite a cis way either. she's always had a pretty loose grasp on gender, and after nick comes out as trans, she realizes that she doesn't really care about being seen as strictly a woman. she just also doesn't care enough to think deeper on it LOL

she is the ONLY MOM to know who the omega daddies are at first. this doesn't sound like a fun fact, but it is actually pretty funny for morgan and bill to be pointing at each other like "why are YOU here?!" while the other moms are like "...? morgan who are these strange men who kidnapped our kids?"

since she loves the color blue, nick (and nicholas in the foster timeline!) buys her any blue jewelry and clothing he finds and can afford. because of this, morgan has a generally younger fashion style than the other moms, because she likes wearing the clothes her son buys her/points out to her in stores

as the AU season 1 goes on, morgan loosens up a lot and the other moms learn that she is actually capable of being pretty silly. she likes dancing a lot, she sings off-key to any song that she knows, she's a big fan of stupid puns and disney jokes. shocker shocker, local woman is capable of being a normal human being when given the chance!

her favorite holiday is new years, tied between western new years and chinese new year! she just likes the idea of fresh starts, being with family, and the bright celebrations

she met glenn at a casual music competition held at a local bar, where he won against her boyfriend at the time. when she tells this story, people always ask, "oh, and he impressed you so you broke up with your boyfriend?" and she cheerfully responds with, "no, i tried to break his nose to defend my boyfriend's honor! we ended up dating later on."

she has a weird hate crush on erin o'neil, where she's utterly head-over-heels for her but can only express it by pissing erin off. everyone hates it except for morgan, but after hearing the glenn story, it makes a lot more sense

post-season 1, she gets really into messing with jodie. she finds the way he gets riled up funny and also kind of adorable.

(she's utterly unaware of it, and jodie would never say it, but jodie's original morgan was the same way so he finds it comforting whenever he snaps at her and she just starts laughing at him. he always found it genuinely annoying with his morgan, and it was definitely a splinter in their relationship, but he struggles more with finding offense with it now that she's gone. (whoops sorry i said these weren't gonna be sad))

post-timeline jump, nicholas is the absolute center of morgan's world. he's her favorite person to be around, she will drop everything if he needs her or just wants to hear her voice, and while his high anxiety can set her own anxiety off, she never finds it hard to reassure him. and luckily for morgan, he's a total mama's boy and clings to her just as hard, even if the sudden shift in his mom's personality confuses him

shes pretty close with the other kiddads, especially sparrow and grant since theyre close friends with nicholas post-season 1. shes perpetually confused by why, but the kids all think shes the coolest mom on earth and are very happy to tell her so (its because she's been to jail.)

[darkrpfinders]

Hello there, what a shocker, me again! And by me, I mean Eden. 🪽 18+, nothing younger. I am 19 myself. (not replacing!)

I'm looking to use my newest OC, an angel in a sapphic RP. I'm leaning towards something darker, toxic, obsessive. I do have a vague idea for a plot:

So I was thinking that y/c could be at a party, and gets either roofied or totally blackout drunk or high, depending what you prefer - and since m/c, an angel, guides others to healing and change and safety, they could meet that way with m/c (under a semi-disguise, or even without one, but only visible to them) could help out blah blah and if we go college, they could take the same classes/lectures (this time under the full disguise) and y/c could notice the resemblance or just have a feeling they know eachother, and how they swear theyve seen an actual angel! It could turn into religious psychosis, obsession, and the need to " want " and to " own " this angel as their own, going to extreme lengths!

I recently came up with this idea, and I've been itching to do it. It would include violence, substance/alcohol abuse, blood, and if we decide to go the NSFW route, non-con or dub-con, dependant on how things go. Though, I'd rather not have the entire focus on sexual acts.

Oh, right, before I forget — as I want this to be sapphic, so the pairing would be NBxF or NBxNB, trans also being included in there. My character is genderless, thus NB. Yours can be whatever, as long as they don't identify as male.

Add me on discord " lesbianlobotomist " if interested!! I can't wait to hear from you! Please mention where you're from upon DMing!

lesbianlobotomist

[rjalker]

Anne McCaffrey: *says pretty much anything*

Me:

[ID: A screenshot from the Avengers movie, showing Nick Fury saying, "I recognize that the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.". End ID.]

A non-exhaustive list so far:

Farmers have totally been expending 110% effort to kill grubs that they've never actually seen hurt any plants, for 400+ years, including burning entire productive fields to the ground while people starve to death. Totally. For certain. 100%. This is definitely something people would do.

Dragons don't have memories at all. Because yeah that totally makes sense with everything else she's written. Uh huh. Yeah that sure explains why dragons refuse to use the names of people they don't like, almost like they remember they don't like that person. almost like dragons recall past events all the time. Almost like dragons remember where they've been and what they've done. Almost like they do in fact have memories!!!! Wow!!! Shocker!!!!!!

like. literally pretty much everything she's written so far. all of it.

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Yellowjackets S2 e8

I don't like the emphasis on the word hunt in the Lottie part of the recap.

Teen Lottie is not looking good. Again, I emphasise just how goated Misty is because jezus Shauna did a number on her.

Misty is literally helping Lottie pee blood right now and I want to give Mari credit for helping but also fuck Mari again for being a bratty douche.

Thank god somebody finally called her ass out for being a dick. And the fact that it was Misty is just chef's kiss.

Oh great, she dropped Lottie's bloodpiss everywhere. Mari is a whole pretty little liars character and she would not survive a zombie apocalypse, regardless of the fact that the x-ray keeps implying that she does by crediting her as teen Mari.

Thank god for captions because I thought Akilah said she's gonna have nugget eat her baby nephew without them.

Nugget being dead all along fucked me up.

You mean to tell me Akilah kneeled down between Shauna's legs as she was giving birth, and touched a dead rat before digging around in her guts, and Lottie is the only one pissing blood?

This show keeps getting more and more fucked up

Like that thing was decaying. It was mummified. It was a mummified mouse.

Fuck my life.

I didn't even think about the mouse being dead all along. What a plot twist. Hopefully the last big shocker of the season. Boy they really got us there. Oh boy. What an episode.

Van immediately picked up on Shauna lying, not from Shauna herself lying but from Taissa. I just know it.

See? I knew it! She figured it out! That's my girl! That's my baby!

My baby is so bright. So impulsive and bright. She's so fucking jealous that Jeff knows and she doesn't 🤣 this is the first time I've laughed in a while now, thanks Van.

Van is a little instigator and I love her for it.

So Tai used to see her shadow-self in her reflections as a teen too? That's good to know.

So was Javi the one carving all those sign 94 was it the cabin guy?

Mmm belt soup

They're really losing it. It's the belt soup. Things are continuing to happen. I almost feel sorry for fucking Mari right now.

Almost. It's still Mari.

Kevyn wants to fuck Jeff so bad.

I'm starting to like Callie and Jeff.

They probably should have burned the body.

Kevyn continues to want to fuck Jeff. This is the love story we should have been ficcing all along.

This is the funniest conversation. They really fucking owe Misty their lives. Also Van didn't look shocked at all that Misty had her address so my new headcanon is she straight up just stayed in touch with her. And I have so many thoughts right now but key being Taissa totally just used the political research excuse but really just wanted to check in on Van. Like I'm positive she did not just do all that just to make sure no one would talk. There's no way. Everything she's done so far has been leading up to reuniting with Van so there's no way she just hired a fixer to make sure no one would talk.

They really should build that shrine to Misty btw. She's the real fixer.

Nat gave Javi her socks 🥺 he's basically a pet at this point. He doesn't talk and he's just there as moral support.

Lottie and Misty sleeping in the attic together in a non sexy way... Though if you squint there's some chemistry there. I'm sure there's fics of it out there. Misty dabbing Lotties's swollen eyes, Lottie reaching up and pulling her in for a smooch...

"Shauna was seeing seduced by this adorable grifter" they try so hard at that comphet. Shh, it's okay, we know you love Natalie, Misty.

Van's expressions are everything 🤣

Is Shauna's shit going to come up to the surface now? Misty and Taissa have already outed their own pretty little lies, so it's only fair.

I hate that Walter is listening to Barbara Streisand covers of Sweeny Todd while making massive puzzles in a mansion and just generally living my dream life. Fuck you Walter.

At least tell me I have more Reddit upvotes than Walter. Let me have this one fucking thing, at least.

Yup, he immediately went to the cops. I have one thing in him at least; moral integrity.

How the fuck did Shauna get back? This has to be a dream. Van yeeted her keys.

Yup it was a dream.

Shauna sawbladehands 🤣

Jeff is a good dad 🥺

Van is lowkey instigating shit. I mean Tai was the one that said it but Van kind of controls who lives or dies back then. She's the one that decided where the line is. She was the one that put Lottie in power and she's the one that decided they won't let her die. Van is the kingmaker.

We're really gonna talk about Misty silencing the fixer like it's a bad thing though? She's solving problems other people created and they're calling her out for covering all their asses?!

At least Shauna is being honest and opening up. She's not wrong either.

Aaand Lottie is using this as a Segway to talk about the woods and her beliefs and stuff.

Van. The girl who holds the cards. That shot where she is shuffling the cards and you can see the antlers sticking out of her head was NOT a coincidence. Someone else may wear the crown but Van was always the antler queen. That's my theory anyway.

Van was so steadfast but Taissa was coming undone when Van picked her card. She was rocking back and forth and sighing and god the acting is so good.

Nat got the queen of hearts but I have no idea what that means. Is she to be hunted? If that's the case, why would they include their only hunter and their best medics in the lineup of potential prey? That's pretty shortsighted of them.

Also interesting to see the cards they've been using for fun and games and flashing around in the background to determine potential life or death scenarios.

There's no way they're gonna kill Nat. At least not right now. But fuck this is stressful.

Like even though I know she doesn't die and I've seen her as an adult I am still scared shitless.

Also again why the fuck would you include the only hunter in this?

Nat moving towards the knife too is so badass of her.

I hope this isn't one of those things where she's doomed because her card was pulled and now she has to die to right a wrong in the universe. Like final destination.

For once I'm giving Travis credit.

Why didn't they just kill Travis though?

I feel like this but where they're running off into the woods to hunt was in a preview somewhere earlier in the show.

Is Javi doomed? did Travis doom Javi? Is Javi gonna die? Is that why Travis was so fucked up in the future? I can't imagine this ending up well for them.

Lottie is suggesting an orgy

Nevermind, she's suggesting murder. I don't know why I even try with you, Lottie.

Knowing this show Van would get drugged but somehow survive because she's lesbian Jesus or lesbian Rasputin. I'm not sure which one but either way she's lesbian immortal so ye.

"our lives aren't that bad" Shauna, honey, you need to start paying attention.

The Van one was personal. Fuck. Like everyone else was like "Taissa, you pushed your family away and killed your dog. Misty you killed a person. Van, the life has been drained from you. You're a ghost of your former self. I look at you and I feel the inexorable reach of the grave shuddering towards me. There is something deeply wrong with you. You are broken on a fundamental level." 🫢

Ben in the meantime :

Is this where Javi hid out? Tai stopped sleepwalking so it couldn't be her hole Ben just entered so it has to be Javi's hole, right?

Or maybe Jackie is a zombie or a revenant and she's been chilling there.

Javi talked!

Taissa is leading the charge?!

The girls had way more weapons than I thought they did

Oh shit the ice is cracking

Misty just saved Natalie's life! But doomed Javi in the process. Is this why Nat can't stand her? Because Javi died for her? Because she didn't save him either. She can blame Misty all she wants but at the end of the day, Nat didn't save Javi either.

Is this why they hate her? Because she reminds them of what they had to do?

Is this why Van's and Shauna can look comfortably at her while Nat and Taissa shut the door on her? Because of what she represents?

Because Van and Shauna never ran from it while Nat and Tai both tried to bury it?

We say the wilderness chose but it was really Van and Misty. Maybe that's why they hate her too. Because she's stronger.