#BE HAPPY WITH THE FEW FRIENDS YOU DO HAVE YOU ACTUAL GARBAGE CAN

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Since I just turned off reblogs on another post that quickly went from "let's have fun" to "this is fucking awful, I'm taking away this toy," please read this BlueSky thread from rahaeli, who I don't think is on here.

Most of it I've c/p for ease of readability bc BSky's threading sucks.

Okay, it's time again to talk about what the experience of having a social media account with a bunch of followers (*) is like. (* "a bunch" of followers is platform dependent. I'm getting irritating shit at 2k on Bluesky I didn't get until 10k on Twitter.)

(Ugh, wait, nevermind, I hit 3k while I wasn't looking. Anyway.) Someone who has never had more than 100 followers literally cannot comprehend the sheer volume of the responses you get. Even if individual posts don't get a ton of replies, if you post with any frequency, it accumulates.

Once you hit the first degradation threshold, your experience gets a little bit shittier. It's overwhelming volume, but the people who are following you are mostly ideologically, socially, and culturally aligned to you. You have the same concept of social media manners.

You'll get a few duplicate comments, because nobody reads the comments before they reply, but they're mostly from cool people, so you just roll your eyes a little at the same joke five times. You still make friends. You still have fun and can wind up finding neat new people.

And then those neat new people retweet your stuff, and it starts reaching out to an audience of people who are less aligned with what you think of as social media manners. You start getting some replies you find obnoxious: they're in good faith, you can tell, but they just grate on you sometimes.

And then *those* people start reposting your more viral threads, and you get people following you who are three degrees of separation from the people you are most likely to vibe with. And three degrees of separation is the second degradation threshold.

The second degradation threshold is where you start getting the constant, low-grade sand-in-a-pearl annoyances. The person who wants to argue with everything. The 15 people making the identical shitty "joke" that's actually just doing the exact thing you're complaining about, "ironically".

The people who look at a post that contains no question marks and think "there is an implied question here and I will answer it!" and leap to offer the most basic advice that you already thought of because you have existed for more than three seconds and can, in fact, think of the obvious answers.

The people who are spoiling for a fight no matter what, because you used one word in the post that is their particular berserk button and they're going to scream at you for hating waffles because you said you like pancakes even though you never mentioned waffles.

It is constant. It is never-ending. You cannot escape it. Every time you post anything at all, opening the app means wading through twenty garbage replies for every reply from someone who is actually cool and you'd vibe with just fine if you chatted with them.

You want to bitch about a minor annoyance? There will be 40 people all giving you the same useless advice. You want to squee about something you're enjoying that's making you happy? There will be 40 people coming to scold you because that thing isn't morally pure enough.

Every post. Every day. About 75% of the time you compose a post, you will get halfway through writing it and think "I can't deal with the replies this will get today" and delete it. You stop talking about things you enjoy, because you're tired of people shitting on them.

You stop complaining about the tiny annoyances in your life that you want to bitch about, because weirdly enough you already HAVE tried the first fifteen obvious suggestions you're going to get, and you don't want to spend an hour explaining why they won't work to everyone who's "helping".

(But you can't just ignore the "helpful" posts and not engage with them, because then you start getting accusations of being "elitist" and "standoffish" and jesus, lady, we're just trying to help here, why do you have to be so fucking rude and stuck-up, you full of yourself bitch.)

If you are any less gracious to the 40th person than that person thinks they deserve, there is a very good chance they're going to call you a cunt and drag allot their friends in to dogpile you and make the site unusable for at least three days.

The third degradation threshold is when you start needing to regularly call your local police department and politely remind them there are people who get very mad at you online and will try very hard to have you murdered by armed agents of the state and you'd appreciate it if they didn't do that.

I first had that conversation with my local police department in 2003. It's gotten faster now, at least? You usually don't have to start by explaining what social media even is.

Bluesky has tighter thresholds than Twitter did. On Twitter it was nicely exponential: the breakpoints were around 1k, 10k, 100k. Bluesky is running faster. I'm getting Twitter 10k annoyances at a Bluesky 3k. I am trying very, very hard not to switch over into Twitter 10k defensive posting.

I want to leave the defensive posting back on Twitter. I really do. I want to be able to bitch about a thing without having to wade through 20 "go try [extremely obvious thing]". I want to post about a thing I enjoy without 20 people yelling at me I'm bad for enjoyjng it.

There's a difference between arguing about an idea (which I love) and the onslaught of constantly infuriating replies plucking at your last goddamn nerve. And the more "last goddamn nerve" replies you get, the crankier you are, and then people lose their shit at you because you snapped at them.

So maybe let's all start keeping a few principles in mind: 1) if there's more than one reply, check to see if your point has already been covered. If it has, you don't need to repeat it.

2) Even the funniest joke gets old after the 20th time you hear it in 3 hours.

3) "I'm going to jokingly do the exact thing you just were complaining about because ha ha the real joke is I would never do that asshole thing" is never funny, and it is indistinguishable from you actually doing the asshole thing.

4) If there is no question mark in the tweet, think twice about offering "helpful" advice unless you and the poster know each other *mutually*, not just parasocially, you know it's likely to be new info for them, and you ask "do you want to hear how I handle this?" first and get an affirmative.

5) If you are going to ignore 4, ask yourself "is this a suggestion that someone with a reasonable level of generalized adult knowledge would think of trying within the first 15 minutes of approaching the problem?" If so, do not suggest it.

6) Do you really need to nitpick that grammar, spelling, or word choice? Did you understand what they were trying to say before autocorrect mangled it or they blanked on the exact word they wanted and found a close one? If you understood the meaning, don't be their volunteer copyeditor.

7) Is someone excited about a thing you hate? Are they having fun with the thing? Is the thing a front for white supremacist recruiting or organizing the overthrow of the US government? If the answers are yes, yes, and no, respectively, shut the fuck up and let people enjoy things.

8) We are all occasionally That Commenter. If someone you have a pre-existing relationship with replies to you and lets you know you're being That Commenter, it's because they have a positive enough impression of you they don't want to go straight to block. Treat this like the warning sign it is.

9) It deserves repeating: remember the Law of Large Numbers. Even if you only commented once, you may be the hundredth irritating comment that person got that day. Bluesky's terrible threading makes this worse: people don't keep a single thread of mounting crankiness the way they did on Twitter.

9a) If someone's top tweet sounds really annoyed at something, maybe check their timeline or follow back their nested self-QTs to see what level of irritable they're at and over what so you don't step straight on the same rakes they've been dodging all day.

10) However, remember that BSky also doesn't show replies made by people the OP has blocked in a thread. If they post about a pattern that's making them cranky and you look and don't see anything, they probably already blocked the worst of it. They still saw it in their mentions in order to block.

I really cannot overstate how absolutely exhausting and soul-destroying the experience of having a large account can be. It's also somehow still rewarding, or we wouldn't do it. But especially if you're a woman or a person of color or a female POC, that balance is really, really close most days.

And of course, the ones who stay are the ones who do find it still rewarding enough to keep doing it despite the constant irritations.

From here, the thread moves into a conversation about stuff specific to BlueSky, but the majority of the thread is truly applicable to Tumblr as well.

You may be the first person to comment "op lives on a planet without music," or "op has never heard of [thing OP didn't mention for whatever reason]," but you're probably not, and at a certain point, it becomes like someone tapping a sunburn.

So yeah.

#how to tumblr #other people's words

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[ridreamir]

Short Drayton Imagines (Set 1)

Warning! These are Post-DLC Imagines! I won't really be spoiling much plot-wise but in case I say anything spoiler-y I'm going to include a page break-- read with your own caution! There's a hint of Kieran Jealousy in here haha

You aren't really close friends, per se, it's just that he's taken to inserting himself into your life at random. If you ever find yourself in his neck of the woods, it's more than likely that he'll pop out from nowhere and try to distract you from getting your work done. You are colleagues at the very least, being the champ of his little organization and all.

"Hey sport!" or some variation is the only warning you'll get that you're about to be dragged into some whirlwind and might as well either run as fast as you can or resign yourself to being at the mercy of Drayton's whims for the day.

Yes, he is always scheming. People might look down on him for being laid back, but he's still got the energy to plot things it seems.

...It's not that he's philosophically against bad grades or anything, but you're a little too high-strung about being perfect and performing all the time. At least, that's what he thinks. You've been the best at everything for so long that he's not sure if it's just your nature or an obligation that everyone else has set upon you. You need to learn to relax! Who better to teach you than the Drayster himself? It's not like he takes anything seriously anymore. (lol) (Maybe he's projecting, a little. He knows a thing or two about expectations and pressure being put on a person to achieve excellence, even if that's not what they really want.)

Plenty of his lackeys have obviously figured out that he's got some sort of thing going on, what with how easily he drops what he's doing just to go pester you. Even if that means abandoning his snacks and actually cleaning himself off to look somewhat presentable. The fact that he cares to wipe a couple crumbs off his chest is enough to turn heads. Drayton isn't the type to mind what anyone thinks.

You're lucky the dorms require a digital key to get in, and that he can't be bothered to break in (though he probably could pull some strings if he really wanted). He's followed you back to the dorms after a long day and ignored the hall monitors barking at him to get back to his own just to play around and snoop through your stuff. It's... kind of like finding a really lazy Beartic rummaging through your garbage.

He doesn't really need a comfortable bed, to be honest. He's happy to drag you into a foot of snow and burrow there. He can settle anywhere secluded, as fun as it is to watch people from afar. He needs peace and quiet to sleep.

Artificial glaciers or not, the cold is still biting, but he's impervious to it somehow. He'll have his skin exposed for hours and have nothing more than a slight flush to his pale skin. You, on the other hand, have little choice in the matter. He knows you've dealt with worse, being a seasoned adventurer and all, so he doesn't really feel all too bad about hogging all your warmth to himself. ...If you were actually cold, he wouldn't be so cruel. You're dressed appropriately, and you have your Pokemon if you absolutely need. You can handle a few moments out in the snow. Your little friend is a teeny bit upset with him. So's his sister, so there's nothing new there. But he has to admit that he's a little smug about how 'close' he can get to you and loves watching the pipsqueak try to stomp down his temper. It goes something like "Hey there buddy~." And an arm slung lazily slung around your shoulder. Not that you have any idea that Kieran is both behind you and seething at Drayton. It's just too easy to get to him, but think of it as payback. He's forgiven of course, but he still put you all through some rough stuff. You especially. Drayton still loves to mess with Carmine, sure, but she's also been on his case about how he's been latching onto you recently. Maybe it's because she knows how jealous her brother gets, but he thinks she just wants you all to herself. Too bad for her, he got to you first. Well, not exactly, she met you before him, but she had her chance! Now you're the bestest of buds and she can't do nothin about it. You've got lots of friends back at 'home'. He knows he can't always capitalize on your time, and he backs off when he sees you actually needing space, but they're not here to stop him. You're his bud, all his.

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[a-tiny-teez]

Behind the scenes

Yandere Director OC X Fem reader

Part 1

Warning : 18+ content,MDNI, age gap, yandere themes, kidnapping,power imbalance, implied non-con, slight slow burn, reader is in her mid twenties and yandere Director is in his late thirties.

1:34 AM

The sound of the clock ticking away could be heard as you continue to type away on the keyboard.The last few scenes of the work you've been working on are going to be completed and with new inspiration you continue . Pulling all nighters , dumping strong coffee in your system and an unhealthy amount of rest has been your life for the last six months.

The purrs of your beloved cat taking your attention for a slight bit was actually quite good for your eyes as looking at a screen for a long time strained your eyes heavily. You looked at your cat with a smile. “ Just a bit left baby ”.It wasn't that you had a deadline. It's just that you loved your work. Your friends often made jokes about your intense workaholic routine but you just laughed them off.

“ At this point you're gonna have to marry your own character” , your friend Becky said laughing.

“ Wouldn't be bad you know” ,you smirked at her and she shook her head with a smile.

Being a playwright was your dream that you accomplished just a few years ago. Doing part time jobs and studying were most of the things you did during your college days. So although you were completely new to this field of work , you have gained quite a good amount of fame. Some of your work has been appreciated by the audience and the rookie playwright of the year award was a great feat of accomplishment of your whole life.

Now back to present, with the last word typed away you save your work and then send it to your beta to recheck everything. Stretching your arms out you yawned and finally stood up. Going over to your kitchen and opening a cabinet you pulled out a microwave ramen and decided to settle for it tonight. You decided tomorrow you'd go grocery shopping as you shivered watching the sorry state of fridge. After a few minutes you had your ramen while watching the tv . There was nothing much going on the tv at this time so you settled for a documentary show that was being re-broadcasted.

Oh , it's him. You thought as you slurped on the noodles. Spicey just as you liked it. The documentary was about a famous film director. You had seen him a few times during award shows. He was one of the most successful directors of the time and all of his films were successful as he got the best director awards quite a few times. It must be fate now that you came across this because you were just thinking about sending him your work. You doubted it'd be accepted but still it's worth a shot. You gotta keep trying in this field of job.

Hoping you'd at least have your work checked by him you turned off the TV and dumped the trash in the garbage can. Then after cleaning up you went to bed to get the sleep you very much needed.

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“ I've finished rechecking. It's all good to send. Be assured”, said your beta, Alan .

“Alright. Done” you said clicking the send button. Now if it's accepted you'd get to meet the director and it'll be made into a film. Your genre this time matched with the kind of works he worked on so you hoped your work will get at least the recognition.

“ Man I hope I'll get accepted”

“ Don't worry. I have a good feeling about this and you worked really hard on this so don't lose hope” , reassured Alan. You smiled at him and hoped for the best.

“You wanna get lunch ? My treat.” You asked.

“Why not? Can't say no to free food”, he sheepishly smiled.

Alan was like your little brother. He's been with you ever since your first work and over the time you two bonded as if he was family. He was still a student from your alma mater and he looked up to you a lot. You were happy to have him appreciate you cause there were times when you felt despair but he was the one who always helped you get through tough times.

After eating and bidding Alan goodbye you went to the grocery store. Walking towards the aisle you remembered what you needed and put them in the cart. A carton of milk, eggs, vegetables, sausages ,Nutella oh and you were about to run out of coffee so a jar of coffee. Okay , that's all from here . Then you bought some cooking spices and other necessities. Checking everything you went to the cashier. Paying for everything you went out the store and a cold breeze passed by making you shiver. October was ending and it was getting colder. You pulled your coat closer and loaded your car then drove away to home as you planned on making dinner and having hot chocolate later.

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2 days later

The sound of luminary playing in the background could be heard as you were cleaning out your closet and filling it with warm clothes. It was one of your favourite soundtracks. It was just so beautiful and gave you lots of ideas.

You remember the earlier phone call. You still couldn't believe it. Dominic Albero read your script and he wanted to have a meeting with you. His assistant called and made you aware about the appointment which is tomorrow night. You're so happy right now. You can't believe your work got recognized by THE director everyone wants to work with. You informed Alan about this and boy was he so enthralled with the situation. He wished you best of luck for tomorrow and you decided you'd celebrate with him if your work gets adapted tomorrow.

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Butterflies 🦋✨

Summary; Jason spends more time ignoring you and flirting with other girls than actually being your boyfriend.

Eddie knows he would cherish you like a princess, and as you two grow closer he has no qualms about stepping on Jason's toes to show you that.

Warnings; Fluff, minimal angst, 18+ MDNI

Likes, reblogs are always appreciated ❤️

I don't give anybody permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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For a few weeks now you had been meeting Eddie at his spot in the woods. The first time it happened is because Jason had asked you to get some weed for, giving you the money but refusing to go to Eddie himself.

"You think I would go around talking to that freak?" this made you roll your eyes, yes Jason was your boyfriend but you couldn't stand how judgemental he could be of people who showed even slightly different interests than him.

The two of you had been dating for four months and you were becoming increasingly aware very fast that he wasn't your prince charming... Kiss a few frogs, find a prince so the saying goes.

Maybe that would happen one day you had told yourself.

Eddie is waiting for you, a wide grin spreads across his features and you bound up to him happily, he holds out flowers for you, freshly picked and you beam.

Honestly, you can't remember the last time he bought you flowers. Eddie was always bringing you pretty flowers he found.

"Hi, sorry I'm late, cheer practice ran over, these are beautiful thank you Eddie" he waves of your apology.

"It's fine Princess. Don't worry about it and I was glad to do it, see that pretty smile" you settle down, hiding how pleased that made you and begin to discuss your day.

Eddie tells you about his plans for Hellfire, you tell him about Cheer practice and he's always so guienely interested like you are about Hellfire.

Maybe one day he can show you how to play you suggested last week and he seemed delighted at that.

The thing was you could talk to Eddie about anything and vice versa, he never judged, always listened and never belittled you in any way, you loved being with him.

He made you feel safe, listened to and gave you butterflies every time he smiled at you. Those fucking dimples.

It's just you wish you didn't have to hide your friendship so much.

"It's nice being here with you Eddie, I can understand why you wouldn't want to hang out with your friends though. They don't even know I exist right? Well, I mean they do obviously but not that we hang out" you murmur.

He softens.

"Hey, you think I'm ashamed of you or something? Are you kidding me? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, uncle Wayne, Hellfire and you. I could never be ashamed of you princess"

"I could never be ashamed of you either" you assure him and take his hand in yours.

He swallows "Yeah, we all know what this town thinks of me" you scowl.

"They don't know anything. They don't know how amazing you are Eddie" his breath hitches, your heart skips several beats as he squeezes your hand.

"I know this might be out of line sweetheart, you can tell me if it is but shit, you deserve way better than that butthead Jason"

He's leaning close to you and smiles somewhat shyly.

"I kinda like having something that's mine sweetheart, that is just mine, he hurriedly speaks up, you know us being friends and all"

Oh boy...

I am yours. That's what's you want to say and you mean it because deep down, you aren't happy with Jason at all. He doesn't make you happy but Eddie does.

"You should be with someone who treats you like a princess. Not who treats you like you're dispensable because you're not. You're totally metal sweetheart"

His sweet compliments make you feel all fuzzy and happy. Eddie always made you happy.

Jason treated you either like garbage or some trophy girlfriend and you deserved better than that.

You know what you have to do...Break up with Jason. It's been a long time coming and it would happen whether you were falling for Eddie or not.

It was time.

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Eddie can't stop staring at you, he knows he's in love with you. Big time, and it's exhilarating, terrifying and fucking amazing, he never thought he would fall in love.

Honestly, hookups at dive bars or at metal concerts were as far as he got.

"Dude, are you even listening to me?" Gareth asks him and he smiles as he sees you laugh with Chrissy, Chrissy who upon seeing him stare at you whispers in your ear with a beaming smile on her face and you turn to meet his gaze, looking down shyly as you head outside.

Butterflies, he felt butterflies when you looked his way or smiled at him like that.

He's on his way to Hellfire, you to Cheer practice and he wishes he could speak to you for a little bit but it will have to wait for later.

"Are my eyes deceiving me freak or are you making eyes at my girl?" Jason walks up with the rest of his douchebag squad.

"Your girl? You're full of shit Carver, like you don't fuck around on her when she isn't around, she deserves better than you" Jason pales but catches himself quickly beginning to laugh.

"Like who? You? Don't make me laugh Munson, you're way out of her league and you know it. She doesn't even know you exist"

Jeff and Gareth tug at his arms as he moves closer to Jason.

"Yeah? You don't know anything asshole, I'd treat her like a queen" Jason's smirk disappears.

"What are you in love with her or something?" Eddie doesn't back down from his stare.

"You are aren't you?" Jason sneers and Eddie's fist tightens, he would like nothing more than to punch Jason in his stupid mouth.

"Let me be clear. I haven't gave a fuck about stepping on your toes to show her how she should be treated" Jason backs off, he knows that Eddie isn't fucking around.

"She'd never go for you loser" Jason spits out but one of the basketball players pull him away.

"Come on man, he's a lying asshole"

"Eddie come on dude" he hears Dustin call out to him and he heads to Hellfire still fuming but determined to follow up on what he said to Jason.

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Jason gapes as you repeat what you said.

"You want to break up with me? Are you fucking kidding me? I made you, you selfish bitch" Oh please you roll your eyes.

"You made me? Get over yourself. I'm a person not some object. For four months you've gradually treated me more and more like shit and I'm sick of it"

Disbelief colours Jason's features.

"First that freak Munson being in love with you and now this shit. Unbelievable"

It's like time stands still, you barely hear what Jason has to say something along the lines of "no I'm dumping you for Casey Stevens", you couldn't care less.

"Are you even listening to me? I'm dumping you!" he snaps and you nod as you make your way over to where Hellfire is playing barely paying attention to what Jason is yelling at you.

There's cheers as you get to the drama room so that must mean that the campaign has went down well, just like you assured Eddie it would.

He's deep in his DM mode so you wait patiently, watching him enraptured.

Dustin spots you and gestures to Eddie who pauses his eyes lighting up.

"It's okay, finish up and I'll wait here" he winks at you and it sends little shivers of delight all over your body, watching him in his element, doing differing voices as he concludes tonights campaign is so sexy.

He's so sexy and kind, beautiful inside and out and you are anxious to know if what Jason said was true.

When he is finished you head over to him, focus solely on him and not the curious stares you're getting.

"Hey Princess"

"Hi, Jason told me something. We were breaking up at the time so I don't know if he was just messing around, I hope he wasn't"

Eddie tilts his head and there's a knowing look on his gaze.

"What did he say?" well, here goes nothing.

"He told me you're in love with me. Is that true?" he cups your cheek and you lean into his touch.

"Would have preferred to tell you myself sweetheart but yeah, I'm in love with you, hopelessly in love. I'd never hurt you or cheat on you like that dickhead did"

Within seconds you're kissing him and he's kissing you back, you grin.

"I love you too" Eddie briefly lifts you off your feet as he kisses you happily.

"Uh? What the fuck is going on?" Gareth asks and you and Eddie look at each other with identical grins.

"Better sit down dude, this is a long story"

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[whinlatter]

Also how do you think ginny and Harry's marital life was? Did they get married early?Did Ginny sometimes resent her husband's profession? As a couple do you think they fought often?

Thanks so much for always replying to all the asks so wonderfully! You're so amazing!!!

I think Harry and Ginny's marital life was happy, of course! I think their marriage was a singular source of stability and renewing joy throughout their adult lives. (can you imagine if I was like... nah, it was garbage, divorce)

Without further ado... here's too many words and thoughts on Harry and Ginny's married life and careers, and some fic recs that have helped shape how I think about it dotted throughout. Come for the twee house descriptions, stay for the rant about neoliberal feminism at the end I guess!

On married life and the Potter household:

I love the idea of the Potters presiding over this ramshackle chaos household in big house near the sea, with a great big garden and treehouse for their kids and the cousins and various pets to maraud about all over the place. I actually think quite a lot about the house they'd be in. I love the idea of them building it from scratch, a big house with modern comforts but rustic, cosy, English country features, more horizontal than vertical (kind of farm/barn conversion vibes). In my mind, their house has lots of light, lots of beams and soft wood furnishings, and then a few quirky features and colours that are all Ginny's idea (Luna paints beautiful murals on each of the kids' walls). I imagine their house has lots of big windows with window seats so the adults can sit out and watch the kids play outside. I think the kitchen/dining room would be the heart of the house. Harry's doing the cooking, Ginny's writing at the table, kids are streaming in and out, it's just a real thoroughfare of teenagers and family friends and grandparents streaming through with the wireless on.

On marrying and having kids young:

I do really think Harry and Ginny got married early and had kids young. As I get older I only get more ok with that as a timescale for them. I think the intensity of their wartime experiences, their very involved role as godparents to Teddy (especially thinking maybe it might be nice for Teddy to have younger god-siblings), and their family reference points (both being from families where marrying young is quite normal, and where babies and toddlers are increasingly around a lot) are all factors that lend themselves to these two locking in in their early twenties. The pieces I love most on their marriage/babies etc are all ones that have a lot of humour and spontaneity and walk this gorgeous line between flippancy and total certainty - acesofdiamond's version of their wedding in Arran, Scotland, is canon to me, and also quickfire by flagpoles, on them having a shotgun wedding, is just so so so good and so them.

On Harry's career:

I think Ginny would understand why Harry chose the career he did, but I think it would be a source of tension for them. I'm thinking a lot about this at the minute for some writing (👀), but I think Harry as an adult would have to confront the fact that he intends to keep choosing to get back in the arena and fight Dark magic, this thing he does it to keep the people he loves safe but that also asks so much of the same loved ones who have to watch him do it. I think Ginny would try to push him to see that, but I don't think those would be easy conversations, and I do think it would be one of the things they argue most about on the occasions when they do, properly, fight. On the day to day, things they bicker over include: whose fault it is that the house is a mess (obviously it's both of them, plus the three messy children those two messy kids created); whose fault it is that the Potters are literally always late to everything (Harry blames Ginny, Ginny says the only reason he was ever on time before was because of Hermione, and he chose not to marry the punctual one so he just has to lump it); and Ginny losing her wand around the house/not keeping her wand on her (it takes Harry a long time to say it, but he's always just thinking of James on the sofa the night he died).

On Ginny's career:

I know this is a bit controversial, but I'm honestly happy with the idea of Ginny quitting playing professional Quidditch young. I think she quits after she has James, or maybe between Albus and Lily, so by the time she's about twenty four, twenty five. This is a bit of a soapbox one for me, and maybe one day I'll write about it in some form, but I think there's quite a lot to be said for freeing yourself from being accountable to career decisions and dreams you once had for yourself when you were seventeen, especially career plans that served as escape hatches from traumatic teen years (for the same reason, I like the idea of Ron quitting the Aurors after a few years). I think, as teenagers, we imagine futures for versions of ourselves we haven't met yet. Renegotiating your hopes and aspirations for yourself can be a real sign of growth; holding yourself hostage to who you thought you'd be can make you very miserable.

Relatedly, I do think Ginny in her mid-twenties might have a different relationship to her playing Quidditch than she has a teen. I think lot of her wanting to play professionally is about her having something to prove (I have also totally adopted the headcanon from this fantastic piece on Ginny wanting to be outdoors and in the air as a rejection of the chamber). It feels right to me that Ginny might reconsider her attitude to physical risk and injury by her mid-twenties, particularly if her children are watching her play an extremely dangerous sport week-in week out. I also think she might reconsider how much time she wants to spend away from her family. I wonder if Ginny would also develop a different relationship to the sport outside of a school context, especially the press scrutiny and the big business of sport on the outside. We know that when she quits playing, it's not the end of her professional life, and I think her writing about the sport, and being a voice in the culture of the sport but also in the Wizarding World at large, makes a ton of sense for her. But I think it's good to change jobs because what you want for yourself changes, and I really think it's not a feminist failing to want to spend time with your family and to look for jobs that are interesting and help give your life meaning but that also let you have a family life. It's boardroom girlboss neoliberal nonsense feminism that says wanting to spend time with your friends and family is less of a route to happiness than climbing up some horrendous hyper-individualist career ladder in pursuit of success (especially, in Ginny's case, in professional sport, where careers only ever end on a downturn).

Thank you anon for wanting to hear me bang on about all of this!

Fics mentioned here include:

dancing on to your heartbeat by aceofdiamonds - H/G wedding fic

quick-fire by flagpoles - H/G proposal and pregnancy fic

Little Sugar Men by dopeythedwarf - H/G, on Ginny and flying

#harry and ginny's house is a beautiful mess because so are its occupants #sorry for the soapbox but i will rant about ginny's career choices until the cows come home #hinny #headcanons #fic rec #thank you anon! #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #harry potter #meta

[flyingspicerack]

Osomatsu Drabble for Anonymous

"Can you write me a drabble where Osomatsu confesses to the reader?"

The sun was setting as the two of you were by the river, the sky growing hues of orange and red, the clouds pink and purple. If you had decided to lie down beside the man next to you, you might see the sky fading to deep dark blue behind you, but you were enjoying the last bit of sunshine left for the day. 

You and your good friend, Osomatsu, had crossed paths earlier that afternoon, catching you as you were taking out your garbage, he having left the pachinko parlor he frequented nearby. He hadn’t won much, only about ¥500, but was very excitedly boasting about his win, then proceeded to make an offer you both knew was silly, treat you to a day on the town. You had commented on it, saying that the miniscule amount of money he had wouldn't get the two of them very far, to which he blatantly admitted he hoped you would in turn, pick up his slack. The audacity of his words amused you, like they usually did, so you actually took him up on his offer, opting to spend the day with this goof considering you didn’t have anything better to do on your day off. 

The two of you spent the entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing, opting to just walk around and sit in the park, people watching. The both of you sat side by side on benches, making up little conversations the people were having, creating drama in your own little world in a little bubble the two of you shared. You changed locations every hour or so, Osomatsu got a bit antsy when staying in one place too long, his legs bouncing impatiently when you two were too idle for his liking. 

He had spent his shiny gold coin a little while ago, opting to buy you and him some onigiri, complaining the whole time that he’d much rather buy beer but you had said you were hungry. However, to appease him, and to mainly get him to stop whining, you got a few beers and a couple snacks for you to share. After buying them, the two of you mosied on down by the river, skipping some rocks, just shooting the shit as you usually did. He complained about his brothers and his plights as a NEET, you complained about your uptight boss and shitty coworkers, something Osomatsu urged you to do often. 

As the sun had made its way lower in the sky, the two of you grew tired and just opted to sit by the river now, reclined on the grassy hill between where the rocks started and the footpath above. You had bought a little 6-pack for the two of you, Osomatsu already drinking his three, while you were sitting and still working on your second one. 

“Heeey, can I have your last beer?” 

You let out a small bark of a laugh, glancing back at him. “No?”

“Whaaaa? But you haven’t even finished that one yet, and you’re gonna drink a whole other can? Bullshit, bet you can’t.” Osomatsu teased. 

You rolled your eyes at him, even though you knew he was actually right, and he knew he was right too. Your threshold was usually two, to two and a half beers, depending on how much you ate. Glancing down to the can in your hand, then to the plastic shopping bag where the last beer sat, you pondered what to do. 

“C’mooooooooooon, just gimme the can!” He sat up now, the two of you eye level. 

Without really thinking much more about it, you handed him the half drank can you were already working on. “Here, just finish this one, I get the full one.”

“Heh, half a beer is better than nothing.” He said with a shrug, taking the can and immediately throwing his head back, chugging the rest of the can.

As he worked the can, you grabbed the last one and cracked it open, bringing the metal to your lips and taking a sip before you paused. 

“Ahhhh, yeah, that’s the stuff.” Osomatsu smacked his lips as he made a satisfied hum, happy to get what he wanted before the realization set in. 

The two of you had just indirectly kissed… You sure as hell weren’t going to say anything about it, that's for sure. You had been battling how you’d been feeling about Osomatsu for some time now, your feelings spilling over from friend to crush, it was hard to sleep some nights… most nights, since he was always on your mind. 

Maybe he wouldn’t bring it up, maybe he won’t notice… You hoped he wouldn’t actually, if he said something it would make it real, it would make it something you’d have to deal with… You didn’t want to deal with it, not right now… You liked how things were, there was no point fucking up your friendship by-

“Hey.”

“Hm?” Immediately pulling away from your thoughts, you looked over to meet Osomatsu’s gaze, his eyes just a bit hazy. He had a tolerance barely higher than you, usually three to four was his limit. 

“Why aren’t ya saying anything?” He asked, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“Hm? About?” You asked, tilting your head a bit.

His mouth widened into a cheeky smile. “Awww, don’t tell me the indirect kiss you just pulled wasn’t on purpose.”

Your eyes widened and before your embarrassment set in, you put on a confident front, something of a defense mechanism for you. “Ha! What? Osomatsu, you’re such a kid sometimes…” You turned your head away, staring now at the river water as it flowed by.

“Oh, so it wasn’t? Man, aren't I lucky then! An accidental indirect kiss with you of all people? Better than any pachinko jackpot.”

You paused, keeping your head straight ahead, but glanced over in his direction beside you with your eyes. “What… does that mean?” You asked, taking another sip of your beer.

“You know, cause you’re you?” He said it in a way he implied it was obvious.

You weren’t understanding and finally turned your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing, hoping he would elaborate. 

“You know… You’re hot, you’re funny, you know how to take a dirty joke, not too serious, not to mention you buy and treat me to shit! What I wouldn’t give to make you mine.” He said all with a bright smile on his face.

“Why don’t you then?” It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. 

Osomatsu blinked at you, his smile staying there, but the slight confusion was apparent in his irises. “Huh?”

Your mouth moved again without you able to catch up. “Why don’t you make me yours?”

The man started to falter, his smile fading, his red, tipsy cheeks growing deeper in hue. He turned his head away and brought a hand to his face, it covering his nose and mouth as he started to stammer, his words muffled. “Shit… don’t say stuff like that, you’ll make me think you're serious.”

You moved your head forward again, looking to the surface of the water once more. Who would have thunk than an accidental kiss would have led to a seemingly accidental confession on Osomatsu’s part, if that’s really what this was. “And… What if I was? What… would you do?”

“Are you?” He asked.

“Are you?” You asked back. 

The two of you looked at one another at the same time, each equally red in the face as your gazes met. You sat there in silence for a few beats before the both of you erupted into laughter, his shoulder bumping into yours and you bumping back. Bright, loud laughing, sweet light airy giggles, snorting, and howling filled the air as your laughs morphed and melded with one another. 

When you finished laughing, you handed him your beer, deciding to pass it between the both of you until it was empty, sitting and watching the sunset beyond the horizon, the sky slowly turning more and more purple. You each rested your hands down on the grass beside one another, and a moment later, they inched closer and closer, your pinkies intertwining as you sat, your head making its way to his shoulder. A moment later you felt a warm set of lips against your temple, causing your stomach to grow tight and your heart to grow full. 

#spice.ososan #my art #the person who requested this wants to remain anon so <3 #uhhh yeah you will NEVER find y/n or 'reader' or anything like that in my reader stuff btw.... #anyway i banged this out fast ... i hope u guys like it???? heh #osomatsu #osomatsu san #osomatsu x reader #drabble #yeah uhhhhhhhhh anyway uhhhhhhhhhhhhh dies explodes and blows upp

[oksurethisismyname]

What reality television are the strawhats watching?

Luffy: he doesn’t have a huge attention span for much that isn’t related to his dreams or food. That being said, he’ll let Family Feud run in the background while he’s doing something else and randomly say the #1 answer anytime he pays attention. It’s kind of freaky how he does that

Zoro: normally not one for reality TV, get Zoro a few drinks in and he’ll watch American Ninja Warrior. He laughs when people fall and critiques their form

Nami: she actually went on Price is Right and won! They did, however, “slum dog millionaire” question her about whether or not she was cheating somehow

Sanji: you’d think he’d watch the bachelor and fantasize about it being him, but NOPE. Dating shows make him sad because how could anyone send home such a lovely lady!!! He’ll watch the bachelorette, though, and if you listen to his commentary you might hear him talking about which man he would choose

Ussop: bless his heart, most reality tv shows give him anxiety. Competition??? By choice???? Ummmmm no thanks. Until he sees Lego Masters, which is now his favorite show because it’s fun and the engineering feats he is realizing can be done with legos are incredible

Robin: surprise surprise, she loves Jeopardy. She tried getting on Jeopardy but something about her calm demeanor and unblinking eyes didn’t screen test well…

Chopper: Chopper loves watching the kids baking challenge. Sweets? Yes please. Kind adults? Yes! Adorable kids? Win win win!

Franky: Franky likes watching the Great British Bake Off and he cries when the old people get sent home

Brook: he’s watching American Idol, the Masked Singer, and the bachelor (he does not have the same hang ups as Sanji). He likes having the TV on when he’s home alone so it’s easy to watch and keep up with multiple shows.

Together: when they all get together, there are two shows they’ll watch. It’s either Survivor, which everyone thinks they’d be winning, or Say Yes to the Dress. Say Yes to the Dress gets ROWDY. Luffy and Zoro are talking about how garbage the mother in law is , Ussop, Sanji and Nami are talking about if the dress is reaaaaally worth 10k, Robin is psycho analyzing everyone, Chopper is crying because one of the brides is a cancer survivor, Franky is crying because love is so special, and Brook is watching all his friends just happy to be there.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #nico robin #one piece franky #tony tony chopper #one piece brook #monkey d. luffy #reality television #ussop #you cannot tell me sanji Nami and Ussop aren’t sassy little demons when watching say yes to the dress

[dc418writes]

Diamonds vs Stones

✨Pairing✨: sugardaddy!Lloyd Hansenxsugarbaby!black!reader

Summary🪄: Overhearing a conversation makes you question your relationship

⚠️: age gap (reader is in mid to late twenties, Lloyd is in early 40s), lil angsty, kinda ends in fluff though (Lloyd’s actually a little sweet), mention of nudity, degrading Harvard women, mention of bullying, mentions of happy adult fun times, spanking

A/N🎙: Hey guys! So the topics in this I feel like is a bit of a different direction for me and what I usually write (at least I’d say so since I’m mostly all fluff with a touch of PG-13 lol). And I’m saying all that to ultimately be honest in hoping that it’s not cringey or anything, and of course if there’s any warnings/labeling of characters I’m missing to please let me know

Bare feet padding closer and holding two freshly opened beers, you softly smile to yourself hearing the two men in the entertainment room alternating between cheering and berating—well, more so berating—those in uniforms and helmets on the tv scattering along the green field. They weren’t able to do it much, but whenever Lloyd and Danny Carmichael were able to hang out, it always made your heart swell. It was like watching an adorable play date between children that just so happened to include talks of recent targets and new torture methods.

“Gentlemen,” you nod setting the sweating bottle on the coaster next to an appreciative Carmichael before walking behind the leather sectional to set your boyfriend’s in his hand.

“Thank you ma poupée (my little doll),” Lloyd smiles gently patting your bottom as you turn to walk away. A short giggle escaping your lips when he winks and blows you a kiss you happily return. “Sure you don’t want to watch the game with us sunshine?”

“If you can call it a game really,” Danny chuckles along with his closest friend before taking a long sip from his bottle.

“No it’s okay, I’ll let you boys have your time together. Plus there’s a pie in the oven that needs tending to.”

Collecting the empty bottles, you’re just outside the cracked door about to journey further down the hall to the kitchen when the mention of your name in their conversation peaks your interest. Should you be eavesdropping? No, but they’ll never find out.

“Y/N’s a real sweetheart.”

“Yea,” Lloyd smiles setting down his now half full bottle. “I lucked out with that one.”

“Can always count on the infamous Lloyd Hansen to find someone to lick his wounds whether it was after a game in college or now after a mission,” his closest friend grins stretching his arms along the back of the couch. “All of them so desperate and willing to be the one to heal ole Sniper.”

Excuse me?

“Like I was the only one. Pretty sure I remember getting blown off more than a couple times when you found a few friends yourself.” The lean man only smiles to himself removing his glasses to clean a smudge from the corner.

“That’s the thing about Harvard women. They might have high IQs, but they have extremely low self esteems.”

“And even higher libidos.”

Hearty chuckles rumble through their chests as they clink their bottles together before their berating starts again due to a terrible play resulting in an interception. You don’t hear anymore of their nostalgic memories, quickly strutting to the kitchen and roughly tossing the empty glasses into the garbage.

Was that all you were to him? Just a desperate groupie of sorts eager to be used?

“I most certainly am not,” you state to yourself frustratedly tapping your foot as you wait for the timer to finish on your currently browning dessert.

“Y/N doesn’t compare to those ‘I never felt pretty because I was bullied in middle school’ minnows though. She’s in a league of her own.” Hearing his friend so smitten over someone has a proud warmth spreading along his chest.

Whether Lloyd would admit it or not, Carmichael knew wedding bells were surely on the horizon.

“You better stay on your toes then. Anyone could be looking to swoop in.” The assassin doesn’t quite like the way those words sound spilling from his partner’s alcohol tinged lips, turning in his seat with muscular arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I’d like to see them try.”

“Relax I wasn’t talking about me. What kind of friend do you think I am?,” Carmichael lightly shakes his head. “Although I can’t say I wouldn’t try if you weren’t in the picture.”

Just as quick as he finishes his sentence, Lloyd has his pocket knife brandished reflecting the light from the chandelier over head as he tilts it back and forth.

“Please don’t make me ruin this couch. We just got it from Milan.”

-

“Thank you for everything Y/N. And that pie?! Incredible.”

“Well thank you I’m glad you liked it,” you smile handing him a small Tupperware with a couple more slices. “And it’s no problem. You’re family and family always gets taken care of here.”

“Such the little hostess,” Lloyd whispers in your ear as his strong hand on your waist brings you closer into his side. His pink lips tenderly pressing against your temple before his attention turns toward his friend. “So, same time next week?”

“Afraid not. I’ll be out the country dealing with some things, but I’ll let you know when I’m back.”

Wishing each other a good night, you both watch to make sure Danny makes it to his Porsche—tossing a final wave or two—and out the seemingly mile long driveway off the compound before going back into the warmly lit mansion. Lloyd’s mouth attached to your neck the whole time as he follows you into the kitchen with his body pressed firmly into your back and hands roaming and gripping from your chest to your core.

You’d easily be putty right now practically begging him to ruin you if it weren’t for his earlier words ringing in your ears.

“Lloyd please, I need to clean up,” you state immediately halting his lips and making him lift his head with furrowed brows.

“Correct me if I’m wrong-and don’t bother because I know I’m right…but Lloyd is not a name for you to call me sunshine.” The way his hand grips your chin turning your face towards him is a warning, but you could care less feeling extra bold tonight.

“So when someone asks me your name what am I supposed to say? Honeybuns?”

His chuckle isn’t an amused one.

“Don’t play dumb, it’s not a cute look on you.” His grip tightens causing a squeak of a whimper to crawl up your throat, meanwhile his other hand pulls a cherry from the nearby bowl to place on his tongue. “Now we had a good day; had a nice visit from a friend. Don’t ruin it by giving me a headache yea?”

“…I’m sorry.”

Narrowing his eyes, he doesn’t fully believe you are. He can tell something’s ticking behind those doe-like brown eyes, but he’s willing to let it go being in an overall good mood.

He pulls you closer to kiss your lips before letting your chin go. His long legs sauntering to the circular dinner table to take a seat. “Prove it by getting me another slice of pie chérie (darling).”

Oh, you’ll get a slice alright.

Cutting a good hunk of a piece, you place it in the microwave for a few seconds to make sure it was warmed to his liking before moving to get the whip cream from the fridge. You flash him a cheeky smile not so innocently licking the leftover white cream from your finger you gathered along the nozzle. A slight moan vibrating your chest while his oceanic eyes never leave you and fingers drum along the hardwood.

You step closer and closer with hips gently swaying until you’re standing in front of the now smirking man. He thinks he’s got it all figured out, but oh how wrong he was.

“If someone’s feeling extra needy for her monstre (monster) now that she finally has him all to herself, all she has to do is say so rather than try to brat her way into getting what she wants.”

Flashing your fakest smile, you easily tip the plate until the whip cream, crust, and the caramelized apples inside fall onto Lloyd’s crotch causing him to groan from the uncomfortable heat on his sensitive area. It’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from his skin and angry glare that bore into your soul though.

Stand strong, it’ll be worth it. You might die, but it’ll be worth it.

“Wouldn’t exactly say needy is how I’m feeling right now.”

In the blink of an eye, your wrists are held behind your back and body twisted until your front is pressed against the table. Your flowy, flower printed summer dress flipped up to expose your lacy clad bottom as your cheek uncomfortably rests on a placemat. You try to wiggle free, but his hand strongly smacking your bottom once then twice has you stilling and “ow’s” falling from your mouth.

“What’s your problem?! Not get enough attention when all I’ve done today is dote on and compliment my darling girl?!” Another smack. “Say how wonderful of a hostess and housewife you were.” Smack. “Fill her up just how she likes not once, but twice today!”

The next few smacks are harder than the others making tears drip down your face twisted in pain.

“Would’ve been three, but now I’m thinking three weeks with nothing!” Watching you softly sob while your body trembles with each additional blow has a demented smile creeping along his lips. “Aww don’t cry now sunshine. And you know what? For safe measures, maybe I should use the plugs? Take away your toys too so you don’t get any ideas. Even try to hunt down a chastity belt..and don’t think I can’t sunshine!”

“T-Then I guess y-you’ll find some other d-desperate chick to lick your wounds,” you manage to speak having controlled your cries long enough. His hand hangs beside his body for a few moments before meeting your sore, and surely reddened, bottom one last time causing you to helplessly yelp.

His muscular frame easily allows him to maneuver your body that you’re now facing him with soaked lashes and an indented cheek—along with throbbing lower ones. His palm caressing the side of your throat and thumb gently grazing the hollow spot at its base gives your body a moment to reset and relax knowing this was now “nurturing” Lloyd in control.

“Mm..being nosy,” he calmly states as your hands nervously wrung behind you.

“O-Or you talk loud…” Beginning to knead the back of your neck with his warm fingertips, it makes your heart pick up its pace anticipating his grip to tighten and your vision to eventually become blurry any minute now.

Instead though..he just grins to himself, and you dare not move, speak, or do anything unsure of his next step. That was his speciality after all, keeping everyone—including his own men at times—guessing and on their toes.

He claimed things were more fun that way.

“Well if that were the case, you would’ve heard how those past women don’t deserve the be in the same room as you, nor can they hold a candle to the ethereal beauty and existence that is you my dear.”

“…really?,” you quietly ask. Your curled lashes fluttering and mouth set in that adorable pout Lloyd would eagerly kill for.

“Do you think I’d be so incompetent to waste my precious time gladly spending hundreds and thousands of dollars on someone who I knew didn’t deserve it?” Your shrug causes a sigh to slip past his lips seemingly annoyed that you weren’t getting it already.

“Those women were only good for one thing, and after? They were gone faster than a sack of roadkill at a hillbilly convention. But you, my infuriating gumdrop, the moment I saw you there was nothing more that I wanted to do than give you my time. My money. My love. Everything I could offer that I knew no other man ever could.”

The brush of his soft lips against your forehead, cheeks, and finally resting on your lips has a giggle erupting from your chest and a new pep coursing up your spine. It’s immediately replaced by guilt though at nearly burning your love’s family jewels.

Your arms wrap around his neck raising on your tip toes to carefully peck up from his neck to his jaw and that spot below his earlobe only you knew of. It was the tell tale beginning of one of your apologies that would lead to you begging to make it up to him and a very long night that ran into the early morning.

“I’m sorry my maniacal bon bon. I just overheard and then it made me feel like-like…nothing. As if you’d easily get rid of me at any moment like the others.”

“But you should’ve known better sunshine. What do I always promise hm?”

“To take care of me.”

“And haven’t I been doing a good job?”

“Better than good!,” you smile excitedly pouncing onto his body like a koala on its favorite tree. His hands grasp under your thighs to steady you as you shower the smooth skin of his smiling face in kisses.

“I know,” he chuckles passionately meeting your lips once more before tapping your already tender bottom for you to get down. “Now, you know your little tantrum hurt daddy..”

“I know.” Your downcast gaze towards the tiled floor below is interrupted by his large hand gripping your chin and forcing your eyes to his calm ones.

“So what happens next?”

“I get punished like the ungrateful brat I chose to be,” you sigh.

“Very good! For that I’ll try to go easy on you,” he winks patting your bottom and causing you to whimper. “You are gonna clean up this mess, and my pants, while I enjoy the lovely view. All the while in proper attire of course.” That meant fully nude and gagged so you couldn’t complain even if you wanted to.

And if Lloyd was feeling extra cruel, that could mean the special panties only he could control. Luckily it didn’t seem like he was in that kind of mood tonight.

“Then after I say you’re done,” he explains removing his white pants and tossing them at your feet before sitting cross-legged in the metal chair, “I’ll fix you a nice bath and be sure to pay close attention to my sweetest peach.”

His hand soothingly rubbing up and down your bottom makes it hard to leave feeling yourself getting lost in the comfort. You know you need to move though, and soon, if you want that bath and more of his strong hands all over you—in a caring, loving way that is.

“Thank you honeybuns.”

“Of course sunshine, now hurry up before that stain sets.”

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[died-but-not-dead-propaganda]

Kim Dokja Propaganda

he canonically dies seven times <3 he's tried and avoided dying even more than that. multiple characters in text have asked him to stop dying.

He literally plans his own death out and then gets surprised when it happens and people react to him dying he's so stupid I love him

he does it 12 times i'm not joking

i lost count but he's died and come back at least 4 times. mf won't stay dead (affectionate) but he's also so damn smug everytime like he didn't just give all his friends lasting trauma for the 3rd time that week

He is like, the perfect person for this tournament. He dies, and dies, and dies like every 5 seconds. And the majority of them are emotional. I think. Like, we know he's not actually dead but his friends don't (in most of them).

So here's some of my hightlights (Contains spoilers):

-His first death was by being incinerated by a dragon's breath (not really interesting, but it's his first death).

-There was an scenario(missions? kinda?) where they had to kill the strongest in the dome and nobody knew who it was so there were two really strong guys having a duel and while everyone else was busy watching it he killed himself behind a building and just waited for everyone to notice (he was the strongest in there).

    +People called him ugly at his funeral

-Idk if it counts as a death but he sacrificed himself and got expelled from the system and I don't remember if his body was destroyed but I think yes. So this would normally mean you will die for real so everyone thought he was dead but he kept his soul alive by talking to himself and eating garbage and went to a doctor and leaded a coup d'etat and gave birth(? kinda?) all while pretending to be someone else.

-He was asleep while using a skill to watch his friends have a serious discussion about his kinks and dies.

this man. keeps. dying. everytime he dies it traumatises his kids and friends and then he does it again! eventually they just straight up locked him up in gay baby jail in an attempt to get him to stop dying. it didnt work. hes a disaster and i love him

That man CANNOT stop dying istg (via sacrificing his life) i don't even know how many times he's died,,, (it's the suicidal tendencies and the feeling he doesn't deserve a happy ending lbr)

(warning for spoilers in the next paragraph)

he has 1)died by throwing himself at a giant dragon 2)died by throwing himself in front of his blorbo/reason for living (who has threatened to kill him multiple times) at the hand of the woman who later on become his daughter    (he came back from those 2 in a few minutes with a power that allowed him to resurrect if he saves 100 people) (he then lost this power and gained another that allowed him 7 resurrections but with a longer delay)

3)died by asking his internet bully/best friend to kill him to save the city  4)there was a prophecy he was going to be killed by the person he loves most. his mum killed him knowing about his resurrection power and hoping it would complete the prophecy. it did not. (fun fact he was passed out when that happened and his previously mentioned best friend was defending him, and she allowed the shot to hit his heart to avoid it hitting his crotch #priorities)  5)sacrificed himself by turning into the villain and making all his friends kill him to stop his blorbo from doing the same. fun fact he was the one to deliver the final blow and it did satisfy the prophecy. also for reasons his resurrection power didn't work here (he still found a way to come back though! but it was much more difficult and complicated

also, it's irrelevant to all this but he literally gets adopted by hades and persephone at some point and becomes the heir to the underworld

anyway this is very long and does not include all his deaths i don't think but you get the idea! orv is very good i promise don't get fooled by my shitty description lmao

This ridiculous man has an addiction to dying istg. He makes a point of obtaining every ability he can that allows him to return from death and chooses to throw himself in harms way constantly. His companions has to sedate him just to get him to take a break because he just will not stop dying on them. Hes a hamster of a man. Hes also just so pathetically average and abnormal at the same time and its great. Throughout the whole story, people try to convince him to stop sacrificing himself for them, but he just keeps doing it because he doesnt really know how else to show how much he cares because he is incredibly emotionally stunted (its the trauma!). Orv is legitimately such a good webnovel, it changed my brain chemistry permanently. Its a really great read because it contains a little bit of everything, so you get to enjoy a bunch of different genres. Its also pretty fast paced but not rushed, so the plot is always moving forward but not feeling forced. There arent really any plotholes either, because it accomplishes what it set out to do as a story. Only issue some people have getting into it is that the first chunk of chapters are kinda slow, but it really starts to pick up after the disasters and keeps getting better from there. Also that it has 551 chapters, but these chapters are all necessary, trust me. The ending is so good. Just try to avoid spoilers some if you do check it out; they dont necessarily ruin the experience but some major plot moments are revealed. Also, I really reccommend reading the actual webnovel instead of the manhwa(which is the webtoon) because the manhwa edits a lot of things out and is much plainer than the actual story. Anyway, sorry that this turned into me telling you to read the novel instead of campaigning for kdj. But! Its what he would have wanted, seeing as he once read a webnovel as the sole reader of it for over 10 years.

Okay so. This man has died over 10 times (I'm not counting the exact number I'm sorry). He got burned to death fighting a super dangerous dragon, he died IN FRONT OF HIS FOUND FAMILY. then he pushed another member of his found family away from a fatal attack and took it on himself, causing him to get a huge hole right through his stomach and said member of his found family to go beserk over his death cause he didn't know he'd come back to life. He then asked a different member of his found family to KILL HIM. because he needed to die for everyone else to survive or whatever so he convinced her to kill him even though she didn't want to. And then HE GOT KILLED BY HIS FOUND FAMILY AGAIN. because once again he had to 'die' for everyone to survive but specifically he had to be killed by his found family, so he got stabbed through the heart by one of his found family members and then crumbled to dust in said family member's arms. He 'died' and disappeared for 3+ YEARS , and came back just as his ff were finally moving on from him. (Also he came back in a giant squid form that couldn't communicate with the FF at all and almost got killed my the ff AGAIN...) there's... A lot. More but it's been a while since I've read the novel so I don't remember every single death unfortunately but yeah 👍

He died like 12 times and traumatized all his companions with that

Over the course of 100 chapters, this man managed to die and get revived FIVE GODDAMN TIMES. And he keeps doing it. Nobody's doing it like him fr fr

i’m still read orv but as far as i’ve heard that’s his whole thing other than being gay for the protagonist of his favourite web comic who is real now

hoooo boy. i think he dies around 8 times in total? and somehow each time is worse than the last..... the first 3-4 times he has a skill that lets him regenerate, so its mostly fine (there is some good angst about his companions worrying he died for real, though, and at least one funeral scene).

then theres a prophecy about how he will be killed by "the person he loves most" and, without spoiling it too much, hes killed by the person he loves most. sword through the heart and touching last words and everything. its fucking DEVASTATING. he survives with a bunch of cheat code bullshit and then next time they see him is weeks or months later in the fucking demon realm with a body thats falling apart.

then a while later he almost dies AGAIN but when they go to save him he gets kidnapped and sent to another world and they dont see him for FOUR YEARS. hes obviously presumed dead while hes off in another worldline trying to get back

uh. there might be more than that. this novel is VERY long. anyway it gets to a point where any problem thats too big gets solved by him sacrificing himself while his companions scream and cry and beg him not to. and then he shows up later like "see! i survived :)" and they get so upset because why does he keep DOING this??? and he doesnt see the issue because he did it to save them! its a happy ending as long as no one dies (but not me though. its fine if i die as long as no one else does)

anyway, all this to say. basically his defining trait is that he dies and comes back. hes infamous for it and his companions start to hate it about him. one of them literally tries to pay a HEAVY price to ensure that he cant die anymore. hes GOTTA be on this bracket

Self-sacrifice is the only way he knows how to express love because it's the only form of love he was shown as a child. He keeps dying for his companions even while knowing that he is traumatizing them and thinking that they will hate him for it eventually (just like he hated his mom) because he thinks he deserves to be hated. The entire novel is about saving him. My god.

This man has died (and revived) about thirteen different times (I think? Very easy to lose count), and that’s only including successful attempts, he tries to sacrifice himself many more times. His companions are literally begging him to stop killing himself to save the world. They come very close to just tying him up so he can’t go running off again.

In terms of his general character he is just a guy who hyperfixates on a bad webnovel for 13 years straight, I’m talking about 3000+ chapters that he was the sole reader of because no one else made it past ch100. Then when the webnovel gets its final update the events of the novel start happening in the real world, as the only person who has read to the end he has vital information to save the world. He pisses off the protagonist within a minute of meeting and then proceeds to have a high-key homoerotic relationship with him, with both of them becoming so intertwined that neither would exist without the other and creating a timeloop that sets the entire plot into motion (I can’t go into more details without spoilers). If you’d like more details then I highly recommend the YouTube video “badly explaining all of omniscient reader in 6 minutes” by ferd because it’s hilarious and leaves out just enough context that you don’t even feel like you’re getting spoiled because it’s so batshit

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #dokja kim

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Why IS Chica the best glamrock animatronic?

Chica is the best: Sorry Roxy.

I find Glamrock Chica the most developed of the Glamrocks within the confines of the canon. Just because in her little screentime she has more defining traits then just food. (But I can see why people meme on her being a complete garbage chicken etc)

You might think Roxy is the "most developed" cause she cries and we actually have sympathy for her. And she does have a few faucets here and there like her jumping on the racetrack and a distinct mean girl personality.

But for me personally, having self confidence issues/mental illness is not the same as a well written character and having a personality. (Sorry Daycare Attendent. You are far more developed by the fans give you credit for. )

(granted I love Roxanne I relate to her and she used to be my favorite Glamrock first and we'll get a lot of scenes with her in Lofi later)

All we know about Monty is that he's violent and cool and possibly murdered Bonnie, or at least took the fall for it, and wants to usurp Freddy. And uses his claws to deal damage. (And this is canon text. Not anything the voice actor said)

So where does that place Chica?

Well, like the Chica's before her, she has a problem with food. More specifically, eating things she shouldn't. Like garbage and the like. But mostly her obsession with Pizza.

Her obsession with the Monty Mystery mix has caused her damage with the trash compactor before.

So yeah, garbage chicken likes garbage....

And I can get why she gets relegated to memes of "PIZZA!!!" and junk. (And I enjoy them fjfhhfh)

But that's just not it.

She seems to be the only Glamrock who is dedicated to the band souly for the sake of the music.

Monty is obviously in it for fame.

Roxy wants adoration.

Freddy is just happy to play with his friends.

But Chica is in it for the music.

(I feel this is an intentional aspect of their design from Fazbear Entertainment. To give an impression of a real band drama dynamics)

But when Chica isn't sneaking out to get garbage, she is practicing religiously.

Jamming out for the sake of it. Honing her skills. Even in the opening cutscene in the game, she is stretching her fingers right before they go on stage. And she looks the most intense out of all the Glamrocks. While everyone else is smiling and excited to go on stage, she's the only one who isn't smiling, and has an intense look about her. She only starts smiling and having a good time when the performance begins.

She's 100% focused to give a good performance and show.

And the in-game texts suggest that she used to sing in performances alongside Freddy before she got her voice box upgrade which prevented her from singing without damaging guests ears.

Her dedicated area of the Plex is Mazercise. Which encourages kids to be fit (but she probably gets a lot of mom's there. Kids run through the maze like crazy kids while parents actually do a jazzercise routine) while promoting hydration with the smoothie bar and food. It's honestly a stupid but brilliant marking ploy.

But Chica's Glamrock outfit does look like an 80s leotard, which gives me the impression that she leads Mazercise activities and takes it very seriously.

However, this is just speculation. But it is worth noting that Roxy isn't dressed like a Racer, and Monty isn't dressed like a golfer, and Freddy isn't dressed like he's down for lazertag/fazerblast at all times. (So when I see Glamrock Bonnie designs that look like he's always in the bowling alley. I bite. Lol)

The Daycare Attendent is the only acception. Looking like a clown meant to be entertaining to young children. (In theory)

So Chica looking like an 80s workout video is really a core aspect to her and part of her design.

Chica takes her job as a musician and fitness instructor VERY seriously but that isn't really all.

She's the only one of the Glamrocks when possessed, still seems sweet and compassionate.

Always asking if she can take the lost child to their parents and offering candy.

Granted, it also serves as a double edged sword and is meant to be intentionally creepy.

The lines she feeds are the exact kind of stuff that kidnappers say to their victims like "your parents want you to follow me"

Which is meant to be creepy and off-putting. Even being the only Glamrock to call for Gregory's name.

However while the other Glamrocks have the generic "I can help" and Roxanne occasionally asks "are you lost?" And "are you hungry"

Roxy seems to be self obsessed with catching the kid. Constantly claiming her own praises and crying constantly when she gets shattered. (Hhm almost like the virus exploits people's weaknesses. Almost like she feels she can prove her self worth if she finds greggors)

Also gives the impression of someone who doesn't know what to do with a lost kid. Like "are you hungry? Kids eat, right?" She can also say some mean stuff about the kid being worthless and not having friends. (She was meant to appeal to teenage girls so I get it but ouch)

Monty's dialogue just adds to his character about being a big dumb brute but seems a bit impersonal with the kid like "Yo kid, why you gotta be like this bro" and tends to have no additional voice lines when he's shattered. Just screaming in pain (which is horrible but tragic from a character standpoint cus if you take Monty's claws you lose all personality dialogue you had)

I just find Chica's methods of reaching out to a lost child being sincere if she wasn't corrupted.

She wants to take them to their parents, give them snacks to calm them down (she loves pizza and food and it works for her) and even calls out to others about there being a lost child.

Even when shattered and she loses her ability to speak, Chica makes a variety of noises. She's still trying to talk to you.

I also find Chica's death the most tragic. Roxy and Monty you can almost say got hubris. Like arrogance and pride. But Chica just wanted to eat garbage, and the look on her face as she tries to get out and struggles always get me.

So to recap.

Chica adores her guitar and is in it for the music. And spends a lot of time practicing even if she's a robot and doesn't need to.

She takes Mazercise seriously (implied from her design)

She loves the children genuinely and not just for fame reasons or adoration like Roxy. I theorize she might be the least popular cause she's not Freddy or one of the new ones.

What you rather have at your birthday party? A chicken who likes food, or an Alligator with an attitude problem or a beautiful confident and cool wolf, or Freddy Fazbear himself?

She is just very sweet and genuine, even from what the canon text implies and has enough different traits about her that make her come together for me.

It's not just Food and garbage.

Just part of it.

And I love all the Glamrocks and they all have something like "you think they're like this but they're really like this"

But I think the difference for me is that Chica's vice doesn't connect to her performance at all.

She eats garbage, loves food, loves music loves kids.

Monty wants to be famous and is destructive and is a little bit of an idiot and the most difficult Glamrock to deal with but we don't know anything else about him other than that.

Roxy stops other racers from winning other than her, is very boastful and needs to talk herself up constantly and feels like a loser when one little thing goes wrong for her.

Freddy is kind and warm hearted to kids and protects Gregory with his life. But often has a lot of exestential dialogue throughout the game and doesn't seem to be okay. Despite Freddy being the character who talks the most, all his dialogue is basically "go here and do the thing. It is a videogame Gregory." With very small bits of personality and it's pretty straight forward (either that or he acts suspicious for no reason. Which alludes to the scraped Dialogue where he was originally going to get corrupted and hunt down Gregory too)

Anyways. I love all the Glamrocks.

I just think Chica is the best and deserves the world.

#fnaf #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #freddy fazbear #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #danachans asks #five nights at freddys security breach #fnaf sb

[elegyofthemoon]

🥳🎉🎊

And a happy new year's from where I am, friends! I actually don't know if I'll be asleep by the time this comes out of queue but I thought to write this out as a way to say farewell to the year and a hello to the new one !

It'll be kind of a lengthy post so bear with me eheh

I've been talking a lot about how this year has been utter garbage these last few days, but to be honest, the year in its entirety had been an absolute shit show from May till now. Honestly I found myself feeling aimless with life because of that and it often felt like I was just dragging a corpse of myself along, hoping somehow some way something will work out.

I still laugh how much a lot of it really feels like something out of a terrible comedy -- the way all the timing seemed so perfectly planned that even the final day of the crappiest year for me blew up in flames. Maybe by this point I'm just so tired that you can't help but laugh because well, what is there you can do?

I try not to be someone who is negative, pushing myself to always find the good in things even in the face of bad, and the year certainly tested me with that. I think the last few days made it obvious that I basically just gave up since all I ever do is complain.

But at the very least, what I can say about the year is that I'm happy for the little moments in it -- the ones where I thought I'd find myself alone only to find people around the corner ready to help me. Maybe not even in the traditional way that is giving advice or helping me sort through a problem, but just being there -- by simply existing.

I met a lot of wonderful and new people this year, both offline and online, and I've probably written these a few times in my letters to them for the holidays or just told them in passing, but I'm happy for them at least. I'm happy for the moments I had with the people around me this year. Because despite all the anger and sorrow that the whole year brought, life felt lighter with them, and I found myself happier with them -- even for a brief moment amidst the storm.

And I know I've also said this before between the venting these last few days, but I still want to say it again: to the people who I have met during the year, to the people who I have been friends with before and have grown closer with during, to people who I've just met in passing and shared a short conversation with, thank you for being the little lights of my 2023. I probably wouldn't have made it far in 2023 if it weren't for you. You've brought me so many smiles and so much comfort throughout the year, and I only hope that the next year will fill you with so much warmth and kindness. And I hope that the next year will be amazing for all of us.

Take care of yourselves, and I hope everyone's enjoying the new year the way they want to . And thank you again 💙

#snow speaks #💌

[tokkias]

What is your favourite fic of yours you have done and why?

okay that's actually a really hard question because i'm not one of those people who hates everything they write, i actually like a lot of what i write and i have sooooo much of it. i literally have 77 nalu fics rn that's too many

i think about this a lot but the answer literally changes all the time and i cannot settle on just one so i will give you a handful even though i know that's cheating but i don't want to give you a boring answer

i don't want to be your friend (i want to kiss your lips) an early banger. i very specifically remember having vivid thoughts of the scene where gray is like "yo are you okay? this is weird" to lucy. it was the first fic i felt like i really executed the idea exactly how i wanted to. i also hold a lot of fondness for it because i know that a lot of people love the jealous lucy trope but don't like the villainisation of "the other woman" and i'm really happy to be able to give those people an option. it's also one of jodi's favourite fics so i like to go "hehe jodi <3" when i think about it

what you mean to me kind of an underrated banger ngl??? another early idea that i remember having such vivid ideas for but as opposed to the last one, i feel like it ended up turning out different from how i originally envisioned it. sometimes that's a bad thing but i think with this one it turned out better than i could have hoped for. i think it's just a really unique concept that was executed in a fun, silly, fluffy way. i'm really proud of it and i hope more people read it

under your hands (i come undone) i did this as a warmup request for hannah that just got out of control??? i had just finished reading some really good rvb fic by an author i admired at the time (but now realise was entirely up their own ass but c'est la vie i suppose) and i had been really inspired by their portrayal of male vulnerability during sex and i wanted to do something with that. i had asked for requests in the aan server and i can't remember what exactly it was but i remember things just falling into place between the prompt and my need to write a truly vulnerable natsu during smut. this fic has some of my rawest lines ever and i think it's pretty great

ten baby dragons (or less) i have no recollection of what inspired this but i remember thinking to myself "can i write a fic in one sitting?" and then i wrote this. i feel like the "i want ten of these" line was inspired but like a nahdie art from back in the day? i'm certain it wasn't an original line but i just had to yoink it. usually i'm not one for kidfics but with nalu i just feel like it really works for them and i love writing about natsu's internal dialogue and his wants and needs and how they change over time. natsu grows a lot as a person over the course of the series and i love exploring that and i think this fic was a fun, cute execution of that

what it feels like to fall in love september was really the start of when i started feeling just shitty garbage poopoo about my writing and i just felt like i couldn't do it, everything i wrote was bad, felt like i had peaked etc. etc. now looking back i realised what triggered this was actual real trauma i had been through over the past year so i don't blame myself too much but this was the one fic i was like. oh i can still write and i can still write well. it was sort of based on this old "do you believe in soulmates?" ficlet i had written a few months before and i felt like this was the evolved version of that. it also helps that i got a lot of really positive feedback on this one in a time where i was struggling really badly with my worth as a person and a writer so this fic sort of represents a sense of hope for recover for me as i try to grapple with the lingering effects of what happened to me

#mya's mumbles #asks #anonymous #this was a lot of fun thank you for the ask :] #i appreciate it

[periodically-puzzled]

[tap out]2, 4, 5, 11, 14, 15

If anyone else had asked me about tap out I’d have ignored it. But you… you I can answer.

2: What scene did you first put down?

I wrote this one in order and with no planning whatsoever, which is not true of the vast majority of my writing, but in a PWP there is very little organization required.

I should note that in early drafts, the story lacked an introductory character-study section where Peter gives you a glimpse into his frame of mind. We started right on the rooftop at two in the morning, and right away we were off to the races. Once I got to writing, though, I realized which themes I wanted to focus on and what energy I wanted Peter’s POV to have, so I went back and let Peter sort of defend his own valor before it was ever challenged.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Wade has to explain the concept of a safe word to Peter, and Peter indignantly responds:

“You want me to cry uncle?”

5: What part was hardest to write?

Specifically this section, because it fucked with me then and it fucks with me now:

Peter really didn’t want to imagine the next few nights right now, couldn’t conceive of a world where right now had any kind of ripple effect out onto the future. There was no future, there was just him and whatever fresh circle of hell Deadpool thought to put him through next.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

It reminds me of Jen. I was going to make up some garbage to say about the actual writing (which I am proud of), but the real reason is I wrote it for my friend and it made her happy. I’m very grateful to have had her friendship and her mentorship for as long as I did, but she’s been on indefinite hiatus from fandom since February, and unfortunately, I’ve lost touch with her in that time. I think of her often and pray that she’s doing well.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Anyone who would view tap out as a cautionary tale is already informed enough by their own experience not to need further education.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

Authorial intent and audience experience often have little to do with one another. By handing ownership of a story to an audience, you give them the creative freedom to interpret it in radically different ways than you intended. You cannot get in their minds and change their perspectives to match your own. Your options are to let them have the story or to not let them have it.

Read the fic here!

#tap out whenever #ask game #thank you for the ask!

[goddess-of-green]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

Elliot-Elizabeth's Super Fun and Cool Komaeda x Reader Event Day 1 | Prompt(s) Chosen: Flirting / First Date

Synopsis: You sit with Komaeda the morning before class, insisting on studying for your exam. Little studying gets done however, in favor of idle conversation.

(this is probably the only prompt i'm doing sorry shawties✌️)

Contains: GN!Reader, fluff, flirting, takes place during hpa, (pre-despair/non-despair) (word count: 497)

You laughed as Komaeda picked leaves out of his hair, and moved to sit at the picnic table alongside him.

"I can't believe you fell into a bush twice on our way here." Reaching up, you attempted to help him by picking a few stray leaves out of his hair. It was fluffier than you expected.

Komaeda chuckled, turning to you with the same optimistic smile as always. "Yeah, I know! Only two, I'm so lucky!"

You giggled at his misunderstanding, but only shook your head when he gave you a confused look. "C'mon, we have an exam today. We should study together."

"Ah, together?" He seemed to get a little nervous at that. "Are you sure? I'm certain you could find someone much more competent for that-"

You shoved him lightly, and he shut his mouth at once.

"Do you see anyone else around?" You asked sarcastically, (though that didn't stop him from looking around,) "Besides, you're really smart Komaeda. I'd probably choose you anyway. Not to mention we're friends." You explained, smiling.

It was pretty much the same conversation everyday, but you hoped you'd get through to him someday about the fact that you actually wanted to be his friend, and he wasn't just someone you hung out with for lack of better company.

"Friends?" Komaeda looked surprised, just like he always did when you said something remotely positive about him that wasn't backhanded. "Wow! I'm so happy! I still can't believe someone as amazing as you truly has no qualms with calling someone like me your friend." He beamed.

You rolled your eyes. "Try best friend."

"W-What?" He looked genuinely shocked this time. "Best friend? You...hah, you can't mean that..." He smiled unsurely.

"I can and I do mean it. You're really sweet, and I like spending time with you. We talk everyday, and I think I talk to you more than any of my other friends. So, that makes you my best friend, doesn't it?" You smiled.

Komaeda was silent for a moment, staring at your face. His cheeks were pink, but you figured he was probably just embarrassed.

"Best friend, huh...? Well, you're my best friend too." He smiled. "Not that I'd have the audacity to consider you anything else, given your generous view of me."

You tilted your head.

Generous view? What, that he's not garbage beneath my feet?

Despite the easy-going smile on his face, you noticed his hands faintly trembling.

Taking a shaking hand in your own, you smiled. "Then, if we're best friends. Why don't we walk to class together?"

"Huh?" His face was red now, eyes locked onto your interlocked hands. "But...what about studying?"

"I think we'll both do fine. You have an amazing talent, after all!" You grinned.

"You truly think so? Well, I'm in no position to deny you..." The flush was crawling up his neck at this point.

You simply nodded, and Komaeda was pliant as you pulled him along to class.

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Does this count as flirting? Maybe.

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