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[the-aprilfools-bitch]

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[musical-chick-13]

Cool, we’re at the point where we’re calling Cersei a whore now, love that.

[hongcherry]

pretty please (hear me out) || c.sc

Seungcheol's four weeks after the Big Argument™ in Chapter 5.

💔 Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader (f) 💔 Rating/Genres/AUs: NC-17; Angst, college au, Pretty Please Couple 💔 Warnings: Reader has she/her pronouns, implications of slut-shaming, name-calling, bullying 💔 Word Count: 2.8k 💔 Author’s Note: Been in the drafts for ages and I've finally finished it 😪

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Seungcheol knows he royally fucked up.

He knows he just said the stupidest shit ever in his life.

He knows he may have just lost you forever.

He wants to slam his fist into the drywall to expel all the frustration he’s feeling. His legs urge him to chase Jeonghan’s car so he can convince you to talk to him.

He just wants to make this right.

“You gonna talk about what just happened?” Chan inquires while watching Seungcheol pace his living room.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Seungcheol growls.

“What did you do?” Jun asks.

“I—” Seungcheol begins to reply, but just recalling his dumbass words makes him halt and huff instead.

“Take a breath, hyung. I’m sure you two can make up,” Chan tries to reassure.

“Here’s some water,” Soonyoung says, coming back from the kitchen and offering a cold glass.

Seungcheol mutters a thanks and takes a long swig. Despite the coldness feeling refreshing to his heated body, he doesn’t calm down.

There’s a knock at the door that startles everyone. Seungcheol slams the glass down and rushes to open it.

In his mind, he knows it’s not really you, but in his heart, he hopes it is.

“I’m back,” Jeonghan says sheepishly. “And I come bearing a gift.”

Jeonghan slowly raises Seungcheol’s car keys. Seungcheol snatches them and tries to make a beeline for his car, but Jeonghan stops him with a hand on his chest.

“I would give her some time,” he explains.

Seungcheol shakes his head. “No, I need to apologize to her.”

Jeonghan eases him into the apartment again, locking the door.

“You know she’s not going to listen to you,” he sighs.

“He’s got a point,” Jun interjects timidly.

“Yeah, you’re both really upset. You two should calm down before having any conversation,” Soonyoung adds.

Seungcheol’s first response is to ignore them. He doesn’t want his words to linger in your mind more than they already have. He doesn’t want you to see him as a bad person despite it might be too late.

He’s just eager to save the good pieces of the relationship before they get tarnished too.

But he knows his friends are right.

He’ll probably make matters worse.

Seungcheol tosses his keys on the stand and staggers to his seat again.

“Did she get home safe?” Seungcheol asks Jeonghan after a moment of tense silence.

Jeonghan nods.

“Good,” he mumbles.

The room falls silent. No one says a word and the air grows thicker as each minute passes.

Finally, Soonyoung says, “Is there anything we can do for you?”

Seungcheol continues to stare a hole into his flooring. A lot is being processed in his mind and he’s starting to feel numb.

“No,” he answers dully.

Soonyoung glances at Jeonghan as if silently asking for help.

Jeonghan sighs. “Maybe we can help lessen the situation if you tell us what happened,” he tries.

Seungcheol leans forward, elbows on his knees and head planted in his hands.

“I basically called her a campus whore,” he huffs out.

“W-What?” Jun and Chan gasp in unison, only making Seungcheol’s heart heavier with guilt.

“Did she do something that made you say that?” Jeonghan wonders.

“I thought she told Dae she was a virgin, and I found that hard to believe. I said some stupid shit after.”

They’re quiet again for some time.

Seungcheol, unable to stand the judgmental silence, pushes himself from his seat to pace the room again. Images of you in the same room appear in his mind—the scene playing out once more.

“Do you really think she’s a,” Chan trails off, not wanting to repeat Seungcheol’s words.

“No, so I don’t know why I said it,” he groans.

“Maybe you believe the rumors more than you think you do,” Soonyoung says.

“It doesn’t help Hajun, Hana, and Doyun talk down on her, too,” Jun adds.

“They’ve always been the gossipers.” Soonyoung frowns.

Seungcheol groans as he falls back in his seat, defeated.

“She’s never going to forgive me,” he insists.

“Give her some time. Hopefully, once you both talk, it’ll get better,” Chan says.

“Just show you’re sorry and make sure she knows you don’t actually believe what you said,” Soonyoung chimes in.

“I doubt she’ll even listen to me for five minutes,” Seungcheol scoffs, annoyed he put himself in this position.

“She definitely won’t right now, which is why you need to give her space,” Jeonghan says.

“Let’s go eat. Maybe some food will help you think about how to fix this,” Jun suggests.

Although Seungcheol wants to stay indoors and have guilt consume him, he agrees to go. Maybe it will help.

Seungcheol watches you detour from him on campus for the sixth time. It’s been nearly two weeks and you refuse to speak to him. Hell, you act as if seeing him will burn your eyes out. He’s become a plagued rat to you.

You want nothing to do with him.

He knew you were upset and would ignore him the first few attempts, but he didn’t expect you to drop him from your life completely.

He just needs five minutes of your time. He needs you to know he deeply regrets the words he said. He hasn’t been able to think of a way to prove it to you, but he figures putting distance between him and Hajun would be a good start.

“No luck?” someone asks behind him.

Seungcheol turns to see Joshua.

“I think she’s done with me,” Seungcheol replies, gaze still on the spot where you had turned the corner.

“She’ll come around,” he says.

Seungcheol shakes his head. “No, I don’t think she will.”

As he says those words, another chip falls from his broken heart. He hadn’t realized how much he had grown to like you until you stormed out his door that weekend. Sure, he knew he liked you more than a friend, but not to this extent.

Though perhaps he’s feeling so strongly because you paint him as a villain. He hates knowing you think so badly about him. He said some very untrue, very fucked up shit, but he’s not a bad person.

At least he hopes he’s not.

Joshua places a friendly hand on Seungcheol’s shoulders.

“Don’t be so sure,” Joshua says.

Seungcheol finally looks at his friend. There’s not much hope in his eyes.

Seungcheol stares at the flood of messages he’s sent you.

Still no response.

Sighing, he exits out of the app and sets his phone down. Maybe he’s just digging himself a deeper hole. Maybe all the texts and attempted talks irritate you. Perhaps all you think about is that damned conversation when you see his name or see his face. There’s a possibility you’ll never forgive him.

“You’ve barely started,” Hajun says as she leans over to his side of the table. Her gaze is on the open document on the screen. He’s only managed to type four paragraphs in the past hour.

“We have to turn this in in two weeks,” she continues with a disapproving expression.

Seungcheol subtly scoots away.

“I know,” he replies. “I’ll get my part done in time. Don’t worry.”

Hajun doesn’t take the hint and stares at him.

“Is something going on with you? You’ve been distracted in class and… slower with finishing your work,” she observes.

“Nothing you need to know about,” Seungcheol says.

“Everything okay with your family?” she questions.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about me.”

She frowns and rests her hand over his. Her touch lacks the warmth and jittery feelings he used to get from someone else.

“I can’t help it,” she says. “I care.”

“Plus, if you slack off, we have to pick up the work,” Doyun teases.

“I said I’ll get it done.” Seungcheol’s tone is a bit firmer. He slides his hand from Hajun’s and stands up.

“I’m going to get something to drink,” he announces. After closing his laptop, he steps out of the study room. His mind takes him back to when you stood outside this very same room. You were dressed in such bright colors that you looked out of place. However, he hadn’t felt like you were. It had felt right to have you so near.

Now, the hallway is empty.

Just like his heart.

When Seungcheol sees you in the cafeteria two days later, he turns away.

His heart seems torn in two. One half screams at him to stomp over and recite the speech he’s created in his head; the other half says it’s too late for redemption.

He isn’t putting in the towel, but he’s giving you the space you want. He’s decided to stop pestering you with text messages and campus visits. It’s obvious his advances aren’t doing him any good. If he ends up frustrating you more, you’ll never hear him out. Maybe you need to come to him instead.

But maybe you never will.

Seungcheol’s appetite dissipates. He walks back to the business building, finds a quiet place to sit, and falls asleep slumped to the side. The last memory he has before greeting slumber is holding you from behind after Seoah had left the living room in his apartment. He remembers teasing you and feeling content with his arms around you. He wonders if he’ll ever get that opportunity again.

Seungcheol sulks at the grade glaring at him.

He’s had worse, but it’s been a few years since he got them.

A shoulder bumps into him. He sets down his phone and looks up. Hajun smiles, pointing to his phone.

“I got a 93. Did I finally beat you?” she teases.

Seungcheol nods his head.

Hajun’s smile grows as she leans over his table.

“Really?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he says, lacking her enthusiasm.

“So, what’d you get?” she questions and takes the empty seat beside him.

“A 66,” he answers, shifting his gaze away.

Hajun gasps. “You’re not playing a game with me, are you?”

“No,” he sighs.

She pauses for a moment then leans in close like she’s about to tell him a secret.

“Is it because of Yn?”

There’s a subtle distaste when she says your name that makes him annoyed.

“Not everything is because of her,” he replies.

“Maybe, but a lot,” Hajun says.

Seungcheol turns his gaze to her. “Like?”

“For starters your low grades,” she replies unhesitatingly. Seungcheol begins to instantly regret asking. “Then, there’s your cranky attitude. You’ve been in a sour mood for weeks.”

She shifts closer to inspect him. Seungcheol moves away, not liking how much she’s in his bubble.

“Wait, I haven’t seen her lately. Is that why you’re… like this?” Hajun asks. She tries to mask the disgust she feels, but Seungcheol notices it.

“Where has she been? Too busy with that silly fashion show?” she continues.

“It’s not silly,” Seungcheol says.

Hajun gives him a look of disbelief. “Seriously? Her whole major is silly.”

Seungcheol takes a deep breath to calm himself down. At first, Seungcheol also didn’t understand why you would major in something frivolous, but he’s seen how passionate you are about the field. He knows how hard you work for your goals, and he finds that admirable. He supports you because he can see how much it means to you.

“Just drop it, Hajun,” he mumbles.

“Or maybe,” she begins to say with a smirk. “Was the sex really that disappointing?”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes; his body becomes rigid.

Hajun’s eyes widen. “You two actually had sex?! Really, Seungcheol? With her?”

“That’s none of your business, Hajun,” he nearly growls.

Seungcheol typically tries not to show frustration toward his friends, but she’s stepped over the line. Again.

“I told you she wasn’t worth it,” she sighs, frowning. Her voice becomes softer. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Seungcheol picks up his phone and backpack.

“Yeah, do what I said earlier and drop it,” he grumbles, rising from his seat.

Hajun watches with big eyes, a little stunned by his harsh response. She silently pleads for him to stay.

“I—I just want you to be happy,” she says.

No, she just wants him to be happy doing what she wants. He realizes she doesn’t even apologize for what she’s said.

He doesn’t reply and finds another seat in the classroom. Thankfully, she doesn’t follow. He can feel her eyes on him, but he ignores it. He’s tempted to leave the room entirely, but with his low grades, he needs to attend the lecture.

Hana, Doyun, and Vernon walk into the room a few minutes later. Hana looks confused to see him and Hajun sitting on opposite sides of the room. Hana hesitates for a second before deciding to sit with Hajun. Doyun follows her while Vernon splits and sits by him.

“You alright?” Vernon asks as he gets his supplies from his bag.

“Should I say yes?” he questions, sinking lower in his seat from the weight of his problems.

“No,” Vernon says.

“Then no. I’m not,” Seungcheol huffs.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay,” Vernon pauses. “I’m here though whenever.”

Seungcheol looks at his friend. He offers a small smile.

“Thanks,” he says.

Vernon returns the expression and nods.

Even though Seungcheol tries his hardest to pay attention, his mind wanders frequently. He checks his phone even though he knows you haven’t texted him. Would you ever again?

The question brings back memories of you. He remembers going out of town with his family for spring break and texting you any chance he got. He remembers being teased about being a phone-addict. He’s not usually, but he felt like it then. He’d check his phone and be excited to see your messages. 

He also remembers talking to you on the phone for hours once he got back. He enjoyed learning more about you; he almost felt a little special that you allowed him your time. He knew you were busy, yet you had talked to him until he started falling asleep.

He shoves the device deep in his pockets, hoping he can do the same with his thoughts. 

Seungcheol doesn’t have a break between classes and heads directly to his next classroom with Vernon. Neither of them speaks much, and he’s grateful his friend understands his need for privacy. Vernon’s never been the one to push him to speak before he’s ready, and he appreciates that aspect of Vernon.

Like before, he still struggles with following along. He can review his notes later; hopefully, some of the content will come back to him.

After class, Vernon bid Seungcheol goodbye. It’s Seungcheol’s last class of the day and normally, he’d head home, but on days when he’s falling behind, he stays on campus. He often feels more focused. However before he can crack open his books, he needs a refresher.

Seungcheol leaves the business building and makes his way toward the central hub that houses several beverage and food options. He pushes the doors open and starts heading straight for the drinks line. However, familiar voices make his footsteps slow.

“She must’ve really needed to use the bathroom,” Mingyu says.

“Or maybe she ditched us,” Jeonghan replies with a chuckle.

Seungcheol takes a quick glance around and spots his friends near the pickup counter.

“We’ve got her drink, though,” Mingyu says, emphasizing his point by gesturing to one of the cups Jeonghan holds.

“I’ll go see if she’s lost,” Jeonghan sighs and leaves.

Seungcheol’s not sure who they’re talking about, but something in his gut says it’s about you.

Seungcheol detours and stops in front of Mingyu.

“Oh, hey,” Mingyu greets with a toothy grin.

“Hey,” Seungcheol replies.

“How were classes?” Mingyu asks.

Seungcheol shrugs, not feeling like doing small talk. He doesn’t want to seem too eager to talk about you, but he can’t help it.

“You here alone?” Seungcheol questions, knowing damn well he’s not.

Mingyu shakes his head. “No, I’m with Jeonghan and Yn… Speaking of, Jeonghan went to go check on her and hasn’t come back.”

As Mingyu speaks, his features become more puzzled. He turns without a word toward where Jeonghan went. Seungcheol follows.

Mingyu rounds the corner, asking, “Is she okay? What’s taking so long?”

Hajun is smiling at Jeonghan nearby while you stand a few feet away, a mixture of emotions on your face. But amidst them all is pain.

Seungcheol’s own heart squeezes at knowing something is wrong. Though, something’s been wrong.

And it’s then he realizes you’re doing something you haven’t done in weeks.

You’re looking at him for longer than three seconds.

It sounds ridiculous, but you’ve been avoiding him so much that a simple stare feels like stumbling upon a four-leaf clover.

Your gaze stirs something inside his chest. Something akin to hope.

Hope that you’ll finally hear him out.

Hope that you’ll forgive him one day.

Hope that you’ll let him back into your life.

He wants it all so badly.

A/N: More to come eventually 😫

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[mahayanawitch]

Going through some old BG3 screenshots so I can maybe jump-start the creative battery on my fic that's wholly and completely written in my noodle, and I come across this gem.

The drow dialogue option here really struck me, but so did the micro expressions on m'boy's companions.

Tarven was a concubine to several Houses before eventually escaping the Underdark entirely; his backstory could charitably be described as "colorful". All this to say, he's absolutely used to navigating the cruel whims of drow matrons, so of course when the option to ask Rolan about his bruises came up as drow-specific dialogue, that's what this writer and roleplay whore chose. And I wanted a snapshot of the moment so I could use the dialogue in the Inevitable Eventual Fic™.

But I was taking another look at how his companions are looking at him, and it's giving me fucking Feelings. Jaheira and Halsin are old enough and wise enough to have a pretty complete picture of what life must have been like in Menzoberranzan, so if this is the first they're hearing Tarven speak of his past there at all, their reactions are characteristically appropriate; Jaheira with hard compassion ("You'll have to point any of these 'matrons' out to me, if you ever see them again...I just want to talk") and Halsin with soft compassion ("That never should have been done to you, and it breaks my heart that you had to endure such pain").

But I was also romancing Gale (can't stop, won't stop romancing Gale as the Durge), and I could stop looking at this picture and thinking, huh, Gale looks like he just put two and two together that he should have a long time ago. And knowing Gale, he had two distinct pieces of information that just...didn't happen to cross in his brain until this moment. I'm certain he's educated enough in drow ways to know it's no picnic for males, but it's like this is the first time he's realizing the extent of it.

That's the look of a man going from "my boyfriend used to do sex work and I'm being progressive about it" to the realization of "my boyfriend was sex trafficked and I've been treating it like a choice".

If nothing else, this might evolve into a side conversation one-shot, even if I don't actually use the material for the fic.

[deanstudies101]

3x04, Sin City

Critical theory: Faith (both directions). The three archetypes. 

Key quotes: Casey, "Do you believe in God, Dean? I’d be surprised if you did." Dean, “I don’t know. I’d like to.” 

Discussion: Liked Dean’s conversation with the demon. However, Dean is usually the one on the side of “we kill supernatural things” vs. Sam’s “we kill evil things”. But Sam was the one who killed Casey, and Dean tried to save her. Casey tried to save him. Dean is good at reading people, seeing their nature (like with Ben)

Liked the demon religion, that Lucifer is like their Jesus. Gives the demons more depth. And Casey was making points—they don’t want to bow down to humans. But there are probably a lot of demons who disagree with Lucifer, and there’s probably gonna be a lot of infighting with the demons, which is what is going on with Ruby and Sam. But a lot of them, like Casey, were ready to follow him, just the grooming didn’t finish and he doesn’t want to lead them. 

Which archetype is Casey? Certainly a more blended one. Not madonna. But… not whore or bitch either, really. Dean does call her a bitch, which obviously is interesting (she calls him one too). But she’s complicated. She maybe isn’t even an archetype? There is definitely a way that the women in spn talk, they all talk the same, and Casey certainly does. All the female demons are Sexy™ which is kinda exhausting. 

Notes: Every time I give “faith” as critical theory they both go 🫢 because apparently “‘Faith’ means it’s gonna be a banger.” 

[hopeshoodie]

Does anyone else feel like the lady characters in THTH don’t have as much interiority as the men so far? 

Jada is the most fleshed (post to follow about that because I have thoughts), but to me the romanceable women feel flat when compared to how the romanceable men are written. 

Marisa is probably the girl we have the most details about- her yoga stuff, that she spends most of her time doing outdoor stuff like biking/hiking/camping- but as for personality we just get that she's overly romantic, hot headed, and jealous. But not a lot of her thoughts on the events of the game, she doesn’t really form friendships with the other cast members outside of her and Theo being united in the no-rule break committee. Even Theo gets some exploration into his mixed feelings about rule-breaking with the player, whereas Marisa kinda just says ‘oh well I really like you’. 

Dakota is the most quirky of all the girls, but literally has no personality outside of 'lol I'm confident! I like food! Touch my butt and feed me pizza!!' We only get personal details about her incidentally (grew up by the ocean) or when other people are revealing things (she’s a workaholic per the conversation with Liam). We get that she revels in having gossip to share, but only when it moves the plot forward. 

I won’t count this against Priya because she’s only been here for a day, but I know nothing about her other than Girlboss (™). 

And Sarah just… I did a loyal route with her and I feel like I know nothing about her. She knows she’s hot, she’s competitive, she likes to have a good time, she hates being told what to do. But she doesn’t have any of the breadcrumbs about her life outside the show, or a backstory on why she’s here/why she’s like this/who she is. Even the intimate suite scene that has the chance to ask other LIs questions is like… Just her flirting with you. Which like, I know some people irl aren’t comfortable sharing about themselves, but she just seems so shallow without the little bits that make her more rounded. 

And like, it’s fine. It’s the same characterization that you’d get in like Episode or Lovelink, but it feels off to me because the men are written in a similar way to characters in LITG- fleshed out, multifaceted, distinct characters.

Like.

We see Theo reckoning with insecurities about his music and wanting to be the most wanted person in the room (but very much not being). He struggles with obviously wanting money and also being a massive whore. 

We see Henri trying to self modulate between these intense emotions but wanting to not appear too forward, and being out of his element. We see how open and earnest he is as he talks about his life and values. 

Liam is just Liam 🥰. (FR Liam’s my favorite boy because his character is v nuanced TO ME) He’s here for a good time and is unattached but also gets jealous quickly and makes rash decisions because of it. He’s goofy with the other guys but also stands his ground to get what he wants. He's direct about what he wants but doesn't take it too far or make it anyone else's problem. He's genuinely friends with the other cast members. He’s clearly very smart and successful but doesn’t talk about it/have a lot of bravado.

But none of the girls outside of Jada have similar storyline. I just. I want more from the women. Sarah and Alex’s one-sided rivalry is fun and Henri/Dakota’s one-off gaff about stealing food was amusing, but they’re the few times the girls interact with other cast members who aren’t MC. 

I want to see Sarah and Theo’s ‘OMG we’re NOT interested in each other NO WAY’ partners in crime schtick grow into a friends to lovers arc. I want to see Dakota either finally getting into the core group of friends (Jada, MC, Alex) or getting upset that she’s usually excluded. I want to see Marisa floundering because if MC isn’t with her she literally has nothing going on. 

I just want to see character setups and arcs similar to what it seems like all the guys have gotten. 

[sols-dreigroschen-blog]

on today's episode of Sol reviewing Threepenny Adaptions, the 1989 Mack The Knife movie

it was... cool? idk what to feel, some parts i enjoyed a lot, some very little, overall i am certainly happy i watched it but i probably won't watch it again

the main negative point for me was the music, i really, really didn't like the translation they used - i think it's the original Blitzstein one? i am familiar with the altered Blitzstein version that was used in the Broadway adaption, which i personally think is both the most aesthetically pleasing one as well as the closest to the original text (both in actual text as well as in Vibes™); the Donmare Warehouse one is too "edgy" (or shall i say crude?) for my tastes, and the one used in this movie was too tame AND too goofy, also the text in some parts didn't have anything to do with the original, like, at all; this really spoilt my enjoyment of the whole thing a lot

visually i was also not that much of a fan? my first thought when seeing the set was the Muppets' Christmas Carol, and it didn't really go away; the costumes were very hit or miss for me, some i loved a lot (Polly's costume with the top hat when she visits Mac in jail, the whores in general and especially Jenny, Jonathan's coat and changing hats), some were terrible (whatever Celia had going on but especially that horrible nightcap, Polly's costume in the beginning which looked like she wandered over from the set of Little House on the Prairie); i also thought the ensemble dancing scenes absolutely terrible

i don't have much of an opinion on Mackie's portrayal, he was fine, but nothing special to me, i was kind of indifferent to him, which was a little odd, since i loved Raul Julia in the Broadway staging, dunno what was the point here

Polly was also pretty boring to me, but then again, the movie didn't give her much to do, she was a little too much on the naive side for my tastes

for the first time, i really liked a Jonathan! he was tall and lanky and had a certain sleazy conman kind of vibe, which i think is essential to the character, the only thing i didn't exactly like was that he was very tame and more on the comedic side? he felt not cynical enough, and also not at all religious, which is an important facet of his character to me

Celia was nice, definitely not my favourite Celia, but her and the Jonathan played really well together, i didn't like it how she was just a bumbling drunk and nagging wife for most of the movie, but in the scenes where she wasn't, she was amazing! also i really loved that Jonathan was tall and lanky and Celia short and chubby, which is how i imagined them while reading :D

Tiger Brown was surprisingly good looking, the Filch surprisingly terrible looking, Lucy was very good although personally i would have switched the actresses for Polly and Lucy

my absolute favourite however was JENNY, she was absolutely flawless and perfect, the acting was great and she looked almost exactly like i imagined Jenny to look, tall, frizzy red hair and a big, aquiline nose, she just lacked the freckles and she would have been straight from my head, she even wore a black lace dress similar to the one i painted her in; this opinion might or might not be influenced by how goddamn GAY i am for this woman

the street singer was a really cool addition, i like narrator type characters like this a lot and he was very fun; the whole Suky Tawdry thing was less to my tastes idk it just struck me the wrong way; the ending was very Brechtian, but didn't fit with the decidedly un-Brechtian rest of the movie, so it just felt eh to me; also i sorely missed the Second Threepenny Finale (it's one of the best songs!!! how could you cut it!!) and why has seemingly no adaption ever the Kampf um das Eigentum scene between Polly and Lucy in it, why do y'all hate FUN! (maybe i should be thankful this had Lucy at all)

some details i liked a lot included the expanded conversation between Jonathan and Celia in their shop, the fact that Lucy bit Polly's fucking ankle during Eifersuchtsduett (please don't show me a staging that doesn't have this ever again), lots of funky hats, the whores in general and their costumes and set design in particular, the fact that Polly's parents both have a brogue and she hasn't, the chariot chase, the fact that the window scene with Mac and Celia was included (it's one of my favourites!), and last but not least the way the Ballad of Immoral Earnings was done almost making my cry

[the-aprilfools-bitch]

Okay, put your dick in here baby<3

(btw this is the actual torture device from the 1820s that I was on about in that post, it's called the chappy chopper (fools learned shit today and enjoys this knowledge of ancient torture of castration))

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

[cheemken]

Knight I just know Bianca gon be blushing and shit when Iris and Haxorus are training Hilbert and Emboar

Gonna be using the same excuse as her alternative version. Saying she wants to study the Bond Phenomenon but staring at Iris 80% of the time

Also I just imagine when Hilbert folded and is laying on the ground, with Emboar and Samurott staring at him, the conversation between him and Iris is what you said, but also

“Arc DAMN that hurts. Man wtf”

“Oh yeah, we feel the same pain our Pokémon feel. We just have a lower pain tolerance than them”

“Why didn’t you tell me that before I told Samurott to attack Emboar??”

“For shits and giggles lol”

Listen, she loves Hilbert and everything, but she can’t resist fucking with him. She just didn’t expect Samurott to hit Emboar that hard

The civil war in Unova may have matured him, but he’s meant to be stupid™️. Especially now that Iris is here with him

LMFAAOOOO REAL THO HAHAHAHAHAH

Look, the moirails together are either really really soft or the biggest crackheads known to man and everyone else has to deal w them Arceus knows they'd be unstoppable if they really were childhood friends lmaooo

Hilbert on the ground looking up at Iris all "you are such a bitch fr"

Iris grins at him, feigning hurt, a hand on her chest, "me? A bitch? Why, good sir, I'm an asshole at best"

"eat shit, whore"

"you first, shitstain"

Low-key angsty but Hilbert now yearning that sense of normalcy omfsss bcndbdnd anyways yeah these two your honour they make me so ill cbxnxn

And def tho, Bianca just staring at Iris bc Iris has a toned body and she has abs and the way her muscles flex when she endured hits from Hilbert too and Arc that is so unfair why is she so attractive cjmsns Hilda's there giving her a look™

"you sure this is still for research?"

"o-of course! Iris said the trainers are part of the battle bond process!"

"I see, well, it just seems you're staring more at Iris than anyone else"

"what no I'm not chmdbd"

Homegirl is not as subtle as she thinks she is lmfao, Hilda has to deal with not only the crackhead energy of Iris and Hilbert, but also Bianca being a gay fuck just staring at Iris and going "oh my Arc,,," everytime Iris looks at her and smirks at her and winks at her Arc she is so fucking unfair Bianca can't focus on her research now cbsmns hahahaha

[bubsub69]

Entry 1

entries 1-13 were written pre-tumblr

12/05/2023 4:08

4am what better time to start a diary, who knew waking up for 9am classes and then at noon on the next day and then 9am etc could fuck up your sleep schedule.

But yeah… why start a secret encrypted diary now? the first one i've ever made? idk, im just tired and afraid and sick of being lonely and touch starved and all the other stuff

Definetely didnt help to scroll through r/niceguys and seeing the I'm 21 kissless virgin that was bullied and ignored by girls that isnt sexist and racist and doesnt do drugs and thinking wow its literally me and then it being followed by females owe me sex the post: https://www.reddit.com/r/niceguys/comments/12n0m5q/ngvc_im_not_a_sexist_but_females_owe_me_sex/

cause you know… what if i become like this, what if i become an even bigger nuisance than i already am and/or fuck up my chances of ever finding someone, it's especially worrysome that i felt bad for some of the guys, you know simpathizing with the kind of people that call women whores for not wanting the nice guy, cant believe i went to the subreddit because of the omoriboy soy parody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahPdX90_6jg).

And then there's the someone i found ish just gonna call her D She replied to my post on the femdompersonals subreddit and it was pretty close to love at first sight, but probably very one sided, i mean shit she was now moving from the us to porto what better luck could i want. But she's been very busy, especially with the moving, it took from her texting me on the 26 of april to the 7th of may just to have a 1 hour call.

And boy that call was something, i literally think it was the only time i was genuinely happy in like.. i dunno a month? a year? more? i couldnt even sleep that night, i really needed that call cause i thought she was just fucking with me at that point, you know pretending to be interested and catfishing me for something but no i got a 1 hour call and she even showed me her face at the end, i was kinda expecting something sexual but no it was just getting to know each other which is fine for a first call, she's a really cool and interesting girl, i did think it was weird she just went to walk her dog mid conversation but i guess its something that cant wait, it probably had to pee as well.. maybe it was actually nice of her not to hang up on the call while she was walking the dog.

But yeah i'm kind of back at square one, shes not busy with moving but she has a million hobbies apparenly that she balances with her work and learning a new language and all that stuff, shes had a non specified workshop and a ceramics class as excuses which.. yeah im doubting if shes actually doing, i even commented wow you have a lot of hobbies which i was scared of doing cause i didnt want to imply shes lying even if i have the gut feeling she is, and it makes me feel awful to not trust her, but honestly i think i'd be fine with all that if she just put some initiative in texting, literally the only time she texted first was for a link to a game that she didnt even comment on, really makes ya wonder is she doing some 'woman games™' or just fucking with me or just seeing how far she can push me.. fuck i am becoming an incel, cause you know its the classic i have a life outside of you, you cant just expect me to make time for you everyday but fuck maybe the first call was a bad ideia cause now i just crave more, i seriously think theres some potential here but not if she doesnt have time for me, which im obviously not entitled to but ofc i still want it.

im just so scared of texting her, if i do it too often i might annoy her, if i dont do it enough she might forget about me.. i dont even know whats worse, i tried texting every other day but that also seems like too much, i dunno do i just wait for her to text me and make a call appoinment, it also kind of doesnt help i dont even know her name or age, granted she doesnt know my name either but yeah its another layer of anonymity that i want to get rid of, maybe i should try on the weekend, its when we had the call and she might have time, we'll see

She did kind of mention meeting up one day, dont know if she was just being nice of something, but i just wish i knew how she feels about me, or just get some advice with texting her, i dont want to be disingenuous either and write what someone else tells me to, how do i balance being needy and not annoying.

and theres also the voice.. i'm honestly starting to worry im losing control to the self degrading voice i have inside me, that thing is real mean, its whats making me distrust her and shit, i even thought i 'defeated' it with the call but it just came back same as before. The youre useless and an annoyance and all those thoughts are kind of starting to worry me a bit, especially since the suicide thoughts are becoming a bit too common, im still far from it, im too scared to do it, but the first step of commiting suicide is having the reason to do it, and i also think im kind of becoming a psycopath, not in the edgy way its just ive become so apathetic lately, the 'mom would be sad' strategy doesnt work at all cause im so sick of her, between being annoying and not trusting me and being dumb and the shit she did to my cousin and kind of being blamed cause shes getting unknown disease cause of stress, ive kind of grown to hate her a bit i did cry a bit when i got my cousin's graduation ribbon (its a thing here, you write shit like good job and good luck), reading the only ribbon that i got that wasnt just generic garbage made me tear up a bit, not immediately just when i got home, and it didnt help when she hugged me and said if you ever leave pls take me with you, so yeah maybe im not apathetic i just hate my mother

There's also my cat, im kind of getting… idk sick of him too angry, it just feels like he doesnt like me sometimes, which is absurd he comes to greet me and only me when i arrive and hes actually been sleeping a bit with me tonight and yesterday, but the biting when i pet him is really annoying.. what am i saying its just cat stuff its normal. I am feeling kinda weird when i pet him and think damn i wish i was the one being petted (not by him ofc), you know just lying on girls lap and being petted, r/cuddle_slut really made me realize how fucking touch starved i am.

Or maybe i should just move on from her.. maybe she doesnt want that kind of relationship, i really dont want to start talking to someone else while im talking with her tough, feels real scummy, i kind of did that with someone on skype, i had a couple of sessions with her but she kind of stopped texting me as i was talking to D which was lucky, but in those sessions i had full video on and she didnt even use her voice so i guess its kind of fair, she was also the one that took the initiative texting so who knows maybe shes doing what im planning on doing, letting her text first which didnt really work out for her cause i didnt and now our last message is from the 28th. typing this really discouraged me from the let her text first and see what happens strategy, i guess ill settle for trying on the weekend tough this saturday i have the ribbon party so hopefully i have time and energy to call her

Maybe ill just try some keyholding, just to do something sexual that isnt just showing my junk and locking it or putting my finger in my ass for the skype girl, but the problem with keyholding is that it might take some time.. what if while im locked D wants to do something and i reveal i've been """unfaithfull""" i think im gonna wait a bit more for her i really want things to work out with her she just seems like a really cool person but im worried im too much of a loser for her, the very busy woman who managed commitees has a million hobbies and her boyfriend who's a stay at home gamer

I guess that's it for first entry, hopefully when I'm rereading this im in a better state, or maybe im showing this to my therapist or hey maybe even D or whatever her name is, overall not bad for a first diary entry i think, i got to rant a bit even if it was just on a keyboard, i think im gonna start writing here a bit, some non sad stuff as well hopefully

maybe ill dump this on some ai text and see what happens (garbage pretty much)

See you on entry 2 i guess.

PS wow its 5:15 was not expecting to spend an hour writing this

[still-a-morosexual-help]

lucifer is a pick-me, change my mind /j

So I have a very vague understanding of what this is (am i old now???????????? or do i just live under a rock?) but is pick me behaviour;

hearing a guy (whom you're not dating) compliment someone else's cookies (in a conversation that has nothing to do with you), getting irrationally upset by it, bitching about it to your bff, deciding you're gonna make the ✨ best cookies ever ✨ then he's gonna have to admit you make the best cookies & not that other Bitch™ your mutual friend. Go into a manic baking frenzy & use your bff as a taste tester. After nearly killing your bff cos the cookies you just gave them have the same consistency as loose sand via food poisoning decide that since he only complimented that attention-seeking-whore's your mutual friend's cookies that means he basically admitted you are the best in everything else. Feel delusionally proud of yourself.

Because if so, then Lucifer has done all of that in canon😐

[fagh0ul]

More Ghost headcannons because I'm a monster, all of Papa's 1, 2 and 3

also I made a lot so they'll be under the cut

I:

- Gardening, duh

- basically deaf at this point, if he's not wearing his hearing aids then he's living in silence

- Still smokes (pipe, cigar, cigarette, anything)

- Isn't a big fan of kids, but he can tolerate them (aka raising Secondo and Terzo was a hassle)

- Likes his coffee like he likes his metal, black.

- Loves dogs, like the really big ones that drool everywhere. They're his favorite.

- His days of play are long gone, he's outside 99% of the time reading or taking care of his plants

- Primo has done some fucked up shit in the name of Satan. There's gallons of blood on his hands simply from summoning his ghouls

- When he was younger, he was pretty tame because he let all his stress, worry, and anger out during rituals sawing people's heads off so they could become ghouls.

- All that's behind him now.

- Arthritis is kicking his ass tho

- Along with the fluid in his lungs and his dying kidneys.

- He fucking loves his ghouls, he adores them so much. Like he's constantly inviting them out to the garden to talk or just enjoy the sun

- He loves them so much that he made a while signing system for them and is very kind to them, mostly because he feels bad for how they were created

II:

- Also a very big fan of black coffee, it's what he lives off of.

- Smokes. Fags and Cigars. A Lot.

- He doesn't like vaping or e-cigs because he craves death in the worst way: slow and painful.

- He surprisingly doesn't smell like cigs tho, but then again he never wears the same outfit twice

- Doesn't snore when he sleeps, he's very quiet; but he has to sleep with a pillow between his knees or else they ache (kinnie moment)

- Has to drink whiskey to be able to get a good night's sleep

- Suffers from horrible nightmares, mostly about losing control over his own body and becoming a puppet to someone else

- Suffers from restless leg syndrome and one of his hips and knees had to be replaced after a bad fall.

- Does not like to be taken care of, he enjoys being pampered and spoiled but not coddled

- Barely works; but when he does, do not bother him.

- Has a pet boa constrictor named Isabella; only likes her tho, all other animals can fuck off and die.

- He's a big fan of more subtle fashion, a black alb with dark green seams is his favorite thing to wear (besides suits).

- In normal conversation, he's swearing every other word. (another kinnie moment)

- A smooth talker, he knows just what to ask to get the answers he wants

- He doesn't pick up on sarcasm very well, he just looks at you like 😐

- Horrible anger problems, absolutely terrifying.

- People have been killed because they looked at him wrong. Don't critique him either, you'll be used at the next Ritual.

- Hasn't shaved himself in years and always has a ghoul do it, insisting that they give him a closer shave.

- He likes to cook, and if he weren't a Papa he would have opened his own restaurant.

- Whore™

- Most likely has a Sibling of Sin or a Ghoul under his desk at all times

- He's into some weird shit man

III:

- BISEXUAL LORD

- God this man is gay.

- The 3 month age difference is really apparent when Terzo and Secondo are in a room together.

- He knows just where to poke the bear so Secondo blows up on him.

- "Do you shine your head?" "I will fucking kill you. Don't touch me."

- He's very out going, very friendly.

- He's naturally confident, but even he questions how real some of that confidence is.

- Terzo smokes but only when he gets stressed

- He and Copia used to get baked when they were teens. They would go up on a roof somewhere and just look at the stars while they smoked

- Did I mention he's gay?

- When he's not working, he's most likely getting fucked or fucking someone/some ghoul.

- Gets the most play out of all the Papas, he's charasmatic

- Started drinking sweet coffee as a joke to piss off his brothers but now can't stop drinking it

- HUGE fashionista, he loves fashion so much and adores going to runways to watch the models

- Has a bit of a temper, but his outbursts are very short and usually consist of him screaming into the corner of a room or slamming a door.

- His rituals aren't bloody at all, he hates blood. They focus on the sensual side of Satan.

[bloodgoddarlin]

Brainrot time rn: (female Reader cuz I am a soft whore for Brutus bc I can change him /j 👉👈)

So Brutus and his boys™ were kind of roaming around before confronting Techno along with the Butcher Army. They never really were in the overworld before so they at least wanted to see what life was like there in comparison to the Nether. A few villages were bypassed by them, nothing to extraordinary or interesting that could strike their attention but after reaching a semi-hidden village in the depths of the forest it got interesting.

At first everything seemed so lively, Farmers were wandering around and taking care of their crops, a blacksmith was busy grinding a sword and a bit remote in the back you could see a butcher chopping up some meat. Y'know, ordinary village life.

It all seemed so peaceful and almost fairy tale-like until loud ringing of bells caught the Piglin group's attention, even if they didn't know the meaning of this they were alarmed as soon as they saw what was so peaceful before in an uproar, Villagers running around in panic, trying to get inside their houses as fast as possible.

"What do you mean he's not here?" A tall male hissed at the blacksmith, presumably the chief of this village.

"Your daughter left with him this morning, he said he wanted to make sure she'd be safe."

Another grumble from the village's chief. "We won't be able to fight back for long then, we don't have enough men to do it..."

The piglins only heard part of the conversation but knew that this village was in deep trouble. It took a while for them to figure out what to do, they were caught up in the middle of chaos and if it were a Piglin village they of course would have helped without second thoughts but those were humans.

It took a while until it struck Brutus - humans often had a lot of riches to offer, maybe they could get something big out of this by helping them.

"Vernedan there's no damn need for this uproar, we're just here to talk, negotation and things, you know" The boss of the Pillager group stepped forward.

"Sure, negotiation Arek, that's why your men are armed from head to toe. What do you want?"

The atmosphere between the two men was telling stories about their relationship between each other.

"Mnh so it's gotta be the hard way if you don't wish to talk to us? We found something out in the wild that belongs to you, figured you want that back."

Brutus immediately noticed that the village chief saw red when two of the pillagers dragged a female forward that was trying to resist them as much as she possibly could, trying to ram into their bodies to push them away from her.

"Shouldn't allow your daughter to walk around with a trash bin of protector if you want her to stay safe~"

(Too lazy to continue writing lol sorry)

and then Brutus is like "ayo she kinda fine" and kidnaps you because "cute human yes"

[halinski]

OK so

Months ago our neighbors had called the police on some confrontation on the street that was between people that lived in our house in the top floor and their friends, and the thing is, everyone else in the neighborhood basically is German™ and the guy upstairs is a turk

And my assumption is the Germans let their prejudices get the better of them (bc that's how they acted toward my family for the first decade here even tho we're white, just southeastern European)

And we weren't there but the neighbors told my parents omg the things that were said, it was Horrid

And I'm trying to explain that 'schlampe' (like a slang word for whore) isn't like that terrible in my generation. I've never said it, but it falls in irritation and whatnot

And now my parents were trying to explain this to my Bosnian relatives and my father calls my mother a schlampe and how our uncle called her that too

And I was like WHOA

And he goes "well it means messy"

Bc he thought schlampig = schlampe, when in fact schlampig DOES mean messy, but schlampe does NOT

And then they all looked at me to explain schlampe and I'm like... How do I put this

And that's how in our Sunday morning familial conversation suddenly everyone was saying Kurva

[the-aprilfools-bitch]

Gah, that's sso

Great art babe<3

Y'all wanna see a self portrait homework I did for my digital arts class?

Not what I look like exactly but it's close enough-ish. I'm very pretty-ified here so no compliments <3

P.s. not finished cuz I got lazy (u can tell cuz the worms aren't detailed)

[sukugo]

Hi!!! Ngl I was intrigued by hehe pain but I think I'll go with me and my predictable ass for that wip meme!! 😂

hiii! well, i'll decribe both then :D

hehe pain is a lil stony ficlet set right after tony's death, where steve carries tony's body and there's angsty regretful thoughts. here's a little smth from it:

And Steve looks down at Tony’s face.

Tony’s skin is pale. It yellows. It drapes over his bones, the flesh underneath slumping into itself, his plump face falling, as if a toy unstuffed.

Tony’s eyelids are closed, dark lashes falling over his sinking skin. And oh, realization hits Steve, he won’t get to see Tony’s eyes glow ever again. Another sob twists his face.

Despair dampens his cheeks, tears falling onto Tony as a plea, a call, an apology, a demand for the other. And the muscles of his body tremble around Tony, his body shakes with each sob.

And he wants to wrap his arms tighter around Tony, pull him as close as he can, keep him against him forever.

But it feels like he was to fall apart under Steve. Like if he were to crumble and disappear if held too tight. And Steve’s afraid, with the way his touch has only ever hurt Tony in the past.  

Tony’s head rolls against Steve’s chest and Steve wonders if he can hear the way his heart grieves.

as for me and my predictable ass lmao, it's a stony college au fic. i think the first lines in the doc are pretty explanatory ahdasjkda: 

so!! basically steve moves in to the college dorms and he’s put to room with tony. steve’s all cool, just hopes tony’s a cool guy and they get along. turns out, according to steve’s friends, tony has a Reputation. apparently he’s filthy rich, kind of an ass and well, publicly renowned for being the best fuck. 

“publicly renowed,” bucky says, “as in everyone has slept with him at least once” “have you?” “:)”

now, steve could honestly not give any less shits about tony being the resident Whore™, as his friends say he’s called, except for the fact that sometimes tony has his partners come to their room and well, steve has walked in on tony having sex a little too many times for it to be considered socially acceptable

which like, wouldn’t even be that bad if it weren’t for the fact that steve has never even had a proper conversation with him. hell, he’s never even been able to take a good look at the person who’s supposedly rooming with him (supposedly, bc tony’s never there when he goes to sleep or when he wakes up)

well, u know how it goes. they meet some day, steve’s in awe at how pretty tony is bc of course he is, i’m the one writing this asdjashd. as he gets to know him it turns out, tony’s not really as bad as people make him out to be. sure, he’s a huge flirt, he’s arrogant, but as steve gets to know him (through various scenarios) he realizes that tony’s incredibly smart (he’d been told, but he never expected tony to be an actual genius), he’s kind of a dork and he’s just. so small. 

slowly, steve starts developing feelings (but he doesn’t know that :D) so we have steve getting jealous of people touching tony so easily and sometimes in inappropriate ways, which then turns into realization which then turns into steve not having any idea what to do in tony’s presence bc this man is way too pretty and way too cute and he can’t handle it. 

then feelings come to light and love flourishes !! and all that 

im gonna stop and not give too many details bc i could literally go on and on about this shdjasdh. i actually have the whole thing planned in my head, but i havent properly written anything down. as for the name, it’s bc i’m a huge sucker for the whole character sleeps around and has people treat them as a sexual object thing, it's one of my fave tropes