#we’re starting 2025 with this one chat

[hanakihan]

guess what hangover does to a mf fr fr

I guess I started to sketch it around hour or so past midnight and then did so and here I am applying final touches and wondering how much I drank to sit here and go ‘edsali but it’s inherent homoerotism of stars’

also fun fact project file was titled ‘ascension’

[rik0shii]

reader being the only girl member of big bang, and her and daesung secretly being all flirty and in love with each other, but they dont date, until years later , people do edits and stuff to start pointing out how they definitely liked each other which gives them the push to date, so it ends in our current year.

hope this is okay, thanks so much💜

Years in the Making

Pairing: Daesung x Reader

Word Count: ~5k

hiii i hope you like it, this was pretty rushed 😭😭 reposts and comments are appreciated!

Summary: You and Daesung have always had a connection—one that the rest of BIGBANG teased but never took too seriously. Years of inside jokes, secret smiles, and lingering touches were just part of your friendship. But now, in 2025, the internet has receipts, and maybe it’s time to stop pretending.

2006 – The Beginning

Being the only female member of BIGBANG wasn’t easy. You had to fight for every bit of respect, prove yourself just as much—if not more—than the others. But through the exhausting days of training and the pressure of debuting, Daesung was always there.

He made everything lighter, easier.

You clicked instantly—maybe it was the way you both loved to joke around, how neither of you took yourselves too seriously despite the industry’s expectations. Or maybe it was the way he always looked out for you—pulling you away from reporters when their questions became too personal, sneaking extra snacks into your bag when you were too busy to eat, keeping an eye on you even when you didn’t realize it.

And the flirting? That was just part of the game.

“You looked good today,” he’d murmur after performances, voice just low enough for only you to hear.

“So did you,” you’d reply, watching the tips of his ears turn red.

It was effortless, natural. But it was also safe. Neither of you ever pushed past the invisible line between friends and something more.

Not yet.

2012 – Still Just Friends

BIGBANG was dominating the industry, and your friendship with Daesung was as strong as ever. If anything, it had only grown.

The fans noticed it—the way you always seemed to gravitate toward each other, how you finished each other’s jokes, how Daesung’s eyes lingered on you just a second too long during interviews. Edits of your moments together flooded the internet, clips of him looking at you like you hung the stars gaining thousands of views.

The other members noticed too.

“You two should just date already,” Taeyang teased once, watching the way you nudged Daesung’s shoulder during a break in rehearsal.

Daesung laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, but you saw the flicker of something in his eyes before he shrugged it off.

“We’re just friends,” you said, the same response you always gave.

The conversation moved on, but for the first time, the words didn’t sit right in your chest.

Because deep down, you weren’t so sure they were true.

2017 – The Almost

It was late after a concert in Japan, the adrenaline finally wearing off as you and Daesung sat in the back of the van, heads resting against the seats. The others were chatting in the front, their voices distant.

Daesung shifted beside you. “Do you ever think…?”

You turned to him, his voice quieter than usual. “Think what?”

“That maybe we missed something?”

Your heart skipped.

It was the closest either of you had ever come to acknowledging it—this thing that had existed between you for years, unspoken but always there.

You opened your mouth, unsure of what you were about to say, but the van stopped, and the moment shattered. The conversation was left unfinished, lost to the chaos of schedules, tours, and comebacks.

And maybe that was easier.

Maybe pretending was better than facing what it really meant.

2020 – The Shift

BIGBANG had been through so much. Hiatuses, military service, changes in the group—it felt like a lifetime had passed since your debut.

You and Daesung still talked, of course. Always. But things felt different. There were fewer playful touches, fewer lingering glances. Maybe you were both too scared of what would happen if you let it slip.

Then one night, as you sat in your apartment scrolling through your phone, you came across an edit.

It was one of those fan compilations—clips spanning over a decade, showing every moment you and Daesung had ever shared. The way he looked at you when you weren’t watching, the way your hands always seemed to find each other, the way he smiled a little softer when you were the one speaking.

And the comments?

“How did they not date?”

“You’re telling me this wasn’t real???”

“Daesung was down BAD.”

Your chest tightened. You had spent years convincing yourself that what you had was just friendship. But watching it all laid out like this? The internet had noticed something you had spent years ignoring.

And maybe… maybe it was time to stop running from it.

2025 – The Now

It had taken almost twenty years, but here you were.

Sitting next to Daesung in a quiet café, watching as he scrolled through the same edits that had haunted your mind for months.

He looked up, expression unreadable. “So, the internet thinks we’ve been in love this whole time.”

You laughed, but it came out shaky. “Maybe they have a point.”

Daesung didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then, slowly, carefully, he reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours.

Your breath hitched.

“I don’t want to miss it this time,” he murmured.

And this time, you didn’t pretend you didn’t understand.

This time, you laced your fingers through his and held on.

Later That Year – The Interview

Daesung’s talk show had quickly become a fan favorite. He had always been a natural entertainer, effortlessly funny yet able to draw out deep conversations from his guests. His humor kept things light, but he had a way of making people open up without even realizing it.

So when he invited you on, you weren’t surprised.

What did surprise you was how openly you both talked about your relationship.

The set was warm and inviting, the audience buzzing with excitement as the cameras rolled. You sat beside Daesung on the sleek studio couch, watching him grin like he was up to something.

“So, Y/N, should we tell them who made the first move?” he asked, leaning forward with that signature mischievous glint in his eyes.

You smirked. “Technically, it was you.”

He gasped dramatically, turning to the audience. “Did you hear that? She’s rewriting history! Someone pull up the receipts!”

Laughter filled the studio.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, you want receipts? Should we talk about the time in Japan in 2017?”

The audience ooooh’d in excitement, and Daesung immediately started laughing, shaking his head. “I knew you were going to bring that up.”

You turned to the audience, grinning. “So, there we were, exhausted after a concert, sitting in the back of a van, and this man turns to me and says—”

“—‘Do you ever think we missed something?’” Daesung finished, sighing dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, I walked right into this one.”

The audience erupted into cheers, and Daesung pretended to hide his face behind his hands.

You nudged his arm. “That was basically a confession, you know.”

“I know,” he groaned. “And then I did nothing about it for years.”

More laughter.

“But honestly,” he continued, looking at you with a softer expression, “I think we were both scared back then. Scared of ruining what we had, scared of the industry, scared of—”

You nodded, finishing his sentence. “Scared of everything.”

There was a pause—just long enough for the audience to feel the weight of it.

Then Daesung brightened, turning back to the camera. “But thankfully, the internet came through for us.”

The screen behind you lit up with clips—fan edits, old interviews, even that viral comment section that had pushed you both toward the truth.

“How did they not date?”

“You’re telling me this wasn’t real???”

“Daesung was down BAD.”

Daesung groaned again. “That last one really hurts. Down bad?? Am I that obvious?”

“Yes,” the entire audience answered in unison, making everyone laugh again.

You squeezed his hand, grinning. “But it’s okay. Because we both were.”

More aww’s from the audience.

Then Daesung smirked again. “Okay, real question—who had to be the one to officially ask?”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was going. “You refused to do it, so I had to.”

“I wasn’t refusing! I was building suspense,” he argued.

You turned to the audience. “He stalled for weeks.”

“I was nervous!”

The teasing continued, but under it all, there was something soft, something warm. It was the kind of banter that came naturally, built on years of friendship, trust, and love.

As the interview wrapped up, Daesung turned back to you with a more genuine expression.

“For real, though,” he said, voice quieter, “I think it was always supposed to be us. It just took us a long time to see it.”

You felt your chest tighten, the weight of everything you had gone through settling into something right.

Reaching for his hand, you smiled. “Yeah. But we got there in the end.”

The audience clapped, the energy buzzing through the studio.

Years in the making. But finally, finally yours.

[blushingbubbles]

last-orgasm storytime -- sorry it took me a bit to write but it is...long

Sooo last night (1/31) was the last orgasm i’ll have for likely all of 2025, and i’m still fuzzy from it.

Still. It’s *checks clock* 6pm as im writing this. Still fuzzy. It happened like 18 hours ago.

The last free orgasm I had was on January 10th, and I didn’t even like it. It was rushed and short and unearned.

On February 1st, I entered long-term denial, and I wanted to cum one last time before it started.

In fact, I wanted to cum so badly that in exchange, I added 180 days to my denial. But because I added those 180 days, I started to fear that the orgasm wasn’t going to be worth it.

The last free orgasm i had sucked. I panicked that this next one would suck too, that I’d traded 180 days of denial just to regret it.

and hahahaha

i would trade 1800 days of denial for what i got on 1/31.

wc: 2600 (lol) | *exempt from forbidden words rules, and if u try to punish me for this post that i worked very hard on i will block you*

⊹₊⟡⋆ leading up ⊹₊⟡⋆

Sir & I talked on the phone for two days prior to the 31st. The first night we just talked, which got me used to his voice in my ear. The second night we talked a bit and played a bit, which made me more comfortable with his instructions & flow in a scene, which was wonderful. I would’ve had a difficult time relaxing with him if it’d been our first time speaking. But it wasn’t. It was our third, so I felt really safe & comfortable going into our call. 

The morning of the 31st I told him about my dream that centered around worshipping his cock. I told him how needy it’d made me. Sent him a picture of how wet I was. He praised me for it...and then told me I wasn’t allowed to touch until he called that night. At all.

Rude. (i kid)

To make matters worse, he sent some incredible nudes with an instruction to look at them once an hour every hour. This left my imaginative mind with some wild running fantasies. Excerpts from our messages started with “god im like whining” /  “you look so soft” end devolved to “it’d be so fuckimg easy for you to breed me” / “wanna be so full of ur cock i struggle breathing Sir” 

Believe it or not, I actually had no problem with not touching – it was like a given. He told me to not touch so even though I was feverishly horny, touching was out of the question.

The thing I had a problem with was the anxiety. It kept trying to convince me that he was going to forget or get distracted or cancel (he touched base about once every other hour to humor my feral messages, which curbed that anxiety well).

When I was making dinner though, the fact i was going to cum for the last time in 2025 that night started to get to me.

The anticipation became too much to sweep under the rug and I decided to tell him. The convo looked like this:

hi | my heart's beating really really fast In a good way I hope! i think im just excited but it does feel like anxiety It's a lot of anticipation. i dont knowwwwni dont know | It's a lot of anticipation Don't worry bubbles, I'm going take good care of you. | I'm adaptable | We'll get you what you need | You needn't worry about it, I'll be there with you and for you

 (i totally cried happy tears)

⊹₊⟡⋆ the beginning ⊹₊⟡⋆

im all fuzzy again lol. Sir called. We chatted about our days and how I was feeling. He asked what I’d laid out (a vibrating egg, a dildo, a clit suction toy). I made a joke about having a hairbrush on my bed, but it was strictly for brushing my hair before he called. He laughed and agreed there was no need for the hairbrush because we’re not in high school anymore.

First, he asked me to spread my legs to the corners of the mattress. Because of my anxiety, he knew without me asking to go really really slowly, and I'm grateful for it. He took time warming me up and talking to me in the first minutes.

He told me to repeat lines back to him -- repeating lines makes me very pliable, and that night was no exception. I might've repeated I like to show off for Sir 20 times. Afterward, Sir wanted me to spread my pussy for him too, so I did.

But then he said, "little more," which made me think he had cameras in my room. I told him this and he reassured me that he didn't. Instead, he's just inside my head. <3

The night is very hazy. I wrote this with a lot of assistance from him, but this is one thing I remember clearly: everything Sir said was a specific instruction.

He didn’t say “I want you to tease yourself” and then wait for me to explain how I teased myself. He said “take your left hand and drag it up the inside of your left thigh. Slower. I’ll give you the rhythm.”

There’s a time and subject for the “I want you to tease yourself.”

I am not the subject. So it's never the time. I’m always afraid I’m doing something wrong, so I ask clarifying questions – “like ___? Or should I _____?”

But each of Sir's instructions were to-the-letter. Because of that, I never had to worry about doing something right or wrong. There was no ambiguity, there was just the instruction.

I'd already surrendered to his dominance, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to turn my brain off entirely.

At first, he didn’t incorporate the toys. It was nails on thighs and fingers spreading wetness around.

In his words, he was playing with his food.

Eventually, eventually, I was allowed to focus on my clit. Even longer after that, I was permitted to insert my fingers. By this point, with the lengths to which he was dragging it out, I started to whine (which was exactly where he wanted me).

After that, the vibrating egg came into play.

⊹₊⟡⋆ the middle ⊹₊⟡⋆

I’d told him the day prior what countdowns do to me and why, and he incorporated them at every milestone of the night.

With the toy still off, Sir told me to run it up and down my slit. Then I had to hold it at my entrance, adding pressure without allowing it inside. He counted me down and allowed me to insert the toy, then counted me down again to turn it on.

I don’t know how it happened. I sincerely – I don’t know. After a while he gave me a break, and I checked my phone to make sure its battery was still alright and found that an hour and a half had passed. He thought my surprise was cute.

In his words: “I'm glad you're having such a good time, but this night is FAR from over."

Sir told me to get my clit suction toy out and lay it on the bed in front of me, as if to tease me. Keeping the toy turned off, he told me to press it where I usually liked it the most. Then he told me to lift it off. Then place it back on.

Once I had a grasp on exactly how to move, he told me once the toy was turned on, he would give me a number, and I'd have to hold the toy on my clit for that many seconds--but he had me do the counting.

We started on low -- the toy has like 8 settings, so the first setting is usually never enough for me to even really feel? But after all the teasing and build up, I thought for a while I might've been able to hit an edge with it.

He made me hold it on for 3 seconds. 7. 15. Between every number, the toy hovered over my clit so I could hear it and feel a whisper of it, but it wasn't enough to give me any sensation or pleasure.

According to him: I demonstrated incredible self control. Despite how good the toy felt, I always put it down when he told me to, and only when he told me to.

He had me turn it up 2 notches, and I'm pretty sure this is where the last of my comprehensive thought left me.

I literally -- it's so hazy after this, I have no idea. I know he toyed with me just like that -- making me count up to 5, 12, then 7, then 3. He continually reminded me that I wasn't allowed to cum. He also reassured me I absolutely wouldn't be punished for pulling the toy off before reaching the requested number.

The most important rule was to wait for him to give me the orgasm--everything else came second.

There was a stretch of time that I was hitting an edge by 1 -- like the moment the vibrator got too close I was chanting I can't, I can't, I can't.

It felt like an eternity of me going absolutely stupid while teetering on the edge of orgasm.

He gave me a water break after the "I can't," chanting, and this was approximately our conversation:

"You can't?" no Sir, I can't "Why can't you?" bc i don't have permission "And you need permission, don't you?" yes Sir i do i need it "You need it because you don't have a choice, isn't that right?" yes Sir that's right, I don't have a choice "Say that again." i don't have a choice, Sir

That last line was repeated 10+ times

It was incredible. He had me edge myself for him. over. and over. and over.

and over.

and over again.

In his words: It was about 38 edges in just as many minutes.

I remember going nonverbal. I remember him telling me to be clear with the numbers, and I recall that being the hardest part -- because my lips and tongue no longer wanted to work. 

Babygirl, you're mumbling again! I need you to speak very clearly into your mic.Yes Sir, i understand

I started to get fuzzy. If you remember the old-school televisions -- whenever you would turn them off, that collection of static hovered across the screen. You could collect the static in your hands?

I felt like I'd swallowed it. That static blanketed my mind. My tongue was numb. My mind was buzzing. I was incoherent. I've never felt anything like it.

⊹₊⟡⋆ the end ⊹₊⟡⋆

From beginning of the call to the orgasm was over 2 hours. 2 hours he teased me. Denied me. Played with me until I was on the edge and made me wait there. I felt what was left of my brain disintegrate. turn to mush. slip out between my thighs.

(thank you Sir for helping me to recall this part)

Babygirl, you've been perfectly obedient for me tonight. (a long drawn-out whine) I'm very proud of you, of your self control. Are you sufficiently fucked out? Is your head all fuzzy now sweet girl? Can you even understand what i'm saying or are you too much of a brainless whore? (generally affirmative and giggly slut noises) I think you've earned your orgasm. *voice cracking* really? You have my permission to cum. We are going to change the rules of play now. Do you understand?  Yes Sir, I understand, thank you.

There was more in there, but I can't remember when -- he asked me if I still wanted it, and i didn't know the answer anymore. I wanted to say yes -- i wanted it so badly, but I was so fuzzy all i could think was only if you want me to.

Like I was no longer in a space that needed the orgasm - i only needed to make him happy.

it was the same game. hold the vibrator on the clit for the number of seconds he wanted. But the rules had changed. This time he would do the counting ( i loved the counting )

and this time, I was allowed to cum.

however -- the count didn't end when I orgasmed. the count ended when the count ended, and I had to keep the vibrator on until then.

he started with 3 seconds. Before this, I'd been hitting the edge in 3 seconds. But knowing I had permission to cum it felt different -- stronger of an edge almost?

The count ended.

Sir stressed again that I was allowed to cum. Then he counted down from 5 seconds? Or maybe it was 10?

The edge was right there, but the orgasm still felt so far away. The release was being stubborn. Maybe my body didn't feel like it was real?

He said again

Babygirl, you're allowed to cum. Sincerely.

Then he counted down from 20, dragging each number out to his liking.

Maybe I was scared of cumming too soon and overstimulating myself? I'm not sure. But my orgasm held and held and held. It did not want to release.

It sat like a boulder on a cliff, just one breath from falling off and giving me what he ordered. But it didn't budge, and there wasn't anything I could do. I was getting upset with myself by the time he hit 12.

When he hit 10, I discovered the issue.

It wasn't enough for him to give me permission to cum beforehand. I needed it while I was on the edge. The realization hit me so hard I would've fallen over had I been standing. With the time counting down, the pleading spilled from me. I don't even remember what came out of my mouth. He told me it was very very pretty though.

He had reached 6.

Please Sir i need your permission, I need you to give me permission again. I need it I need it.

Cum for me babygirl.

Relief was simultaneously like lightning and a flood through me, and it shoved the stubborn boulder right off the cliff.

There were 2 waves to the orgasm. The first wave was on the "5," the second was when he said "2."

After the second one I kind of blacked out a bit.

But I sincerely don't.....recall...all I know was it was (bar none) the most powerful and most perfect orgasm I've ever had <3

⊹₊⟡⋆ after/care ⊹₊⟡⋆

I cried. i had a feeling i would -- the anticipation + my anxiety + the orgasm was a huge release. my tears slipped into my headphones and they started to fizzle and crack out on me. He told me to stay in bed, but I wanted to find my other pair.

He was right to tell me to stay lying down -- I got dizzy when I stood up.  

He praised me for how good of a job I did which made me want to cry even more. I thanked him like a million times. He thanked me a million times, and he told me to drink my juice.

We talked about all 2 hours of the call. From the teasing to the egg to the counting to the vibrator to the permission to the begging. He filled in some hazy spots I'd already forgotten in my edged-out state.

I stressed that I wouldn't have changed a single thing about it. I had a lollipop, and i fell asleep talking to him on the phone. IT WAS PERFECT AND IM SO GLAD I TRADED 180 DAYS OF DENIAL FOR IT I'D DO IT AGAIN IN A HEARTBEAT.

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 9

Auditing Your Relationships

Hey Goddesses! We're going to talk about something really important, but often overlooked, our relationships.

Our connections with others play a massive role in our happiness and growth. But life gets busy, and sometimes we put those connections on autopilot. That’s why today is all about doing a relationship audit. Think of it as checking in on your “connection bank” and making sure the important ones are thriving.

Pull out your journal (or open your Notes app), and let’s dig in.

1.Reflect on Your Circle

Ask yourself: Who are the people in my life right now? This isn’t about judging anyone; it’s about awareness. Write down:

People you talk to daily.

Those you lean on when life gets tough.

People you love but maybe haven’t connected with in a while.

Now ask: How do these relationships make me feel? Energized? Loved? Drained?

To keep it simple, create three columns in your journal:

Nurture: Relationships you cherish and want to pour into.

Reassess: Connections that feel one-sided or unhealthy.

Reconnect: Those you’ve unintentionally drifted away from but miss.

2.Strengthen Your Core Relationships

Think about the people in your Nurture column. These are your VIP, your people. Ask yourself:

When was the last time I told them how much they mean to me?

Have I been truly present when we’re together?

Now, pick one small thing to do for someone this week:

Send a random “thinking of you” text.

Plan a coffee date or video call.

Leave a sticky note of appreciation on their desk or mirror.

Sometimes, the smallest gestures speak the loudest.

3.Address Strained Connections

Relationships in the Reassess column can be tricky. Maybe it’s a friend who constantly cancels plans or someone whose energy doesn’t match yours anymore.

Here’s the thing: it’s okay to outgrow connections. It doesn’t mean you don’t care about them; it just means you’re prioritizing your emotional health.

This is where practicing boundaries comes in.

For example:

If a friend is always negative, limit how much time you spend with them.

If someone constantly crosses your boundaries, have an honest conversation.

It might feel uncomfortable at first, but protecting your peace is so worth it.

4.Rekindle Faded Connections

We all have people in our Reconnect column, friends or family who’ve been pushed to the edges of our busy lives. Reaching out can feel awkward at first, but it’s amazing how quickly the warmth can come back.

Try sending a simple message like:

“Hey, I was just thinking about you and realized how much I miss our chats. How are you doing?”

“Life has been so busy, but I’d love to catch up. Are you free next week?”

Sometimes, it just takes one brave step to reignite a meaningful connection.

5.Check in with Yourself

Let’s not forget the most important relationship: the one with yourself.

Ask:

Am I showing myself the same love and compassion I give to others?

Do I make time for activities that light me up?

Am I proud of how I’m showing up in my relationships?

Make sure you schedule me time this week. Even 30 minutes can make a huge difference. Take a walk, read a book, or journal about what’s on your mind.

So basically...

You don’t need to have perfect relationships to feel fulfilled. What matters is that you’re trying, that you’re showing up with love, intention, and care.

Let’s commit to nurturing the connections that matter, letting go of what doesn’t serve us, and pouring back into ourselves. This isn’t about being perfect; it’s about being present.

Tell me: which step are you starting with today? I’d love to hear how it goes, let me know in the comments or send me a message.

See you tomorrow for Day 10!

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[eponymous-rose]

The 5th Annual Mass Effect 3 Multiplayer New Year's Eve Extravaganza!

It's that time again! What better way to ring in 2025 than with some co-op sci-fi shenanigans? Starting at 4 PM Pacific (about 40 minutes from when this post goes live), we’re going to keep going for about eight hours, until the clock strikes midnight for me - there will be a fun bunch of folks jumping in and out, old faces and new, and plenty of Happy New Years to be wished!

Both @loquaciousquark and I will be streaming our gameplay, which you can see in one handy-dandy place (complete with both chats) over here: https://www.multitwitch.tv/mesocyclonetvs/quarkier.

Or, individually:

Moi:

Quark: https://www.twitch.tv/quarkier

Since the tragedy of ME3 is that there are only 4 people to a team, feel free to create your own lobbies in honor of the occasion and let everyone know how your game is going!

Activities may include:

Platinum Flailing and/or Two-Handers

Cerberus Baseball

Tech Armor Only Is Fine

Oh God What Does This Button Do Again

And, of course:

ME3 Randomizer

See you there! Don’t hesitate to say hi (or drop an ‘F’, everyone’s out of practice) in the chat.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

2024 Writing Year in Review!

Thanks @commander-krios ! I tag… @darkurgetrash @redroomroaving and @purpleasters-inseptember (nvm RED YOU GOT ME FIRST. How dare you! ;) @forget-me-maybe I’m throwing you a tag instead.)

Here we go!

Words posted: 157,651

Words unposted: 5,054 (...approximately, it's hard to count bits that I think might get ripped up and rearranged!)

Total word count: 162,605

Fandoms: Barring a teeny bit of work on an Ambition: A Minuet in Power WIP, BG3 has occupied my days.

Highest Kudos: Planar Tears, at 247 kudos.

Highest One-Shot Hits: Laced Close, my Rolan x Steel Weave Tav corsetry one-shot, at 1,328 hits. You little freaks. He would look amazing tight-laced and moaning about it <3

New things I tried: Scrivener! (Excellent, never going back. Especially good for multi-chapters). Trying different voices and styles. Writing prompts (and some of them have inspired utterly delicious filth, sweetness, or both, so thank you!). Writing sprints (banging). Proper outlining (couldn’t have done this much of Planar Tears without it).

Looking back, it seems like this year was pretty successful in terms of new writing habits I tried!

Fic I took the most time on: Planar Tears. I started at the end of January, and (hilariously) thought I’d be done by October. We’re at the 70% mark now! At a conservative estimate, I’ll say I’ve spent at least 250 hours on it… but the truth is definitely far higher.

Fic I took the least time on:

Short Shorts (And Cold Beer) came to me in a vision and took approximately 3.5-4 hours to write and edit. Same for Nailed! I’m also very proud of both of those fics, which is cool. Sometimes lightning strikes and you just have to sit down and dash* out those words (and credit to Barb for providing the lightning for Nailed!)

* “dashed out” for me is a top speed of 500–600 words written in an hour. I’m a tortoise compared to some on here!

Favourite thing I wrote?

It has to be Planar Tears <3

Favourite Fics I read this year?

I’ve read and rec’d some great fics this year, but I’ll keep it to a top three!

The Northern Bastards series by @graysparrowao3 is just fantastic filth. (Aradin x Rugan, you will love them and you will hate them. As it should be!)

I loved all of the other entries in Volo’s Erotic Library, but my special shout-outs have to go to @darkurgetrash for ruining my life (negative, severe internal pain) with “Discord Daddy Rolan”, @sav-not-tav and her orb-linered Lorroakan x Tav version of My Immortal, and @littlemisscactus 's absolutely heinous Strange Ox x Tav yaoi (kyaaaaaa?!).

And finally, the omelurg trilogy (starting with research methodologies) by weathered_law is just god-tier. Beautifully smutty and absolutely thrumming with affection for these mushroom nerds. It’s wonderful.

writing goals for 2025:

Finish Planar Tears by mid-June! I am feeling the pressure of wrapping up all these plot threads nicely, but I also know it's going to be the most rewarding part of an already very rewarding project, so I'm determined to make it sing.

Publish Fingering the Fist by the end of January, and Minthara x Gale by the end of February.

Return to my original novel now my skills are stronger and the ideas have fermented a bit.

Write freakier, filthier, and hopefully better. I’m always on a quest to improve my skills; if you recommend any great craft books/blogs/videos I'll gladly read them!

new works for 2025:

The omega!Rolan/f!alpha!Tav idea from Barb has been brewing for ages and I had some great thoughts whilst chatting to @ra-scheln about it, so that’s definitely coming at some point. (Once I’ve cleared my other oneshots from the above goals!)

I’m pretty committed to writing a Catrin-POV one- or two-shot I think! I want to write more smut than we have time for in Planar Tears, and I have a pushy-sub-Rolan/top-drop Catrin idea I’d like to explore where he oversteps her boundaries and inveigles her into doing something that he thinks is hot but she thinks is dangerous. I love exploring kink communication and conflict, what’s new ;)

Lennie! Poor Lennie! I have tragically neglected her, but the ideas have been stewing and I really want to get them down. So expect awkward car sex and another steamy spanking soon. <3 (I also need to make an OC reference so I can get some art of her picking Rolan up like the weightlifting hottie she is).

(This whole section is really an ode to the way a good idea will age until it’s ripe enough to write. I love those, because I often find when you DO sit down to write them, they come out quickly, and I can't wait to bash them out once my current queue is done!)

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (2/7/2025) Episode: At the Dance

The dance had finally begun, and the couple found the auditorium packed with school friends, some of whom would be prom royalty later that night.

“I’ll have to find Gretchen at some point” Skye told Elyse as they filled out their ballots. “We’re going to get some photos and an interview with the sims who win prom court for our special prom edition of the newspaper.”

“I wonder who it will be” Elyse mused, “… not one of us, obviously!  No offense if you had your heart set on it.”

“No; I’m a realist.” Skye replied. “If there’s two things I’ve never been, they’re popular or funny! Maybe if we were picking prom Teddy Bear.”

They finished up and started to make their way to the dance floor when they were interrupted by Octavia.

“Hey, I was looking for you!” she told her big sis. “I know you’re not into the goth scene anymore, but my girl Dana is all about it these days and she wants to know where you used to like to shop. Can you help a sister out?”

Elyse smiled, turning to Skye to ask xem to give her a minute, only to find xem swaying dizzily. “Skye! Are you OK?”

“I’m just feeling a bit lightheaded is all,” xe told her “I’m going to rest up over there with Greyson; but I’ll be up for a little dancing afterward I think.”

“Hey there!” Greyson said as Skye stumbled over to the couch and dropped heavily onto a nearby stool. “Loving your look! Where’s your girl?”

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” Skye replied. “Elyse is busy giving Octavia’s date some fashion advice.” xe shrugged “Speaking of dates, are you flying solo? You never mentioned finding anyone to go with.”

“Well actually…” Greyson began before he was interrupted by a familiar voice. “He’s all mine! At least for this evening.”

“Betty!?” Skye turned, an odd unexpected tension blooming in xir chest as xe gave xir friend a big hug in greeting. “When did you two get together?”

“Well, we came as friends.” she said, her words and easy smile putting Skye back at ease. “We’re all just here for a good time, right?”

Greyson nodded, grinning “You can always be counted on for that. Would you believe she tried to get me to “warm up” with some rock climbing before this?” he asked Skye with a laugh.

At Skye’s incredulous “Really!?” Betty flashed xem a roguish smile. “Not my fault he picked such a stuffy outfit.” She fluffed the light party dress that showed off her adventurous physique. “He should know that sooner or later they’ll play something that calls for some dancing, like this one. I LOVE this one! Come on, let’s go!”

“OK, OK, tell my folks I love them if I don’t survive the night, Skye!” Greyson called over his shoulder, chuckling as Betty towed him onto the floor.

Elyse was still chatting with her little sister and her date, but before Skye could rejoin her a different familiar face took Grayson’s spot on the couch.

“How’s my editor in chief this evening?” Mr. Haas asked, “Having a good time?”

“Sure” Skye fibbed. Xe was honestly feeling a bit bored and lonely so far, but it didn’t feel polite to say so. “Are you here to chaperone?”

“Indeed,” his teacher nodded. “I’m glad I saw you – I just heard about about an exciting opportunity that you’d be a perfect fit for. The San Myshuno Times is offering an internship at the paper next semester and doing that during your senior term could easily lead to a job there after graduation.”

Skye was torn. Xe knew Elyse would love them both to skip college altogether, but xe really didn’t want to disappoint xir parents.

“Thank you for thinking of me” xe finally replied, “but I won’t need a job right away. I’m planning to apply to Britechester to study the culinary arts.”

“I didn’t know you liked to cook!” Mr. Haas said with a  smile. “You should still think about that internship though, it’s always good to keep your options open. I’m sure you’ll do great things either way. OK, enough “business”, this is supposed to be a party! I’ll let you get back to your evening.”

As Mr. Has left to corner other students about their future (or how handsy they were being with their date), Skye looked over at Elyse and worried.

Would she really be OK with xem going to college as she launched her art career? Would they be better off both skipping university, or both going?

The future suddenly seemed to be coming on fast and xe really didn’t feel ready for it.

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[bangtanhoneys]

GRACE TOUR DIARY: April 2nd 2025 - New York City

If there was one thing Big Hit was good at, it was backup plans. 

The news had arrived at their hotel an hour after the concert had finished and Grace had gone to bed. Weather warnings of heavy snow and wind across Chicago and New York meant there would be travel disruptions but nothing major as of yet. However, as the hour passed, more updates were coming through to say the weather was getting bad and flights had been cancelled.

There was no other way of getting to New York City in the time they needed to so the staff were looking at hiring another private plane, yet flights were banned from leaving or coming to Chicago so that was off the cards. Trains meant it was a 20-hour journey on one train and then there was logistics of it all, with staff, dancers, luggage, bodyguards and security. 

The only other option was to hire cars.

And so before 5am, ten black SUVS had been hired to carry their dancers, staff, luggage and Grace from Chicago to New York City. And that’s what Grace woke up to at 5 am. 

By 5:30 am, she was dressed, packed away and looking over the plans with Sejin who had been on the phone to the team in Korea. 

“So it’s going to take about 13 hours to drive, but that’s without stops so we’re going to change drivers around so everyone can get a rest. We have to take the longer route as the other route has major road works on it which could delay us even further. We’ve delayed the meeting with the Mayor until tomorrow as he already knows the issues and everyone else with schedules has been informed of what’s going on. I have no doubt tomorrow will continue as planned. Still, for today, we’re not taking any chances,” Sejin explained to the small team around him which included the drivers, the bodyguards, Grace’s female manager and Grace herself. 

“I can drive as well as I’ve got my international licence,” Grace mentioned and she could see everyone look uneasy. “If only to help people take a break because I don’t want anyone getting into trouble or feeling unwell because they're trying to get me to New York. If I can help, I will.”

Which is how Grace found herself with a set of keys for one SUV to start the leg of the journey out of Chicago and to Toledo, where someone else would take over the next leg of the journey for her.  It wasn’t too bad, it was a bit big the car but the radio was on and Sejin was next to her. Her female manager, Hana, behind Sejin and a bodyguard next to her. Her luggage had taken over the boot.

The American highways were easy and straight, massive trucks going past on deliveries and if they hadn’t been in somewhat of a rush, Grace might have enjoyed the drive a little bit more and enjoyed what scenery she could see. 

They pulled into Toledo four hours later and swapped drivers, with Grace now in the back with Hana and Sejin in the front still. It was 11 pm in Seoul and she sent a quick message to the group chat, knowing it wouldn’t probably be picked up by any of the boys until later on in the day.

‘Snow across Chicago and New York. Just drove for four hours to Ohio and now we’re on the way to New York. Wonder if we can stop for burgers somewhere.’

Hobi, surprisingly, was the first one to read it and answer.

‘Jin-hyung and I are out having dinner! We’re thinking of you and your burgers. Stay safe. Don’t drive like a maniac.’ Accompanying the message was a GIF of Stray Kids dancing to their song Maniac. 

There was nothing more she could do in the car other than catch up on sleep, check the weather, check the time, and talk to Hana about whatever popped into her head and by the time Grace opened her eyes again, she could see the Big Apple looming ahead.

“New York New York, it’s a hell of a town,” she sang under her breath but Sejin had heard her, causing him to laugh. It had been a long 9 hours from their break in Toledo to a small town outside of Pittsburg where they changed drivers and cars again and then another break in another small town just before they made the last part of the journey.

They rolled into the underground parking at 7 pm and they were all tired, sore, in need of stretching their legs and just in general need of a rest. Sejin had been managing their schedule with every mile of the journey and while the day had been a washout due to the weather, tomorrow’s schedule would go as planned. Up early to go for a meeting with the Mayor, a tour of the 9/11 Memorial and museum and then it would be onto Jimmy Fallon. 

Grace had never been more happy to see a hotel bed in her life and it didn’t take much for her to climb into the many layers of covers, fluff up the pillows and go straight to sleep without the usual nerves and worries at her heels. The trip across five states had worn everyone out and while the alarm was early, it wouldn’t be another wake-up call at 5 am. 

New York welcomed Grace when she opened her curtains to see the sun shining and the snow starting to melt, city workers were already out to clear up as much as they could and while the news had been reporting about the snowstorm, there were a couple of channels talking about the upcoming Grace concert. Thankfully no fans had been brave enough to try and camp outside in the horrible conditions for merchandise or catch a glimpse but there had been record sales of her two nights at Barclays Center in Brooklyn. 

The meeting with the Mayor was nothing more than a ‘welcome to New York’ and Grace posed with the Mayor and his staff, all showing finger hearts to the camera and the pictures were soon posted to social media not long after Grace had left. And with a police escort, it was off to the 9/11 memorial. There would be no BANGTAN BOMB filming for this one, this would just be a personal visit with one photographer to capture a couple of photos but it would be minimal. It was not something that Grace felt like it needed to be broadcasted.

However, that didn’t stop the news from spreading and articles soon appeared, especially online blogs, where they spoke briefly about her visit to the City Hall and then the 9/11 memorial but they more spoke about her Karen Millen belted dress that had been picked specially for the meeting and for the memorial. They talked about how it complimented the first day, how black was appropriate, and how her black heels made her look taller but they weren’t stilettos or stripper heels. 

“No one cares about anything other than fashion,” Grace sighed as she handed the phone back to Hana. 

“The dress has sold out as well,” Hana commented as she left the room as Sejin wandered in. 

“The Grace effect,” he chuckled as he took a seat at the table in the lavish hotel suite and helped himself to the small buffet the hotel had provided for lunch. 

The Grace in question snorted to herself and finished off her cup of tea, letting out a large yawn and stretching up her arms. “So,” she said once she finished trying to wake herself up. “Jimmy Fallon - they start filming at 5 pm, don’t they but we’re recording the performance at 3 pm.”

“They’ve got a selected audience ready for the performance recording, half are ARMY and half are regular people. And then at 5 pm, they start the actual recording for the interview and it should take about an hour and a half or maybe two, depending. So we’ll be back at the hotel by at least 7 pm,” Sejin confirmed as he finished off the selection of sandwiches he had picked.

“And rehearsals start tomorrow morning.”

“Rehearsals start at Barclays tomorrow and you’ve got a full day of them as we’re a bit behind but you’ve got that basketball tomorrow night. And then obviously the day of the concert, soundcheck, a couple of interviews mid-afternoon then the concert itself,” Sejin reeled off without having to look at his phone for the schedule since he knew it by heart. He had to know it off by heart so he could keep his team and everyone else in check. 

There were no nerves for Grace as they made their way to the studios to film Jimmy Fallon. He was one of the few interviews who got things right and didn’t make it awkward, didn’t treat them any differently, and respected them as a band and individually. She remembered meeting him the first time, how he had fallen in love with all of them but Jimin especially. And that had been clear when Jimin had done his solo trip there, how accommodating Jimmy was of a young man who was just finding his feet on his own. And the interview with Yoongi was another indication that Jimmy had done his research and had known his favourite group enough to ask the right questions, including basketball.  

Grace knew Jimmy wouldn’t be asking the awkward questions tonight. She hoped.

He was already there waiting for her and it surprised her as he walked over, hand out ready to shake hers. “Miss. Chu,” he said in a fake posh British accent which had her laughing. “Mr. Fallon,” she replied and shook his hand which made Jimmy grin and hug her instead.

“Welcome back to New York! We’re excited to have you here and I can’t wait to come to the first concert, I’ve got tickets with my family.”

“Oh really? Well, make sure you bring them backstage so I can meet them,” Grace said as she darted a glance towards Hana who nodded and made a note on her phone.

“Amazing! I’ll let you get to your rehearsal for your performance which I can’t wait for, I’ve been gushing about it forever and then I’ll see you later on for your interview. Nervous?”

“With you? Never,” she grinned.

A small rehearsal for her performance without her costume meant it was easy sailing. While it was harder to pull off a grand dance routine on such a small stage, the dancers adapted quickly and before anyone knew it, it was time to record the performance. It was like being in Korea, someone coming up and explaining what would happen, when to cheer, when to applaud, how long it would take, etc. 

She could see who was ARMY from the side of the stage. The merchandise they were wearing gave it away and while they didn’t have their ARMY BOMBS, she could see a glimpse of who their bias was with the BT21 characters on clothes or jewellery. So while she didn’t have the boys with her, she did have the next best thing. 

The performance of 7 Rings went off like a house on fire. The crowd were so responsive, especially to a remix of the track to make it different to any other performance and the purple outfit Grace had specifically worn in respect to her fans had caught the attention of people on Twitter. 

However, while the performance was regarded as one of the best across social media, the interview that came afterwards would gain millions of views and be talked about all the way up to Grace’s two concerts in Brooklyn.

Holding the vinyl cover of the ‘In My Head’ album and the cover of the ‘Here In My Arms’ mini album, Jimmy beamed at the camera. He went to open his mouth but the screams blocked out anything he had to say, causing him to pause for more than 10 minutes until the crowd calmed down enough so he could begin his introduction. 

“Our next guest,” he paused just in case the screams started again, “is an eight-time 

Grammy-nominated artist and won two Grammys only earlier this year! A global music icon, part of one of the biggest bands the world has ever seen which some of you know as BTS. Her debut album, In My Head, continues to break world records in streams and has been the Billboard Number 1 album for two months, and it shot back to the top of the charts again with her world tour, including the mini-album released only earlier this year - that broke records in its own right. She’s in New York for two sold-out concerts, which sold out in 10 seconds. 10 seconds! Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a pleasure to introduce you to Grace Chu!”

Grace took a deep breath and walked out to the stage, pausing only briefly to bow to the crowd who were so loud it took her breath away as she laughed and headed towards Jimmy. It was the usual hugs, pausing to show her off to the crowd, to marvel at her outfit which had been specifically chosen for the night - a vintage Alexander McQueen 1997 black dress, with two dragons that intertwined each other up to her chest. A pair of Louboutin heels and emerald earrings to match the emerald bracelet she received from Grace. To keep it simple and easy, her blonde hair was styled up into a sleek bun. 

“Now, before we start and before you say anything, I want to hear your accent because not many people know about this,” Jimmy started the interview. “So Grace, if you wouldn’t mind and turn to the camera there,” he pointed out the one in question, “and introduce yourself.”

Grace hid her smile and turned to the camera, bowing slightly. “Good evening, my name is Grace Chu and it’s a pleasure to be on the Jimmy Fallon show.” Her British accent made those watching at home later on pause, frantically Google her name so they could see why she had a British accent and wasn’t speaking Korean. 

“When I first met you and I heard you speak, I was blown away. I was expecting Namjoon’s American accent, but that’s a proper British accent you have. And obviously, most people expect you to speak Korean.”

“It is amusing when most people interviewing us, especially abroad, turn to look at the translator for my answer and then look at me weirdly as if I’ve started speaking another language that’s not English and not Korean,” Grace shrugged with her hands up as if to say ‘what can you do?’

“So you’re half British and half Korean, correct? And you were born in Manchester?”

“So my Dad is from South Korea and my Mum is from London. And they met while my Dad was working in London and he had to travel to Manchester, where I was born, for his job so obviously my Mum came with him. We lived there for seven years and then we had to move to Germany for Dad’s work. I think I was about ten when we officially moved to South Korea, to Suwon-si where my grandparents live. And then we moved to Seoul a year later.”

“You can speak German?” Jimmy asked, looking completely baffled as if this was complete news to him.

Grace grinned and nodded, asking him how he was in perfect German.

“Is there any language you can’t speak?”

“My Japanese is terrible. Namjoon is always on my case to take more lessons in Japanese.”

Jimmy snorted behind his hand as he brought up the most recent photo of BTS which was taken just after Hobi came home.

“BTS,” he started then paused when the screams started causing Grace to look startled as she stared at the crowd in amazement. ‘Wow,’ she mouthed with a laugh, giggling as she turned back to look at Jimmy.

“The group,” he said instead and playfully glared at the audience. “You’ve been with them since they first debuted and here you are now, on your own. Have they given you any advice? Or have they had any involvement in your album and tour?”

Grace paused, tilting her head. “The album was made without any input from them mostly because it was my first time where I had creative control over what songs, lyrics, music, videos, and outfits. That was all mine. But there were times when I went to Namjoon or Yoongi, Hobi, any of them and questioned every move that I made, wondering if I was doing the right thing or if this was even a good idea.”

“Good thing you did listen to them as you’ve won two Grammys and you’ve been on the Billboard for two months when the album first came out and back at the top since you landed in Los Angeles for your tour, which has broken Yoongi’s records.”

She bashfully smiled and hid her face when the crowd approved by clapping loudly.

“Has it been hard though?”

“It’s been quiet,” Grace started with a snort of laughter. “But it’s tough because it’s only me and the dancers but I’m on stage for 95% of the time and it’s not like Jungkook is going to appear and do his solo song to give me a break or six other members to take your place so it is tough but ARMY keep me going and their support means a lot.”

She turned towards those she could see in the crowd and saw their finger hearts which made her smile and return those affections.

“Now,” Jimmy grinned as he paused and held down the next card, “since you're here.”

“Oh no,” Grace whispered as she covered her eyes.

“We have to talk about this.”

She didn’t need to know what picture Jimmy was showing because she knew by the noise that met said picture. 

A peek through her hands told her everything she needed to know. 

The most recent picture of Seokjin, where his hair had grown back to its usual length, had been taken from his Instagram and she was pretty sure she had taken that picture. Grace caught the teasing grin Jimmy sent her way and she sighed, bracing herself for what was coming next.

“You’ve been together for seven years and you released a mini-album on your anniversary, which also broke records. I just have to ask, are we going to be seeing him on your tour?”

It wasn’t the question she had expected if she was honest. She had been expecting something worse and something dirty, especially concerning the lyrics from her Here In My Arms album but it was a simple enough question that exposed more about their relationship than any other question could.

“Maybe,” Grace started and smirked at the cheers. “Maybe. Obviously, our schedules are planned nearly a year in advance and I’ve always said I never wanted to overshadow what the boys were doing in terms of their solo careers so we will have to see.”

“Is he here already?” Jimmy asked, leaning forward.

“As far as I’m aware,” Grace checked her watch, “it’s 6 am in Seoul. So I would imagine he’s currently sleeping off dinner.”

Jimmy pouted, obviously wanting the main exclusive that the power couple would be seen on stage in his hometown of New York but it seemed it just wasn’t going to happen. The rest of the interview flicked from funny to serious with questions ranging from any funny moments with the boys to life in England and she finished off her stint on Jimmy Fallon by doing the karaoke segment that Ariana Grande made famous with the Evanescence rendition. 

“Well done, that went perfectly,” Sejin greeted her after it was all said and done and she said her goodbyes to Jimmy, and to the staff and got in the car to head back to the hotel. 

The next morning, while it wasn’t too much of an early start, Grace woke up early enough to take a shower and do her skin routine. Breakfast was simple as to not give her a heavy stomach and by 10 am, the team were driving through the streets of New York - from the famous 5th Avenue, past the famous Flatiron Building, and onto the Manhattan Bridge and through Brooklyn until they came up to the Barclays Center which had advertisements for her tour all over the LED screens. 

The stage was already set up and the dancers were warming up on various parts of the stage or near the seats where 17,000 fans would be packed in over two nights. This stadium would mark the end of the American leg of the tour and the moment she was done, she’d be back on a plane again.

Rehearsals seemed to go quickly and by 5 pm, she was out of the stadium and dressed up to attend her first basketball game. While it hadn’t been a decision made by her, it was more promotional than anything, she found herself courtside where all the cameras were pointed to see who would be taking up the VIP seats. Sejin was next to her as was a bodyguard who sat just behind the two of them and she knew how Taylor Swift felt every time the camera panned to her instead of the players. 

It didn’t help that Yoongi’s Hageum song would play at intervals where her face would be plastered all over the screen. But it was a good game, she got some photos to send back to Yoongi when he would be awake to see them and of course, there were the usual photos with players.

The day of the concert, the sun was out and the hustle and bustle of New York City was well underway by the time Grace rolled out of bed. The day of the concert always had her somewhat nervous, the questions of what could happen would roll around in her head until she got to the stadium to do her soundcheck and run through whatever they had discussed the night before. 

Time passed quickly - shower, breakfast, interviews with local TV stations or magazines, then straight to the stadium to do soundcheck mid-afternoon, a quick run-through of two parts where they had to make some adjustments and finally, the time rolled around where she was under the stage, hearing the fans explode into excitement as the VCR started to fade out. 

No matter how many times she did it, no matter how big of a crowd, no matter if it was abroad or in South Korea - just the noise of the crowd, the ARMY BOMBS, the costumes some people were wearing when her eyes would catch sight of them, everyone singing along, knowing the words or even some of the dance moves, all of it made her hairs stand up and the worries of the tour wash away within the first half an hour. 

The New York crowd was so responsive, especially when she welcomed them to the In My Head tour, standing there for 10 minutes and letting the noise of every person in the stands wash over her like it was the first time. 

When the opening chords of Save Me started to play, Grace could see everyone doing Jimin’s signature dance move that had been openly mocked by the group themselves. Catching one of the dancer’s eyes, she grinned and nodded and soon followed, sweeping her arm in front of her as she got to the chorus and without much encouragement, the seven other dancers followed and swiftly executed the choreography after a bit more teasing. 

“New York City,” Grace paused as she stood on the stage for the final part where she would finish off the concert with Dangerous Woman. “Thank you so much for spending your night with us. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for breaking your own records by selling out both nights in 10 seconds, you’ve been one of the best crowds so far and I can’t wait to come back with the boys. Love you all.”

ARMY was still singing as Grace was lowered back down to underneath the stage, the ending chords of Dangerous Woman still playing as she reached the bottom where staff were on hand to take away her microphone and in-ears. And for the first time, Grace had to admit, she had left the stage on a high - there were no uncertain thoughts, no worries, no stress or anxiety. If there was going to be a concert that had been the turning point for Grace and what she was capable of, then this would be the concert to do that. 

Back at the hotel room, kicking off her shoes with a sigh as her tired feet met the carpet, her eyes caught a massive bouquet waiting for her on the coffee table in the living area of her suite. 50 red roses were sitting in a clear vase filled with water, and a teddy bear that was dressed in a t-shirt that said ‘I Love New York’ was sitting next to the bouquet with an envelope.

Grinning to herself, Grace opened the envelope to one simple note that read: ‘Two days to go - J.’

[ag-updates-and-archives]

Interview: LS Dunes Talk ‘Violet’ January 28, 2025

“Supergroup” doesn’t even begin to describe the tour de force that is LS Dunes. Prepping to release their second record, Violet, at the start of 2025, New Noise caught up with singer Anthony Green, drummer Tucker Rule, guitarists Frank Iero and Travis Sever, and bassist Tim Payne during their supporting stint alongside Rise Against.

As the boxing match of the century played in the green room, the vocalist strummed an acoustic guitar, picked at catering and intermittently did pushups while waiting on the other members to arrive. After a few minutes of chit chat with the five, one thing is for certain; these guys are having a blast. The pressure to make an external splash is low, but the stakes for impressing one another couldn’t be higher. This mentality is what makes LS Dunes work.

You guys are in this really unique position where you all come from established bands and aren’t trying to “make it” with LS Dunes in the traditional sense. Do you feel less pressure with this band? Or do you feel more because people might have expectations already? 

Tim Payne: I don’t think we’ve ever really felt pressure to do this. I think that’s what was exciting about it. We started around COVID, and we didn’t really have any expectations. From the beginning, it was very “whatever happens happens. Whatever we write, we write,” I think that set the tone for what we do.  

Tucker Rule: We’re all here because we want to be here, not because we have to be.  

Anthony Green: Its new that we’re in this creative situation where we can say whatever we want. We really like what we’re making; its kind of impenetrable. There’s a greater freedom that comes along with not having to rely on this. It’s a passion project for everybody. Like any seed you plant, you want to see it grow and change, but we’re reinventing ourselves with every song we put out.  

You’re taking time away from friends and family for a lot of years, I think it’d be hard not to want to make sure it’s working and doing well.  

Frank Iero: Where’s your bar of success, you know? When we finish the record, that’s when I know it’s working. You’re either making art or you’re making commerce.  

 Do you think the quality also comes from that confidence of … I don’t want to say not caring, but you started this for fun, you might not have had giant goals in the beginning … 

AG: I think it’s incredibly accurate to say “not caring” because there’s a whole lot of caring that goes into things that don’t matter, and it weighs it down creatively. This isn’t that.  

NDid the first album feel more like a collection of songs vs this new record feeling more streamlined?  

FI: When writing Past Lives, we didn’t know who was gonna sing or if Anthony wanted to join the band, so I think when we wrote those songs there was a lot of “filling the space,” and what was so impressive about Anthony was he found these little moments or melodies people could latch onto it. It was like, holy shit, no one else could be the vocalist for this band. Now writing with all the members in mind and rewriting vocal melodies, that felt more like a cohesive band.  

Travis Stever: I remember being at home with my wife and listening to Past Lives saying, like, “Listen to what he did here!” We live with instrumentals for so long, and what he did with it was so exciting. Remember how exciting that was?  

AG: I challenged myself to sing and write stuff in a lower register and not abuse my range. I got to yell and scream a lot on Past Lives and on this new record. Having people champion me every step of the way when you’re working on melodies, it makes you go harder and open up more and try things and it makes it easier to be vulnerable.  

Violet is out on Friday from Fantasy Records, and you can preorder it from Concord Records. Follow LS Dunes on Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok for future updates.

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Jan 11th 2025 Paradox Tribe TRANSLATION [cozmez & Haruomi)

Haruomi - 12:03 What? The cozmez pair aren’t here yet?

Haruomi - 12:04 Looks like they’re still not ready. I’ll wait for them.

Kanata - 12:08 didn’t know we’d started already

Nayuta - 12:12 what is this?

Kanata - 12:12 we’re not here to chat or anything are we?

Haruomi - 12:13 We are. It’d be good to talk.

(both posted at the same time) Haruomi - 12:15 You said you liked Raimentei’s chuukadon when you were playing the game, right?

Kanata - 12:15 okay, you’re always cooking a ton at Raimentei, how on earth are you gonna be bad at a cooking game?

Nayuta - 12:15 oh, they overlapped

Kanata - 12:16 you go first, shura

Haruomi - 12:16 Sure.

Haruomi - 12:17 During the game, you said you liked the chuukadon and yakisoba at Raimentei, but are they better than the ramen?

Nayuta - 12:18 well, i mean ramen’s the clear winner, but the others are good too

Haruomi - 12:19 I see. That’s good, then. What was it you wanted to ask me?

Kanata - 12:21 i asked how you were so bad at cooking in the game when you’re the cook at Raimentei

Kanata - 12:21 don’t make me ask again

Haruomi - 12:22 It’s ‘cause don’t normally play videogames. Do any of the Heads here play a lot of games?

Nayuta - 12:29 uh, should we answer that too?

Haruomi - 12:30 Yeah. If you can, please.

Haruomi - 12:35 Now that I think about it, when we were recording the gameplay you guys were reminiscing. You said something about picking up a game somewhere?

Nayuta - 12:36 oh yeah, the one we found in the trash dump

Kanata - 12:37 that game broke like immediately

Nayuta - 12:38 no, kanata, you broke it

Kanata - 12:39 forreal?

Nayuta - 12:41 you don’t remember? the screen started bugging out so you beat the absolute crap out of it

Kanata - 12:42 whatever. it probably wasn’t even that fun

Haruomi - 12:43 Is that so…

Kanata - 12:43 we both said it was just as boring as usual

Nayuta - 12:44 by the way, this is totally off-topic, but where are you right now?

Haruomi (who’s with Chisei apparently) - 12:45 We’re both travelling abroad on our bikes at the moment.

Kanata - 12:46 hah?

Nayuta - 12:47 i mean that’s nice and all but i don’t care, when are you coming back?

Haruomi - 12:47 Haven’t decided yet. We’re considering returning home temporarily if and when we want to write some music.

Nayuta - 12:48 what the hell, without Raimentei there’s barely anywhere to eat 'round here

Kanata - 12:49 right. why would you do this to us?

Haruomi - 12:50 Just be patient. That’s all I can say for now.

Kanata - 12:50 fine. then, are we finished here?

Nayuta - 12:51 we don’t have anything else to talk about, we’re good to leave right?

Haruomi - 12:52 No problem. See you at the next REC session.

[minjoonapio]

🎐 Wind Breaker CH.157: Remaining Embers

💭 THOUGHTS & ANALYSIS [⚠️SPOILERS⚠️]

🧵Twitter/X Version 📖Where to read the manga: Kodansha | Other 📺Watch Season 1 now (S2 in 2025!): Crunchyroll, Netflix

I was hoping Chika would be knocked out already since the last chapter left us with panels of Umemiya giving one hell of a sucker-punch. But I was wrong (at least we get to see them fight under the rain a lil' longer hehe)

This whole page, these three panels, is showing us a frame-by-frame of Chika being punched by Umemiya, indicating it's all in slow motion.

Usually, when a scene is in slow motion, it is either to reveal a certain detail or to emphasize a turning point or a shift in a character or in the scene.

This is Chika's turning point.

I believe the actual trigger of this shift is before the punch; when he froze and saw Umemiya’s determined eyes and the Bofurin leader echoed the deal they made a while ago.

Since then, Chika’s POV sounds different.

I love the bleary effect in one panel, showing Ume's POV. He is almost losing consciousness. I can feel how he is at that moment; energy's all used up, and he's aching everywhere. I mean, he especially had the wind knocked out of him so of course, he's trying to get some air in his lungs.

Despite all that, Umemiya still faces Chika head-on with the amount of will he’s got.

Chika may not be aware of it but this interaction with Ume is affecting him because he allowed it. He allowed Umemiya into his own world. All because of that same fiery aura he has that matches his.

But the thing is, right now, he's not only fighting the strong raging Umemiya he likes, but the Umemiya who wants to reach him into his world; determined not only to defeat him but to understand him.

So the moment Ume declared he wanted to get to know him, it did something to him. That's why it struck him frozen when they saw eye to eye.

We’re then shown a panel of a hammer hitting hot metal; the metaphor Endo used for Umemiya. His perspective is different from what we’re seeing now.

Old Ume may be selfish, forcing his ideals on the unwilling, but Present Ume yearns to listen to Chika. He doesn't want Chika to accept him or anything. He just wants to talk and perhaps have some mutual understanding. He won't make the same mistake he did back then (letting Chika be).

Allowing Umemiya in his world, interacting with their fists, may initially be a mistake, but in actuality, it is a blessing. Chika starts to gradually change. The way the lettering bolds the words "used to" and "good".

In Chika's world, he says he likes what he likes, and hates what he hates. But after that eye-to-eye interaction and Umemiya's words, he suddenly said he used to hate rain. He says it like this never happened before -- this change of his likes and dislikes.

Just because of this fight, this "conversation" with Umemiya, Chika's embers are gradually gone…but maybe his world will grow.

All this time, Chika never cared about the result. He just cares about the thrill of it, especially with someone he acknowledges (Him calling Umemiya's name shows that). And I think Chika probably is looking forward to his chat with Umemiya.

It’s like how Togame & Sakura expressed how they had fun in their fight. Since then, they respected each other (We also got a short-hair Togame joining in their fights and fanboying over his "best bud" Sakura. Lord, I never knew I needed that T.T)

“I had fun” The first time Chika said this, Umemiya was knocked down. He looked sad perhaps cause it's over. And I questioned then, what did he want to get from this fight? To make sure he clearly defeats Umemiya? (After this latest chapter, I don't think so) And what now since he defeated Umemiya?

But this time, the tables have turned. He's defeated...but something’s changed. We don't see his face when he says those words. Only Umemiya’s reaction.

I’m guessing he looked content.

I chuckled when Chika is like “ok bitch you won now move your big head and let me enjoy the rain�� But in a sense, this is Chika now, changed and open.

He stares at the rain like how he would stare at fireworks.

Finally, their fight ended with Umemiya as the winner. Not only in their physical fight but also broke Chika's walls down.

We can finally have that talk. (I swear if they’re gonna have it while lying down under the rain, I’m gonna flip)

Sorry if I may not make any sense. I try. My brain is not braining well today. Haha. It's the effects of the Wind Breaker drought!

Thank you for reading! The next chapter will be up next Tuesday at Kodansha/K Manga!

🧵Twitter/X Version 📖Where to read the manga: Kodansha | Other 📺Watch Season 1 now (S2 in 2025!): Crunchyroll, Netflix

[hughesybear]

Harman Dayal & David Quadrelli (Canucks Conversation) on Elias Pettersson (January 28 & January 22, 2025):

Dayal (January 28, 2025, 40:41):

One story I will share, related to the Pettersson-Miller stuff - I withheld this because I didn’t want to fan the flames at the time, but for people wondering “how long has this been a thing?” It’s been a long time coming, in the sense that - I remember my very first season covering the Canucks, 2019/20 season, I was doing a one-on-one interview with Pettersson. And he was in a great mood, we’re talking power play, we were talking a bunch of different topics.

And I remember asking him - because I’d noticed in practice they were working on the power play and Miller was very vocal. He was sort of leading the group on - I don’t know what he was saying, but he was just very vocal, pointing guys in different spots. And again, context, to that point in the interview, Petey had been great. He’d been giving me a lot of insight, in a good mood. I asked him “Hey, I noticed J.T. was sort of out there leading the power play around, what’s he meant as a leader to the power play?” And I immediately got a death stare, and [he said] “We lead the power play.”

That was it, and I’ve never - I walked away from that, and obviously at the time I didn’t suspect a rift, but I was like “that was the strangest response I’ve ever gotten.” Their first season together, I’m talking like three months into the season. And so again, I’m not saying the rift started there, but I vividly remember that as like, “this is really strange.”

Quadrelli: Well, he wouldn’t give you that answer about Quinn or whoever!

Dayal: Exactly, like if it was Brock or anybody else. I’ve honestly never had that where I ask a player about a teammate sort of being a leader and just, like - player does not want to go there about a teammate.

Quadrelli (January 22, 2025, 58:41):

It was Botchford Project day yesterday [January 21, 2025] so I was just chatting with Elias Pettersson, and we talked about Botch at the tail end of that conversation. We were talking about the initiative, and Petey - the quote I tweeted out was Pettersson saying “I’m so happy his name lives on.”

The way I framed the question was like, after we had talked hockey, I was like “It’s Botchford Project day, there’s three Botchford Project recipients walking around the room interviewing players. You see this, fans often think about Jason and what he would say. As a player, do you ever find yourself thinking about him?” And really, Petey is one of the only guys in that room that even had the chance to know Botch. So yeah, he said he does, he said “Yeah, I’m so sad about what happened - I’m just really glad that his name lives on.”

[…] We talked about two-way play; I asked him about Patrik’s comments, where Patrik Allvin said the day before about how Petey’s two-way game has been there and he’s liking that and that the points will come if that’s there. I asked him if it’s hard to remember that or feel that way when you’re not putting up points and there’s all that pressure to put up points, and to his credit, he said no. He said “I want to put up more points, but I’ve been taught from a very young age that if you do the right things defensively, the points will come.”

[fangirl-docintraining]

HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVE YOUUUUU 🎉🎉💖

ok currently drunk so maybe a little exuberant sounding but it’s true!!! Your writing has brought me Greta joy but even more so finding another ✨healthcare girlie✨ Outsiders lover/ writer to chat with! Here’s to a happy and healthy 2025- and yes, SGUN is very worthy of putting on your residency application 🤣

I WISH I WAS ALSO A LITTLE TIPSY ❤️❤️ (tragically I have some fun altitude sickness cause I’m at 10000ft so I’m ✨hydrating✨)

Gotta start a healthcare girly fanfic enjoyers club in 2025 tbh it sounds like a good idea 😌

Also we’re gonna have to figure out how to put that one on the resume lol

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 7

Building Better Habits

So, yesterday we talked about creating a personal mission statement. I hope it helped you get a little clearer on what you really want from 2025. And if you haven’t gotten to it yet, no worries! It’s there waiting for you whenever you’re ready. Now, today, let’s chat about something that can make all the difference in turning that mission statement into real-life action: building better habits.

You know, it’s easy to think that changing our lives means making huge, dramatic shifts, like completely overhauling your entire routine or signing up for a year-long gym membership. But I’ve got a little secret for you: It’s the small changes that add up to big results over time. Don’t believe me? Stick with me for a sec.

Imagine this: You’re standing in front of the kitchen counter with a cup of tea in hand, scrolling through your phone. You’ve had a crazy day at work and feel like you deserve some relaxation, right? But then you stop and think, how can I use this time to move toward my goals? What if instead of diving into social media, you set the phone down for 5 minutes and just breathe or read a few pages of a book? That’s it. It’s simple, but it’s powerful.

I’m not talking about doing a complete 180 on your life today, just about carving out a little space for something that moves you in the direction of your best self. Small habits like these are actually the key to creating lasting change. They sneak up on you, turning into something much bigger without you even realizing it.

Here’s an example: Let’s say you want to get healthier before the new year. Instead of starting with an intense workout routine that’s hard to stick with, how about you start by drinking a glass of water every morning when you wake up? Then, once that becomes a part of your routine, add something else, like taking a walk after dinner or swapping your afternoon soda for herbal tea. These small shifts will eventually snowball, and soon enough, your overall health will be better than ever.

I know it’s tempting to try and change everything at once, but here’s the truth: Trying to change too much too quickly will only set you up for burnout. Instead, focus on one habit. Be specific. Want to read more? Set the goal to read one page every night. One page, that’s it. Stay consistent. No matter what, show up for that one page every night. Eventually, you’ll find that reading becomes a natural part of your routine. And remember, celebrate your wins. Don’t wait until you’ve read a whole book. Celebrate that one page. Seriously, give yourself credit for showing up and sticking to it.

This approach is a lot like what we talked about with setting SMART goals, right? The "small" part is just like making sure your goals are specific and realistic, something that you can do today that’s still meaningful. We’re breaking things down into simple, manageable actions that add up to big results, one step at a time.

When I first started setting daily goals, I knew I needed to create habits that would help me manage my time better. Instead of diving straight into complicated time-management systems, I started with one simple habit: writing a to-do list the night before. No fancy planner. No specific apps. Just a piece of paper and a pen. It took maybe five minutes, but it helped me wake up with clarity the next day. Over time, this simple act turned into a consistent habit that made a huge difference in how productive I felt.

Okay, now it’s your turn. Think about one small habit you can work on today, something that’ll take just a few minutes but will make a real impact. It could be anything: drinking water, stretching, journaling, or even just sitting in silence for 3 minutes. Make it small. Make it simple. And most importantly, start.

Don’t worry about getting it perfect. It’s not about being flawless; it’s about showing up and making progress, even if it’s just a little bit at a time.

And, as always, I’d love to hear how it’s going. Drop a comment about the small habit you’d like to start implementing.

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[cryptidsurveys]

Sunday, January 19th, 2025.

What is something in your life that you feel hopeful about right now? My cat Lacy's potential prognosis.

What was the last thing you worried about that turned out better than expected? Approaching two weeks ago, I noticed that Lacy was having difficulty walking and was wobblier than usual. We took her in to see the vet and she originally thought it might be arthritis, so Lacy was given a shot to help with that. However, over the course of the next 24 hours or so, it progressed to the point where she could hardly stand on her own. Fearing the worst, we took her back to the vet. I was as mentally prepared as I could be to hear that there wasn't anything they could do for her, and that it was time to think about saying goodbye. The vet wasn't entirely sure what was wrong with her - possibly a tumor on her spine or a rare bad reaction to the medication - and she couldn't offer us much hope, BUT she did propose a steroid to see how she would respond to that. We were to call in a couple of days to pick up more medication if things went well. I had very little hope that we wouldn't ultimately have to put her to sleep, but I babied the heck out of her, and she started to show signs of improvement. We went back for a third visit because she was having what I thought might be seizures in her sleep, but the worst was no longer an option. She was still unsteady on her feet, but she was able to walk and use the litter box on her own and her appetite was good (and had actually remained surprisingly good throughout the whole ordeal - she is nothing if not food motivated). We still don't know exactly what happened, but I'm thinking it could have been a stroke. If so, the good news is that strokes in cats are typically less severe than in humans and they can recover within a few weeks. Anyway, that's why I've been absent for a while and will probably remain somewhat absent because even though things seem to be going in the right direction, I still want to spend as much of my free time with her as I can. I'm so flippin' grateful she's okay. It honestly feels like a miracle.

Name somewhere you are planning on visiting in the near future? Just the usual places. Nowhere out of the ordinary.

How often do you go grocery shopping and how much food do you usually get in one go? Weekly. The amount of food varies.

What is a meal you eat extremely often? Or do your meals & food choices vary a lot? Lately, pasta has been a common meal. It's been a case of trial and error due to my recent stomach issues, but things seem to be settling. I've been able to reincorporate my sandwich + veggie bowl fixation, but I'm still not brave enough to try a salad. Overall, my food choices don't vary that much, but they've become more varied and relaxed over past year.

When was the last time you felt unable or unwilling to speak your mind to someone? Ehhh.

What was the last thing you changed your mind about? Probably something very simple such as what to watch on YouTube.

Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? Riley. She's an employee at the animal shelter where I volunteer, so we basically just chatted and joked while we worked.

Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else’s dreams? Mainly my parents, my sibling, people at the animal shelter, past partners, and past friends. What's weird is Oliver rarely ever shows up. Also, yeah, sometimes I do wonder, but I honestly don't think about it a whole lot.

What is something you wish you could say to someone who is no longer in your life, or something you wish they could know? Hmmm.

Instead of flat earth, what do you think of the simulated earth theory, that we’re basically all just a giant computer program or virtual reality? I don't think that's the case. Even if it was, there would still be a base reality beyond the simulation and that would still require an explanation.

What worries you most about your future? My dad passing away. And now that I'm back in touch with my mom, her eventually passing away as well. Not being able to support myself and winding up homeless. Getting in a car accident. Ruining things at the animal shelter. Etc.

What is something you do to feel better when you’re scared? It depends on the situation, but to suspend a general nagging feeling of fear that never really goes away…I know this is going to sound super weird to most people, but…I will sometimes watch very "doom and gloom" political or conspiracy videos. I'm still trying to figure out why they give me "comfort" because it is such an odd form of escapism. Maybe it makes my own life seem not so bad. Maybe it's because part of me functions better in chaos than in calm. Maybe I'm counting on the apocalypse to remove the responsibility of facing my future. I really don't know.

Who do you feel you can count on the most in life? Is there anyone you wish you could count on more? My dad. I wish I could feel as secure with my mom as I do with him. There's nothing she's necessarily doing "wrong." It's more of a matter of continuing to slowly build up trust.

What makes you trust someone? When was the last time someone broke your trust? It's a lot of little things that build up over time. Just getting a feel for their character, how they treat others, how they react in certain situations; do I feel like I can be myself around them and express myself without being judged too critically, etc.

When was the last time you shared a secret with someone, and how did they react? I recently "came out" to Riley and Liv and their reactions were positive and supportive. I kind of figured they would be based on what I already knew about them.

Are you more likely to give advice or to ask for it? Ask for it.

When was the last time you felt totally lost, figuratively speaking? How about literally? I don't think I've felt totally lost since prior to returning to volunteering. Very mixed up and uncertain about things, sure, but there was still a foundational thread to follow forward. As for literally, I have no idea. Maybe while struggling to navigate detours as a new driver unfamiliar with a particular area, but even then I wasn't totally lost.

In what ways are you emotionally strong? In what ways are you emotionally weak? I don't knoOoOoW. Like, I'm much stronger than I used to be, but I still wouldn't really consider myself an emotionally strong person.

What is the strangest book you have ever read? How did you find out about it? Maybe something like House Of Leaves, The Wasp Factory, or Blood And Guts In High School. I'm not sure about the very first mention, but I think I found out about most of them by going down a Good Reads rabbit hole. Reading review after review of increasingly strange and outlandish books.

Do you prefer to watch movies or tv alone or with other people? Is there anything you refuse to watch alone? I prefer to watch YouTube alone, but I would rather watch movies or actual television shows with other people. For some reason, I don't have the patience or attention span to watch them on my own. I probably wouldn't even watch movies at all if not for my mom taking me to the theater every now and then.

What was the last thing you broke? How about fixed? Probably the flimsy lint filters for the dryers at the animal shelter. Not the ones in the machines, but the ones that go to a lint catcher outside of the machine. We have to rub the lint off of them daily, and yeah…I'm responsible for breaking both of them. It doesn't really make much of a difference, though; they're still capable of functioning in two pieces. :') Idk about the last thing I fixed.

Is there a sign or symbol that means a lot to you for whatever reason (eg. seeing certain animals or birds, 11:11 or other repeating numbers, syncs, butterflies, hearts in nature, etc)? Yeah.

Do you have any personal ghost stories or paranormal experiences? No ghost stories are paranormal experiences. Nothing that couldn't be chocked up to my mind playing tricks on me. However, just recently, regarding things with Lacy…there was a brief interaction with another woman at the veterinary office that sort of defied statistical odds. I don't feel like describing it here, though. It's one of those things that was extremely meaningful to me, but might just seem silly to other people and I don't want to ruin it like that.

What do you get complimented on the most? Probably my hair. Kristen also complimented my eyebrows the other day.

What is something unusual that you find attractive? Idk.

What time do you tend to eat your first meal of the day? And your last? I eat breakfast around 6:00am and dinner around 4:00pm.

What was the subject of the last video you watched? The upcoming potential Tik Tok ban.

When was the last time you traveled out of town, and where to? I think the last time I went to the Mountain Park was in October or early November.

How would you describe your overall aesthetic? Boooring.

[purple-space-aliens]

filter tags list:

we have most of the broad ones (such as food) filter tagged with their traditional/basic filter tags as well, but are leaving them on the list so it is known who is uncomfortable with what

tags are organized by who is being tagged for because some headmates will still want to look, it’s just so we can tell the ones tagged for to look away. the tags have different titles because some headmates need different wordings to prevent them from looking anyways. these may be updated at any time, and we will post if anything is updated.

iris: (#tag for violet)

talk of eating and food

talk relating to stomachs

cannibalism in all forms

derealization

extreme gore imagery

v0re (i have doubts it will show up but just in case)

anything about rotting (almost always triggers delusion thing)

purp/purple: (#purp go away)

prey drive

consumption of eggs

yandere content (just in general ig)

hard to read text just so we can warn him or tell him what it says before his eyes hurt (colored text, cursive fonts, fonts like tumblr font “chat”, images with text that don’t have an image id or alt with image id, text gifs, weirdly shaped text)

bugs/insects

nick: (#orange please ignore)

fakeclaiming and mentions of it (she gets really pissed at fakeclaimers, which is reasonable but we don’t want him to start vauge posting about it)

nothing else for him yet, but we have a feeling she will need some in the future because under some circumstances he can get really aggressive

ace: (#tag for ace)

claustrophobia triggers and discussion

talk of trapping individuals (humans and nonhumans)

religious talk (very personal stuff)

the name morgan (we’re working really hard on him with this one but for now, please tag for this)

anything that tells you to reblog things (good or bad, he has isssues with being told to do things)

we will add more as time goes on

lars: (#closed donuts)

ship content (art or otherwise) of lars and sadie (makes him very uncomfortable)

as of february 3, 2025, this is everyone and everything that would be nice to have filter tagged