#we have no idea whats in store for us in whatever new show we're getting okay

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cmon you guys stop it with the garen hate smh his lines with Kat in LOR are so fucking funny ksdjfksdjfksdjfks

If you really want more lesbiabs in League you can also watch/read Leona and Diana!!!!!!!

DOOMED YURI SAVE US ALL

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Questions and Safety Plans for Surviving the US's Fascist Coup

Crosspost from Mastodon: Questions are to help generate ideas and to get folks started.

I want to be clear in that my pointing out what Musk has control over US treasury isn't me panicking and speculating. He literally has control over US treasury Payment Systems and the OPM datasystem and has stated his intention to eliminate as many programs as he can. Federal workers sent anonymous tips to journalists of how Musk's cronies, no one has any idea of whether they are even US citizens, are downloading data onto private servers, which is a cybersecurity nightmare.

This is an unprecedented hostile coup on speedrun. It is a lot to take in, I know. It can feel overwhelming and paralyzing, but these first few weeks are crucial if we going to save the most lives. We can't rely on anyone to save us.

Look at the Democrats, who are failing to act or take this threat seriiously. Senate Minority Leader is posting about tariffs and pizza on bluesky. Elizabeth Warren stated Musk's actions are wrong and demands an investigation. Are they in denial? Do they not see what this is? Why are they not storming offices and punching fascists? Or at least organizing protests and going on news to show the unconstitutional and illegal acts for what they are? Why are they not blocking Musk from accessing any system?

Thus we can't rely on them to save us. They're complicit at worst and incompetent at best.

The destruction of the US government will kill a lot of innocent and vulnerable groups, and this is why we need to really work together to try to save the most lives. I'm asking these questions to get people to think.

Questions and Actions

When SSDI and other programs are destroyed, who is going to help homebound disabled folks? Do we know who are allies are? Do we know who we can trust to have our back?

What community care exists to help our most vulnerable? What infrastructure exists to care for each other? Do we have a list?

If not, are we researching what exists in our area? Are we looking into who we know and what skills we each can share with one another?

Make a list of your skills. Make a list with friends of their skills. You'll need this.

Do we have a way to train folks, especially on how to care for the unique needs of disabled folks? To train on accessibility and make sure our community care is accessible?

If you don't know how to train folks on accessibility or aren't sure where to find this information, feel free to reach out to me. I used to do accessibility trainings, and I still have those materials.

Do we have a safety plan? (I wrote a post on that here: https://ni.hil.ist/@TheBird/113909678180718685 ).

Do we have ideas on how to do this work and try to avoid burnout? Do we have a system to delegate tasks so no one is left behind or a task left undone?

Whatever actions you plan, you MUST write up an agreed upon plan for delegating tasks and ways people can take breaks. Draft an agreement or mini-constitution about how to handle people who fail to follow-through on the tasks they take on or are assigned.

Do you have a plan or an idea on how to hold people accountable? There's good resources on this within disability justice and transformative justice movements.

Do we have a list or understanding of what talents and skills we currently have and what each of us are able to commit to? Do we have a secure way to store this info to avoid surveillance state?

Disabled people (in particular Disabled Black and Indigenous folks) are the most likely to die after hostile coups like the one we're in.

We can't get out either. There are laws in most nations that prohibit us emigrating unless we can meet a minimum productivity/work threshold to prove we won't be a "drain on the state" and it's resources and healthcare. Yes, most of these laws use the word "drain." So that means when things get worse, and it will get much worse, disabled people end up trapped and left to die.

This is the questions we need to ask and address in our communities and activist groups. Within our friend groups as well. These questions won't be answered in just one conversation or meeting either.

We'll need to pick a set of tasks to focus on and find trusted groups we can coordinate with to help immediate needs.

This won't be easy. But community care and fighting white supremacist transphobic ableist fascism never is.

Be safe.

How to craft a Safety Plan

The item list of what's in your go-bag, which should include clothing, water, snacks, laptop/tablet/backup-drives, driver's license/passport, wallet, cash, phone charger, a portable charger unit, pet supplies, medicines, and for me I add in books/music-player/headphones.

Plan for your pets. I practice with my pets with leash and harness since tornadoes are common where I am, so they are used to heading to the bathroom to stay in place. For a go-bag, I have tuperware ready, where I can quickly scoop food into it and tuck into my bag. I make sure their carriers are near the door and easy for me to slip them into it.

Write down your rights. Memorize them. Yes, the rule of law is being thrown out the window, but hold firm to those rights. Do not allow ICE or any police authority into your home or area without a warrant signed by a judge. (I have to legally say that even if I personally think don't ever allow them in regardless, but safety comes first here and fighting ICE and police when it's just you or you and a few friends could get you killed and won't save the most people in the long run. We need to be hold firm on our rights but also firm on our safety so we can stay alive to help others.)

A route out of town. Make sure there's several possible routes planned in case one isn't viable. (Good to do if an area is prone to fire or flooding as those are unpredictable at best of times). Make sure you have a printed map. Do not rely on your phone.

Printed copies of all necessary documents: healthcare, phone numbers/addresses, identity, maps, etc. Include physical therapy exercises, mental health exercises, and medicine lists.

Share your safety plan with family and friends you trust. Work with them on their safety plans. For disabled people, this means we need to find people willing to help us evacuate (as needed) or check on us (for stay-in-place orders). These need to be people we trust to follow through. Leave no one behind is the motto.

Practice and/or review the safety plan monthly or at least four times a year with family/friends/pets. This becomes more crucial as fascism rises here.

Also helpful to plan community care events, where people share their grief and their hopes. This can help the fight to avoid burnout. Self-care is important, but it's not enough. Community-care is also needed, and should be included in a safety plan -- ways to engage in that care to help bolster one another.

It can be daunting to write up this plan alone, so do it with friends. Help one another through this.

We are not alone, but the fascists assholes want us to believe we are.

Sources: https://www.disabledginger.com/p/week-one-executive-orders-and-a-merit https://www.nytimes.com/2025/02/01/us/politics/elon-musk-doge-federal-payments-system.html https://bsky.app/profile/thomaszimmer.bsky.social/post/3lh4lj7hfss2l https://www.wired.com/story/us-government-websites-are-disappearing-in-real-time/ https://insidemedicine.substack.com/p/breaking-news-cdc-orders-mass-retraction https://www.reuters.com/world/us/musk-aides-lock-government-workers-out-computer-systems-us-agency-sources-say-2025-01-31/ https://www.salon.com/2025/01/30/ai-nurses-as-good-as-any-doctor-rfk-jr-confirms-he-wants-to-take-away-peoples-health-care/ https://www.teenvogue.com/story/trumps-executive-order-on-gender-affirming-care-for-trans-youth And may edit in others later.

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A Little Tired of Life

There is a popular song out right now that starts "Do you ever get tired of life" then it goes "you are not really happy but you don't want to die". Well that is my life. Who am I? I am Richard Johnson. I am a 48 year-old married man. I am 6 '2 with brown graying hair, brown eyes and an athletic build. 

I have been married to my wife Victoria for the last 20 years. Together we have raised an 18-year-old daughter. Her name is Amanda. I work in an office building downtown as an accountant. I have three good friends and a so-so friend (you know the type). 

Back to my life, my marriage doesn't feel like a marriage, I feel more like we're roommates. I enjoyed my life with my wife until our 1st was born 18 years ago. It's not that I don't love my daughter It's just that my wife hasn't been intimate with me. We haven't had any sex for 18 years and as a date night goes yeah you can forget that.

We don't even sleep in the same bedroom. When my wife and I first started to date I made a promise to her that I would not cheat on her. However, this is increasingly becoming more difficult as I have not had a life, sex, or any intimacy for many years. I am not sure how much more I can take.

Monday night I came home from work. I had a lousy day but I brought home with me 2 tickets to a new musical opening up downtown. I wanted to surprise my wife so I bought flowers and a good bottle of wine, her favorite, to tell her about the show. I thought since we haven't been out in a while this would be a fun time for both of us.

When I made it home, she was sitting on the couch watching one of her reality shows that I can't stand. I walked up to her and asked her to pause her show. She didn't even look up at me and said no. I looked down at her and told her I had a surprise for her, again she said no. At this I became enraged.

I threw the flowers on the floor and stormed off to my room. I called my friend Robert the so-so friend from before. I knew he was a fan of musicals so I asked him if he wouldn't want to go and he immediately said yes. I then told him we would talk about plans for later.

I then went back into the living room to my wife and told her that Robert and I were going to the show. She looked at me and said quite meanly, "Whatever" then she asked what night it was for? I told her it was going to be on Wednesday night. That was 2 nights from now.

She smiled and said she already had plans with Amanda. I asked her what they were doing and she just had a sly smile on her face and said “girl things”. I then went to open the wine for her and I. We made small talk and then after a few glasses we both went to bed.

On Wednesday I met Robert for drinks before the show and we talked about our lives. I told him about the way things are and how unhappy I was. Then that aforementioned song about being a little tired of life came on the jukebox. I then looked Robert in the eyes and told him that is me to a tee. I then told him I wish I could just disappear. Robert's eyes lit up. He had an idea. He then told me about Evie's Emporium.

That it was a shop in the mall. It has all kinds of transformative items. lt probably had what I needed to disappear. He then told me about AdoniX. He said with this I would transform into an alpha male and I could just disappear. I thought that may be my answer and I thanked him. I paid for his drinks even though Robert was rich. He didn't like to spend money and we went to the show.

After the show I arrived home to an empty house. I grabbed a beer, sat down and watched all the sports highlights for the night. I looked around at the empty house and thought to myself, could I really give this up? After a few more beers and I said fuck yeah. The next day after work I went to the mall to check out Evie's Emporium.

I was astounded by how many products were in this one store. They had clothes, accessories, makeup shoes, and even skin bodysuits. I walked around bewildered until a customer service rep came up to help me. Her name was Mara. She asked me what I needed and I told her that I was looking for AdoniX. She smiled and walked me over to the vials potion section.

As we went by the shoe department I could see another associate Bruna explaining how high heels could be a very transformative experience for a very attractive female customer. As we went to the potions section, I saw another associate Erica talking to another attractive female customer about how great the big black dildos feel. Then I continued to follow Mara some more. We then passed the manager's office and emblazoned with big gold letters was the name Q. Evie Hyde.

The Q made me curious so I asked . She laughed and said it meant Queen. I thought maybe it was a joke and went on with her to go find the AdoniX. When we arrived, Mara picked up the bottle. She told me that it was their last bottle and that it was permanent.

I told her that it didn't matter to me. Then I said that I planned on disappearing and not coming back. I asked her how much and she told me the price. It was a little more than I thought it would be but it was the last one so I purchased it and then left to go home.

When I got home, I took my purchase to my bedroom. I kept thinking where the best place to hide it would be. The fact that my wife and daughter never go into my bedroom I decided to hide it in my sock drawer. I then went to the living room to watch some TV. About an hour later my wife and daughter came home laughing.

I asked where they were as they had been out all night. My wife gave me the same answer she normally did: “girl stuff”. I tried to do some small talk with my wife and my daughter but just got frustrated and went to my bedroom to be by myself.

The next morning at breakfast I was informed that my wife and daughter were going to visit her mother for the weekend. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to use AdoniX and go on with my new life. As this was now Friday morning it gave me time to plan out my new life too. I went to get ready for work when I saw Amanda coming out of my room. I asked her what she was doing and she said she had to use my bathroom because hers was not working correctly.

I just nodded okay and then I heard Victoria getting off the phone. "Okay we will be packed soon and we'll leave in about an hour, see you soon love you." She then told me that it was her mother and their plans had changed and they were leaving within the hour. I was overjoyed by the news. This meant I could put my plan into motion a lot quicker. After they were packed, they got in their car. I said my goodbyes and they went to her mother's.

The minute the car was out of the driveway I got on the phone and I called off of work. I went and showered and dressed then I went to the bank. I closed up my account and took out a small loan, I'm going to be a new man so how would they find me to pay anyway. I went to my lawyer and changed my will leaving everything I had to Robert. Finally, I went home to take my AdoniX.

I got home and locked the door then ran into my bedroom. I pulled the vial from my sock drawer and read the instructions on the back. It said to take off all jewelry and clothes as the transformation could make your body bigger. So I followed suit. I took off all my clothes until I was fully nude.

Next it said that it may be disorientating at first so not to be standing. I made my way over to the bed and I sat down so that way I would not fall over. Finally, it said that this vial of AdoniX is permanent and cannot be reversed. After reading that final warning I smiled and drank down the whole vial.

The taste was similar to strawberries and cream. At first, I felt nothing and then my whole body felt like it was on fire. I was profusely sweating and my heart was beating out of my chest. I looked at the bottle again for warnings and side effects. That was when the label fell off to reveal not AdoniX but an Elixir instead!

I started to read over the Elixir and I found out it was permanent and I wasn't going to be an alpha male, I was going to be a female. No sooner had I read the back but I started to feel much pain. My body shrunk from my 6'2 frame to a 5'7 frame. My hands got really dainty and my fingernails started to grow. My legs and feet got smaller and more feminine. My body hair all over dissolved to leave me just the hair on my head. My brownish gray hair started to spill out down my head and changed to a dark brown. My hips widened and then the pain became so unbearable I passed out.

When I awoke it was already night time. I could see the Moonlight beaming through my window. I went to sit up when I noticed my body felt different. As I sat up, I saw big titties. I felt them and a chill went through my body. I got out of bed and walked over to my mirror and stood in shock. The vision before me was absolutely gorgeous.

The woman I saw had dark brown hair and had real deep brown eyes. I touched my hair to realize I was her. My tits were big and my pussy was bare. I reached two fingers down to feel myself. It felt really wet and I jumped on my bed to give myself my first female orgasm. I then took a steamy shower, not able to keep my hands off myself.

After the third or was it the fourth orgasm I went to my daughter's bedroom to look for some clothes. I was able to find a set of underwear a black bra and panties that fit me.In her closet I was then able to find a black dress that fit me but snug in my chest. I then went to my wife's room, looked in her closet and found a pair of black stiletto heels. I put on my new heels and went to start my new life.

I grabbed all I wanted from my house. I called an Uber, got in and left. My next stop would be at a hotel for the night before I found a more permanent place to live. Well in the Uber I started to feel horny and very playful. I made sure the driver kept his eyes on me as I flashed my tits and masturbated most loudly. He drove off the road a couple times.

When we reached the hotel, I asked him in a breathless voice how much I owed him for the ride? He was quite pale and told me it was on the house and he thanked me for being his best customer. I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. I gave him a kiss on the lips and told him I had to give him something. He blushed and told me that it was his pleasure and then he drove off.

I grabbed my suitcases off the ground and I went into the hotel. Inside I went to make a reservation and a very pretty young redhead was at the counter. I read her name tag and it said her name was Sarah. She was younger, probably in her early twenties. She had freckles on her face and very pretty eyes.

I asked her about a room and she unfortunately said they did not have any vacancies. I told her I had cash but she said unfortunately nothing is available. I went to turn away and then she called me back. She told me that I looked desperate and in need so I could have her room for the night. She asked me how much I could pay and I lied and told her $200. She accepted the $200 and handed me her room key and then blushed. I could see that she was interested in me.

So I asked if she was going to be spending the night with me in her room. She blushed again and said she has a couch she can sleep on. I then walked behind the counter to surprise her and kissed her full on the lips. I felt her nipples stiffen as I pulled her in for a quick hug. I also felt my pussy get wetter after she started to kiss me back. Smiling I asked her when she got off for the night and blushing she smiled back and said in about 15 minutes. I then made sure to tell her that I will see her in her room after her shift and I kissed her again. Walking away she asked my name and I said Rachel.

I took the elevator up to the fifth floor and I found the room. I opened the room to see a young woman's room as I figured Sarah had to be probably 21 or 22. I looked into a full length mirror in the room and got a better view of it myself. My body was the body of a late 20 something year-old year-old. My hair was dark brown and on my shoulders. My brown eyes were almost hypnotic. I went to undress when I heard the door open. It was Sarah.

She looked at me and walked over without a word and started to kiss me again. As we kissed my hand started to get bold and I touched Sarah's tits. They weren't as big as mine but they were enough. She started to moan and then she grabbed my dress and started to take it off me. I then grabbed her uniform and unbuttoned it to see her tits in a pretty flowered bra.

As I took her clothes off, I admired how firm her body was. I then threw her on the bed and finished undressing her. I laid her on her back and then started to suck on her toes. I then started working my way up her legs. When I got to her pussy, I noticed the way her hair was shaved. She had it in a heart shape. I started to kiss up her tummy and then each nipple.

I then started to kiss her lips again as I kissed her, I put two fingers in her soaking wet pussy. She started to squirm and moan then I went down on her and started to suck on her clit. She moaned even more as I then took my tongue and licked her to her first orgasm of the night. She then told me to lay down.

As I did she started to kiss me all over then she took her tongue and started to lick my pussy. I couldn't believe how good this felt. She then stuck her tongue inside of me and I exploded into my first real female orgasm. After we both orgasmed again Sarah pulled out a dildo from a drawer and fucked me with it all night.

After we were done Sarah smiled and told me that I was the first lesbian experience she ever had. Matter of fact I was the first female she was ever attracted to. I smiled and said she was my first lesbian experience also and by far better than I ever imagined. We laid in each other's arms until morning's first light.

In the morning she made breakfast for us and tried to return the $200 I gave her. I refused to take it back as she let me rent the room. She kissed me again and said that I could stay as long as I like. I thanked her and told her that I was going out to buy some clothes but I would take her up on her offer.

After that I got dressed and went back to the local mall. When I got there, I had all my credit cards and cash. I went from store to store and purchased everything I would need from clothes to underwear, to shoes, and even makeup. I was about to leave the mall when I again saw Evie's Emporium. I stopped in to look at the clothes and the accessories there.

I saw Mara this time she was helping a very handsome male customer. I also saw Erica helping an older woman with clothing this time. I was looking at collars when I was approached by another woman. She told me her name was Evie and that she was the owner of the Emporium. I asked what they did here at the store and she told me that she loves to bring out ones inner bitch and make dreams come true.

I then went and thanked her and told her what a life-changing experience this store has been. I then purchased a few more items including a couple collars, some more permanent elixirs and even something called SimpX. You never know when you might need something I thought. I then left the store and walked around for a little while.

I then went back to the hotel to wait for Sarah to get off of work. I had bought some groceries and decided to make her a wonderful dinner. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I could see Sarah behind the counter helping someone with their reservation. I just smiled at her and went back to our room. When I got back to the room, I pulled some items out of my bag, put my clothes and shoes away and then took a long sensual bath touching myself the entire time thinking of Sarah.

After my bath I started to make dinner. I made pasta and pulled out some red wine that I bought. When Sarah finally came in, I watched her eyes bulge out. I was sitting on the couch in a brand-new pair of blue lingerie and sitting on the table next to me was our dinner. She started to head over to the bedroom when I stopped her. I told her to come on and eat first and then we can play. Sarah blushed and then sat down.

As we ate, we talked about each other's day. I told her how I went to the mall and made a bunch of purchases. I then told her that I was looking for a new place to live and maybe even a job. I asked her if she liked what she was doing. She looked at me and said she hated her job but this is the only job she knew. Then I told her I came up with an idea: what if she didn't have to work, what if neither of us had to work? She looked at me very inquisitive and said what do you mean? I then pulled out a bottle of Elixir.

This bottle will change your life like it did for me. I was a nobody going nowhere, then I took this bottle and I became a goddess. How would you like that to happen for you? Sarah smiled and asked me how so I handed her a bottle of elixir and I told her to drink it. Sarah, with no question asked, drank it down and then she began to change.

Her hair grew out and got darker almost like a blood red, her body grew out to make her almost the same age as I am. Her eyes became more vibrant and looked incredible. I then went back into my bag and grabbed a magic collar.

This collar said evil bestie on it. I asked her if she wanted to wear it if she wanted to be my evil bestie, Sarah grabbed it and threw it on her own neck and I knew we were meant to be. She also asked me to call her Delilah from now on. That night we took turns using the strap on i bought and fucked each other all night long. Right before we fell asleep I looked into Delilah's eyes and knew that she was the one that I truly loved.

The next day it was time to put my plan into action. Delilah and I left early from the hotel on her day off. We went to visit my friend Robert. Robert was a millionaire who lived in a giant mansion with many servants. When we got to his place I knocked on the door and his Butler answered. I told him I wanted to see Robert that I'm a friend of a friend and I gave him Richard's name. Robert immediately came to the door and let us in.

I pulled Robert into his living room and talked to him and told him that myself and Sarah wanted to show him the time of his life. So, Robert then let us into his bedroom where we all undressed and had three-way sex. While Robert was resting, I decided to put my plan into action. I took out a vial of SimpX and poured it down his throat.

The change was almost immediate; he had gone from a 6-foot man to a very feminized 5'2 sissy. His hair had grown longer, gone from a sandy brown to a very dark brown.

He was still naked from our sexual adventure so I could see his cock shrink till it's just a little cockle. When he woke up, I put a magic collar around his neck that said slave and locked his cockle in a cage. He immediately addressed me as mistress and asked what he could do to service me. I pulled out more of the magic collars and told him to call in his servants one at a time as they will soon be mine. Robert agreed and I proceeded to turn his Butler into a female slave. And then all the maids into my slaves also.

Almost a month later since we moved in with Robert. Delilah  and I have not been happier. We have sex every night in front of Robert while he has his cock caged. I keep thinking maybe to use the elixir on Robert but not yet. I happened to be resting outside by the pool when I saw a very familiar face show up next to me.

I saw my ex-wife Victoria and my daughter Amanda. They came to see Robert. It appears that my ex-wife and my daughter had used elixir from what the sissy Robert told us and were using their elixir bodies to fuck him for money behind my back.

I started to talk to Victoria and asked her if she was married. She laughed and said no, my husband disappeared almost a month ago. Then she started to laugh. He was such an idiot, she said.  I asked her what she meant by that and she told me that she had Robert tell him about AdoniX. So she knew her husband would be interested in buying it since she hasn't been interested in him in years.

I laughed too, yeah what an idiot I said then what? She told me that she then had my daughter sneak into the bedroom and change the vials from AdoniX to a permanent Elixir. She could only imagine what her husband looks like now. We laughed about it a little bit more and then I asked her if she would like to see a new room in the house.

She said yes and she followed me. I introduced Amanda to Delilah then pulled her aside and told her my plan. I had Delilah show Amanda her bedroom. When Victoria and I reached my bedroom I pushed her down on the bed and knocked her out. When she awoke she asked me why I did what I did . I just looked her in the eyes and told her “Thank you, you stuck up bitch!”

“I love my new life now”, she then had a look of fear in her eyes that made my pussy very wet. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she realized it was me. I said” I love being an evil bitch. I get to fuck a woman I love and now I get my revenge on you. You worthless cunt.”

She tried to get up to hit me but then realized that I had tied her to the bed. I then went to my closet and got out the slave collar. I threw it around her neck. I kissed her once more on the lips and told her I want a divorce. I then had an evil smile and said welcome to slavery bitch. Meanwhile in Delilah‘s room she did the same thing to Amanda.

Less than a year later Delilah and I got married. I love the way that she treats my ex-wife and my daughter. She treats them like the worthless slaves they are. That was something about her that absolutely turned me on.

I gave them both my ex-wife and daughter permanent Elixir and used two more collars on both of them, the slut collar and also the bimbo collar. They both work at the local strip club making money to bring home to me.

Robert, I decided to turn him into Roberta. I gave him elixir but again used the slave and slut collar on him or her. She actually is now my personal maid. Also my three friends I alluded to earlier, are enjoying their new lives and couldn't be happier! I love my life now and just to think at one point in time I was a little tired of life.

Also my three friends I alluded to earlier, are enjoying their new lives and couldn't be happier! I love my life now and just to think at one point in time I was a little tired of life.

If it wasn't for Evie , Erica, Mara, all the other writers who bring out the best in transformations this wouldn't have been written.

Thank you all

[kohentv]

Critical Role

Okay, so normally this blog is just admin for @chaossagaproductions , but not today. Today its truly my personal blog. So a little background, about three years ago now, I stumbled upon a sound on the clock app about a little robot using himself as a shield while being welded to a car in dnd. I was like wth is this and I must watch it; turns out it was from a little show called Critical Role, more specifically their third campaign featuring Bell's Hells. I'm so thankful I started watching these nerdy ass voice actors playing dungeons and dragons.

You see a few months after I started watching, my grandpa died only six months after the other one had passed in the summer, and the same day he died, I got suspended from college. So in one day I lost my grandpa, my school, and my apartment since it was school housing. It was a very dark time for me.

But I was able to find laughter and joy with these talented nerdy ass voice actors that have no idea I exist. I was able to find a new job, at a chain coffee store, after I moved back home, and even get my CNA license (Though I don't use it too much during my current job), and when I was ready, I was able to quit the chain coffee shop. I wasn't scared even when my job at a local hospital fell through. I kept pushing through because I had been changed by the story of Bell's Hells, and the Mighty Nein.

Guess what I'm trying to say is this: though tonight is maybe the last time we're going to see the Bell's Hells, their story of resilience and strength will live on in and through us, and we have been changed because of their powerful story. And though I don't know what the future holds, for myself, or the team at Critical Role, I do know one thing; how you feel about any of the stories the cast and crew have told us, how you have been changed by them, can never be taken away.

I believe every story leaves a bit of itself in the viewers/readers who choose to participate in the enjoyment of the story. It changes you just as you pry change it just a little bit. and aint that just the coolest thing? We tell stories to feel connected to one another, to change the world around us, to leave an impact when we go; to leave the world better than when we found it.

So whatever happens tonight, I know it will be one hell of a story, can't wait to see how it goes.

[buddiebeginz]

I hear what you’re saying and I love and appreciate the positivity but I’m just tired at this point. It feels like Fox all over again where its roads leading to buddie until the end of the season when it’s suddenly *storylines drive off in a random unsatisfying direction for Buck and Eddie and their LI’s* as the network goes hahah you silly shippers. You’re insane for thinking that was happening. We have no idea what you’re talking about or why you would even think that was a possibility. (But please stick around as we gaslight you into thinking it’s happening again next season before we do this all over at the end. 😜)

I understand why you'd feel that way and trust me I've been around for all of it and been burnt by the show time and time again so I get how you feel but I do believe this time is different. I think we're closer now to Buddie than we have ever been before.

If Buddie wasn't happening I truly believe Tim would have handled Buck's coming out in a way different way. He's not stupid and he knows how much people ship Buddie. Yet he made Buck's bi awakening ep all about Eddie. He's also had Buck and Eddie more connected than ever this season. There's also been very little of B/T and T*mmy. That's not the way you get an audience to become invested in a new ship. If Tim was really all about T*mmy and B/T we would have had more development with them yet they've barely had any real meaningful conversations

I also think that there would have been so much less press about Buddie. We've had more talk about Buddie by major press sites (ones that never talked about them before) like Rolling stone and People mag than we've ever had before. Tim and ABC (and the actors) could have made the decision early on this season to answer the Buddie question a couple of times to be firm and make sure people knew it wasn't in the plans. Yet not only have they not shut Buddie down but they continue to talk about it time and time again and the response is always basically that they want to take their time and do the story right. Also remember that questions are preapproved by the network and the actors team. If they didn't want to talk about Buddie they wouldn't be like in previous seasons when most of the time they didn't.

I get being scared to get your hopes up and of being let down again I'm scared about that too. More than anything I just really want to see Buck and Eddie finally be together. Not even just because I ship them but because I know how momentous and important it will be when that happens. I'm also tired of waiting for 911 to finally bring them together but I think we just have to be patient for a little longer because Tim and the rest of them only have one chance to get this right. I know a lot of us have been waiting years but considering they just moved to ABC and Tim just came back in a way it's like we're starting over again. But that's been a good thing I think for the characters and the show and everything feels like it's on a good track for Buddie to happen way more than we were after seasons 5 and 6.

Another thing is that the closer a will they/won't they ship gets to finally coming together shows will usually up the drama so we think it's not going to happen so then when it does it's more emotionally rewarding. So whatever is in store for Buddie right now even if they have a falling out (like some of the spoilers hint to) and even if B/T make things official going into s8 that doesn't meant Buddie is off the table. S7 did the most to let us know that Buck and Eddie know each other and get each other and are there for each other more than anyone else is for them and that relationship will always shine through above any other.

Try not to let the drama in fandom and whatever happens in the finale get you down. We can and always will be able to ship Buddie and celebrate that relationship regardless of whether or not they're canon. Message anytime. ❤️

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Honestly the action that takes place in HoH is my favorite -Danny Words: 2,727 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

XXX: What Are Thooose?

"What are they?" The demigods stand together near the handrail and stare at the creatures wandering the streets of Venice. 

Jason squints. "The mortals think they're stray dogs."

"Or pets roaming around," Piper suggests. "My dad shot a film in Venice once. I remember him telling me there were dogs everywhere. Venetians love dogs."

"But what are they?" Frank repeats Hazel's question. "They look like... starving, shaggy cows with sheepdog hair."

"Maybe they're harmless," Leo muses. "They're ignoring the mortals."

"Harmless!" Hedge laughs. "Valdez, how many harmless monsters have we met? We should just aim the ballistae and see what happens!"

"Uh, no," Leo looks at Ara. "General?"

"We follow Hecate's instructions," she replies, eyeing the creatures with distrust. "Let's look for our given address, and hope they'll ignore us."

"I agree," Frank sighs, looking grumpy. "It's the only way we're going to track down the owner of that book."

Leo has the book under his arm but draws it out when Frank mentions it. The address the Kerkopes gave them is written in a Post-it. "La Casa Nera," the boy reads. "Calle Frezzeria."

"The Black House," Nico hums. "Calle Frezzeria is the street."

"That's what I said," Ara nods.

Nico raises a brow. "I thought you only knew how to catcall in Italian."

"Lily threw a dagger at me last time I did it and I figured it was time to learn for real."

"You speak Italian?" Frank blurts out, looking at them.

Nico glances at him with a scowl before continuing. "Frank and Ara are right. We have to find that address. The only way to do it is to walk the city. Venice is a maze. We'll have to risk the crowds and those... whatever they are."

"Did you just admit I'm right?" Ara smiles.

"Don't push it."

Thunder booms a little ahead and Jason scowls at the nearing storm. "Maybe I should stay on board. Lots of venti in that storm last night. If they decide to attack the ship again..."

"We had venti?" Ara asks in surprise. "I didn't hear it!"

"We noticed," Nico replies. "You snored the whole night, I wonder how Leo managed to—"

"You talk in your sleep," she interrupts him before he tells Hedge she slept in Leo's room. "I have recordings."

"What—"

Coach interrupts them. "Well, I'm out, too. If you softhearted cupcakes are going to stroll through Venice without even whacking those furry animals on the head, forget it. I don't like boring expeditions."

"It's okay, Coach." Leo smirks. "We still have to repair the foremast. Then I need your help in the engine room. I've got an idea for a new installation."

"Well..." Piper looks around. "Whoever goes should be good with animals. I, uh... I'll admit I'm not great with cows."

"Those aren't cows," Ara retorts. 

"I still pass."

"I'll go," Frank says.

Leo pats his shoulder and hands him the book. "Awesome. If you pass a hardware store, could you get me some two-by-fours and a gallon of tar?"

"Leo," Hazel scolds him, "it's not a shopping trip."

"I'll go with Frank," Nico declares.

"Uh..." Frank hesitates. "You're good with animals?"

The boy smirks. "Actually, most animals hate me. They can sense death. But there's something about this city... Lots of death. Restless spirits. If I go, I may be able to keep them at bay. Besides, as you noticed, I speak Italian."

Leo hesitates. "Lots of death, huh? Personally, I'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!"

"I'll go too," Ara places a hand on Frank's shoulder and senses his anxiety. "I'm good with animals. Hellhounds and Nemean lions love me."

"What about the repairs?" Leo asks, suddenly not as amused as before. "The new installation? I wanted to teach you how to do it!"

"I'll be back soon," she assures him. "If you wait for me, you can still show me."

Ara wants to keep an eye on Nico. She can't afford to lose him, Lily would kill her. She knows how to look after him now, so that's what she'll do.

"I'll go too," Hazel says right after. "So I can stop you two from killing each other."

Nico and Ara share a look. They can't act offended, that could easily happen if they're left unsupervised. 

"All right, then," Nico turns around. "Let's go find the owner of that book." 

At some point during their walk, Nico speaks to her quietly. "Lily would've loved coming here."

"Don't remind me," Ara makes a face.

"You're too quiet about her," he points out. "You guys fought? I know Lily was against you leaving..."

"The argument was because of you, actually."

"What?"

Hazel stumbles on a cobblestone and Frank catches her, but the movement makes the cow-dogs around look up and growl. Their gazes make Ara feel sick, and she has to avert hers. 

"What are they?" It's her turn to ask with concern.

"Nice cows," Frank steps forward to protect the group. "Guys, I'm thinking we should back out of here slowly."

"I'm such a klutz," Hazel winces. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault," Nico points at the ground. "Look at your feet."

Ara and Nico move back in unison, and the roots try to follow their feet as they go. The plants are smelly, and the cow-dogs seem to like them a little too much, because the more they move, the more they pay attention to them.

"These roots seem to like demigods," Frank scowls.

Hazel reaches for her sword. "And the cow creatures like the roots."

"Don't touch it," Ara warns her. "They won't be nice if we tamper with their food."

"Don't meet their eyes either," Frank adds. "I'll distract them. You back up slowly toward that black house."

Ara frowns. "You're not staying here alone."

The plants speed up and reach their feet quickly, the creatures tense and growl. "Okay, change of plans," Frank says thinly. "Run!"

Nico and Hazel hurry to the Black House while Ara turns Almighty into a spear. Frank stands next to her screaming, seemingly trying to turn into some animal.

"No!" Frank screams at two creatures that leave the group to chase after their friends. "Me! I'm the rhino!"

"What?" Ara asks, striking one of the creatures.

"Nothing," Frank moves closer to her as the creatures encircle them. "I just... need to concentrate."

"If these were all Nemean lions, I'd have this in the bag," Ara sulks, and it gives Frank an idea.

"A lion," he says, looking up at the balcony of a nearby house.

He turns into a massive feline. Ara climbs on top of him and changes her spear to a bow and arrows, summoning Artemis's blessing. Frank jumps over the herd of monsters and as they go, Ara shoots at all the furry targets she spots in the area.

They get rid of most, but one jumps too close to Frank's face and releases a cloud of greenish fog. Ara holds her breath and moves away, but Frank is in killing mode, he roars and slashes through the creature and realizes his mistake too late.

"Frank! Frank!" Nico's screaming. 

Frank turns back into a human and Ara slips off his back. His face is reddish and he can't stop coughing. Ara searches in her Octopi bag and pulls out the piece of fabric she'd used while fighting the Kerkopes to cover her mouth and nose, then places Frank's arm around her shoulder.

"Hold your breath!" She tells him, lifting her bow.

"Ara c'mon!" Nico urges her, he's killed the cows that had tried to chase after him and Hazel.

Ara grabs three arrows and shoots to get rid of the remaining cow-dogs. When they get to the archway, she realizes Hazel is unconscious.

"She got a blast of green gas right in the face," Nico explains. "I—I wasn't fast enough."

"It's okay," Ara eases him, though she's also concerned.

"We need to get her back to the ship," Frank says hoarsely.

More cow monsters approach, and Nico shakes his head. "We'll never make it on foot. Frank, turn into a giant eagle. Don't worry about us. Get her back to the Argo II!"

"Sounds like a good plan," Ara agrees. "Maybe Hedge will know what to do."

"Your friends can't help you," says a voice behind them. "They don't know the cure."

There, in the Black House's entrance, is a man dressed in all denim. A god.

"Who are—"

"Can you cure her?" Frank interrupts her.

"Of course," the god grins. "But you'd better hurry inside. I think you've angered every katobleps in Venice." 

When they get Hazel on top of a table, Ara touches Frank's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," he brushes off the question as well as her hand.

Ara's decided that she likes Frank because he's loyal and protective of the people he loves no matter what. He is Clarisse's brother through and through, a mellower version of her, which is nice, but just like her in all the good ways.

"What were those cow things?" Frank asks the god. "What did they do to her?"

"Katoblepones. Singular: katobleps. In English, it means down-looker. Called that because—"

"They're always looking down!" Nico hits his forehead. "Right. I remember reading about them."

Frank makes a face. "Now you remember?"

Nico looks slightly embarrassed as he explains. "I, uh... used to play this stupid card game when I was younger. Mythomagic. The katobleps was one of the monster cards."

"I played Mythomagic," Frank replies casually. "I never saw that card."

"It was in the Africanus Extreme expansion deck."

"Oh."

"Used to?" Ara raises a brow. "You still play with Lily when you visit us!"

"Shut up."

The god steps forward. "Are you done, ah, geeking out, as they say?"

"Right, sorry," Nico clears his throat. "Anyway, katoblepones have poison breath and a poison gaze. I thought they only lived in Africa."

"That's their native land," the man sighs. "They were accidentally imported to Venice hundreds of years ago. You've heard of Saint Mark?"

"Saints? They're not part of Greek mythology," Frank scowls.

"No, but Saint Mark is the patron saint of this city. He died in Egypt, oh, a long time ago. When the Venetians became powerful... well, the relics of saints were a big tourist attraction back in the Middle Ages. The Venetians decided to steal Saint Mark's remains and bring them to their big church of San Marco. They smuggled out his body in a barrel of pickled pig parts."

"That's... disgusting."

"That's religion," Ara corrects him.

"Yes," the god smiles. "The point is, you can't do something like that and not have consequences. The Venetians unintentionally smuggled something else out of Egypt—the katoblepones. They came here aboard that ship and have been breeding like rats ever since. They love the magical poison roots that grow here—swampy, foul-smelling plants that creep up from the canals. It makes their breath even more poisonous! Usually the monsters ignore mortals, but demigods... especially demigods who get in their way—"

"Got it," Frank interrupts him impatiently. "Can you cure her?"

"Possibly."

"Possibly?" Frank's eyes darken, and Ara sees the Ares in him. He reaches out and places his hand under Hazel's nose. "Nico, please tell me she's doing that death-trance thing, like you did in the bronze jar."

"I don't know if Hazel can do that," Nico winces. "Her dad is technically Pluto, not Hades, so—"

"Hades!" The unknown guy stumbles back. "So that's what I smell. Children of the Underworld? If I'd known that, I would never have let you in!"

"Hazel's a good person," Frank stands up straight. "You promised you would help her!"

"I did not promise."

"She's my sister," Nico seizes his sword. "I don't know who you are, but if you can cure her, you have to, or so help me by the River Styx—"

"Oh, blah, blah, blah!" The man turns Nico into a corn plant. "There! Children of Hades can't order me around! You should talk less and listen more. Now at least you have ears."

Ara laughs in delight, and then she stops. "Wait, I'm supposed to be looking after him," she looks at the god. "Turn him back!"

"No."

Frank steps back in alarm. "You're a god."

"Triptolemus." The man smiles. "My friends call me Trip, so don't call me that. And if you're another child of Hades—"

"Mars! Child of Mars!"

"Well... not much better. But perhaps you deserve to be something better than a corn plant. Sorghum? Sorghum is very nice."

"You don't wanna do that," Ara steps in. "Listen, mighty god of..." the girl looks around the room. "Farming. I'm Ara Jackson, my friends call me Birdy so you can't, and I'm the current daughter of Olympus. We found something that belongs to you."

Frank pulls out the old book from his backpack. "This is yours, right?"

"My almanac!" Triptolemus snatches the book out of the boy's grip and reads through its pages. "Oh, this is fabulous! Where did you find it?"

"Um, Bologna. There were these..." Ara gestures at him to shut up and Frank quickly redirects his speech. "Terrible monsters. We risked our lives, but Ara knew this was important to you. So could you maybe, you know, turn Nico back to normal and heal Hazel?"

"Hmm? Oh, heal them?" Triptolemus laughs. "I'm grateful for the book, of course. I can definitely let you go free, son of Mars. And I can't touch the daughter of Olympus, but I have a long-standing problem with Hades. After all, I owe my godly powers to Demeter!"

"You're holding onto a grudge that isn't even yours?" Ara scowls. "So what if he married Persephone? Even Demeter lives with him now!"

"It's a matter of principles," he shrugs. "When Demeter went searching for her daughter, scouring the whole earth, not many people would help her. Hecate lit her way at night with her torches. And I... well, when Demeter came to my part of Greece, I gave her a place to stay. I comforted her, gave her a meal, and offered my assistance. I didn't know she was a goddess at the time, but my good deed paid off. Later, Demeter rewarded me by making me a god of farming!"

"Wow," Frank states plainly. "Farming. Congratulations."

"I know! Pretty awesome, right? Anyway, Demeter never got along with Hades. So naturally, you know, I have to side with my patron goddess. Children of Hades—forget it! In fact, one of them—this Scythian king named Lynkos? When I tried to teach his countrymen about farming, he killed my right python!"

"Your... right python?"

The god shows them his broken chariot. "You see? No good! Ever since I lost my right python, I haven't been able to spread the word about farming—at least not in person. Now I have to resort to giving online courses."

"What?"

"Triptolemus Farming University!" He says, turning his computer to show them. "In just six weeks, you can get your bachelor's degree in the exciting and vibrant career of the future—farming!"

"If we fix your stupid chariot will you heal Hazel and turn Nico back into a real boy?" Ara asks.

Trip blinks and pauses. "Fix... my chariot?"

"Fool-proof deal. We help you, so you help our friends and Demeter can't get mad at you."

"You could even give us whatever aid you can to defeat Gaea's forces," Frank suggests quickly.

Triptolemus snorts. "What makes you think I can aid you with that?"

"Hecate told us so," Frank explains. "She sent us here. She—she decided Hazel is one of her favorites."

"Hecate?"

The god's reaction tells them all they need. Ara and Frank share a brief look before the boy continues. "The goddess guided us to your almanac in Bologna. She wanted us to return it to you, because... well, she must've known you had some knowledge that would help us get through the House of Hades in Epirus."

"Yes... I see. I know why Hecate sent you to me," the god eyes them reluctantly. "Very well, go find a way to fix my chariot. If you succeed, I will do all you ask. If not—"

"I know. Our friends die."

"Yes! And you'll make a lovely patch of sorghum!"

As they exit the Black House, Ara turns to Frank. "I have no idea of how to fix his chariot."

"What!" He looks over his shoulder and then talks under his breath. "Why did you say you'd fix it, then?!"

"Because I was spacing out and I wanted him to shut up!" Ara replies defensively. "And he wasn't going to help us out of the kindness of his heart."

"Hazel is running out of time—"

"So you better start brainstorming with me."

"I have a brainstorm in my head already," he slips to the floor, holding his head like it's hurting.

Ara crouches in front of him, placing a hand on his knee to feel his emotions. He's stressed, but most of all, he's furious. "Frank, what's wrong?"

"It's my dad," he locks eyes with her. "He wants me to kill all of you."

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[sadghoststudios]

STATE OF PLAY 12/23: a little news and updates roundup!

Howdy all! Squeaking in just before the new year, I thought now's as good a time as ever for a little roundup of anything you might have missed, and what we're currently working on! Aiming to do these quarterly from now on 🫡✨

If you wanna keep up with posts like this from us without relying on social media, you can also sub to our newsletter! Promise not to annoy you. Good emails only.

Recap and news under the cut!

2023 Roundup

DemiDato

We had two releases this year, but DemiDato was the big one! For those that don't know, this game spent a long 5+ years in and out of development hell, so it was a big relief to finally put everyone's hard work out into the world back in March.

We were also lucky enough to feature DD in the Queer Games & Queer Halloween bundles this year, so even if you haven't had a chance to grab the game outright, check your itch library - you might already own it!

As for the future of our monsters, a 1.1 update is still on the cards! The bulk of it is already complete - there's some script tidying and quality of life improvements already in the WIP build, as well as a fancy schmancy CG Gallery (which you can see a little preview of in the devlog I wrote). 

1.1 development has admittedly stalled a little, as I really want to implement some animated video transitions plus an animated intro and trailer into its final build, but it's been hard to find the time to teach myself a whole new skillset while also being in preproduction for our new title (more on that in a bit!). In my head for all the years of development, the game has always had a really cheesy reality show intro with horribl(y good) graphics, just like the real life shows that inspired it. So even if the feature didn't make it to 1.0, I still really want it to happen eventually. (Plus, when we do eventually rerelease on Steam, a trailer is very important for the store page! That means it counts as futureproofing, right...?)

If you want to hear some more about what the release was like, my dear friend Kaiju of Digital Diversity interviewed me right after the game came out! You can read the interview on Digital Diversity over here.

GrandNya

Our second game of the year was a short little nugget written for 2023's Josei Jam, and devved almost solo by timepatches (hi! that's me!)

It'd been a long time since I managed to get anything off the ground in a jam setting, and I still find it a little intimidating (it's really difficult for me to get new ideas & iterate on them fast enough to meet the start deadline and recruit others), so solo dev it was! My art is hardly intricate but it gets the story across, and I'm proud of the VN as a whole - whatever you think of 'wholesome games' as a movement, it's hard to deny that we all need a cosy space now and then, and that’s the kind of story I like to tell most. And it's not like GrandNya is all sunshine, either, which you'll know if you got to the end!

I also managed to apply to Hand-Eye Society's Super FESTival with GrandNya, and was somehow accepted, which I'm still pinching myself about! What a stellar lineup of games to share a page with.

Fest aside, it was a pretty quiet release all things considered, so don't worry if you missed it! Your grandmas are still there on our itch page anytime, to give you a lil’ pocket of safe queer story to live in whenever you need it.

Intoxicated

Now for something completely different!! Despite some prior medical commitments around the jam date (which then got moved, typical), I was VERY stoked to be able to hop on the team for Kristi HusbandoGoddess' Yuri Jam game, Intoxicated!

It was an absolute blast. Turtles were drawn in the group chat for reasons I can no longer remember. It singlehandedly made me decide that I want to do more jam work on others' teams, because I forgot how fun it can be working toward a common goal in a more relaxed environment! 

And the game turned out incredible. Check it out if you support women's wrongs! ♡

Plans for 2024

[Codename BAT 🦇] (the big otome/amare game)

Oh yeah. It's big.

I won't spill too much just yet, but just know that I've had this idea as a vague plot bunny in the back of my mind for years. Then, as my dear friend Charlie and I were on VC beta testing a late DemiDato build, it came up and they were so excited about the idea that I couldn't help but start seriously thinking about how to make it.

Well. That was in March. After I took a break and worked on GrandNya, I've been working ever since on building out the world (it's set in the same universe as the rest of our library, but deals a bit more with the actual ramifications of it all, so I had to set some things in stone I haven't before). More recently I've been building out the most coherent, easy-to-follow outline I can (not my strong point, and bless my beta readers for their support while I complain about it). 

Very soon I should be able to start writing! Terrifying! I can't wait. Once I'm a fair way into the script writing you'll get to hear about exactly what I'm cooking, and I think... you'll like where we're going.

[Other Redacted Thing]

Not my project so I won't spoil exactly what it is, but I get to do some UI work for an upcoming jam project and I am SO excited! I get to work with some very familiar faces again! You'll know what it is as soon as I'm allowed to tell you 👀

What I will say is that it shares a coincidental similarity with my long project...

That's it!! ✨

Thank you for reading all my waffle (being long winded is my special talent), and for sticking with us through the inevitable periods of radio silence! We're still just little fish in a very big pond, but every time someone plays something I made and feels some type of way, I remember what the point of all this is. 

It makes me very happy to be able to share stories with y'all. Here's to more in 2024!

♡ Madi Wander (@timepatches)

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

You need to be very careful Newbae

We know where you are in New Zealand, and we know where you are remember as it was us last time as you hide from us.

If I was you I would disappear and never come back as we tried before remember we have your details.

You have been so stupid to give your details to a group on LSA as they have given us the information from last time.

You think you are smart! Stop with the consipracy theories and playing the victim as you are next!

Hello anon

Thank you for yet another death threat

I won't be going anywhere but back to the police station, thanks

I'll be sharing the doxxing threats that got sent to Maddy about Sallyp2, Belle and Disneylover from the conversation between us back when her blog name was allgoodthingschrisevans right before I lost access to my old Tumblr account and she started going off on me, and then the messages to Maddy's account stopped coming once I kicked Publish out of my private group, screenshots included.

I'll also be sharing the altered screenshot of my old Instagram account that Publish sent to me via DM claiming she talked to TheLonesomeQueen about it and proceeded to tell me that the best day of my life will be when I realise the Teacher wasn't hacked, whatever that meant, weird thing to say given she was in the Teachers secret thread group and was one of the ones who tried very hard to convince me that she had done it to herself to get attention

The people on LSA that had my details are as follows:

Brighamsbabe (only my address) Garbagexo, Sallyp2, possibly Publish?

One other I will not mention as I do not believe they are involved

The scammer CandyLove in the discord chat knows too

Oh and "Edwin" if that's what his name is, the weird thing is he knew about Sally's selfie somehow? And yet he also knows it's PR? I wonder what else he knows, he told me if I felt threatened to go to my authorities, like I said to the hackers, anything happens to me it validates my claims, and you have NO IDEA of the paper and digital trail I have stored, and with who, or where

Oh and apparently Chris' team know who I am since someone in the discord chat actually knew Megan, is that you Gully?

Or is it the UTA guy Jer we're dealing with here?

Keep in mind I'm recording this publicly in case something does actually happen to me

Keep going and I'm talking to journalists because in case you hadn't noticed, I'm done with your shit

And yes I have the screenshots of that IG conversation with Edwin too, just as I do the one with Sallyp2

How about in the morning I send out a link to the discord chat Sallyp2 and Garbagexo were both in and everyone can read for themselves

The last time I hid was because of Garbagexo sending me my name prior to the scammers discord chat ever starting or before I ever went into it, so that little detail is duly noted

It's not like anyone is sticking up for me is it?

Hey @staff

Can you look into these messages please?

I need to post them as evidence to show the authorities but if you could look into where they are coming from I'd appreciate it as this is the second one from the same people in the space of a week

Thanks

💜🪽🌟

[anandasamsara]

Need to let shit out and as i can't afford therapy anymore, here's the place

I have no idea what to do anymore. Been playing with the idea of an onlyfans or selling feet pics, but i don't have the persistence for even that. Can't pick up any commission work bc i can't draw. Can't keep the print shop bc i can't afford materials. Im considering just selling all machinery to pay the bills.

Dad's only got 500brl from his payment this month, bc he borrowed money from the bank and it's eating up his whole salary. No, i have no idea where the supposed money he's borrowed went into. No idea where he spent enough money to cut his salary in fucking half, paying 144 installments of 1500brl.

We have to pay 1350brl for the apartment, about 250 for all phones, 180 for the internet, and thankfully this month only 56 for electricity but it might have been wrong and we might still get another bill with the right amount.

Outside of that, we need to eat, and i need to pay for my new phone that i only got bc the old one was about to explode, plus our credit card is blocked bc we don't have 5k to pay it right now. The credit card was being used exclusively to buy food.

I lost my job with the psychiatrist to her new computer, mom thankfully still has her first husband's pension, and dad gave us 500. So we have, collectively, about 2k if i give up my savings, and then next month we're back to about 1300brl, which doesn't even pay the apartment.

Dad has a job, a public job, from where he can't be legally fired. But he's on medical leave, so he can't work extra hours to earn more. I do understand the pressure and how tired he is after almost 30 years, but he's the only one who has a job. When I started working for the psychiatrist, he dumped all of the bills on me, but i was only making 300 per week and now I don't have this anymore. He's on medical leave bc he hates the school he teaches at, and got the leave with his psychiatrist. But if he needs to go back to work, he can't change schools bc no school will take a teacher on medical leave, so he doesn't want to go back. As i said, i do understand all of his psychological issues, but why do I have to ignore mine, which are also physical, to take whatever job, but he can't go back to the job he already has?? Isn't fucking survival first? We can't afford FOOD!

I have a medical leave check for myself to see if i can get into health security benefits in a couple weeks, but what if i can't? What if they look at me and say tough luck, deal with it? I haven't had an interview lined up yet, i went physically to places to give them my resume, but im either way under or too over qualified for literally every position i tried. Jobs that just require high school level won't hire me bc im graduated at university level, and places that require uni level also want me to have at least a mastery, or 5 years experience, or both.

I don't actually want to become a cam girl or whatever, I can't do the jobs i have the means to keep bc the means are gone, im too depressed to draw anything, I can't afford higher education and i have no drive right now,

I spent the last month in such a spiral of depression, bc i can't show that im depressed or my mom's depression will get worse. My best friends sent me money and im so embarrassed about it bc i shouldn't need this kind of help at all, and it was only enough to keep up for a month in the end. I can't bring myself to take any kind of whatever job, like at a store or supermarket or cleaning bc i won't survive the pain. I can feel my health declining, im in pain all the time, my bad foot has been acting up everyday and my ok foot is also annoying me.

I can't see much of any solution for anything. I became a burden, to my parents and to myself. To everyone. If i wasn't here, maybe it would be different. Easier. Cheaper.

[luna6499]

⚠️PSA For New Users from TikTok:

Here are some helpful things I have heard or done as a way to navigate this app:

Reblog things. Likes are ok but the Double tap does Nothing for reaching ppl here. For content to reach more people - Reblog it.

This app is text and photo based. Videos do ok here but mostly this is for Unhinged writers, artists and bloggers as far as I can tell. Not for you? Try something else.

Say whatever you want in the tags. There is no God. No Devil. No rhyme or reason. Sure tag things that might be relevant to your post or leave an Unhinged take on something there. Honestly no real rules for tags.

NSFW and 18+ content is risky. Goes without saying for most social media, but "spicy" art kinda went through a Purge here. However fanfic is welcome! (See point 2)

Staff is not that serious. There's a semi running joke about them. Honestly just don't be a raging asshole and you'll be fine.

THERE IS NO ALGORITHM. Follow people whose content you like to keep seeing it. Works kinda like TikTok sorta ig. Instead of an FYP it is called your Dash or Dashboard. You see the content to reblog or follow. Do this by engaging with the app and seacjing for tags you like. On that note...

Don't like something? BLOCK IT. There is no reason to hate on something you don't like or that isn't for you. Again, no algorithm so if you cone across tags you don't jive with, block it.

There is no reason to censor yourself. The lingo and language used over on other apps doesn't translate here well. Plus, as above, it makes it harder for ppl to block things. A good example would be "unalive" and "sewer slide" just add in the actual words in tags or if you'd like have huge/attention grabbing (colored, folded, etc) text near the top of your posts so ppl can get what they want and leave what they don't.

Side blogs are awesome. Don't feel like cluttering up all your content on 1 blog? Make another! Keep art on one and knitting on another! Or whatever you like! People have side blogs all over the place!

Be open. Things have changed for you all just joining us, but some of us have been here a LONG time. (Ex: Started this blog in 2014 I think) Some of us are even now just coming back after not using this site in YEARS. There will be jokes you don't get, lingo and stories you may not understand. But give it enough time and I think you may end up liking this funny little dumpster fire of a site that's been around on this corner of the app store and internet for a while.

If you don't know something, ask a Vet! More than likely some of us have been here a while. Ask boxes and Dms will be open for us to response in due time. Or ask a friend! Again, this place is an old home to quite a number of us. You might be surprised how much some will remember about our little hellscape.

Have some fun! This is the Wild West of social media apps. There's a few rules, but in truth we're beat to hell and back but we're still here and probably will continue to be for a while.

We don't want to be "relevant" or "trending". I can't guarantee you can get paid or even viral here, but you find your little niche and enjoy the content as you like, just don't be mad if you can't go viral or start something new here. It's a place of being ourselves and helping each other discover new fandoms, ideas, etc without worrying about what content we churn out.

Other than that... can't say much else. Feel free to look around for others showing y'all the ropes.

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[thesinglesjukebox]

TATE MCRAE - "IT'S OK I'M OK"

No, really, we're fine. We're FINE.

[4.69]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: She's on a world-conquering run as our least essential pop star -- the sounds here are big and confident, but everything else seems actively anti-hook; her delivery swallows up all her best lines, the frantic intonation on the hook less indicating a louche coolness and more sounding like she realized midway through she was slightly offbeat. At its best, this sounds like a demo for some more charismatic figure -- a remix could give this a purpose! [4]

Will Adams: Tate assures you she's fine, but the beat says otherwise. The gigantic drums recall the of crowded-ness of "Tipsy," the pecking synths recall the laser-focus of "Me & U." "It's ok, I'm ok" is, well, okay as mid-aughts throwback; it could've been better with some intelligible vocals. [5]

Alfred Soto: How you respond to this Ariana Grande-fied example of post-therapy pop will depend on your taste for Tate McRae's barely there squeak. She shows more panache in the video, where she moves like a practiced TikTok influencer. [6]

Harlan Talib Ockey: “It’s ok I’m ok” suffers from “Look What You Made Me Do” syndrome, where a strong, dramatic pre-chorus collapses into a repetitive chorus with far less energy. The lyrics do have an interesting premise, with McRae warning another woman about her useless ex, but the entire second verse could’ve used a line editor. Actually, the pre-chorus is the strongest part lyrically, too. And vocally, since McRae sounds like she’s struggling to keep up with some of the vocal runs in the verses. And production-wise, with its lightly menacing synth pads. In short, keep the pre-chorus, maybe rework everything else.  [4]

Taylor Alatorre: The title, with its double-talk defensiveness, reads less like a confident strut and more like a shaky reply to the new girlfriend's debatably sincere attempts at consolation ("sorry I took your man…?"), which puts a damper on whatever karmic power play is meant to be felt here. And if McRae doesn't want me reading that much into it, she should consider singing in a way that makes looking up her lyrics sheet feel less like uncovering the Rosetta Stone.  [3]

Grace Robins-Somerville: This is beyond cursive singing -- it's like the paper's been soaked through and the cursive ink is running to the point that it's indecipherable. Every time someone tries to push the Tate McRae second-coming-of-Britney narrative that's been forced in waves over the past two-ish years, it's the closest we get to living in a real-life version of HBO's The Idol. Remember The Idol? I kinda miss The Idol.  [2]

Katherine St. Asaph: Extremely 2000 Max Martin in sound -- those synth stomps are vintage "It's Gonna Be Me" -- but not in structure; Cheiron-era Max would never have allowed the final chorus to dissolve into ether. I'd love to hear the song where she realizes she isn't ok and snaps. [7]

Jel Bugle: It’s very Britney! I don’t think Tate is going to trouble the upper echelons of pop with this one. It’s a pleasant enough bop, but somehow the title of the song describes everything perfectly (was this intentional?). I wanted to like this more, but there is nothing that hooky here. [6]

Dave Moore: Louie from the Pop Pantheon podcast went viral the other day pointing out that this sounds less like Britney Spears and more like Ashley Tisdale, but a seasoned mid-aughts C-list teenpop connoisseur could tell you this song would have gone to Vanessa Hudgens. And the shoe fits -- "basically what we're going to do is dance" is Tate McRae's whole thing! [5]

Aaron Bergstrom: Faithful "Me & U" homage over store-brand "Grindin'" drums, a perfectly fine idea for a pop song that doesn't seem to have moved beyond the idea phase. [4]

Nortey Dowuona: Is Ilya secretly on pgLang? Is this pgLang trying to make a play for the pop charts? Cuz it's well produced, slick too, but the main voice is so thin and childlike it doesn't register. pgLang could've just released the Bri Steves and Baby Keem song instead. [2]

Ian Mathers: Pre-COVID, for years, I used to do a lot of music trivia at bars. My team was pretty good! I've got a trophy from when we won the summer-long tournament run by the hardest one we went to. There's a fair amount of "name that tune from a snippet" type questions in those. This feels like one I would have a tremendously scoring any points on, even for artist. [5]

Mark Sinker: Don't care was made to care.  [8]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox]

[dadddybangtan]

Metanoia | ch. four

cw: mentions of mvrder

word count: 1.4k

a.n. fluff

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The drive is long and he plays music of his taste. Old, cringey K-pop bullshit. Again, he radiates the energy of a party clown, not a druglord's vice. We race passed a sign that reads "Busan City Limits." The view is gorgeous, the prettiest landscape I've ever seen. Spacious, lively, youthful. Over run by drugs, of course, but in the fun, experimental way. Not the highly addicted, near death way like where I'm from, Gangbuk.

"Okay, Jimin, now that we're here we have to begin the first phase of your job."

I take a deep breath through the nose, still looking at the view. Such green trees and vibrant flowers. The sky is even clearer here.

"You were smart not to pack anything more than a backpack. We'll have to get you a new wardrobe anyway."

It's not that I was smart, it's that I simply have nothing to pack. But I'll take the compliment. Anything that can make me seem more competent can benefit me. The idea of a new wardrobe equally terrifies and intrigues me.

"And a haircut, jeez." He adds.

"Why?"

"We're gonna be undercover, staying in Daegu for a while. My plan is to get you as close to the target as possible. Close enough to kill," He explains, "And in order to do that. You have to look, well, like someone he'd keep close."

"Richer."

"Exactly."

I scoff. This is just like my risky job back home. Except the date doesn't get to wake up the next morning to all their shit gone. He doesn't get to wake up at all.

We pull up in front of a huge mall. He parks on the curb and I follow him to the entrance. Inside, I look up and around at the grandness of this place. It's spacious, yet boisterous. There's money pumping through this place and it shows. From the marble floor my worn out shoes slip on to the clean cream walls that store front pop off of.

"Stop looking like a tourist." Jin barks.

I fix my eyes forward and continue to follow him.

"You'll need a decent amount of casual wear and formal wear, mostly formal. Most of your mingling will be done at extravagant parties," He cuts a left into a mens suit emporium, "Five should be a good amount, yeah?"

"Uh," My eyes latch onto a particular suit, a dark blue velvet statement piece. It's breathtaking, "Yeah, whatever you say."

Jin comes to stand next to me and goggle at the suit as well.

"I don't expect you to know how tacky that really is."

I curl my lips at the dig. I don't let it get to me, he's supposed to make sure I don't look like an idiot. Perhaps, when the job is done, I'll buy it for myself.

"Then again," He adds, stepping closer and rubbing the back of his hand on the velvety material, "Its eye catching. Which will help you lure him."

He wriggled his two fingers in the air to call the tailor over.

"Add this one to the tab please. Size..." He trailed off, looking down at me, "Small."

"Will all the suits be small today, Mr. Kim?"

He nodded and started blindly picking the rest of the ensembles. Mostly black, some navy, but the one I'm most excited to wear is that velvet one. I'm sure if Tae saw me in that he'd swoon.

"Have them sent to my residence promptly." Jin said as he set his black card on the table and the man swiped it. The receipt ticked out of the machine and when Jin took it to sign, the total alarmed me. I've never seen a receipt with that many commas.

Jin starts to leave the store and I follow.

"Don't forget to give daddy some sugar." The tailor remarked with a low chuckle.

My skin boiled with anger. He thinks i'm some sugar baby. I've never been and I never will be some accessory for a rich man.

"Excuse me," I say, turning around and interrogating the young man, "What the fuck did you say to me?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing." He snickered again.

Jin grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. I gave the man one last clawing glare before I turned around completely.

"Don't take shit like that personally."

"But I'm not a fucking sugar baby."

He stops us in the middle of the mall. He looks straight into my eyes with a calm intensity. His eyes serious and my mouth parted.

"I know that. You know that too. Don't you?"

I nod under his gaze.

"Then why does it matter if some suit seller knows it?"

"It- Well it doesn't."

"That's right. Do you know his name."

I shake my head.

"Right. And do you care to know his name?"

I shake my head again.

"Good. He doesn't even know your name. He knows that mine was engraved in a black card and I was paying for you," He said with a grin, "He's just jealous. So don't let it get to you, okay?"

I don't say anything else. We browse some more stores and I pick out the casual clothes he was talking about. I end up walking out with six shopping bags, Jin holding a bag of shoes. We gather in the car again and he takes me to a hair salon nearby.

"Let me do the talking." Jin insists as he opens the door to the salon.

"Seokjinnie," A woman says as soon as we walk in, "And guest? How are you?"

"I'm well, thank you, Jessi. This is Jimin by the way."

"I'm assuming the cut is for Jimin here? You got yours done last week and you still look fresh."

"Yep, just make it neat. Clean up the edges and sharpen up the undercut." Jin orders.

Jessi hums, leading me into a chair. She puts a smock around me and rests her manicured hands on my shoulders. Despite her dolled up appearance, from the pouty lips, bright pink nails and flawless makeup, she seems very welcoming. Like someone everyone comes to for advice.

"I think we should lighten your hair. What do you think," She asks, playing with the long strands that fall over my face, "I mean black is nice but your skin tone is begging for a platinum blond."

I gasp. I've never bleached my hair before. I've never even considered going blond.

"God, Jessi, no. Just the cut will do."

"Jin, I don't know who this boy is. I don't know why he's here. I don't know anything. All I know is what will look good," She says, turning around and pulling out a bottle of bleach, "And I know that you trust me."

Jin rolls his eyes and takes a seat on the waiting chairs.

"Do what you will." He settles.

After about three hours of coloring and cutting  the reveal awaits me. Jessi is dramatically slow with it, edging me with anticipation.

"Honey, I swear it to you, you never looked better. You're a lady killer, Jimmy." She says.

She twists the chair to the vanity and I finally see myself. Yet I don't look like myself at all.

"Oh my god." I mutter.

My jaw line somehow looks more prominent. I knew I was decently attractive before, but now I feel sexy. Unbelievably sexy.

"You look good, kid," Seokjin comes up and puts his hand on my shoulder, "Now let's get going."

Jessi takes off the smock and meets Seokjin at the counter.

"I'm not used to you bringing in project boys." She says, typing up the receipt.

"He's not a project boy, he's my partner."

"In crime? Lord knows you're too difficult to love someone in your jurisdiction."

That statement interests me, yet I can't pin down what it means exactly. Jin takes out his card and hands it to her comfortably.

"Watch it, Jessi." He says darkly in a way that scares me more than her.

"Alright alright, I won't pry," She says, swiping the card and giving it back to Jin, "It was fun working with you, Jimin."

"Thank you." I said bashfully. Though I'm sure she doesn't mean to, she comes off more flirty than I can handle. I don't hate it. I think I just get shy because it conflicts with my sexuality.

Getting back into Jin's car, I can't stop myself from pulling down the sun shade and flipping the mirror. I'm not obsessing over myself, I just can't believe I look so good.

"Alright, we're going back to my place to get ready for the dinner. Think business casual. Heavy on the casual."

"Got it." I say, taking in one last look of myself before closing the mirror. I bite back a smirk and lean back into the seat.

[underturnedapplecart]

My Grandfather, Terry, was one of the pastors of the church! His church had fun music, and he hugged and kissed everyone that approached him. Without discrimination. Grandpa's church was awesome. Words projected on the screen, and people danced and harmonized and it was FUN. They had a live rock band every week! No one left Parkway church in a "down mood." Grandpa was personable, and positive, and warm. His favorite song was titled, "When we all get to heaven." He had this idea: Jesus said, throw out all the rules, we ALL go to heaven. Come to church, and Pastor Terry will tell you why you deserve a spot in heaven. No rules, no requirements. There's a spot for you. That was Jesus's thing: There's a spot for you in heaven, so stop worrying about it. Celebrate that heaven is there, so you can live life freely! Jesus said it: EVERYONE belongs in heaven now. End of story! Really, the rest is just fluff. It's fluff!

Naturally, preaching radical acceptance, brotherhood, and love for all was challenging to an audience. He (Pastor Terry) was voted out of his church by the ownership, but the congregation revolted and insisted he stay. He finished out a few more years, but I moved away and I don't know how the story ends. He passed away in the past few years, only slightly grumpier than he started. I returned to the church recently…the pastor never met Pastor Terry, but knew his name and seemed to appreciate my visit.

Thanks to him, I carry unwavering acceptance of everyone. We all have a spot in heaven. Do you want it? Just like…be nice. Jesus took care of the details, you just have to be nice. Use whatever explanation you need, just be nice to each other. That's all my grandfather wanted, to hug and kiss everyone and tell them they have a spot in Heaven. Whatever you call your afterlife, your heaven - there's a spot for you. It's reserved. Have a hug and a forehead kiss, and go be the heavenly being you are. :)

I still live this way. When a cocaine-panicked colleague showed up at my door on New Year's Eve, Pastor Ryan took over, gave her hugs and told her that she still has a spot in heaven. Even on cocaine. Even when their husband kicks them out. Even when their kids are scared. We're going to be better people, and we have a space in heaven, so it always gets better. Nothing you do keeps you from heaven.

It doesn't matter what we think of our opponents or our friends. We have to stand next to them in heaven anyway. Let's be nice to each other, and do the best we can.

Just like BeFOUUUUUUUUUR

As a baby, I was born on an Air Force base where my dad was deployed. Shortly afterward, he was sent to Diyabakir, Turkey for one year to do "SatCom." This deployment labelled him a "Combat Veteran." He didn't seem to understand that "Overseas deployment" makes you a combat veteran, despite his lack of weaponery and survival training. He had stories about Turkey:

Getting Turkish cigarettes from the convenience store. He would imitate his Turkish convenience-store clerk friend.

Playing the recorder, alone, for several hours in a computer room. And maybe others that I can't remember. He had a copper plaque to indicate his deployment in Turkey.

Mom lived with her parents in Florida for that year while my dad was deployed in Turkey. I know nothing of this time; I just know those mementos were in Florida for many years. I didn't look at them much.

When he returned from Turkey, My Dad and Mom moved (Dad was deployed to) Sunnyvale, California. I lived there as my parents divorced; I have only scattered memories of that time. My childhood friend, using Prodigy Dial-Up and BBSes, or playing in the community spaces. I saw Nightmare on Elm Street at the babysitter's. I also tried strap on rollerskates.

I couldn't have been more than four when my Dad moved from California to Florida with me. My Dad had full custody, and there were countless mementos to "Merry Christmas - Ryan - 1989" Silly the elf, a treasured stuffy with a loose nose, had something like that written in magic marker on his apron. There were photos of me in my Halloween costume, too, as a Dragon. I don't really remember the transition - in my mind, from my inception, I lived with my Dad's parents, sharing a room with my Dad. My mom's parents lived next door, and I saw them every Sunday for church and lunch.

My Mom lived in San Jose, CA all my life. I only saw her for six weeks every summer, probably a sort of mandated visitation. I flew from Florida to California every year. I was very comfortable in airports from a very young age, which might explain my ease in traveling now.

Guys I just asked for space and privacy and GOT IT, Holy shnap!

Anyway…can't celebrate that long. But. I think I might sit hungry for a little longer, to enjoy that hard-earned privacy.

I married two women friends of mine in the same way: They wanted a pastor to conduct a service that loved and cherished these people and this bond. Why didn't the government want them married? I don't know. They're still important, valuable people, and they have a spot in heaven.

[olderthannetfic]

I like algorithms. There I said it. I don't have enough friends for me to get anything new if not my algorithm. 90% of my music? Spotify harvested my date just right and showed me cool stuff. The anime I watch? My free websites saw that I liked crying. Half of my taste is because the robot overlords saw that I liked something and gave me more. I wouldn't want an algorithm on AO3, simply because it defeats AO3s core use to me. It's an archive not a social media and I use it as such.

I'm young so I know nothing else. I wasn't there when the internet was in its infancy and you found stuff through word of mouth. The thought of being a lonely, friendless person like me and trying to find new shit is unfathomable. What friends are going to recommend stuff to me if I don't have any??? The idea that I like algorithms because I'm a corporate shill and not because I think they could be amazing tools if used right is crazy.

--

To answer your actual question, many people weren't relying on friends. They were relying on reccers.

By that I mean bloggers who blogged about their movie/music/fic/whatever recommendations. Or that one clerk at the [whatever] store who knew all about everything.

When we talk about recs and ye olden times, we're not talking about friends casually dropping a rec in your group chat. We're not talking about friends at all.

[wheelcr]

hiii how are you? can you talk more about finn in ur actress dr? like what does he do in his free time or what you usually do together? I'm sooo in love with him♡

-🧚

hii nonie! i'm doing good! a lil sleepy ngl but i'm fine. also!! i can totally understand why you're in love w bambi jdhdjd i am too </3

generally, i know finn listens to music a lot. everytime i go on discord his spotify status is always displaying some country or rock song from the 80's, even when we're together he always just has to have his earphones in or he goes like batshit and starts getting really anxious hshdn

he also likes to play basketball and skate! yes, he's tried to do both at the same time on several occasions. he once facetimed me to show off him and his roommate at a basketball court, tried to shoot a hoop from behind him and just completely embarrassed himself in front of me, i was screen recording and obv i posted it to twitter ( with his consent ofc )

i know that he's a huge music geek. he's always on his guitar, always mixing stuff on his little interface thingy which is too intimidating and complicated for me to even try and understand. most of the time when he leaves his laptop on when we hang out i just see like a music editor or like google docs w notes and lyrics open, sometimes it concerns me bc hello?? do you even sleep???

lesser known fact about finn, he loves window - shopping. whether it be online or like in malls in the city, i know from his mom that he's always looking at stuff but never buys anything

and when he's not doing any of those things he's either reading some vintage comic book or some teen romance / coming of age novel, writing movie plots and dumping his ideas in his little notebook, or playing whatever videogame is popular at the time

most of the time when we hang out it's with the rest of his friends, which, as you know, consists of a bunch of loud mf vloggers and content creators so we're just listening to them banter and do goofy stuff with their dry ass humor, often having the camera shoved in our face once or twice so they can get extra views

though during the times when it's me knocking at his apartment door at 12 in the morning, or like us hanging out on facetime or on discord, we actually just sit in silence, a super comfy silence

when we have the energy to go out and actually make plans with each other, it's mostly going to watch a movie in cinemas or just on his couch, or to the mall to try and beat every kid's ass at the arcade and bag ourselves a few new plushies, which he always ends up giving to me even though he won them fair n square

whenever we go to the mall we always always have to stop for frozen yogurt, it's literally a requirement for whenever we go out. we cannot go home unless we get frozen yogurt

i always end up with like a keepsake when i hang out with him. especially if i'm visiting him after months and months of being busy with our own projects, i always go home with like a new headband or a new plushie or a new keychain

finn's love languages are definitely touch and gift - giving. him randomly handing me something, even if it's like a cheap box of chocolate from the convenience store, it's like his own little way of going 'i missed you' and it makes me smile so fucking much it hurts

anyways— other than that we're normally just dancing like idiots in our room to taylor swift or some old music, or yelling each other's ear off trying to get mvp in call of duty, or filming stupid shorts that will either never get released to the public, or are posted on my personal tiktok account that only dedicated fans will find ksjsks

[lowkeyerror]

All I Want Is You

Cheryl Blossom x Reader

Word Count: 1601

Warning: Fluffy as can be

Masterlist

Being Cheryl Blossom's girl meant that you were absolutely spoiled. The redhead often showed love through gift giving. You tried to tell her that she didn't have to get you anything and that being with her was enough, but that only made her get you more things.

She had given you enough presents during January through November to celebrate Christmas three times over. However, the most wonderful time of the year only spurred her on.

" Cheryl, it's not even Christmas yet," you spoke, admiring the brand-new Nikon camera in your hands.

" You don't like it. I was going to get the Cannon but-"

You pecked her lips," I love it and I love you, but you spoil me."

Her arms looped around your waist," What's wrong with that? I think you deserve so much more than this."

You felt yourself blushing," I just don't want you to think I'm only with you because you buy me nice things."

" Nothing is further from the truth. Just let me spoil you, my love. I'm doing this out of my own volition," she placed a kiss on your cheek.

" How can I repay you?" You spun around so that you faced the redhead.

" I have a couple of ideas," she pulled you into a kiss.

Her lips move delicately against yours while her palms dig into your waist. She's always careful when she first initiates a kiss. It's almost like she's forgotten that you've done it a million times. She gives you leeway to stop the kiss if you'd like. You don't, instead you wrap your legs around her waist. Her reaction time is perfect as she grips the back of your thighs.

You tug on her bottom lip with your teeth, causing her to groan, breaking the kiss. Her breath is shallow when her eyes meet yours.

" If we keep going, we won't do any of the cute Christmas activities I planned for us"

You kissed her nose before removing yourself from her arms," We'll continue this later"

" Whatever you want, princess"

You blushed at the name and followed Cheryl into the kitchen. The two of you had baked together many times, and that's what you assumed Cheryl had planned for you two. However, that wasn't the case this time.

" We're making gingerbread houses," she pulled out three store bought kits along with some other supplies.

" Why three?"

" Well, I figured we each make one and build the last one together," she said as if it was self-explanatory.

You smiled at her," So you want to build a home with me?"

Her eyes were shining as looked at you," You're the only one I'd ever build a home with. Gingerbread or other"

You gave her a quick kiss before starting on your house. There was no trash talk between the two of you because you already knew Cheryl's would be a masterpiece while yours would look like a child made it.

Before you could really even begin decorating, frustration was building inside you. The walls of your house kept falling down.

" Baby, help me," Cheryl was already decorating her structurally sound home when you asked for her assistance.

Cheryl chuckled at the mess of icing around your house. She stood behind you with her hands taking yours. She guided your hands to fit the pieces perfectly.

" I think the problem was that you were using the back as the side. This should pretty well," Cheryl bit her lip as she let go of your hands to observe the house.

" My hero," you swooned at your girlfriend.

She shook her head with a grin on her lips, before returning to her own house. You, admittedly, weren't working that hard on your gingerbread house. You had placed a few gumdrops, candy canes, marshmallows, and called it finished.

Cheryl was working diligently on her home. You watched as she delicately piped intricate icing designs all around her house. Her tongue poked out of her mouth as she zoned in on certain spots. You honestly loved watching her work. Her attention to detail was one of your favorite things about her.

" Are you going to just watch me, or were you planning on finishing yours?"

You pretend to be taken aback by her words," What ever do you mean? My house has been completed for quite some time now"

Cheryl glances over at your creation and then at you," Are you sure it's done?"

" Yes, if I'm being completely honest, I'm not really interested in my own. I really just want to build one with you," that caused Cheryl to stop decorating her own beautiful gingerbread house.

" Well if that's the case then I think mine is pretty done too"

" Are you sure? I don't mind watching you finish."

" I know you don't mind, my love, but I think you're right. I'd rather start on ours"

Cheryl put the foundation of the third house together and started piping the designs. You focused on the candy placement. Cheryl left little dots of icing everywhere she thought you should put a decoration, and you obliged.

When it was done, you both had large smiles on your face," It's perfect"

" Wait, it's missing one thing," you opened the fridge and took out a jar of cherries.

You plucked one out of the jar and placed it on the roof," Now it's perfect"

" I think this is the best gingerbread house I've ever made," Cheryl stated, beaming down at you.

" You're only saying that because I helped," you argued.

Cheryl shrugged," What can I say, you make me better"

" Stop being so cute, or I'm going to have no choice but to kiss you right now."

" Oh no, a kiss from the woman I love. I could never survive such a cruel fate," Cheryl closed her eyes and puckered her lips.

You laughed at her theatrics but nonetheless placed a kiss on her lips," What's next on the agenda, Cherry?"

" Snow angels, cookies, then cuddles"

After disclosing her plan. The two of you set out to complete it. The first stop was Cheryl's large backyard that was covered in a substantial amount of snow.

" So, should we just jump in or-" you didn't get to finish your statement before Cheryl tried to push you into the snow. You grabbed her wrist on the way down and both of you ended up in the snow.

She was in a fit of giggles as she rolled off of you. You were also bashful as you laid back flat in the snow.

" You're so lucky I love you," it was breathy when it left your lips.

" What do you mean, my love? I was just helping you get into the snow angel position," she says coyly as she starts making angels in the snow.

You rolled your eyes, but still grabbed onto one of Cheryl's hands so that your angels would be connected. It was freezing outside, and you could already feel yourself sniffling. None of that mattered though, as long as you were with Cheryl there would be a warmth traveling through you.

After being outside for less than 20 minutes, you two called it quits. When you went back inside, you put the cookies in the oven and went upstairs to shower.

For the environment's sake, you showered together. Though it was hard to keep your hands to yourself, you managed after a few playful looks from the redhead.

When the shower was done, you changed into matching Christmas pajamas and went to check on the cookies. You had arrived just in time, and they were perfect when you pulled them out of the oven.

With the thought of a warm blanket tempting you, the cookies ended up piled high on a singular plate. You took them up to Cheryl's room and found a home on her dresser while you two cuddled up and watched Christmas movies.

" Baby, I have one more gift for you"

You looked at her incredulously," Cheryl, if it requires moving out of the bed it can wait until tomorrow"

Cheryl placed a kiss on your forehead," Just keep your eyes closed until I say so."

You reluctantly closed your eyes and as soon as you did you felt the bed shift. There was a lot of shuffling and rustling that made you want to peek, but you preserved.

" Okay open your eyes"

When you did, your jaw immediately went slack. Your eyes felt like they were going to pop out of your head. Your heart beat intensified as you looked at Cheryl's appearance.

She was wearing a scantily clad Christmas lingerie set. It barely sufficed as coverage for anything. Your eyes were drawn to the lace bottoms that had mistletoe right above… well, you know where.

" What do you think?"

" I think this is the best gift you've ever given me."

A blush coated Cheryl's cheeks," We've done things like this before"

You shook your head and got out of the bed. You let her hands start roaming her waist. They climbed all the way up her sides before resting on her face," The only thing I've ever needed you to give me was you. I love you"

She kissed you before you could turn it into another speech," I love you too, and I think it's time for you to unwrap your gift"

At that moment there were only two thoughts swirling around your head. The first being that you loved Cheryl more than you had loved anyone else in the world. The second was that Christmas was your new favorite time of the year.