#unfake

[puzzlingphronistes]

There was a cheeseburger in my eighth grade class that found out she was adopted when we learned this

if a hamburger and a cheeseburger have a baby it most likely will have cheese on it because the cheese trait come from a dominant gene

[andimahsong139]

I haven't met many #unfake people too. :)))) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmOkZO1y08Z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aashufta-sar]

Haye woh waqt woh baatein woh zamaana dil ka

[draculovemp3]

“What matters is what happens now.”

“What—happens,” I said.

“Yes. What happens. Now.” He made a small, strange, snuffling, gurgling noise that was surely intended to sound like laughter, but perhaps he had not learned to fake it as well as I had. “I think I should say something like: My whole life has been leading up to this!” He repeated the snuffling sound. “Of course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. After all, we can't actually feel anything, can we? We've both spent our lives playing a part. Moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves. And always, forever, reaching for a way to feel something! Reaching, little brother, for a moment just like this! Real, genuine, unfaked feeling! It takes your breath away, doesn't it?”

And it did. My head was whirling and I did not dare to close my eyes again for fear of what might be waiting there for me.

— Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

[dutchdread]

From one of your answer: "Personally I think that while Cloud is totally unsure of who or what he is, that he is 100% aware that he deeply loves Tifa, even at the start of Remake."

I'd love to see you talk more about this. Do you think that, while he's aware that he loves her, does he remember that he's has been loving her ever since they were young?

Now I haven't played Rebirth (but I spoiled myself a lot). But from Remake and what I gather, I personally think he doesn't remember, or be aware of his feelings. However, I think that he's unconsciously and instinctively attracted to her as well as be protective of her, at least from the beginning of Remake. He can't exactly define his feeling, but he knows what he wants to do with her (getting jealous, being touchy-touchy, being protective). Then he grows to realize his feeling all over again over the course of the game, without even remember he has always been in love with her this whole time.

Also, as far as I know, Cloud isn't the type who ponders "what is this ache in my heart?". He's the man of action. He cares for Tifa and wants to do things for Tifa, regardless of whatever he feels for her is called a crush, infatuation, or love.

But that's my take. And I'd like to hear yours :D

I have to preface this by saying that this is 100% conjecture. My hope is that this is essentially exactly the question that we get answered in part 3, because it is something I really wonder about myself. Hell it might be the thing I am MOST curious to know. So when I give my thought on this, know that it I think it really is up in the air and could go either way, and it wouldn't surprise me at all if this is left up to interpretation. There are things that I think Cloud legitimately doesn't know. His confusion about Nibelheim for instance is 100% unfaked. But when Tifa asks him where he was these past 5 years and he responds with "you know I can't tell you that", what was that? Was that a straight up lie? I think it's clear he doesn't know where he was these past years. But does he know that he doesn't know where he was? And did he lie to hide that fact? If he simply had no recollections of the past 5 years but is otherwise mostly lucid then he could have simply answered "that's odd, I don't remember".

But he doesn't, either the Jenova cells are directly influencing him to lie or causing him to make up an excuse to change the subject. Regardless he's actively avoiding recognizing an issue that should be interesting to him "why don't I know where I was". But then in Gongaga we have Cloud admitting that he doesn't know stuff that he's supposed to know. That implies that it's not just Jenova forcing him to be unaware of the inconsistencies in his memory. He himself has been CHOOSING to hide some of them. The reason I bring this up is because there is something we have to ask ourselves. Is Cloud 100% genuinely trying to play out a personality that was not inherently his? Or does he only have a bunch of messed up memories, but is intentionally trying to play up that persona? Or something in the middle? I'd guess it's something in the middle, which explains a lot of the changes we see in his behavior based on who he is talking to. That means that when he says stuff like "Don't remember" when Yuffie asks him whether or not he used to be in love with Tifa. That could very easily be a bold faced lie. He could have all his messed up memories and still remember vividly why he wanted to be a soldier in the first place. Which is essentially what happens in the lifestream, HE tells Tifa why he did those things, HE knows when she does not, thereby proving those memories and those feelings could not have come from her. So it could easily be that Cloud, during remake and remake, not only realizes that he loves Tifa, but be aware that he was once a shy dorky kid who just wanted Tifa to notice him, and is still "internally screaming" anytime Tifa is near, but is desperate not to show that side of him to the outside world. Or it could of course be possible that he's completely blocked those embarrassing memories and feelings off even from himself and that his Soldier persona is completely genuine and that his fondness for Tifa in remake and Rebirth is just the result of that Love still simply being a part of him, even if he himself doesn't totally understand why. And that his real self only comes out during glimpses. We have quotes to corroborate this, but it's not that clear whether that means his true personality coming out means he's showing his real thoughts for once rather than acting, or that it means that his real personality literally takes over for a bit from his fake one. Again, I think the truth is in the middle. I especially wonder about this when Cloud sits down on the water tower next to Aerith. He very poignantly leaves Tifas house for last, and sits down looking at it directly. To me it feels like in that moment he is completely aware of why he did that, and is putting on a cool act when saying "sounds like something I'd do". I think that was one of the most telling scenes in the game, which on second playthrough post LS, will feel extremely telling. You will see him sitting there, and you'll know. "you mother fucker, you know EXACTLY that you did that and why, we know what you're thinking! XD" At the very least I feel like the scene was intentionally directed to strongly give off the impression that Cloud there is actively aware of what Tifa means to him, and is in that moment the same boy that would gaze at Tifa all those years back, putting up a cool guy act, but still with all his unspoken thoughts being about how this is all for her. Good question, I wish I had a better answer for you, but I think this one one of those times where speculating about the answer might be half the fun.

[nobrashfestivity]

what's the meaning behind your username?

it's from this Philip Larkin poem

Skin

Obedient daily dress, You cannot always keep That unfakable young surface. You must learn your lines - Anger, amusement, sleep; Those few forbidding signs

Of the continuous coarse Sand-laden wind, time; You must thicken, work loose Into an old bag Carrying a soiled name. Parch then; be roughened; sag;

And pardon me, that I Could find, when you were new, No brash festivity To wear you at, such as Clothes are entitled to Till the fashion changes.

[clanibrainrot]

I’m desperate to know what the post-The Lost Boy coverup story was

Like forget about the moon how the hell did they explain that Luke actually wasn’t Ashley Stafford without saying he had been the victim of a targeted kidnapping ??

I think about it a lot okay did they just get Mr Smith to unfake everything and hope that the police/social services would just forget about it?

Did they work the ‘omg the Stafford’s have vanished into thin air and look, Luke was already happily living with Sarah Jane’ angle ???

Regardless I know that it HAUNTED Chrissie lmao she would’ve gone insane about it I can see it so clearly

[minastras]

ii. a teenager in love

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“You look nice.”

That’s how Kai always greeted you now, regardless of what you were wearing — even if you were just in your school uniform. He was already by the entrance of your apartment block waiting for you, despite you being five minutes early.

Yeonjun was hosting a party that night to celebrate his one-month breakup anniversary (weird), and it was coincidentally also the fifteenth day since Kai had first posted you on his Instagram. He said the party would be the perfect opportunity to step it up a notch.

You’d been sticking to the plan you drew up when he came over to your house two weeks ago. You ate lunch together now; sometimes you joined him and his friends, sometimes he joined you and your friends. But sometimes you and Kai would go off to the running tracks by yourselves to talk.

There, you’d work through the questions most real partners would know the answers to — your favourite music, which shows you watched, what your parents did. You had expected your conversations to be mechanical, rigidly going through the motions, but he was surprisingly easy to talk to. And despite all his flirting, he did actually pay attention to you.

“I can meet you at the train station, you know,” you said. “You don’t have to walk all the way into my street just to pick me up.”

He took your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “But I want to.”

It was things like that which were going to be your downfall. You’d only just crossed the two-week mark of your fake relationship and you already knew it. Yizhuo was right: your crush on him had never fully faded.

When he held your hand or wrapped an arm around your waist or gave you his jacket in public, you didn’t really feel anything. You knew he was performing for your friends or his, the showmanship of his craft clear in his rehearsed smirks and clichéd, sugary words.

But when you were alone, as you were now, you couldn’t tell if he was acting. Your racing heartbeat was, however, unfakeable. Regret seeped into every pore of your skin each time he smiled genuinely or offered to carry your bag or walked you home when there was no one around to witness it.

So, here you were: Kai had picked you up from your house and you went to Yeonjun’s breakup party (still weird) together, your fingers intertwined the entire journey there. You hadn’t arrived particularly late, but Yeonjun was already wasted by the time you turned up.

“He’ll be fine,” Kai reassured you, placing a hand in between your shoulder blades to direct you towards the living room. You kept glancing back at the older boy.

“Are you sure?” you asked, still worried. His hand was warm against your skin as he traced circles lightly on your upper back.

“Soobin will keep an eye on him. He usually does,” he said. The music was too loud for you to hear each other normally, so Kai’s solution was to whisper directly into your ear, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he spoke. It gave you goosebumps.

He told you to sit down on the sofa and dipped into the kitchen to get you both drinks. While you waited, his good friend Beomgyu joined you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said loudly, holding up his drink, already tipsy. “Congrats on making it this far! I didn’t think you guys would be able to do it.”

People had been saying that to you the entire day. You laughed politely. “Thank you! I’m hoping this won’t be our last milestone together, though.”

Before he could respond, Kai returned and pushed his shoulder.

“What are you doing sitting so close to Y/N?” Kai chided, annoyed. Well, he was pretending to be annoyed. It didn’t bother you, or so you kept telling yourself.

“Sorry, man,” Beomgyu said, standing up and holding his hands up in retreat. “I didn’t take you for the possessive type.”

Kai took his seat and handed you a drink, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side so you were half-leaning on his chest. He looked at you and winked. “I am now. Just for them.”

He would be the death of you someday.

You weren’t even paying attention while Beomgyu teased Kai back and walked over to the dance floor to join the rest of his friends, giggling drunkenly to himself the whole time.

“What is this?” you asked, peering into your cup of mystery liquid and trying to ignore the feeling of his leg fully pressed against your own. He had a metal chain attached to his black jeans.

“I don’t know. The label was in German,” he said with a shrug, before tapping the rim of his cup to yours. “Cheers.”

You furrowed your brow in scepticism but took a sip anyway. It was sweet, not too strong, and surprisingly smooth on your tongue.

“Good, right?” he asked proudly, tucking his head down to look at you. You nodded in concession, leaning against him even more. You had an audience, after all: both of your friends were watching you from across the living room. Aeri caught your eye and mouthed ‘fifteen days!’ to you.

Yeonjun’s sofa was lumpy and mildly sticky and not the most pleasant thing you’d sat on. It was hot, even with the air conditioning on full blast, an inevitable side effect of the sheer number of people packed into his house.

Your discomfort barely registered in your head, though. All you could focus on was that you were leaning on Kai’s chest, broad and firm against your back. His arm was around your shoulder, and his chin was resting on the top of your head.

“Let’s go out for lunch tomorrow,” Kai suggested, “it’ll be my treat.”

“Why?” you mumbled, tired. Lying on him was making you sleepy; he was just so warm and comfortable.

He laughed quietly. “Because I want to take you out?”

You could already feel your heart starting to race at his words and hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Said the hitman,” you joked.

“You’re such a tease,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into your neck. You shuddered at the sensation, at his messy hair pushing up against your skin, at his lips brushing your collarbones. You could feel him smirking, satisfied by your reaction. He always was, so smug and cool and confident.

“And you’re lucky I laugh when I’m nervous, so to our friends I just look like some smitten giggling fool instead of a sim dying of embarrassment,” you replied.

He pulled away, and you almost deflated at the loss of contact. “Why are you nervous?” he asked, confused.

Oh. Whoops.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he pressed, sounding somewhat concerned, his grip on your shoulder tightening ever-so-slightly.

See, these were the things that made you think this was all a huge mistake. Because when he looked at you like that — like how he did on the balcony at Aeri’s party or in your room when you were talking about your brothers — his eyes were just soft enough and his voice was just quiet enough that you could trick yourself into thinking he was being genuine.

“Don’t look so serious,” you changed the subject, nodding towards where your friends were. Some of them were still (still!) watching you, as if they were waiting for you to break up right then and there in front of everyone. Fifteen days. “We aren’t being believable at all.”

He looked over, thought for a bit, and then slid his hands under your knees, lifting up your legs and putting them across his. You let out a small squeak of surprise at the sudden motion and held onto his shoulders. He smirked when you came face-to-face with him.

“Is that better?” he murmured, the tip of his nose just millimetres from yours.

“I can’t tell, honestly,” you answered, feeling like you probably looked exceptionally posed and rehearsed in the position you were in. It was likely evident to everyone that neither of you were used to being in each other’s space like this.

“I think you’re right. Taehyun does not look convinced,” he reported to you, looking over your shoulder. “Well, I don’t know what else to do.”

You knew what the issue was: Kai was big into public displays of affection, and he hadn’t kissed you yet. He was constantly making out with whichever new person he was ‘dating’ in the school halls, empty classrooms, or at parties. In comparison, he had been as chaste as a nun with you.

“Fine. Kiss me, then,” you said, biting your tongue so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if it just fell off.

He didn’t even flinch at your directness; in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He tilted your chin up gently with two fingers and leaned in. “I’d thought you’d never ask.”

What did that mean?

You didn’t even have time to address the fluttering in your heart at his words before his mouth was on yours. He still had one hand on your knee, holding you in place. You were in his lap, with your arms wrapped around his neck so you wouldn’t fall off the sofa.

He kissed so lazily, slow and languid, like he had all the time in the world. Like you weren’t in the middle of a circus-level house party and surrounded by countless loud drunk peers. He tasted like the mystery German alcohol you’d both been sipping, his mouth hot against yours.

You were getting dizzy, high on him, temporarily forgetting where you were too.

When he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, though, you jolted back to the present and broke the kiss.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking slightly dazed himself. His lips were red and wet, and you wondered if he could feel just how hard your heart was hammering against your ribcage as you leaned on him. “Got carried away.”

What? Did? That? Mean?

“See? I told you we had to make out in front of them,” he joked, clearly less affected by the kiss than you were. You turned around to glance at your friends and found that most of them had finally stopped watching you.

Kai kept his hand on your chin. If he had noticed your silence he didn’t make any indication of it, although Aeri was still squinting at you suspiciously. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, unflappable as ever.

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Kai was on top of the world: he’d broken the fifteen-day curse. Of course, his sense of achievement would have been even greater if it was real, but his friends were convinced and that was all he cared about.

Everyone had thought he was going to dump you on Friday at Yeonjun’s party, the fifteenth day. But he hadn’t, and on Tuesday you came to visit him during his soccer practice.

It was common for whoever he was with at the time to do that, although you hadn’t yet. He supposed you had no reason to since you weren’t actually interested in him, but you and him had agreed on it the night before. Of all the people he’d invited to watch him practise, you were the only one who had stuck around beyond day fifteen. And his friends obviously had a lot to say about that.

“So you two are, like, really a thing,” Soobin marvelled, checking his watch for the date. He waved to you where you were sitting in the bleachers. You waved back.

“Didn’t you see him tonguing them on Yeonjun’s sofa on Friday?” Taehyun said.

“What? You sinned on my sofa?” Yeonjun asked, clearly having been too drunk to remember anything from that night.

Kai pushed Taehyun and put his water bottle away. Their break was over, he decided. “I was not tonguing them. Jesus,” he cursed, running back out onto the field and blowing you a kiss as he did so.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Sickening.”

“You’re just bitter you got dumped,” Beomgyu shouted, running away before he’d even finished talking, anticipating to be smacked.

Unfortunately for Yeonjun, you continued coming to their soccer practices, and Kai continued blowing kisses at you whenever he got the chance.

By the one month mark, Kai was spending just as much time with you as he was with his friends, much of that alone when you didn’t have to pretend.

It was funny how he could so easily flirt with you in the past, before you’d started this whole thing, and now that you were ‘dating’ he felt weirdly embarrassed whenever he did so. He was fine in public, perfectly able to act in front of others, but the second you two were in private he turned into an altar boy, apparently.

Especially when he was in your room like he was now, after school one afternoon, sitting cross-legged on your bed next to you.

“Are you free Saturday morning?” you asked, staring at your calendar. “We could hang out for a bit and then head over there together,” you suggested. If he didn’t know any better he might have thought he heard nervousness in your voice, like you were hoping he’d say yes and scared he’d say no.

All of your friends were meeting up for lunch that day at a newly launched pancake restaurant called Stackies you’d been telling him about for ages. Kai was actually the one to suggest it to the group because he knew how badly you wanted to try it — but you weren’t aware of that.

He smiled to himself when he saw the square inch of space that made up Saturday’s box adorned with a halo of exclamation marks and messy pancake doodles, fairly sure you were the only person under the age of forty who still used a physical calendar.

“Yeah, I’m free. What do you want to do?” he asked, knowing subconsciously in the back of his mind that he would have agreed to anything you requested.

Your eyes lit up. “Can we go to the botanical gardens? I heard the leaves are starting to turn.”

You both used to refer to your outings as “hanging out”, sessions for you to get to know each other and get your stories straight, couching the intimacy of it all in deliberate language like a shield. Against what, he wasn’t sure. But somewhere along the line, and he wasn’t quite sure when, interrogative questions gave way to long conversations about music and TV shows and your friends.

Dates. You were going on dates.

Something pulled at his heart when he saw your expression, your eyes shining with excitement, your pen clipped behind your ear. He never knew that was a thing people did in real life, sticking writing implements behind their ears. He’d always thought only cartoon characters did that.

“Really? Let’s go, then. I want to see them too,” he smiled.

You hadn’t kissed since Yeonjun’s party more than a month ago. Well, not properly, anyway. He kissed you on the forehead a lot in front of others, and you kissed him on the cheek from time to time, but those didn’t count. Not to him.

He wanted to kiss you whenever you two were alone, an impulse which always set alarm bells ringing in his head that maybe he should pull the brakes on this whole thing.

It was foreign to him, all of it — recommending pancake restaurants and going on trips to the botanical gardens. Two-week flings driven by physical attraction and teenage infatuation, ending either in the mutual understanding that it hadn’t been serious or a broken heart for the other party, were more his speed.

This was not that, he realised, whatever it was. He reached that conclusion after your trip to the gardens, when you both arrived at Stackies. You took his hand and smiled at him as you walked through the door to the table where your friends were waiting for you, although it was your performing smile. He used to think it was pretty (he still did), but now whenever he saw it he yearned for your real one.

The one you’d given him one fateful Wednesday, the day he came over to your house so you could study each other’s favourite foods, hobbies, and usual hangout spots. When it was time for him to leave, he had asked on a whim if he could stay and help you with dinner. You’d beamed when he did, and he still found himself picturing it from time to time.

“I’m happy you chose this place,” you told Soobin, who was sitting on your other side, while the waiter was taking Aeri’s order. “I’ve actually always wanted to come here.”

Soobin looked at you, confused. “Yeah, that’s why I picked it. Kai asked me to.”

Kai placed his hand on your knee, a message. “Right, that’s what I meant,” you backtracked smoothly. The second everyone was distracted by the waiter turning on the table’s hotplate, you leaned over to him and whispered a soft ‘thank you’ into his ear. You gave him another one of your smiles, a real one, and he found himself unable to focus on anything else for the rest of the lunch.

A few days later, you were sitting in the bleachers together after his soccer practice. His teammates had all gone home, leaving you two alone on the field. This wasn’t something you normally did; you usually had to leave an hour before his practice ended to get home in time to do your chores.

“Should I make a one month anniversary post on Instagram?” he asked, snacking on the cookies you had bought for him as he flicked through the photos you’d taken together at the botanical gardens on his phone.

“I don’t think so. I feel like it’s more believable if we keep it low-key,” you said, leaning over his shoulder to look at the photos. “I like that one,” you commented, stopping him when he landed one you took of him. He was staring straight into the camera and holding a red leaf in front of his face, covering his left eye.

You were wearing his sports jacket, the one only student athletes were allowed to wear. It was black with gold trim, read ‘athlete’ on the back in big bold letters, and had his name embroidered on the front.

That was one of the first things he learnt about you, that you had always wanted to be a student athlete but lost the chance to after you broke your knee eight years ago and it never fully recovered. He’d always wondered why someone as popular and seemingly active as you wasn’t on a sports team. But now he let you wear his jacket whenever you wanted, which seemed to make you happy.

“Can I ask you something?” you said after a short silence, playing with the hem of his jacket. He nodded, prompting you to continue. “Why do you care if you’re the last of your friends to be in a relationship?”

Yeah. Why did he care?

This was far from the first time you had asked him that question, but he was always unable to give you a straight answer. He knew it bothered him, but he couldn’t fully articulate why. And not for a lack of trying, either. His explanation was constantly changing.

“It’s not really about the relationship,” was what Kai settled on this time around. “It’s just a sense of being left behind while everyone else around me is growing up and moving on.”

The autumn wind howled. “I get it,” you nodded. This had been the first question you asked him all those weeks back on Aeri’s balcony, and you’d never once pointed out the number of times his answer to that question changed.

“Why do you keep asking me that?” he said with a small smile, a question of his own, standing up and offering you his hand. The lights had switched themselves off. It was probably time to head home. You accepted, and he pulled you to your feet with ease.

“I don’t know. I thought if I asked enough times, eventually you’d figure out your answer,” you replied, stumbling slightly when he pulled you a little too hard. He laughed, not being able to tell if you were serious. You smiled. “Have you?”

He hadn’t, but he was starting to wonder if he was looking right at it.

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“What do you plan on doing after we graduate?” Kai asked you once when you were walking home from school together. “Taehyun asked me that just now, and I realised I didn’t know.”

That was how a lot of your conversations with Kai went. It was hard to figure out what normal people talked to their significant others about.

“I don’t want to think about that now,” you laughed. Kai wasn’t the only one who hated the thought of growing up. “I’ll probably go into data analytics or something.”

It’d been two months since you started ‘dating’, and there were still occasional gaps in your knowledge that hadn’t yet been plugged. The other day, Aeri asked you what Kai’s parents did and you had just barely managed to avoid a catastrophe.

You didn’t really know what the goal was anymore, if you were being honest. From time to time you felt the urge to ask him when this whole thing would end, but you always found yourself unable to go through with it. You didn’t want it to end, that much had become clear. You were living a lie you so desperately wanted to believe in.

He walked you home after school on the days he didn’t have soccer practice, sometimes staying over for dinner. You’d go to the shops together to buy ingredients before your brothers came home, and he’d help you cook.

He didn’t need to, there was no one around to witness it, but he did. Your kitchen was far too small for two people to be crammed in there at the same time, but somehow, neither of you had been injured yet. He never complained about how cramped your house was or how loud and boisterous your brothers were.

When he could tell you needed a break from them, though, he would suggest taking your dinner up to the rooftop of your building and leaving them to their adventures. The two of you sat on the rooftop, eating dinner and talking until nine or ten at night.

It was why you’d had a crush on him in the first place (yes, you were finally admitting you had a crush on him). He was a flirt, that much was true, but no one could ever accuse him of being unkind. He didn’t go around breaking hearts on purpose, which you couldn’t really say for some of the other popular boys.

At one of Yizhuo’s parties, you were all sitting in her backyard on the grass, even though it was way too cold to be outdoors. As always, Kai gave you his jacket without you needing to ask. It wasn’t his student athlete one this time, but a light denim jacket that was more fashionable than functional.

“You guys are so cute!” Yizhuo squealed, when Kai reached for your hands and clasped them in between his larger ones to warm them up. He leant forward and pressed a quick kiss to your temple with a pleased smile.

“Isn’t today your two month anniversary? Congratulations,” Aeri said.

“Uh-”

“No, it’s not. That was two weeks ago,” Soobin cut you off, confused.

You turned to Kai. You had sixty whole days to iron out your origin story and you still hadn’t. In retrospect, that was a pretty glaring oversight.

“It’s a long story, actually,” Kai laughed, thinking on his feet. He was so good at that, always calm and collected whenever things like this happened. You, however, panicked like a spooked young fawn at the slightest hint of your scheme being exposed.

“Oh, is it?” Taehyun said, squinting at you with inquisitive eyes, trying to decipher your facial expression. “I love long stories.”

You squeezed Kai’s hand. Please help. Taehyun was too observant for his own good.

“Sorry. I’m sworn to secrecy,” Kai lied smoothly, poking your cheek with his index finger and a playful smile. “This one says it’s embarrassing, so I can’t tell you.”

Grateful for the out he’d provided you, you went along with it, swatting his finger away with a giggle and pretending to hide your face in his sweater at his teasing. Your friends rolled their eyes at your sickening sweetness.

It seemed to work, at least for now. But the second it was no longer overtly suspicious to do so, you two escaped back into Yizhuo’s house, scouring the place for a quiet space where you could talk. You settled on the area in the back near the rear staircase — yes, her house was that big that it had two staircases.

“What did you tell your friends?” Kai asked, evidently on edge. He was trying to hide it and doing a pretty good job, but you’d also gotten much better at reading him now.

“I said we got together at Aeri’s party! Isn’t that what you said?” you replied, not ever thinking this would need to be clarified. That story made the most sense, didn’t it?

“I said we got together two weeks before,” he groaned, pushing his hands through his hair.

You sputtered. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“I wanted to make the relationship longer so I could beat Beomgyu.”

Really? Really? And he didn’t think to explain this to you in advance? You took a deep breath to compose yourself.

“Okay, okay, it’s fine. We can do damage control,” you said, trying to talk yourself out of the panic you were inching closer and closer towards.

“Except that all our friends are now out there without us and they’re definitely discussing what just happened,” Kai pointed out casually.

This fact dawned on you both at the exact same time.

“Shit.”

“Shit.”

“Shit!”

You turned to look at the source of the third voice. It was Sunghoon, visibly drunk with a table tennis paddle in his hand for some reason.

“Sorry, just wanted to feel like I was a part of something,” he giggled, waving the paddle nonchalantly as he walked past you. It was a nice break of bewilderment from your stress, which returned almost as soon as the other boy was gone.

You didn’t have any time to react, though, because here was Yizhuo coming to look for you, calling out your names. Before you could even process what was happening, Kai grabbed you by the wrist and yanked you into the empty closet under the staircase to hide.

The closet was tiny, just barely large enough for two people. You were pressed almost fully against him with no room to move away, face-to-face, your hands flat against his chest and his braced against the door behind you.

Now you were stuck there. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Getting your Goddamn Stories Straight. You could hear his rapid breathing and your blood pumping in your ears.

“Nice weather we’re having,” he joked, looking down at you.

His pupils were blown in the darkness, and you were sure yours were too as they struggled to adjust to the lack of light. You could just barely make out his facial features, even though he was so close to you his hair was brushing your cheek.

You laughed nervously. “Maybe we can tell them we made it official at Aeri’s party but first started talking two weeks before,” you suggested, looking anywhere but at him. You were fairly sure you wouldn’t be able to speak if you looked into his eyes or at his lips or at his arms on either side of you. Yizhuo was still outside, asking an unknown person if they’d seen you or Kai.

“Mm, that works,” Kai agreed, his breath warm on your face as he giggled quietly. “I can hear your heartbeat.”

He was so mind-numbingly oblivious to the fact that your heart was beating that fast for him, and not for the fear of getting caught by your friends.

“Can you really?” you whispered. Yizhuo walked away; you knew it was her by the sound of her footsteps.

Kai reached for the doorknob behind you. “I can. It’s loud,” he teased, before opening the door.

The space was so tight that you nearly tumbled out as soon as he did, but he caught you easily by the waist to prop you back up onto your feet. Your mind was still scrambled from the memory of his eyes being so close to you that you could count his eyelashes. What had you gotten yourself into?

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# chance’s introductory post ‘

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[lostinmyramblings]

September 4. 

I am consumed with ideas of bettering myself but I can’t seem to shift the needle, my conscious is telling me what I need to do, the diet, the exercise, the break from the sluggish routine I’ve fallen into but my body seems to defy the action. I wake up with the sun, the warm early morning light welcoming me, but still I confine myself to my bed for hours hoping to fall back to sleep, fall into the bliss of nothing and dreams that are incomparable with my day to day, there I can be me, live out my whims and desires in the version of myself I can look at in the mirror. It doesn’t happen though, as much as I try to empty my mind, keep my eyes shut and defy the day to come I simply cannot fall. 

Wasting away hours in nothingness is my greatest skill, I ponder how many months I’ve squandered to the nothing , I would say hours or days or weeks but truly now it is in the months I will never get back. If given the opportunity to pay for those months back, I wonder where id spend them in retrospect, would I give them up to have more moments with my future children, with the loves of my life or grasping at experiences I never fulfilled. Knowing myself and my impediments with change I would likely once again end up in the dark, under the press of my duvet with the hum of heavy silence enveloping me and my rushing thoughts crushing my brain into a marble, unlike pressure crushes carbon to diamonds. As I am not diamond, I do not shine, I do not catch the eye, instead I seem to take the light and diffuse it into dull heavy fog.

Truly I do not think I would pay, i would find no worth in me continuing on, if I did not live those moments when I could why should I be given such a second chance, let someone else have my time, my worth, for they will undoubtedly spend it better. 

Though I wish I could chose who can have those seconds, minutes, hours and days of mine, id divide it among the greats, the writers, the painters, those who have departed but left an unfaked impact, my legacy could dissolve into the nothing I am so accustomed to just so they could even have a few more seconds to breathe the air and touch the grass, to speak words which will live on. 

I suppose I now plan to write and express my ineptitudes my common, simple experiences, into this void just in case even one person could see this and can see a reflection of themselves even in parts and break the drowning cycle, take the breath of air and choose life, real life.

 I do not want another soul to chose to have this shallow hollow core within them. 

Run, scream, hate, love, live, whatever you do, do something.

.s 

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[thefoodballoon]

To catch a Scammer...

Everyone please block and report the account called "Expensive FeederAnnie" they are a scammer. A bad scammer that was so cute to watch squirm and try to prove they weren't a one. Here are the screenshots I took of our convos, pluralization being important here.

Initially I was talking to her to see what kind of gains her supposed feedees were achieving with her help. However...

I immediately recognized the supposed weigh-in pic was actually the recent 400lbs milestone weigh-in of @encouraginggluttony 's feedee @gluttenousgoddess. This was an immediate red flag.

They then began to ask me for payment before they begin to fund my stuffings, claiming sending her $100 was a "test fee" and would "activate her payroll system". This is fishy, don't just send even slightly fishy people money. I asked multiple times for her to send an unfakable picture of herself in order to prove her existence and she refused to do so every time.

I then remembered that she supposedly had three feedees. So not only would I be able to confirm her existence through them if she was real, it would also be extremely funny to watch her try to pretend to be one of her feedees if she was attempting to scam me. And yes, yes it was funny.

This is the second convo with Annie (sorry I mean "William") in which she doesn't even try to change any of the typos Annie regularly had. It was immediately clear this was Annie pretending to be her own feedee. But William did say "Annie is real ok" in a really convincing way so maybe we should give her the benefit of the doubt right? Lmao

I then noticed that oh wow any time I messaged Annie, it seems that at that exact moment William would stop typing. Almost as if he was reacting to a text he should not be able to see. Yknow unless he was Annie. But that's impossible, right? I then attempt to get William to send me a picture of his most recent weigh-in at 167lbs. Very specific number, very hard to fake, wonder how they get out of this one...

And the answer is they don't get out of it!!! They just refuse to send the photo!! Who would've guessed? It's at this point Annie stopped barely trying to pretend to be a different person and William never speaks or types again. Hope he is ok...😢

At this point I'm just starting to have fun. We both know this is a scam its just a battle to see who gives up first.

Finally the conversation ends when I send her these two messages, both of which are not screenshotted because immediately after sending them, she got scared and blocked me...

"What's so surprising?"

"I really hope when you said you have 3 feedees you didn't mean three people you stole $100 from. This is a crime honey you know that right?"

And then she blocked me. My loss I guess. I could've been getting $1500 a month in food money. Oh well.

This is just a goofy little way of telling the community as a whole that scammers are very real and abundant and you should be very skeptical of people who talk about money at all. But if you do happen to realize you are in a conversation with a scammer, fuck with them. Make every second they are trying to steal your hard earned money a living hell. Because they deserve it. 😊

[sister-cna-reader]

GASP! DIRECTOR'S COMMENTARY!!???

Could you do a Director's commentary of this scene from Age Gap, pls? 🥺

As I was writing this I came to the conclusion that I wanted to put Yor in the romantic pursuer role. In my other works, Loid takes the lead to push the relationship out of falsehood and into reality. But the more I wrote her, and with her confidence being bolstered she'd want to make the relationship real.

With Loid's admission of his age, that makes Yor's mind wrap around her attraction to him so much easier. It's not wrong to feel attraction to someone close to your own age, and it's certainly never wrong to feel attraction to your own husband (fake or unfake). To Yor, it's a green flag and it's no longer a working relationship like between people who work the same job.

It is now a relationship where she's allowed to touch, and allowed to pursue. Loid is just a man who is still figuring out life much like she is. He is just a guy, and she is just a girl.

Fun fact: I married a man who was older than me by about 9ish years. So some of the story is pulled from my own experience struggling with a gap that wide.

You can find the story here

[christophersublett]

Official Review of The Unfakeable Code® | Author: Tony Jeton Selimi | OBC Reviewer - Christopher Sublett | Novum Plublishing | 2020

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