#why the hell arent my tags showing

[yaboisnelf]

sometimes some guy has to turn off his hearing aid and sit in an alley for a bit yk

monthly post <3

[cerealmonster15]

I have to ask WHY on earth did they turn Flannery into a goldfish??? What did he do to them to make them want to Literally Curse Him??

man. thats a good question. let's see if i have an answer JFKLDSKFLJDS

i'll be real a lot of it was me kinda winging it improv style - i should probs clarify [im not sure how clear i am on artfight lol] that moooost of my non twst characters are like, from a roleplay thing my friend and i do in google docs together kfdsjfl so thats where flannerys from. and then sometimes, plotlines and characters stem from an idea on a whim - like originally i had an idea for flannery to be a lost prince that was turned into a fish by like, enemy hitmen or sometihing.

and tbh that makes more sense than family betrayal LOL but i thiiiiiiiiiink i swapped it to son of a politician and also an influencer [cries lol] because it fit the 'modern au' better. modern fantasy. whatever. also we do have a separate au googledoc universe that IS royalty themed so maybe one day he will be a missing prince there teehee

ok anyway sorry i havent answered your actual question i got distracted lol. so aside from half of it being me coming up with shit on the fly and being kind of bad at storytelling klsjfkdshf the IN UNIVERSE ANSWER is like, flannery kinda just doesnt have a good relationship with his family - his parents suck and flannerys not a "useful asset" and is also the product of infidelity. so it's like, he's not going to be a powerful politician or business guy, he's not good on camera, and also theres this unspoken secret of him being someone else's son <- i think my idea here was like, the father is Aware his wife was having an affair and that flannery isnt his kid but neither of them have Spoken Of It because blah blah keeping up appearances a divorce would be a scandal whatever. you know how it is with traditional family values 😒

and i think i have also just watched a lot of youtube videos covering family vlogger scandals/ also just regular vlogger scandals, and sometimes that shits just wild LOL so i was like ok. politician dad doesnt like or care about this kid, vlogger mom sees his disappearance as months worth of content to milk lol. so they hired someone to Get Rid Of Him - i cant remember if they... planned the fish part. maybe. i guess so? the plan tho was just have him turned into a fish that would probably get eaten and act like he got kidnapped or ran away and then announce hes dead later.

flannery's got an older brother that shows up at his school and is like, a clone of their mom, in that hes like "omg theres this GUY HERE who is PRETENDING to be my DEAD BROTHER i need to live stream this." and then something something their relation was proved and he pivoted immediately to "oh wowwww my poor sweet brother i cant BELIEVE our parents tried to cover you up like this wow i missed u so much let's be besties [lie]"

so anyway. there kind of isnt that a good reason besides drama + theyre in a magical setting and i thought it was fun LOL. flannery's one of my much newer characters so i havent had a lot of time to fully flesh out his character yet. he's a lil one note right now and i need to figure him out a bit more to make him,,,, actually interesting,,, but. 🫡

[vapormage]

you can make fandom posts for a niche game, but Watch Out

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ wrong couple ? (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : lando norris x fem reader

summary : the chaotic process of Lando getting a wife

fc: Olivia Culpo

a/n : This is a series, and this is PART 2, let me know if you want to be tagged in the final part ! it was requested anonymously, thank you for requesting it 🫶🏻

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ynculpo sunsets with the best man I could get 🌅

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user1 I saw what she did there 🗿

user2 MA'AM!? WHAT IS THE CRUISE FOR !?

user3 istg everyone is just posting pics and not telling anything

user4 MAX AND KELLY GOT ENGAGED !?

user5 #KELLAX

user6 that sounds like a crime mob name 😭

landonorris forever and ever 🧡

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user7 I luvvv how lando's media personality is different from his real one

user8 Sir Lando, please lend em your gf, she is too gorgeous 🤺

user7 Only Lewis is Sir, Lando is master ��

charlesleclerc mama and papa 🐱

ynculpo HELL NO- I CANT BE A GRANDMA AT 24

oscar.piastri 😔

ollie.bearman 😔

ynculpo stop, you have alex

fransisca.gnomes I am stealing her lando

landonorris sure, take her for the day, because her nights are mine

maxverstappen1 you horny ass

landonorris what? you never watch Netflix and chill with Kelly ?

maxverstappen1 😒

user9 did he mean netflix or chill

user10 or NETFLIX AND CHILL

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kellypiquet mijn wereld ❤️

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maxverstappen1 to many more years and watching P grow ❤️

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user1 IS THAT A RING ON HER RING FINGER

user2 THE CRUISE WAS INDEED FOR HER AND MAX’S PROPOSAL

user3 THEY ARE GETTING MARRIED

user4 congrats to the best couple 🌟

user5 max really took that groomer as his wife…

user6 can you like not spoil their special day ?

user7 max, pls tell Lando to propose to yn as well

user8 fr, they have been dating for almost 4 years now

fransisca.gnomes my heart 🥹

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landonorris best sil 🧡

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user9 LANDO’S COMMENT

user10 LANDO JUST CONFIRMED

user11 damn, max flexing his money from this proposal

user12 if my standards are not up-

user13 fr, DAMIAN, YOU BETTER PROPOSE TO ME IN PRIVATE HIRED CRUISE

user14 who is damian? user13 my bf 🗿

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maxverstappen1 best man duties

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user1 TOLD YA

user2 HE IS GETTING MARRIED YALL

user3 EVEN KELLYY LIKED

user4 she likes all posts 🗿

user5 MY PENELOPE AND MAX HEART

user6 MAX VERSTAPPEN, 3 TIME WORLD CHAMPION IS NOW MARRIED

user7 we got one more down before Lewis 🤺

landonorris 😏🙃

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charlesleclerc so excited 💪🏻

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carlossainz55 tequilla and music 🌇

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user8 THE GRID DRIVERS ARENT EVEN DENYING IT

user9 GRID MARRIAGE WOOHOHOHOHOHOHO

user10 but isn't the best man for someone else's wedding ?

user11 wait..

user12 WHAT

user13 y'all it's him and Kelly getting married only, being a best man for Kelly ?

user14 makes sense

user15 y'all are dumb

user16 why is Lando in all the pics tho?

user17 can't there be friends 😒

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f1wags New Marriage in grid !? A huge ‘marry me’ was seen in the ocean, presumably where the f1 grid cruise was passing by. With the recent post of Kelly Piquet, Max Vertsappen’s girlfriend, it seems she is the new Mrs. Verstappen ?

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user1 AHAHAHAHAHAH

user2 told ya-

user3 where is my invite ?

user4 to all the haters, TAKE THAT

user5 can’t wait for more max x penelope crumbs 🥹

user6 that man seriously showed off his wealth for the proposal

user7 they look cute together ngl-

part3

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@ilivbullyingjeongin @fangirlforever2000 @magnusi-97 @clo5406 @yesmanbabe

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@raynetargaryan2 @brekkers-whore @lifesass @formula1-motogpfan @yawn-zi

@barcelonaloverf1life @jxnellat @gigicisneros @yukimaniac @l-sofiamia-l

@s0phiad @shiftermeance @coriyaps @formulaal

@pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @landotd @fulla02 @orlafitz1664

@abq654 @mastermindbaby @awritingtree @nichmeddar @emz2092

@mysteriesincorporated @dramallama9 @emxlando @ahnneyong @burkylover

@czennieszn @weekendlusting @charli123456789 @mamako23

@mxdi0 @claudiajacobs

[twisting-echo]

WHAT THE HELL?!?! Man, that sucks! I'm so sorry this happened to you. I've never heard of this happening before. Thanks for sharing none the less.

oh thanks tumblr for fucking me over because i wanted to change my pfp

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 17

dirty talk - miya atsumu x reader

word count: 583

kinktober masterlist

Everyone in Atsumu’s life knew he had a big mouth. He was the guy who didn’t know when to shut up. And it annoyed the crap out of everyone. His friends, his teammates, his twin brother. However, you had never once complained about it.

When you first said you didn’t really mind Atsumu’s lack of filter, everyone was rightfully shocked. Osamu had questioned you on multiple occasions about it (“how do you fight the urge to just deck him across the face?”) and Suna had straight up declared you a psycho (he was being dramatic, of course). You had a feeling that if they knew exactly why you loved Atsumu running his mouth, they would never look at you the same.

You looked on at your boyfriend right now, eyes shining with adoration and pure lust as you watched him fall apart at the feeling of your pussy clinging to his cock in a death grip.

“H-ha~” Atsumu’s moan was high and broken, his hair disheveled and matted to his forehead by sweat, red flush covering his cheeks, his neck, all the way down to his bare chest. His arms flexed when he gripped your thighs hard, pushing them further up to rest on either sides of your torso, bending you in half. You sighed when it made his dick hit deeper in you, and Atsumu cursed.

“B-baby, fuck.” His voice sounded so wrecked, you were sure you could cum just from that. “Pumped ya full of loads of cum and yer still tight as hell. God, yer so perfect. Pussy made just fer me, yeah?”

You moaned at the words and nodded furiously, the slow slide of his cock growing torturous. He was throbbing inside you, balls tight and ready for him to cum again. Your pelvis was covered in your own juices and his cum, your legs wobbling and shaking in his hold. Your core was tingling with overstimulation, but you wanted more, more, more.

“Tsumu.” you gasped, trying to convey to him what you needed. Your tear filled eyes saw his own face stretch with a wide smirk.

“Whatcha want? Another load? Ya want more cum?” His voice dropped low, eyes like molten earth, burning into you. He leaned over you, resting his weight on you, before he pulled back to slam his hips down hard against you. You yelped when he hit your sweet spot.

“You greedy slut. How much more ya want? Yer spillin all over the place. Can’t even hold this much cum in ya. But ya still want it. Fine, then. Princess gets what princess wants.”

And there was his mouth, running and running, words getting filthier and filthier, slurring together as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were getting more and more sloppy, quicker, desperate. You could feel, for the thousandth time, the knot in your lower stomach tightening. You were so close.

“Make a mess on me, baby. C’mon. Need ta feel ya gush all over me. I know you have it in ya. I know what this sweet pussy can give me. Ya want my cum? Gimme yer cum first, sweetheart. C’mon. Milk my cock-”

And you toppled over the edge, feeling more and more wetness coat your thighs and his hips, babbling nonsensical words while Atsumu talked about how good you looked and how fucking amazing it feels and oh god, he was gonna cum too….

Miya Atsumu’s big mouth came in handy sometimes. The people in his life just didn’t know that.

Taglist:

@bxbyyyjocelyn @thisbicc @lazuliquartz @dreamayy @kuroosluthoe @true-form-hoe @akumakitsune21 @cham0mil3-and-h0n3y @samisfunky @universal-s1ut @msbyomimi @dohwaesu @leothesquishy @n0tmykays @tsukiran @reyofsunshinelol @bleach-your-panties @galaneiaeris @leyra-giovanni @erenspersonalwh0re @peachesncats @soapsoftheworld @iwannabecamiloshovel @vintagevict0ria @smithieandy @moonlit-mizukage @snazzyturtles @argwein

A/N: For those whose tags arent working, im sorry! I tried and for some reason, your names wont show up in the mentions :( another way of being notified is to turn on my blog notifs for @teamatsumufics . I only reblog my fics there so it serves almost like being in a taglist!

[k4txlulzz]

i fucking despise batcest mfs. why the HELL are those people in an anti tag please go f urselves

[EDIT: i now know that tags arent exclusive and if i put anti something in my tags, that something will still show up on my feed^^; i have blocked the tags and moved on since]

[miiilowo]

i feel like theres not a lot of great resources out there so i figured id just ask -- how would you recommend ways of living with/helping out someone else with npd? :)

youre right! most of the time when u look up NPD stuff its "THE ABUSER DISORDER: KNOW HOW TO RECOGNIZE IT AND DISABLE NARC DEFENSES SO THEY CANT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU" which isnt. Great

all it really comes down to is listening to them n addressing their needs if they've communicated them to you. ill try to simplify it so i dont get too into details, though i will likely fail, and most of this advice will be based off my experiences, so idk how much itll apply to whoever ur talking about BUT:

generally (and w me especially) you can safely say that NPD mostly has to do with ego dysregulation. Our [as in myself and people w npd] mental health and general happiness tends to rely on how people perceive us, and if that perception is anything but positive, we feel like poopy doo doo dogshit. we kinda need to be paid attention to in a way that feels meaningful, yknow? compliment them, make sure theyre included in conversations (esp group ones), and try not to ignore em in any way. if youre talking to them and youre busy, for example, make sure you include that detail so they don't feel like youre brushing them aside. stuff like that. if they make art, and you genuinely like it, try going into detail as to why, whether its the colors or linework or what have you. if they write, tell them what you liked about the story or poem, etcetera. Tag them in stuff that reminds you of them if you have their socials, or send them things, show it to them, whatever.

lots of us tend to actually be very insecure, even if it doesn't seem that way, which might be important to keep in mind. sometimes we can get whats referred to as "narc crashes" (im not particularly a fan of the term narc, though theres nothing actually wrong with it, so ill just call it an NPD crash) where for whatever reason, we go from feeling great and secure in our egos and our stability and happiness and security to falling 600 feet down directly into hell no recovery absolutely awful 0% joy 0% light 100% agony. dogs with human teeth screaming at you and shit its really just no good. calling you a dunderhead

they usually (though not always!) come after a high where we feel fantastic, and most commonly the cause of a crash is we get hurt by someone, humiliated, or made to feel lesser in some significant way. for me, they're the worst when i no longer feel confident that people like me, and i become incredibly worried everybody secretly hates me. which is a very very very awful train of thought to be experiencing when you have the "EVERYBODY NEEDS TO LIKE ME NOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" disorder. so if ur friend seems depressed or upset make sure to ask whats going on and bump up the praise and stuff up a notch. its the best way to recover for Me, at least. crashes dont have a consistent like. timeframe? i think it highly depends on the severity of what happened and whats being done to fix it, though im certainly no psychologist lmao

i feel like when folks w npd Are mean or unfair its because their needs arent being met, theyre doing awful, and they need support so they dont desperately lash out for it. god knows thats the case for me. thats another thing thats important to keep in mind i think

a lot of traits of NPD aren't pretty, and thats just a fact of the matter. its a disorder for a reason and all. even if we dont express the almost inherently negative traits all the time (usually because we are aware they are unfair to other people), its very likely that we are feeling them, and it does erode your brain after a while. The DSM-5 list of traits is probably the best way to go for this, as per this government website:

"A pervasive pattern of grandiosity (fantasy or behavior), need for admiration, and with lack of empathy, beginning by early adulthood, as indicated by at least five of the following:

Has a grandiose sense of self-importance (e.g., exaggerates achievements, expects to be recognized as superior without actually completing the achievements)

Is preoccupied with fantasies of success, power, brilliance, beauty, or perfect love.

Believes that they are "special" and can only be understood by or should only associate with other special people (or institutions).[milo note: its hard for me to find something specific to make bold in this definition, but generally, i do not express that i think that i am better than other people even if i think it]

Requires excessive admiration.

Has a sense of entitlement, such as an unreasonable expectation of favorable treatment or compliance with his or her expectations.

Is exploitative and takes advantage of others to achieve their own ends.

Lacks empathy and is unwilling to identify with the needs of others.

Is often envious of others or believes that others are envious of them.

Shows arrogant, haughty behaviors and attitudes."

Ive bolded the ones that would negatively affect people that, I, at least, try not to express but still feel, or feel the desire to do, near constantly.

As you can see, thats a pretty hefty chunk of them! I'm sure some people could take problem with every trait listed here, in which case they can suck my whole dick, but those are the ones I've noticed upset people the most, or make relationships the most difficult. I bring these up because if someone does express these, you need to keep in mind it is because of a personality disorder. That doesn't always make them acceptable, and if they are really upsetting, you should talk to them about it, but thats just like. basic relationship shit lmao. just try to be an eensy bit forgiving

Though the MAIN reason I wanted to bring up the traits is due to the 'entitlement/unreasonable expectation of favorable treatment/compliance' one. This can manifest in a whole lot of ways, but it is genuinely infuriating when someone ignores what i want them to do/what ive asked them to do/etc, especially if its for a reason that doesnt 'feel' solid enough, like them just not wanting to do it. it can be incredibly frustrating if someone with npd says they need something from you or want you to do xyz and it doesnt happen, so try your best to listen to them. if you cant do what they desire for whatever reason, make sure thats clear, and why. Most of us will recognize we're being unfair, but will still be mad; Just know its not because of you, its because of the disorder, and most people will not hold it against you because they're aware its unreasonable in some fashion.

i think thats like. the main things when it comes to meeting the needs of someone w NPD. to summarize and dumb it down:

make sure to compliment them in meaningful ways, especially when you really mean it

pay attention to them; try to prioritize them in conversation and such. it feels very nice. dont ignore them for the love of god

keep the crashes in mind, and try to uplift your friend as much as you can. reassure them you care about them, maybe not directly by saying "i care about you" but with your actions in general

listen to them and adapt to their needs as best as you can

remember that if they are being unpleasant its probably because of The Disorder and they are not doing well. dont let anyone be a prick to you but try to be kind. everybody goes through shit

if anyone has anything to add, or if you have any followup questions, feel free to ask ^_^ i very much didn't cover everything here, and again, this is mostly based off of my experience as someone w NPD, and everyone is different to some degree. The most important thing to do is ask about their needs, and try to adapt to them the best you can.

i think thats all i have to say for now tho so. sayanora. if i come up w anything else ill add it in an edit

[camp-queer-and-there]

lucille my old hag can you hit that

THIS SHIT LACED😭 im forreal a freak just lmk👀👅 ohio skibidi toilet oi oi oi😏 maxdesignpro WHAT!? HELP ME! HELP = 👍 fetus sebastian hes so ugly i cant would you rather have 1 million dollars or CANCER! art is lowkey so amazingly beautiful...gigachad sigma LET HIMM COOK!🗣️🗣️ uwu >_< anyone got anyone spongebob x reader👀 only in eastern latvia💀 ohio final boss grimace shake charlie the steak ishowspeed kai cenat the amazing digital circus pomni garten of banban caseoh gyatt super mogger looksmaxxing based and redpilled diabolical lick😈erm what the sigma oh! thats not!- getting my top surgery done at claires POV: youre ben shapiros mom and hes convincing to let him get gta5 i feel like calling you a slur.. what type of gay are you, since you dont have it in your bio... the european mind cannot comprehend this drew phillips: hello im drew phillips the ahh magic i finna be in the pit on cap. 123°!? gurrrll we are not thanksgiving turkeys😂and thats on period fahrenheit lankybox elisocray INSANE UNBOXING! gegagedigedagedago we can go gyatt for gyatt fuck that we can go rizz for rizz 19 bucks for the fortnite card double pump with the fanum tax THE BIG APPLE! drake vs kendrick beef p diddy dr disrespect annoying orange if garlic was a person my name is drake and im here to say.. kendrick lamar your disses arent okay! diss me diss me now you gotta kiss me quandale dingle mf doom dookie baby girl my pookie wubbleshmubble kins whats hurts more than being yelled at be skinned alive probably pov: i am your cashier during february (and i notice you are black) you look like tyler the creator if he was in my dreams ray william johnson sybrian dancing lady oh when the saints go marching in oh when the saints go marching in todoroki gives birth alone jumbo josh is lost in the zumb sauce lightskin touch the moon bozo cant im walking my fish why are frogs so stupid show me your griddy show me your griddy.... show me your... DOHHH THATS ONE WAY TO HIT THE GRIDDY. THATS ONE WAY TO HIT THE GRIDDY grwm to go to bath and body works temu workers getting ready to clock in day in the life of a twitch streamer your final challenge.. let yo bih go through your phone!... AH HELL NAW YO ASS TWEAKIN JIGSAW quavo stop thats the gayest shit ever amoeba sisters angst preppycon 2024 kart ride into spongebob youve been here before.. a weirdcore dreamcore kidcore clowncore playlist. my talking tom her body tea is insane😭 my aura is unmatched DO NOT PLAY CREEPY BATH GAME AT 3AM!!!!!!!! *THIS IS WHY* ALMOST DROWNED school isnt done but i am💀 omg u did call me baby.. maybe ..omg did he call her baby.. maybe.. im not okay..... bark for me. pov family dinner😭💀why u so pissed ...what me when i get mustard for christmas yall when i put on my dad fit "FREAKYbob" I AINT ANSWERING!! HELPP IM DEADDDD wait no im not maya winky boyfriend takes you out to eat but his opps slide on him [boyfriend asmr] mrbeast might ne TOO BIG to he cancelled squid games i hope someone dies and goes to hell today me staring at the sephora employee in the eye as i "sample" a $800 perfume cats when you cover their cage with a blanket blud thinks hes the main character💀 omg a rare gyatt sighting ninja fortnite sneako the ocky way new yorkian vermontian how 10 yr old me felt after putting "i dont speak tags" in an argument holy fricking smokes dude.. my cut is insane... shout out to my barber dawg! bro thinks hes the thinker waterless baked water what i would wear to my isis execution why did my dog just punch me😓 #STOPBULLYING💯

i mean.. i kind of ocd😁 you mean OBESity stop doing the golden freddy pose youre scaring the kids when a client wants to trauma dump first session when i dont have enough diamonds on episode so now i gotta shit in the school hallway in front of my crush phone and youtube video lobster activity someone shot trump in the ear he wouldnt have missed goku drip well my mother always said the best flowers get picked first dudes been waiting for his mcflurry since 1786 ladies ladies one at a time please😍 rio de janeiro the oppblock hazbin hotel boy rejoice creepy autism simulator my scary silent hill whos ivan mac n cheeks freak island home sweet home.. blud always looking at sum😭😭😭when face id acting up so you gotta LOCK IN fuck im washed WAIT IM GOATED why the mob isnt a fucking aesthetic: a thread this where the magic happens👅 style griddy👀

what

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[real-hot-grl-shi]

it is rude because you are purposefully voicing it out underneath several bnha x reader tags — i do not understand how you don't see that. your post was not a fic and placing it under "deku x you" and every other branch just makes it seem as if you are trying to give authors a "wake up call" and looking for attention. an opinion should not be under ALL those tags — art is fine because artists have x reader content, but opinions have little to nothing to do with that. and considering all you were doing was complaining, yeah. it's annoying, and as much as you little brain can't comprehend it, rude as hell.

also, izuku isn't a minor. if you read the manga you'd know this. saying that and then saying you love your mha smut is insane if you think he, and several others, are still a minor.

if anyone YOU are the minor, so why the hell are you reading smut? lmao please know your boundaries

++ for your friend,

"she was mindful and she was respectful."

in which part? where she clogged up several tags for an opinion that could have been attributed to only one tag? i don't know if you've been on tumblr for long, or maybe you have but just haven't generated enough content to realize how frustrating it is, but seeing things like that on a tag where you only want to see fanfiction is incredibly annoying. authors don't want to see that especially from readers who barely leave feedback.

but you know what, if clogging tags is the only way you can get interactions — from all the posts i've seen where you've done that — then i get it. doesn't seem to me like you have enough talent to get it otherwise. until then, looking forward to your izuku fic!

also im on anon bc i can be ! and yes, im not being mindful with this ask and no, idgaf! you guys arent very demure either, why should i be? 😕

have the day you deserve !!

Imagine being an adult and being this pressed over a minors opinion? Crazy work 😣

And do not come for my friend. Now you’re just being petty.

Also don’t call me slow either. You know nothing about me besides that one little rant that spoiler alert, people agree with. Like have some restraint.

Also I can read whatever I want. Nobody’s stopping me from doing so. This is a free app with free content.

Also the scroll bar is free ml! You didn’t have to stop and read that! :)

And I know he isn’t a minor. Doesn’t mean that you can instantly sexualize him to the ends of the earth immediately. He’s more than just a sex doll 😶‍🌫️

And how is that rude?? You know what is rude? You showing up in my asks basically chastising me for having a opinion and putting it online for people to see (and obviously agree with) notice how nobody’s on your side or even paying attention to you.

And being on annon and talking all this mess is pretty crazy because you don’t even have the balls to say it with it off.

And you’re supposed to be the mature one here?

God forbid having and expressing an opinion anymore

[spamtonromantic]

FNAF fan game recommendation post

alllright, im a big fan of scrolling the fnaf tag on gamejolt, so i thought, hey! why not recommend some of the games ive played from there? maybe someone else will enjoy them!

before i start, i will preface with i have no idea if any of these are popular or well known, im simply sharing them because i enjoyed them

Entry 1 : Tealerland

Tealerland is, by far, one of my favorite FNAF fan games. while it isnt close to typical fnaf fan games at all - i enjoy that fact about it a lot. this was my first FNAF fan game, and it was definitely refreshing. the game itself takes place in a run down carnival, which was the first thing to catch my eye. it doesnt take place in any sort of diner at all! its characters are all appropriately carnival themed as well, along with an exclusion of any "too humanoid" animatronics (ie blank (fnac), something i dislike in fnaf fan games.) the gameplay is as well both new at still familiar. while you do use a computer and sit in an office, you have two other areas you can roam to-but only two, retaining that classic FNAF feel of being a sitting duck.

the mechanics are also quite easy to understand and digest, alongside a very handy guidebook detailing the animatronics mechanics being something you can read when you arent in game. this guidebook, as well as the bonus content (models, and old versions of the game) was what really made me love this game. it showed that the creator cared about it a lot, and its super well polished. not to mention -- if you find the game too easy, theres optional hard versions of every hour (or night). this gives the game quite a bit of replayability in my eyes! id say out of everything here, if youre new to FNAF fan games, this one is a great pick. not too hard, not too easy (if you choose so), and a fresh experience.

Entry 2 : The Return To Bloody Nights

The Return To Bloody Nights is a very faithful-to-the-older-games FNAF (prequel) fangame. It all takes place in an office in Fredbears Diner, but has plentiful quality of life and animations to breath some life into the game. If I had to praise only one thing about this game? Id say its the animations. Animatronics are animated while in the camera, they jump onto the screen if you flash them in the doorway, and so many more tiny details that i adore. The audio is also immaculate -- Red herrings left and right just like FNAF 1 and 2, unsettling stings when an animatronic appears, and even voicelines from one of the animatronics to make you nervous. It definitely isn't as easy as Tealerland, but, thats its charm. Its like FNAF proper! I cant even get past the fourth night in FNAF 1, its only fitting im stuck on the same level with TRTBN. But even though Im stuck, I adore this game to bits.

Entry 3 : Chica's Party World : REBAKED

The style of Chicas Party World is what caught my attention fast. Low poly PS1-esque graphics? Sign me the fuck up. And then, upon downloading, realizing it has amazing voice acting and a great environment? Hell yes. You dont even play as a security guard, youre a security droid! I havent gotten too far in this game yet, but it has captivated me. I also enjoy that the animatronics arent just "(x) freddy" or "(y) bonnie", they have actual names that really help separate them from just "freddy to the left".

Honorary mention! A Bite At Freddys - I havent played this one personally, only seen playthroughs, but I enjoy ABAF a lot. Its challenge oriented, which is why I havent played it yet, but hey, if you like challenges, itd be right up your alley!

[aemiron-main]

I am not trying to be rude when I say this, but have you considered that a blog asking why people act like Henry did nothing wrong and then saying “oh I hadn’t heard that theory before” when told that people genuinely theorize that Henry is innocent is not a direct personal attack on you or your theories? Maybe taking an offhand statement as a targeted diss at your theories and insisting that you clearly understand their line of work better than they do might be a bit of an overreaction?

Have you considered that the og post literally wasnt asking that and instead was straight up saying that people like me are batshit insane and that a bunch of the TAGS (which is also what my response was replying to) are VERY SPECIFICALLY bashing my analysis/are from people that i’ve had in depth arguments with about this before and that i’ve also seen a bitchy reply from op abt this topic before on another post? If the post was just “i dont understand why people think henry did nothing wrong,” i would have HAPPILY explained without any snark. But that wasn’t the post and that wasnt what was going on in the tags & its disingenuous for you to act like that’s what was happening.

Like, the tags were ABSOLUTELY targeted and specific on that post AND many of them were from people who have SPECIFICALLY gone after me for this before AND op was calling people like me batshit insane AND this is not the first time that i’ve seen comments from op on this subject so my response wasn’t just about That Post.

And I don’t think it’s an overreaction at all. Hell, my film student posting isnt solely directed at that person, its directed at like at least three people all of whom i’ve proven objectively wrong about film production things on different occasions. I DO understand their line of work better than they do. Sorry not sorry. Not my fault they didn’t pay attention in class. Like. I DO understand their line of work better- because I’ve invested a ton of time and effort into researching their line of work & researching the actual production of ST & demonstrating exactly how they don’t understand what’s going on (see: people insisting that the bodies turning into adults during nina is “just adult standin doubles for the kids and you should listen to me because im a film student” but not understanding/knowing that all of the kids have hyperrealistic digital doubles and therefore zero need for adult standins.) and hell, even more technical production stuff aside, film students who cant grasp the most basic narrative themes/ideas of st (such as Children Arent Born Evil) should maybe consider a different line of work.

And like also nobody has to care about the henry stuff but to be a film student and COMPLETELY write off looking at an entire section of a show just because you’ve already decided he’s inherently evil? Why are you studying film!!! Why are you studying film if you don’t care about analyzing film & figuring out what goes into it and how it works!!! Why are you going to film school and then coming into my notifs claiming that the camera work/shot choices “arent that deep,” but having zero evidence to back that up???? Why are you studying film if you don’t care about these things?????? Why are you studying film if you cant be assed to look beneath the surface of a piece of media??? And having a film degree/being a film student/“being in this line of work” does not automatically make you correct. Which is my whole point.

Film students are constantly wrong on this website. And it’s because they rely on “well im a film student”/their own Limited Personal Experience as evidence instead of actually looking at the show/analyzing the piece of media/pulling evidence from the show.

And also, considering that I’ve had to explain what the word subtext means and how it’s applied in media to film students on here and how its different from allegory & how we can tell the difference, i feel like i’m not overreacting to say that I understand their line of work better than them when they don’t even seem to understand the most basic storytelling concepts/literary devices & how they’re applied in film. Sorry not sorry. Hell, I’d probably GO to film school if I had access to the funding AND if we werent still in a pandemic right now (i currently live and work very isolated and rurally & still take covid extremely seriously). Which is also part of why it’s frustrating to see people wasting that opportunity because they’re so dead set on Always Being Right Even Though They’re Not Right/Always Needing To Disagree With Me.

I hope that clears things up. It was never just about That One Single Post.

[demonsfate]

ANONYMOUS SENT [T8 SPOILERS] . . .

tbf, as a certified Kazuya Stan™️, I am hoping Jin's ending is the canon one (if the two endings are truly THAT divergent from one another at all), only because it seems we are following his story throughout all tekken 8, so for him to lose in the end would kinda be unsatisfactory in a narrative way. Even if I do like Kazuya just slightly more as a character and his victory would be kinda nice to see short term, seeing him canonically get his way at his most morally wrong and leaving him unchallenged wouldnt be a very satisfying development of his character for me, he needs his son to knock him down a peg, Jin getting both of them rid of the devil gene is a good start if it turns out true. Besides, I'm fairly confident that (in at least Jin's ending) none of them are going to die, so if Jin dies in Kazuya's ending, I'm going to be a bit pissed. I need them BOTH to make it out alive.

Anyway, here's my two cents as a Kazuya fan to show in good faith that some of us arent rooting for Jin's loss or demise 😊 Go Son Boy

Yeah, who knows how the endings will play out and what exactly it means by "[character] is victorious." Hell, it could end where they BOTH die in battle, but the outcome only changes who technically "wins".

But YEAH!! Even tho I love love love Jin and I'm a major Jin Fan, I am NOT actively rooting for Kazuya's downfall! I'm not wishing he'd get killed by Jin or anything. I still enjoy Kazuya's character so very much! However, I don't think he should win because uh... yeah. Kazuya's the one actively threatening to wipe out countries and Jin isn't (anymore LOL). I just don't get why ppl can't just... be normal and just realize you can LIKE BOTH CHARACTERS??? Or at the very least, just because you like one character - doesn't mean you have to be vocal about your hatred for another. I just find it kinda childish. 🙄 Anyway, I hope Kazuya loses 'cos the world NEEDS him to, but he doesn't have to die! And I know canonically, Jin deserves to die... but daaamn, I'll just feel bad if he has to die over bad writing that screwed him over. So, I'll be very sad if he dies, too.

And don't worry... I don't think Kazuya fans are bad lol! It's just those types that get under my skin. Usually, I only see them on Reddit - but granted, I don't browse the tags often (if at all) on Tumblr, so who knows. I'm sure there are plenty of fans like that for Jin, too. But... strangely, I just don't come across them often - Reddit seems VERY vocal about their opinion regarding Kazuya. But that may be because Reddit is full of pretentious people who think they can survive in Kazuya's "survival of the fittest" world.

[villanevehaus]

This may be a dumb question but how do you deal with negative feedback on fics? I’ve written one that’s completely done, but I don’t want to post it because it seems like a lot of amazing fanfics get negative comments (specifically KE fandom). Granted, I don’t think my fic is the best thing ever but I write for fun and I feel like negative comments would make me give up. Didn’t mean to rant, just want your thoughts & how you overcome something like that.

I should also specify - I don’t mean constructive feedback, I mean things that could go without being commented like “I don’t like this story” because obviously not everyone will like it BUT it seems like some people go out of their way to be unnecessarily hateful.

this is not a dumb question at all! feedback, good or bad, is always something that poses a challenge for putting something out there. you're not ranting, it's all good, and im really happy that you felt like you could ask/wanted my thoughts. i always always always want to encourage people to put their creativity out there but it can be soooo daunting- so here are my thoughts!

ive been really really really fortunate in having my fics being fairly well received, but with the negative comments that i've had they usually boil down to stuff along the lines are "why didn't you do [this] in this story?" or "i don't like what you've done with [this]" which in my opinion show more """"issue"""" with the reader, not the author- it's a personal preference, not an indicator of the quality of your work. if someone doesn't like when eve is portrayed as a bitch, it will not matter how well written your fic is because if she's a bitch, they are not going to like it, if someone doesn't like AUs, they won't like your AU, etc.- it's a non starter! in terms of fic this is usually just a matter of characterization too, which is so personal and can often turn into an echo chamber- and like that sucks! it sucks that people might just... not like it, but that is a thing with Every Media Ever.

i would say properly tagging is also your best friend for finding your audience (and avoiding those who arent) bc by tagging stuff like "no happy ending" or "cheating" or whatever, people will know thats in there! so people who don't want to read fics with cheating in it will see the tag and avoid it. honestly some of the negative comments ive gotten have made me laugh bc it's like hey man, you're the one who's 120k into a fic tagged "slow slow burn" and commenting that theyre not with each other yet- or commenting that it would be gross if cannibalism were in a fic thats tagged "cannibalism", "dead dove do not eat", and "was not kidding about the cannibalism tag lads".

also, it's your work! delete the negative comments if you want, that's what i do- hell, turn comments off! dont let One asshole shit on something that someone might really really like, and what you like and are proud of

[lovelookspretty]

waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: swearing, more just reader & pogues spending time together, fictional mom n dad being so sweet, reader getting more comfortable in this world wooo, safe !!

authors note: hi guys, working on a one-shot for rafe thats basically a “we broke up a bit ago and now ur with sofia but i want u to drunk text me so badly and confess ur still in love with me” plot LMAO if anyones interested. if u still arent part of the tag list, let me know thru replies, anons, or dms !! notifications are always on <33

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you swipe to answer the call and press the phone to your ear. “hello?” your voice is a little quiet, uncertain as you turn your back to the group and walk further down the shoreline.

“y/n, hey.”

he doesn’t sound frantic, but there’s something heavy in his tone, like he’s working through something in his head. you feel your stomach twist, because this isn't the kind of call you expected to get when he’s supposed to be out on the boat with his dad.

you press the phone closer to your ear, eyes narrowing as you squint out toward the horizon. “what’s up?” you try to keep your voice casual, but the truth is, you’re nervous. the way rafe talks, slow and deliberate, always makes it hard to tell what’s coming next.

there’s a moment of silence on the other end, then rafe’s voice cuts through it. “where are you?”

your whole body freezes. how the hell does he know to ask that already? your mind scrambles for an explanation. you pull the phone away from your ear for a second, looking at it like maybe you misheard, but you didn’t. panic rushes in. “hm?” you manage, the single syllable too light, too shaky.

“can hear the waves,” he says, his voice steady but sharp. there’s no accusation, not yet, but the suspicion is clear. “that doesn’t sound like you’re still home.”

you glance out at the ocean, waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. you can almost feel rafe on the other end of the line, piecing it together, his tone careful, calculating.

“oh, yeah,” you say, your mind racing for an excuse. “i’m just . . . by the beach. needed some air. just walking around.”

rafe doesn’t say anything for a moment, and the silence feels like it stretches forever. you can picture him frowning, maybe clenching his jaw, that serious, unreadable look on his face. he doesn’t believe you. you don’t know why but you can just feel it.

“you’re . . . by yourself?” his voice is low, the words dragging out in that way that always makes you second-guess yourself, like he’s giving you just enough rope to practically hang yourself with.

you can’t hesitate now. you force the words out, faster than they should be. “yeah, just wanted to spend my afternoon on the beach,” you say, the lie sticking in your throat, your eyes darting toward the water, where jj and kie are laughing as they paddle out. “we should go out here sometime together, you know. the waves are nice today.”

there’s another long pause, and it’s killing you. you can’t tell if he’s buying it.

finally, he exhales softly. “alright,” he says, his voice calm but still holding that edge, like he’s weighing whether to push further or let it go. “just be careful, angel.”

you blink, a rush of relief washing over you, though your nerves are still frayed. “yeah, of course,” you reply quickly, your heart still pounding, trying to sound normal. “always.”

he pauses for a beat, the tension easing just a little before he continues, his voice shifting to something more casual. “we hooked somethin’ big out here.”

your brow furrows, trying to catch up with the conversation shift. “oh, really?”

“yeah, been fightin’ it for hours,” he says, a little more energy in his voice now. “think it’s a marlin, maybe. lines screamin’, engine’s actin’ up, so we’re gonna be out a while longer.”

“sounds intense, babe.”

“yeah, it is,” he says, and there’s a brief pause. “just wanted to let you know in case you’re waitin’ up later.”

you nod even though he can’t see it. “thanks for letting me know. i’ll probably still be up,” you say.

another pause, and then his voice softens just a little, something almost warm in it. “n’ say hi to your parents for me when you call ‘em tonight, alright?”

you blink, momentarily caught off guard. he’s right, you still have the call with mom. “oh, yeah. i will,” you say, nodding to yourself. “i’ll tell them you said hi.”

“good,” he replies, the calm back in his tone. “i’ll see you when i see you.”

“see you when i see you,” you murmur back, your grip tightening on the phone. “be safe out there.”

“always,” he says, before the call clicks and the line goes dead.

you stand there for a moment, staring at your phone as the sound of the ocean fills the space around you. as you turn back toward the water, you watch the others laughing as they catch the next wave or hang back to watch. for now, you push your thoughts away as you shove your phone into your pocket and jog toward the shoreline.

because you get a free day today.

the sun hovers just above the horizon as you paddle out once again, the water cool and soothing against your skin. you glance back to see sarah waving, her blonde hair whipping in the breeze, and jj and kie laughing, both of them already eyeing the next set of waves.

there’s a lightness in the air, a kind of freedom you hadn’t felt when the day first started. you’re still not used to this world, to their version of you, but you can’t deny how good it feels to move through the water like this, to behave like you normally do and not worry, like you actually belong here.

“come on, y/n!” jj calls from a little further out, spinning his board to face you. “you’re killin’ it out here.”

you laugh, shaking your head, though the compliment settles nicely. “don’t get too cocky, jj,” you call back to him. “‘m just not falling as much anymore.”

“i’d say that’s a win.” sarah’s voice rings out behind you as she paddles up next to you, her board cutting through the waves with ease. “told you you’re a natural.”

you glance over at her, the corner of your mouth tugging up in a smile. “i guess it’s starting to come back to me.” your words are light, but there’s a deeper relief in them—relief that you’re not being found out for the lie that hangs between the two of you.

but natural, yeah, you’re getting the hang of it. in this world, you’re apparently fucking great at this.

you make your way over to sarah to keep her company, then settle on your board, resting your arms on the edges as you float, watching john b and pope further ahead, talking between themselves and waiting for the next set too. jj is already up on his board, riding the last bit of a wave before he hops off, grinning when he makes it to the shore.

“looks like jj’s not gonna wait for us,” sarah says, her eyes following the boy as he jogs back up the beach. “he always does that. catches the last wave just to show off.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i don’t think i’ll ever be that good.”

kie, who’s been hanging back, paddles up beside you with a teasing grin. “you’re already doing better than me my first time. and let’s be real, none of us are jj-good.”

john b, hearing her, turns back with a playful smirk. “speak for yourself, kie. some of us are just naturals, y’know?”

kie rolls her eyes, splashing him with her hand. “oh, please. you wipe out more than anyone.”

“just part of the fun.” john b shrugs, unaffected.

you watch as pope paddles out toward a new set, lining himself up for the next wave. john b follows, and you take a deep breath, looking over at sarah and kie.

“you going in for this one?” sarah asks, nodding toward the incoming swell with a smile.

you hesitate, watching the water rise and fall in front of you, your fingers tracing the surface of your board. you’ve already surprised yourself today—surprised them too. you might as well just keep practicing, for the skill and the fun of it.

“yeah,” you say, determination settling in. “i’m going for it.”

the three of you paddle out to meet the wave, and there’s a brief moment of stillness as you line yourself up, the water pulling and shifting beneath your board. you feel your heart race, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

as the wave approaches, you push up, your body moving instinctively now, like it’s finally clicking into place. your legs steady, your feet finding their position as you rise, catching the wave.

you carve into the wave, your body moving with it, bending, shifting, gliding. you can hear the distant whoops of the girls on the shore, but it’s all background noise, lost in the focus of the moment.

when you finally ride the wave to its end, letting yourself fall gently back into the water, you can hear sarah cheering behind you. “that was so good!”

you laugh breathlessly, wiping the water from your eyes as you paddle back toward her. you’ve found your rhythm today—maybe not just in the water, but with all of them too. it’s strange how quickly this place, this life has started to feel like yours.

as you step out of the water, the last remnants of salt cling to your skin. the group are now gathering their boards and towels, something about grabbing food was spoken about earlier. you didn’t really pay attention.

as everyone starts walking toward the van, you can’t help but feel excited about the upcoming meal. god knows you need it. just thinking about it makes your stomach growl in anticipation. you pile into the van, everyone settling in, still laughing.

“thank you!” you say, your voice bright as you pivot away from the counter. the bell above the door jingles softly as you push through and step outside into the parking lot.

the others are scattered around the twinkie. jj and kie are leaning against the side of the van, both with food in hand, while john b and pope sit on the pavement, engaged in a debate about the best fishing spot here.

the moment sarah spots you, her face lights up like the sun breaking through the clouds. she practically springs from her seat in the van, her excitement infectious as she pushes herself out, her arms reaching up high, holding a spoon as if it were a trophy.

“y/n! try this, try this!” she exclaims, practically bouncing on her heels. her joy is palpable, and you can’t help but grin at her enthusiasm.

“yeah? what did you get?” you ask, genuinely curious as you approach her.

“cookies and cream. you’ve had it but craig’s cookies and cream is actually insane. but you have to taste it!” she insists, her eyes sparkling with delight. without waiting for a reply, she offers you her spoon, the scoop of ice cream glistening in the sunlight.

you laugh, shaking your head playfully. “okay, okay. calm down.” you take the spoon from her, the coolness of the ice cream contrasting with the warmth of the day. as you take a bite, savoring the creamy texture and the sweet crunch of the cookies mixed in, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“right?” she beams, her grin widening as you nod in appreciation. “i told you it was good!”

“holy shit,” you say, licking your lips. you hand the spoon back to her, both of you caught up in the moment, sharing your favorite flavors as if you were old friends.

suddenly your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pause mid-lick and hum a soft ‘mm’, glancing down at it with curiosity. slipping your phone out, you check the screen to find a message from your mom.

‘ can’t wait to see you! counting down every minute. 😊 ’

quickly, you click off your phone and look up at sarah, who is chatting with jj and kie. you clear your throat to get her attention. “hey, i have to go soon,” you say, reaching for her arm.

kie, overhearing your announcement, leans forward, her interest piqued. “what? where do you have to go?” she asks, a hint of disappointment in her tone. she assumed everyone would be hanging out for the rest of the night.

you give her a small smile, feeling a little guilty for having to leave. “sorry, i have to call my mom soon,” you tell her. “wanna be home when i do.”

john b scratches the back of his head from the curb thoughtfully, his brow furrowing slightly. “we could drive you home if you need,” he offers, glancing between you and sarah.

“thanks, i’d appreciate that,” you reply, your voice softening. you crawl further into the van, finding a cozy spot sprawled across the back seat, your cup of ice cream balanced on your stomach.

sarah had convinced you that it was fine for her and the others to stay longer by hanging out at the house, especially since you told her that ward and rafe would be out for a while, probably way later than seven o’clock.

as you reach the top of the stairs, you can still hear the distant sounds of laughter filtering up from downstairs, where sarah and the others are undoubtedly keeping the energy alive. but for now, you crave a moment of quiet. slipping into rafe’s room, you feel a sense of comfort wash over you as you glance around.

you’ve changed into a fresh set of clothes. the shower had felt rejuvenating, washing away the salt and sand, leaving you feeling clean and new. now, you sit on the edge of rafe’s bed, your phone resting beside you, waiting for your mother’s call.

as the minutes pass, you find yourself lost in thought, replaying moments from the day—the laughter shared, the waves ridden, the feeling of freedom as you finally let go of your nerves and embraced the thrill of this life. a smile creeps onto your face as you think about it.

your phone vibrates, breaking the silence. your heart races for a moment. it’s been only two days, but being in this alternate reality has made you miss home in a way you didn’t expect.

you grab your phone immediately, swiping to accept the facetime call without hesitation, and there she is—your mom. the same kind eyes, the same warmth in her smile that you've known your whole life.

but there’s something just a little different about her. it's subtle—maybe it’s the way her hair is styled, a little more polished, or the delicate necklace around her neck that you don’t remember her ever wearing. and then there’s the backdrop of wherever she’s calling from. bright, beautiful sunshine floods the screen, palm trees swaying gently behind her. costa rica, rafe had told you. your parents are living their dream life, traveling, enjoying the perks of being rich kooks.

you can’t imagine them as kooks, not really. you think about how different the rich kids here act—snobby, entitled, everything you’ve tried to avoid becoming. your parents have never been like that. you hope being kooks in this reality hasn’t changed them, but you push it away. you just want to talk to your mom, even if this isn’t exactly your mom.

“theres my girl,” her voice rings out, just as warm and familiar as ever, and for a second, you feel your heart relax a little.

“hi, mom,” you say, leaning back on the bed as you settle into the call. the sight of her, even with the little differences, makes you feel like you’re finally tethered to something real.

“oh, it’s so good to see your face! we’ve been counting down the minutes until we could call. your dad is off getting us some drinks right now, but he’ll be back in a second. we’re on this gorgeous beach—oh, you’d love it here.” her smile widens as she turns the camera slightly to show the view of the ocean behind her, the waves crashing gently against the shore.

you nod, trying to smile back. “looks amazing,” you murmur, your voice soft. you don't want to talk about the beach or costa rica or the life your parents are apparently living in this reality. you want to talk about something normal, something that reminds you of the life you know.

“so how are you? it’s been so long since i’ve heard from you. i didn’t think you even wanted to call.”

it’s supposed to be a lighthearted comment, a joke. you can hear the playfulness in her tone, but it hits you harder than you expected.

you blink, staring at her face on the screen. “oh,” you breathe out, your heart sinking. you’re not sure why you said it out loud, but there it is, hanging in the air between you. “what do you mean?” the words slip out before you can stop them, quiet, almost to yourself. but mom hears it, her smile faltering just slightly.

“well,” she pauses, glancing away for a second, like she’s deciding whether or not to continue. “i mean, you haven’t been answering your phone lately, honey. your dad and i, we’ve been a little worried. we even thought about coming back down to north carolina to check on you ourselves! it’s not easy when the only way we can reach you is through rafe or ward. it’s . . . well, it’s not ideal."

oh. your stomach twists, and you feel your grip tighten around the phone as the reality of this world crashes into you all over again. y/n has screwed this up—badly. because now, even her parents? you understand ward or jj, to an extent, but seriously?

you would never ignore your parents like that. you wouldn’t disappear on them, leave them worried. but here, in this world, that’s exactly what this version of you has done.

you swallow hard, trying to keep your face neutral, but inside, you’re spiraling. “i— i didn’t realize,” you stammer, shifting your position on rafe’s bed, feeling the weight of this new information press down on you. “i’ve just been . . . busy.”

her expression softens, her eyes full of that familiar kindness, but there’s a sadness there, too, something that tells you this has been going on for a while. “i know things have been tough, sweetie, but we miss you. we’ve been living out here in costa rica, trying to give you space, but it’s hard when we don’t hear from you.”

you nod, but it’s more for show than anything. your mind is racing, trying to figure out how to navigate this. how many calls has y/n ignored? how long have her parents been left in the dark? your heart aches with the realization that you have to fix this, even though you don’t know how.

“i’m sorry,” you say, the words coming out quietly, but they’re genuine. “i’ll be better about that, i promise.”

your mom’s face brightens a little, like she’s holding onto hope that things can go back to normal. “that’s all we want, honey. we just want to know that you’re okay, that you’re happy.”

you force a smile, nodding, though your chest feels heavy, but you push it away. now’s not the time to unpack that. “i’m okay, mom,” you say softly. “i’m okay. that’s why i wanted to . . . call you tonight! even just for a bit.”

“how’s everything been for you?” she asks, her tone bright. “we’ve been so excited to hear about what you’ve been up to.”

you raise your eyebrows. keeping busy? sure. “yeah, i’ve been just hanging out, mostly,” you say, your gaze flicking to the window.

your mom laughs softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “well, you deserve it. you work so hard. it’s nice to take a break every once in a while.” there’s a slight pause, and you wonder if she’s going to ask more, dig deeper. but she doesn’t. she’s always known when to let you have your space.

“yeah,” you breathe out, nodding again. “just trying to relax.”

your mom tilts her head slightly, studying you through the screen. “you okay, honey? you seem . . . a little quiet.”

you blink, caught off guard by the question. you hadn’t realized how tense you’ve been, how different you must seem. you force a smile, trying to shake off the unease that’s been settling in your bones since you got here. “i’m fine, just tired. it’s been a long couple of days.”

“well, make sure you’re taking care of yourself,” she says, her voice softening with concern. “i know how you can get when you’re feeling overwhelmed. don’t forget to take time for you, okay?”

your heart clenches at that—at how she still knows you, even if this isn’t exactly your mom. maybe some things don’t change. maybe that bond, that connection, is still there, even here.

you swallow hard, nodding as you shift on the bed. “i will, mom. promise.”

“good.” she smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners the way they always do when she’s relieved. “oh! here’s your dad,” she says suddenly, turning the camera as your dad appears in the background, holding two drinks and grinning when he sees you on the screen.

“hey, y/n!” he says, his voice booming a little louder than you expected. “we miss you! wish you were here with us.”

“miss you too, dad,” you say. and it’s true—you do miss them. you miss your real parents, the ones from your world, the ones who haven’t changed because of money or status. but for now, you’ll take what you can get.

the conversation shifts after that, moving into lighter territory as your parents chat about their day, the places they’ve visited, the food they’ve tried. you nod along, offering small responses, but your mind is elsewhere, still grappling with the oddness of it all. they seem happy, content with this life. and maybe that’s enough for now.

as the call starts to wind down, your mom smiles at you again, her eyes soft. “take care of yourself, okay? and we’ll talk again soon. love you, y/n.”

“love you too, mom,” you say, your heart squeezing in your chest as you end the call.

you let out a long breath, setting your phone down beside you. the house is quiet around you now, the distant sounds of sarah and the others still lingering downstairs.

you roll off the bed slowly, your limbs feeling heavier now that you’ve spoken to them. there’s a small ache in your chest, but you ignore it, pushing yourself up and leaving your phone on the bed. you slip out of rafe’s room and head down the stairs, slipping into the living room where the others are hanging out.

they’re all doing their best to play it safe—well, most of them. john b, kie, and pope are sitting around, their postures a little stiff, clearly wary of being in ward cameron’s house of all places. it’s not exactly the kind of place pogues feel comfortable. you can see it in the way they glance around, as if expecting someone to barge in at any second.

you shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips as you move toward the group. you drop into the spot beside pope, leaning into him as your eyes look around for sarah. pope glances at you but doesn’t say anything. he just shifts slightly so you’re more comfortable as you rest against him.

you hum softly to yourself, settling in, and let the room’s strange energy wash over you.

kie glances over at you, her brow slightly raised in curiosity. “so, how’d the call go?” she asks, her voice low but interested. before you can answer, sarah walks in with a few snacks, balancing it carefully in her arms while jj gets up to excuse himself.

you stretch your arm out lazily, giving her a thumbs-up. “it was good,” you say, your voice casual. nothing too out of the ordinary, just . . . different.

sarah hands out more snacks, her movements a little distracted. she plops down beside john b, who immediately leans into her, resting the side of his head against hers. it’s a simple gesture, but you can tell it’s his way of grounding her.

sarah glances at you, her voice more hushed now. “when do you think rafe and my dad are gonna come home?”

you shrug, your fingers drumming lightly on your knee. “no idea,” you admit. sarah was the one who invited everyone over, yeah, but the uncertainty of when ward or rafe might walk through the door is clearly starting to wear on her.

john b presses a kiss to the side of sarah’s head, his tone soft but confident. “we’ll be gone before they know it,” he reassures her, then reaches for one of the snacks, holding it up to her lips with a grin. “come on, eat one.”

sarah laughs, pushing him away, her mood lightening almost instantly. “stop,” she protests, though there’s no real fight in her words. john b just chuckles, trying again, and soon she’s taking the bite, her laughter filling the room.

meanwhile, jj is wandering around, probably in the kitchen. he probably didn’t like the snacks sarah brought, so he’s pulling open cabinets and drawers, talking to himself.

“what the hell do these people even eat?” he mumbles, grabbing a box of fancy crackers he’s never seen before and popping one in his mouth. “rich people snacks,” he scoffs, crunching down.

it’s not enough to keep him occupied, though. before long, he’s back in the living room, hovering around the others like a kid who’s been told to behave but doesn’t quite know how. he picks up a vase, turning it over in his hands, eyes narrowing in concentration. for a second, you wonder if he’s going to drop it just to see what would happen, but instead, he sets it down, glancing over his shoulder like he’s proud of himself for resisting the urge.

then, he spots ward’s liquor cabinet, and you can see the gears turning in his head before he even makes a move. “bet rafe won’t miss a bottle,” he says, his voice low, more to himself than anyone else. kie immediately shoots him a glare from where she’s sitting next to you.

“jj, don’t even think about it,” she warns, but he just grins, brushing her off with a wave of his hand.

“come on, kie. what’s the harm? it’s not like they’ll notice.” he’s already opening the cabinet, scanning the selection. his fingers hover over a bottle of bourbon, and for a second, you think he’s going to grab it, but then he pulls his hand back, closing the door with a sigh.

he looks back at the group, shrugging as if it was no big deal, but the restless energy hasn’t left him. you can tell, even as he sits down, bouncing his leg impatiently, that he’s itching for trouble. it’s just a matter of time before he finds it.

pope glances down at you as you lean against him, his body slightly tense, like he’s still on high alert being in the cameron estate. you can feel it in the way he’s been shifting a little. you close your eyes for a second, letting out a slow breath, when you hear him mumble something under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch.

“you handled last night well, by the way.” his voice is soft, almost absentminded as he says it, like he’s been chewing on the thought for a while but just now decided to let it out. “helping to break up rafe and jj at the party. i don’t know what got into him.”

you crack an eye open, glancing up at him. his eyes are gentle, almost apologetic, like he’s taking the blame for jj’s actions. “and, you know, surfing today? not bad. not bad at all,” he says.

you can’t help the tired smile that creeps across your face, a soft laugh escaping you. “oh yeah? you impressed?”

pope raises an eyebrow, his smile a little more pronounced now. “don’t get cocky. but yeah, kinda.” he pauses, then adds, “you really held your own. not just today, but . . . everything lately.”

you mutter a quiet, “thanks, pope,” barely lifting your head as exhaustion settles over you. it’s all catching up. you let your eyes flutter closed, zoning out to the muffled sounds of everyone else in the room, sarah’s soft laughter mixing with john b’s low murmurs.

just as you’re about to fully sink into the comfort of the moment, you hear it—the sound of a car pulling up outside. your eyes snap open immediately. everyone hears it.

you sit up straight, heart racing. shit. your mind immediately goes to ward and rafe, and if they walk in to find the pogues lounging in their living room, you and sarah are going to be in serious trouble.

sarah’s head whips toward the window, panic flashing in her eyes, and you know she’s thinking the same thing.

you can practically feel the room hold its collective breath, waiting, listening, every second stretching painfully long. you all just freeze, the faint murmur of voices creeping through the open window. the words aren’t clear, but you catch enough.

“—that fucking boat—”

it’s unmistakably rafe. your stomach drops. if he’s out there, ward is probably with him, and that means trouble.

panic shoots through the room like electricity. john b is the first to react, his voice low but urgent. “go, go, go,” he hisses, not so much at sarah, who’s scrambling off him, but to the rest of the group. everyone moves at once, instincts kicking in as the stakes set in.

you look to sarah, eyes wide, heart pounding. you’re relying on her to figure this out. sarah meets your gaze for a split second before her brain clicks into gear. “out the back,” she breathes, barely audible over the rush of adrenaline. she glances at john b. “are you guys gonna be okay?”

john b nods, already on his feet. “we parked the twinkie a few blocks down. we’ll be fine.” he squeezes her hand before quickly pressing a kiss to her lips, then heads toward the back. kie, pope, and jj are right behind him, moving like ghosts through the house. sarah watches them go, her shoulders tense with worry, before snapping back to the situation at hand.

you and sarah rush to the front of the house, the sound of rafe and ward getting closer by the second. sarah glances at you, wide-eyed, both of you on the verge of panic. you don’t have much time. the staircase looms ahead, and sarah suddenly lets go of your hand, hesitating. “what do we do?” she sputters, her voice tight with panic.

you can’t help but let out a strained laugh at how ridiculous this is, even if it’s anything but funny. “act natural,” you mutter, though your pulse is hammering in your ears. you give sarah a light shove, urging her up the stairs to her room. “just go! go!”

sarah stumbles up a few steps, glancing back at you with wide eyes, while you stay at the bottom, trying to think of what to do with yourself. you fix your hair quickly, but you and sarah freeze in place, hearts hammering as the sound of keys jangles outside the door.

for a split second, neither of you moves, caught in a silent standoff with the arrival of ward and rafe. sarah stands halfway up the stairs, her foot poised on the next step, while you’re lingering by the foyer entrance, waiting for the door to open.

as soon as the door swings open, sarah springs into action. she forces out a laugh, a little too loud, a little too bright.

you understand exactly how she wants to play it, and you push past the doorway to act like you’re following her up. “right? that’s what i’m saying,” you blurt out, as if you two had been mid-conversation about something funny. you weren’t even thinking, your own voice slipped out in a rush.

the two of you turn toward the front door like you’ve just noticed them there, and sarah’s face lights up before she’s rushing down the stairs. “dad!” she exclaims, her voice ringing with enthusiasm as if she hadn’t just been hiding from him moments before. she hurries over to greet him, her arms outstretched in a warm embrace, though your gaze flickers nervously toward rafe.

ward looks worn out. “you wouldn’t believe the trip we had, sare,” he mutters, shaking his head as he wrestles with his fishing gear and bags. you can see the strain in his posture, but sarah is already in full distraction mode, helping him with his things and trying to draw him into conversation.

you hang back for a moment, trying to gauge rafe’s mood. he stands a little too still, he’s upset, that much is clear. the way he watches his father, the slight clenching of his fists at his sides, tells you he’s not in the best headspace.

as ward and sarah chat, you take a deep breath and approach rafe slowly, trying to keep your expression soft and open. your heart races as you reach out to place a gentle hand on his arm, the warmth of his skin grounding you momentarily. “you okay?” you ask softly.

he glances down at your hand, and for a moment, the tension eases in his posture. “just tired,” he mumbles, and you nod.

slowly, rafe reaches over, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he guides you toward the staircase. his touch sends some comfort through you, and you feel your heartbeat quicken slightly. “i need a shower,” he says, his voice a low rumble as you both begin the ascent. “i feel gross after today. like the engine on my dad’s boat acting up, spending half the day trying to fix it . . . it’s like a nightmare.”

you can’t help but smile at his candidness. “i can’t imagine,” you reply, squeezing his hand on your shoulder. “at least you got a story out of it. now you can rinse off.”

rafa chuckles, and as you reach the top of the stairs, he glances down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “wanna help me?” he jokes, an eyebrow raised suggestively.

“shut up.” you snort, immediately pushing him away with a laugh. “in your dreams,” you say, and it draws a genuine smile from rafe as he reaches for you again.

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