#booo everything sucks

[crybaby-bkg]

omg I saw this post of a glass shower with the curtains on the outside and and anddddd

Going on vacation with Bakugou, something that was well needed. You saw the shower when you first entered the room the night before, and laughed about the possibilities you two could have with it. But you were tired from the long flight and late night, and crashed before you could put the shower to good use.

But, as you wake up to the sound of running water, your interests are instantly piqued. You roll over in the fluffy bed, blinking a few times to adjust your sight before you eyes widen in surprise. Bakugou is in the shower, the curtains pulled back, as he stands there under the water as naked as the day he was born. His back is to you and he’s lathering shampoo in his hair, head thrown back as you watch him rinse the suds out.

Your eyes travel down his figure, at how strong his back muscles are from this angle, at the slim trim of his waist, his back dimples, the bubble curve of his ass. You find it in yourself to say something when he turns around with his eyes closed.

“Thanks for the early morning show, handsome.” Your voice is still raspy with sleep, and it makes Bakugou’s eyes snap open. He smirks at you though, and continues lathering himself up, his body this time, and makes a show of it.

“It doesn’t have to only be a show if you joined me.” He tells you, running soapy hands across his chest and toned stomach. But you hum under your breath and sit up with your jaw propped up in your palm. You eye how his cock jumps between his thighs when your gaze lingers on it for a second too long.

“Nah, think I prefer the show.” You grin. “And add more suds. I want you dripping.” You command him, snapping your fingers at him to watch him chuckle under his breath. He grabs his soap and squirts a shit ton of it in his palms, smiling at you all the while.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

#at first I was gonna write #‘showering all by yourself handsome?’ #but it made me laugh too hard and was sooo unserious #but anyway this shower set up is horrible but very seggsy if it’s with your fav #like why is there a curtain on the outside???? I don’t get it??? #but if HE is in it then it makes perfect sense #okay I have like three more drafts I wanna get to #but I might do them tomorrow #bc my pinky hurts and I feel nauseous #booo everything sucks #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[datastate]

"THESE WILL JUST BE PORTRAITS" I SAID. HEAD IN MY HANDS.

#SORRY I KNOW I JUST POSTED A WIP OF THIS LIKE THE OTHER NIGHT BUT I FIGURED I'D CLEAN UP THE LINES AT LEAST AND I'M. HEAD IN HANDS. #okay i'm returning to kannanana. i don't want to look at mr. chidouin anymore he sucks booo we hate your everything #jestersvaguely #my wips

[featherymainffins]

*Trigger warning for eating disorder talk*

I hate how whenever I eat anything my brain is like "You should kill yourself. Now." Like what's your fucking problem

#tw ed #it's like bitch the body needs nutrients to function. idiot. that's how flesh vessels work. what are you an alien? #but my brain is always like 'booo you are a disgusting ugly bitch and as a punishment you can't eat at all tomorrow.' #like...ok then. i guess. #the funny thing is that it's also like two people fighting because like i hate what i see in the mirror from both sides #like one part of me is like 'ahhh we are far too skeletal it looks kinda creepy and Not Good' #and the other is like 'wow ew we're so disgusting and big and our bones aren't visible enough. what would our family say?' #so there's like no winning at all because if i don't eat one side will get mad and refuse to look in the mirror #and if i do eat the other side will go into total hysterics and I'll have to sleep completely covered up and will have to avoid #all mirrors because it will completely distort our perception of ourselves and will claim changes that aren't there and it will #force me not to eat for a day or two and probably also to walk everywhere #it also sucks because i think not eating enough might be contributing to me feeling so shallow and fatigued and disinterested in everything #but i have no idea because I don't know how many calories I'm actually getting #and it's really Bad™ for me to count because I'm a little bit too competitive and my brain has historically always made it #a challenge to eat as few calories as possible. because I'm insane and treat literally everything as a competition that i have to win

[saewokhrisz]

naur i need to draw more ninjago stuff this is eating at my brain

#currently almost done with s7 and loving it sm #S6 SUCKED SO MUCH ASS THO????? #LIKE. #i cant hate it too much cuz nya and jays moments were acc really nice #BUT EVERYTHING ELSE? #BOOO #anyways i wanna just translate some designs from lego to like proper human proportions #rambling sorry #delete later

[rrover]

i will never fight about whether the earlier or later seasons of adventure time were better i could never pit those bad bitches against each other they are. my friens. love adventure time. peace + love

#idk if this is worded concisely i just woke up #i will say though breezy sucks ass why did they even make that episode #they could have just left that one in the drafts and everything would be mostly the same besides some details #booo fuck u breezy 🐝💥🔨🔨🔨 triple hammer attack

[zqteez]

the dare | woohwa x reader

summary: you go hanging out with your friends and you guys okay some games. the game truth or dare comes up but its explicit ver. you get picked with woohwa and some stuff goes on

wc: 1.9k (my longest so far 💀)

genre: smut, light fluff

warnings: harddom!hwa , softdom!woo , sub!reader (not poly), light choking, finger sucking, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (booo, dont do that, btw reader is on birth control), praising, nicknames (princess, doll, reader is called a whore and a slut once), begging, theres some aftercare at the end! (lmk if i missed anything!)

your invited to seonghwa’s party and all of his and your friends are there having the time of your guy’s life. you haven’t had fun in a while so it was better for you just to get out the house and hang around. you finally get there and say hello to everyone and so on. you finally see seonghwa for the first time tonight, you arent that close with him where you both knew everything about each other but you guys were close enough that he could invite you to his party and to have some fun.

“hey hwa!” you scream from across the room so you made sure he could hear you. “oh, hey y/n!” he walks over to you hugging you. “look, you remember wooyoung?” this was the first time you also saw wooyoung tonight. “yeah of course! hey!” you hug while he hugs you back. “you guys wanna play a game with my other friends?” seonghwa asks you both. “uhm, sure of course.” you agree, woo also agrees. wooyoung was always soft with you, he always made sure you were okay. “you sure you wanna come with me and hwa?” he asks in his soft tone. “yeah.” you reply. you were planning to do something else but you decided to go with them.

you, wooyoung and seonghwa sit at the table with seonghwa and wooyoung’s other friends. “hey guys, meet y/n!” wooyoung tells them. they all say hi back. “hey y/n, i’m hongjoong! these are our friends yunho, yeosang, san, mingi and jongho.” pointing while he introduces their names. “nice dress y/n..” mingi mumbles as you sit down next to wooyoung. “don’t be a fucking perv mingi.” wooyoung mumbled back slightly pushing him on his shoulder.

you guys start playing uno, never have i ever and a few other games. it’s getting later at night the party started at 9 and now its 11pm, you’re still enjoying the night though. you guys start to play a few rounds of truth or dare and now its your turn. “y/n, truth or dare.” san asks you. “hmm…dare��� you reply with a smirk on your face. “ohh, good choice.. i dare you to..” he’s smirking on your face and your getting scared, obviously not in a actual dangered way but you know.

“i dare you to.. do something sexual with anyone in this area and you have to choice.” your heart drops to a stomach as he says that with his devious smirk on his face. “yo, are you for real?” hongjoong asks in his ear but you can hear. “yeah dude.” your still in shock in silence as you had heard what he had said. “uh..” your words get cut off by wooyoung whispering in your ear, “look you don’t have to if you dont want to.” he always cared for you. all these words stuck in your head and you just blurt out words from your mouth, “i’ll choose seonghwa and wooyoung.” seonghwa and wooyoung both turn their heads so fast towards you. you don’t even know what you said. “are you sure y/n?” seonghwa asks still in shock. “yeah, yeah.” you assure him. “you hit her up with that one san she’s in for it.” jongho mumbles but you still hear everything. “where are you guys gonna go?” mingi asks wishing it was him. “uh..closet..?” you mumble so you don’t feel embarrassed. wooyoung and seonghwa agrees and follow you.

you, woo and hwa follow you into the closet, locking the closet door and making sure nobody heard you or them. “you sure you wanna do this?” seonghwa asks reassuring you again. “yes.” wooyoung is off to the side not really knowing what to do but still confused on what he got into you. its silent but you decide to break the silence by saying, “you guys can do whatever you want to me. touch me do whatever you want i dont care.” that make seonghwa flinch and walk up to you and start making out with you infront of wooyoung and pinning you against the closet wall. it was messy but not rushed and kinda forced.

you let his tounge slip into your mouth and you make a small moan. he starts rubbing his hands against your waist and hips making you wet and moan in his mouth again. he starts to undress you while wooyoung and seonghwa also start to undress themselves. “would you ever think that your best friends would be doing sexual things with me?” seonghwa asks in the kiss you guys are still having. you catch your breath and say “no, maybe thought about it once, but no” you giggle and start getting back to making out with him. as you both end the kiss he starts to slide your underwear down your legs. wooyoung still staring at you and seonghwa still not knowing what to do.

seonghwa slides down a hand down your legs caressing your inner thighs and kissing your neck at the same time. your starting to feel overwhelmed but not that much so far due to all the pleasure you have going on. seonghwa then stops kissing your neck and kissing his way down to your clit. you need him. you never knew you needed him this badly though.

“hwa..i need you..” you say breathy. “i know you do baby” him replying back with a middle finger already in you and you let out a soft moan. you want something to grab onto and not just the old pillows that were in the closet on the floor supporting you. as your still being supported by old pillows on the floor and some around you, wooyoung goes and lays behind your back and head to make sure your okay. “it’ll be alright, just yell stop if you wanna stop” he whispers in your ear without seonghwa noticing and you replying with a moan. “you take me so well darling.” seonghwa mumbles under his breath inserting another finger in leaving you to moan even louder than last.

your legs start to shake around his head and on wooyoung’s body in pleasure, every time he curled his fingers in your g-spot you would either whine or whimper due to pleasure you haven’t had in so long. “s-so good..” you whine making seonghwa chuckle at you. “look at you.. your such a whore for us..” he starts to rub your sensitive bud faster making you moan and whimper. wooyoung’s still on the other hand wants to make sure your okay. “tap on my thigh if your not okay..” with him saying that seonghwa looks up at him and says “don’t be all gentle with her, atleast try to be rough with her after all she’s just a slut for us right?” you reply in a whine. “don’t do that hwa.” wooyoung still wanting to make sure your okay but seonghwa rolls his eyes at him.

“h-hwa… m’ gonna..” you say but right before you can he takes his fingers out of you, making you sigh and breathe heavily. wooyoung rubbing on your head and kissing your forehead. he made you feel better when all of a sudden you see seonghwa unbuckle his pants and he whips out his cock. he slides his fingers he had just had in you a few minutes ago into your mouth and says “suck.” you suck off your essence like its the last meal you had.

when you start sucking on his fingers, he slides in his cock without a warning between your folds making you moan so loud he wanted to keep you quiet just for a second so his one free hand that was holding your waist went straight for your neck choking you lightly also with his fingers still in your mouth, he wasn’t trying to make you choke choke you know but he eventually shut you up. he loved your noises but be just needed you to shut up and look pretty while being choked for a good few seconds. he starts thrusting faster and wooyoung tries to keep you in place still behind you “remember.. tap my thigh..” he assures you making you squeal in response.

you manage to get out a breathy “please..h-hwa..m gonna.. fuck-“ “cmon love, cum all over my dick. i’ll cum with you.. shiiit” his groaning and you moaning all comes to a hult when your letting all of your fluids spill on his cock still thrusting into you, without warning he still thrusts into you hitting your g-spot making. you shake uncontrollably. “don’t move. wooyoung hold her down.” seonghwa orders. “do i have to.?”

“yes, now hold her down.” he orders again. wooyoung didnt wanna hurt you knowing that your pleasure is gonna come to an end soon but listening to his hyung he hold your legs down. “you have to listen to hwa okay?” you nod. at this point it was round three, you and seonghwa are still cumming on each other and afterward give each other a loud sigh. wooyoung didn’t do anything but he wanted to do something but kept it to himself only because he didn’t wanna ruin your time.

- time skip: 10 minutes later -

he continues to kiss you on your temple forehead and cheeks to make sure your okay. seonghwa is now on the other side of the room just on his phone still acting like he didnt just give you three orgasms and intensely fuck you. the party at this point was over. the rest of wooyoung and seonghwa’s friends left and forgot about you both because they got drunk.

“y/n… earth to y/n.. you okay?” wooyoung asks you with his kind tone. he was never mean or rude or rough or anything like that to you. you were half asleep tired and still breathing heavy and fast on his chest. you manage to whine a tiny bit in response that you were okay. he knew what that meant. “want water..?” he asks, you shake your head no. he hugs you and you fall asleep in his arms on his chest, seonghwa is also knocked out you both didn’t say a word afterward.

— time skip: 20 minutes later —

seonghwa wakes up randomly noticing its 1am and he walks over to wooyoung and you trying to wake you both up so you both can go home. “woo, wake up, we gotta go..” seonghwa whispers. wooyoung wakes up mid sentence but your still knocked out on his lap and arms. wooyoung cant get up. “how do i g-get up..?” wooyoung asks still in his tired voice. “i’ll carry her in the car and into her apartment.” they both agree and lightly picking you up into the car bridal style and driving you home. once your in your apartment, seonghwa lays you down on your bed covering you up with blankets. he smiles at you in your bed looking how beautiful you look. he sits near you quietly trying not to wake you up by whispering “hey.. i dont know if you can hear me. probably not but you did so well today. i hope you know that love. have a nice sleep darling.” he kisses your cheek quietly and quickly exiting your room and apartment.

as seonghwa gets in the car with wooyoung driving back to their house because they live together wooyoung asks him “how’s she doing?” the silence was awkward but seonghwa breaks it by saying “she’s perfectly fine.” he smiles and wooyoung and wooyoung smiles back finally now driving back to their house and pulling out of the parking lot.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #kpop #wooyoung #seongwha #jung wooyoung #park seonghwa #wooyoung smut #seonghwa smut #ateez wooyoung #ateez seonghwa #wooyoung x reader #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong #yunho #san ateez #atz mingi #jongho #yeosang #ateez smut

[drovvninq]

ch season 2 opinions

design::

i don't like the new characters' color schemes other than frida. i think the colors work well with her and her character.

confucius' character was wasted, i wish he had more screen time with jfk other than the keyboard warriors scene, plus his bright colors make me want to scream:(

HARRIET TUBMAN'S DESIGN DRIVES ME CRAZY. i understand the whole "ohh her old design wasn't important and the only scene she had was a canceled test scene" stuff but like i wish they'd kept it. she looks like a highlighter to me and i wish they'd given her SOMETHING to make her look more like harriet, maybe the old hair design. she could be any black historical female figure and it wouldn't be surprising.

the new principal girl is fine, idrc about her that much. she isn't too out there but i also think it's really stupid they made her related to joan it just seems like a way for them to get her more screen time

*gulp* ships::

they ruined joanfk, joan didnt act anything like the sarcastic gothy teen she used to be, she was obsessed with being popular and looking cool (ex. cleocoming), and jfk only made sex jokes. no war puns, no funny magic man-esque one liners, nothing. plus he became super clingy and just not the jock he used to be. the whole reason they worked was because they felt open with each other and told each other everything, but in the reboot they hide all sorts of stuff from each other.

i hate harriet and jfk. they should've used that time to develop frida and cleo, who are

the most random ship ever. cleo gave me such homophobic vibes in the first season and to see her date another woman with NO ARC is terrible. she AT LEAST couldve had a "i can date girls?" gag. but no, nothing. it feels so cash grabby and shallow.

i have no sentimental attachment to harriet and confucius, so them dating meant nothing to me. it felt like watching two random people make out: weird, strangely random, and confusing.

it's so scudworth coded to have him in love with a woman that wants him dead.

plot::

cleo had no important points except for cleocoming where she didnt even act like herself. i assume this was to hide the fact that she got a brand new voice actor, but i think she's doing fine. the script is the issue. she's no longer manipulative. she's just mean. the old cleo would've thrown the blood pumpkin rumor right back in joan's face.

the "clone leader test" plot sucked. should've made another cloney island plotline.

booo topher i hate him

#clone high #jfk clone high #joanfk #clone high season 2

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 9

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok? 

Word Count: 6.2k (A longer one from me, but I added in some Dieter POV).

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 9 on AO3

Chapter Summary: More first-day shenanigans from the set. Also, news of Dieter and Belle’s date is starting to make the rounds.

Chapter Warnings: This one gets a little angsty at times but then there’s fluff because it’s me and I can’t help myself, especially with Dieter. There is also swearing (again, it’s me) and allusions to body insecurity and a past toxic relationship (aka Ryan sucks, booo!). There's also a brief discussion of fan culture, especially online.

“I hope you have a great first day. I’ll see you a little bit later?”

I don’t want her to leave. I knew our time this morning would be too short.

For someone with an addictive personality, Dieter had grown to recognize the tipping point when something became a craving. And that’s how he felt about Belle – he craved her. Her presence, her smile, her laugh. But unlike his previous vices, being around her made him feel better, stronger…complete.

“Thanks, and yea I’ll see you around …8?” 

“Something like that,” Dieter leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek even though all he wanted to do was wrap her up in his arms and pin her against the counter again. “I’ll see you soon.”

He was grateful that both of his scenes today were with Indy and Sam, which meant he would have some time to see Belle so they could hang out together on set. He watched her as she walked down the hallway to the elevator. His eyes slowly scanned from the top of her head, down to her shoulders, her back, the curves of her ass, her thighs. His hands twitched at his sides, remembering how she felt and imagining how soft her skin must be.

His brows furrowed slightly as he recalled how she tensed up when he tried to move his hand up her shirt. It broke his heart a bit for her. To him, she was so beautiful, and he wanted her to see herself the way he saw her. He was willing to do whatever it took, hoping she could get to a point where she felt comfortable enough with him to share the parts of her past that had obviously left their scars. He wanted to know everything about her, even though it scared him knowing she’d want him to reciprocate as well.  

The elevator dinged, pulling him out of his thoughts and he looked up just in time to see Belle getting in. They locked eyes and he gave her a small two-finger wave, already counting down the minutes until he could see her again. Closing the door he heard his phone ring. 

Well, she’s calling bright and early. 

"Hey, Lizzie. Mornin," he rubbed his face to shake the thought of Belle out so he could concentrate on whatever Liz was calling about.

"Morning sunshine. Glad I caught you. Wanted to give you a heads-up that I'm about to board the plane. I stop in Honolulu first and then I’ll hop on another plane over to you. Should be there by the time you wrap today."

"Cool, sounds good. Wanna get dinner tonight?"

"You sure? I don't want to cockblock any plans you may have. Surely you have something planned to celebrate the first day of shooting. Especially to follow up from yesterday?" She teased.

Liz knew about Dieter and Belle’s date to the coffee farm followed by dinner because photos had reached some of the fan accounts online. Her heart always skipped a beat whenever she would get alerts or notifications about Dieter, even to this day. But in this case, it made her smile. He looked so peaceful and relaxed in the candid shots that were snapped, with his boyish grin and eyes sparkling and crinkled in genuine laughter. She was amazed at the effect Belle had on Dieter after just a couple of days.

“Wait, how do you-”

“There’s photos Dee…”

He sighed, “Ugh, I swear I couldn’t even tell, I should have warned her…”

“Dee, I know Indy isn’t like a huge celebrity, but I’m sure she’s been recognized before out with Belle. She has to know that you’ll attract attention wherever you go.”

Dieter remembered the question Belle asked him the day before at dinner. It dragged up his protective side – he was okay with being in the public eye, but he didn’t want to assume she would be comfortable with the attention. He started to spiral, wondering if she was checking her social media or if someone had sent her a photo asking questions. He just hoped she didn’t read the comments. He didn’t read them himself, not anymore. He used to love interacting with fans, but the nasty comments always cut through to him and were what he’d end up remembering. It was easier for him to just ignore it all.

“I know, I just…ugh you know how I get with this shit you know? I wish I would have known, we could have talked about it this morn-" He paused, not meaning to divulge the last bit. 

"Oh, already having sleepovers, are we?" He could practically hear her smirk.

"No, it wasn't like that Lizzie. She stopped by this morning for coffee."

"That's it? Actually, wait no, don't answer that," she chuckled. "So, things’re going okay then?"

"Which thing…?"

"Well, I know you have the script memorized backward and forwards and you’re going to kick ass today. I mean with Belle, duh! How's it going with you two?"

"G-good, I think. I… we've kissed…a couple of times."

Liz whistled into the phone. "Well, of course you have. You've given her the eyes, right? Sure you have, wait don't answer that…Something else is up, what is it?"

Dieter sighed, after so many years together, Liz was part mom, part friend, and part therapist all rolled up in one. She was one of the only people he felt comfortable enough with to confide in and share his true feelings. "I don't know, I feel like she's putting up a wall or something."

"Well, have you talked to her about it?"

"I don't want to force it. I don't know…it feels like I could be poking at some bad memories or something and I don't want her to have to deal with that unless she wants to. And now with people taking photos of us, ugh, I don’t want her to get freaked out."

"Oh my sweet, always overthinking everything Dieter. You realize it's only been like what two days? Is this day three?"

"I can't keep count anymore," he chuckled. "It hasn't been long at all but it also feels sometimes like I've known her forev-" 

He hears Liz's flight get called to board as she cuts him off. "Look Dee, I'm sure she has to be a little freaked out that it's you you know? Despite the photos, I’d imagine she’s going to be more nervous about how it might look to everyone on set. Just talk to her, okay? Gotta go see you soon!"

"Yeah, I will. Have a safe flight, Lizzie."

As he hung up the phone he thought about what Liz said. It hadn’t occurred to him how the other members of the cast and crew may treat Belle after finding out how close she and Dieter were starting to become. The last thing he wanted was for her to be negatively affected, especially career-wise. He wanted them to stay in a little bubble, just the two of them, without the looks and whispers from people trying to sneak photos of them. Unfortunately, their little bubble was bursted by the start of production. Sure, they’d still see each other every day, but things had to remain professional on set. At least, that’s what he tried telling himself, knowing that if he thought with his dick it would be an entirely different situation.

Getting involved with someone in the cast or on the crew was not new to Dieter. He had calmed down in recent years, thanks to his sobriety. But previously? He’d ask pretty much anyone with a pulse if they wanted to fuck him. Unfortunately, there were still people who either didn’t know he had changed or, possibly worse, didn’t believe it.

Aubrey was one of those people. She had worked on a few of his recent projects. She was always friendly, but she became increasingly more and more flirty with each shoot. It all came to a head during pre-production in LA a few weeks ago. She asked him to go out for drinks, which he quickly refused. It was almost as if getting denied emboldened her even more. Ten years ago, he would have already had his way with her on every surface in his suite, on set, and in a few other places around the resort. But, ever since he saw Belle in the lobby of the studio those weeks ago, he felt like there was a magnet pulling him to her. He wanted to know everything about her and she felt … special.  

A knock at his door snapped him out of his thoughts. It was Danny who had stopped by with breakfast, ready to go over Dieter’s schedule for the day.

"Think there's a chance I can get hair and makeup done earlier?” Dieter asked as he took a bite of the breakfast sandwich. 

"Uh…maybe. Why? D’you miss Belle that much?”

Dieter rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head as he downed his orange juice. Danny tried to not break out in a giant smile, but it warmed his heart to see his boss act this way. He'd seen Dieter smitten before, but never like this. 

"You really like her huh?'

"Yeah, I really do, Dan. She's just…I dunno, I just really like being around her…Hey, did the flowers get sorted?"

"Yup, all good and should be in the trailer as we speak. I think she- I mean, they will all like it." He smirked. "Ok, well let me get down to see Mare to ask about coming earlier. I'll text you."

DANNY: You’re good to come down whenever boss.

Once that message came in, Dieter wasted no time grabbing his phone and script so he could rush to set. As he approached the makeup trailer, he felt butterflies in his stomach, excited to not only see Belle again but to see her in her element. Upon opening the door, his eyes were greeted with a sight that conjured up a dream he had last night.

Belle was on all fours underneath the table, struggling to unplug something. But Dieter couldn't concentrate on anything else other than her. Frankly, if he had been asked about the color of his own shirt he wouldn’t have been able to confidently answer it. 

Fuuuck. Okay, think about…baseball. Or running. Or puppies. Something, anything, to not fucking pop a boner in here like a goddamn teenager.

“Oh hey, Dee” he heard Meredith call over.

Belle must have been startled by his presence, wincing as she jumped suddenly, bumping her head on the table.

“You good, Belle? The fucking table came out of nowhere didn’t it?” Meredith teased. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” Belle grumbled as she crawled back from out underneath the table, rubbing the top of her head. As she looked in the mirror, her eyes met Dieter’s. His attempts to think innocent thoughts were not working, a particularly vivid image crossed his mind, bringing a smirk to his face.

Meredith forgot something and rushed out of the trailer. Honestly, Dieter didn’t really hear what she said, knowing that he had an opportunity to talk with Belle. He casually closed the gap between the door and her station, picking up and examining some of the products she laid out, knowing her eyes were on him. As he walked closer, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “For the record, volleyball shorts have now moved up my list of demands.”

Before he could say anything else, Meredith walked in and he moved back to her station. He was trying to stay present in his conversation with Meredith. Sitting in her chair was always a good time for him, she was funny and always gave him great advice. Still, he couldn’t help but glance over to Belle, watching her work.

She had a younger stylist with her, maybe an intern or an apprentice, he wasn’t quite sure. He marveled at how patient Belle was with the girl, graciously answering questions and showing off different techniques. It was turning him on to see her work – she was so knowledgeable and talented. For as flustered and nervous as she had been around him, she transformed into a confident, capable woman armed with makeup brushes and cans of various sprays. He didn’t think he could be more attracted to her, but yet he was.

He could feel Meredith looking at him in the mirror, a knowing smile on her face.

“What’s so funny Mare?”

“Oh, nothing funny Dee. Just…you seem happy.”

He looked down, rubbing his hands over his thighs. “Yeah, you can say that.”

Meredith already saw the photos of Dieter and Belle from yesterday – news travels fast on a set. That coupled with the flowers and their hidden meanings, she knew he had it bad for her lead stylist. Normally, this would sound alarms. She wasn’t the biggest fan of members of her staff being involved with the cast, she thought it sent the wrong message. But this situation felt different. Because of her history with Dieter, knowing the strides he had made over the years, she knew he wasn’t just looking for a hookup. And although she didn’t know Belle very well yet, she seemed like a sweet girl who would be a good influence on Dieter.

She made a mental note to ask him what his intentions were later today when they weren’t surrounded by other stylists and eavesdroppers. Instead, she decided to change the subject to the photoshoot she was set to work on tomorrow.

“So, we still good for tomorrow? Liz texted me the schedule before her plane took off.”

“Yeah…um about that. How would you feel if um…you…are you sure you want to leave set for a whole day? We just started filming and I know what a control freak you are. You ok with leaving? I don’t mind if you need to send someone else.” His hand was gripping and palming the arms of his chair.

Meredith thought it was cute he was trying to be sly when she knew exactly what he was after. She was going to make him say it.

“What are you suggesting Dee?”

“Um…” he squinted, biting his lip. “Just saying, if you wanted to send someone in your place you don’t have to worry about me. I’m good with whatever.”

“OK, you have someone in mind?” She stopped fixing his hair, staring at him in the mirror as a corner of her mouth turned up.

He nodded.

“You going to make me say it, then?” she started to chuckle, glancing over at Belle in the mirror.

Again, Dieter nodded.

“So let me get this straight. You are graciously letting me stay on set tomorrow and instead are pulling my number two off set to spend the day with you?”

“Uh…” his eyes widened.

“I’m just fucking with you Dee, that’s perfectly fine,” she chuckled. “She’s super talented and I think she’ll enjoy that assignment a lot more than I would have,” she leaned in, talking lower and giving him a wink in the mirror.

“Cool, then it’s settled. Thank you for being so…accommodating,” he winked right back.

She was just about finished up when Dieter looked over and saw Belle applying a prosthetic to an extra, her assistant hovering beside her taking in every movement Belle made.

She’s such a badass.

“Ok, Dee, you’re all set,” Meredith gave a slight squeeze to Dieter’s shoulders, indicating that he could get up. 

Belle had tilted the extra’s chair back so she was standing in Dieter’s direct path out of the cramped trailer. As he got closer he put a hand to her lower back so he could get around her.

“‘Scuse me, gotta get right by you.” He felt a wave of relief wash over him when he didn’t feel her tense at his touch.

“Oh, sure, ha-have a great day.”

“You ladies have a great day too,” he winked.

Your face hurt by how much you were smiling. You felt so much pride seeing Indy in front of the camera and kicking ass. She was hitting all of her marks and delivering a great performance. As you stood behind the monitors watching Indy and Sam run through another take, you couldn’t help but think about all the late nights spent with your best friend crying on your shoulder, heartbroken that she was passed over again for a part. The last decade wasn’t always the easiest, but it brought you both to this set.

“They’re doing great, I think we’ll be able to wrap this scene up ahead of schedule,” you overhear one of the crew members say.

The first scene of the shoot was a quick walk and talk between Indy and Sam. It was also the first time you had seen them interact in front of the camera. Their chemistry was undeniable and you knew the audience would love them together. 

You felt your phone buzz, cursing yourself that you didn’t put it on silent, but you wanted to make sure you were available in case Meredith needed you. You smiled when you saw it was Dieter and quickly unlocked your phone.

DIETER: How’s your head?

Umm what?

DIETER: Shit, I realize how that may sound lol I meant when you bumped your head earlier. In the makeup trailer?

You breathed a sigh, chuckling a bit at yourself for where your mind immediately went.

BELLE: Oh. Honestly, it’s a miracle I’m able to continue, but here I am. 🙂

DIETER: I knew you were a badass 😉

DIETER: Meredith doesn’t need a worker’s comp claim on the first day…

BELLE: Lol. I’d hate to do that to her. Can’t have multiple divas running around this set.

DIETER: Ouch! 😉

DIETER: Speaking of, I made a demand already. 

BELLE: About what? Your trailer too small?

DIETER: No, it’s actually quite spacious. You should come check it out sometime…

You blushed at the implication, grinning to yourself at this exchange. Staring at your phone rather than his beautiful brown eyes made it easier to come up with some flirty banter. 

DIETER: I actually want to talk to you about it … my demand. You have lunch plans? Danny said we are taking lunch after my first scene wraps.

BELLE: Nope, no plans. 

DIETER: Cool. Tell Sam and Indy to hurry up so I can get called to set.

BELLE: Haha, I’ll see what I can do. 🙂 

BELLE: Oh, I meant to tell you, the flowers were beautiful. We all loved them! 

DIETER: I'm happy to hear that. It was a very special arrangement.

“Cut! Can we get hair and makeup for some quick touchups?” you heard the assistant director yell out, making you tuck your phone away in your bag and rush over to Indy and Sam, careful to not trip over any of the cords.

“Hey!” you whispered to Indy as you approached her, blotting sheet in hand. “You’re doing amazing!”

“You think so?” She raised her eyebrows, with a big grin on her face.

“Absolutely! I heard them say that they’re probably going to be ahead of schedule, that you both are going to need less takes than they thought!”

Indy let out a big exhale, relieved to hear that she was doing well. You start to pull out a few items from your kit to touch up her makeup and tame some flyaways.

“Hey Belle, think you could check my hair when you're done?” you heard Sam behind you.

“Absolutely. But Sam, you’re killing me with how often you’re touching your hair!” You teased him.

“Sorry, I…can’t help it when I get nervous,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

You finish up with Indy and run your fingers through Sam’s hair, taming it and getting it back in place with a quick spritz of hairspray.

After they run through one more take, you hear the assistant director call for one final take before wrapping. You felt Dieter before you saw him, turning around to see him walking towards you. He looked so handsome in his suit, his glasses folded in one hand, his script in the other. He was smiling, his eyes crinkling up in that adorable way that made you swoon.

“Hey,” he mouthed to you and you gave a little wave as he came to stand next to you.

You both watched Indy and Sam through the monitor, Dieter inching his way closer to you, leaning an arm against the chair you were standing in front of.

“And cut! Print, we’re moving on!” The assistant director shouted as the crew milled about, resetting for the next scene.

“Showtime,” Dieter whispered to you, giving a wink.

You had a lot of fun watching Sam and Indy, but adding Dieter to the mix was entirely different. He was so effortless in his performance, changing up slight microexpressions with each take, which no doubt gave the editors many options to choose from. In between takes, Dieter gave his full attention to Indy or Sam answering their questions, or taking direction from the writers. When he wasn’t in serious actor mode, he showed off his goofy side, making jokes or dancing to keep the mood light. Everyone was all smiles.

The morning was going by quickly and you were ready for lunch. It had been such a busy morning, you never really ate a proper breakfast. Earlier, Sam snuck you a granola bar he had nabbed from the craft services table after hearing your stomach grumble between takes. 

“So, you had quite the day yesterday didn’t you?” You heard a shrill voice next to you, trying your hardest to not roll your eyes once it registered that the voice belonged to Aubrey.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen?” She handed over her phone, which was opened to an Instagram account that had several photos from the day before – photos of you and Dieter at the coffee farm, laughing as you were trying samples, and candids from your dinner. You felt a bit violated, you hadn’t even realized anyone had been taking photos of you other than the two people who asked for a selfie with Dieter.

As you scrolled through you happened to click on a photo which brought up the comments. You could see there were more than 300 comments on this post alone, although only a couple were displayed. You told yourself not to look, but you couldn’t help yourself, curiosity and a little bit of masochism reigning supreme.

Anyone know who the girl is?

Doesn’t seem like his usual type.

Ugh she’s so lucky! 

She’s a little … bigger … than his last girl, right?

Woof, Dieter must really be desperate these days

Your stomach dropped and it felt like a WWE wrestler just punched you in the gut. You could feel your face getting red and you just wanted to run away before the frustrated tears started.

“Um…I…have to go to the bathroom,” you gave the phone back to Aubrey who had a smug smile on her face.

You wanted to bust out into a full sprint, just to put distance between yourself and everyone else, but you knew you had to be more discreet. Instead, you made a beeline back towards the makeup trailer. Indy took notice of your abrupt departure, craning her neck to see where you were going. 

“Where’s she running off to?” Sam asked Indy, prompting Dieter to look up and see Belle scurrying away. He happened to glance over at Aubrey who was smirking as she propped her phone against her chin.

What the fuck did she say to her? 

“Hey, are we good here?” Dieter asked the assistant director.

“Nah, let’s do one more, then I think we’re good.”

Dieter let out an annoyed sigh, he was itching to run after Belle. She was clearly upset and he didn’t want her to be alone. Seeing Aubrey with a phone only sounded the alarm bells in his head that she may have seen the photos.

Indy could sense a change in his energy, his jaw tensed and he got quiet. The last take wasn’t their best, but the director actually preferred the grumpiness Dieter added to the performance, not realizing it was Dieter who was doing a poor job of masking his real-life frustration.

“We good now?” He asked a bit more sternly than before.

“Yea, what’s the rush, you trying to be the first one to lunch?”

Dieter didn’t hear the rest of what the man had to say, rushing off in the direction he saw Belle go.

Where’d you go, baby?

You rushed past the sets, keeping your head down to avoid talking with anyone. When you made it to the makeup trailer, you collapsed into a chair, putting your head in your hands to try and breathe, tears streaming down your face.

In…two…three…out…two…three..four…five.

This went on for several minutes and you felt your pulse start to slow and your breathing evened out enough for you to sit up and stare at yourself in the mirror, not realizing how much time was passing by.

A soft knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “Yea?” you croaked out as you frantically tried to wipe your tears.

The door opened and you saw a fluffy mop of hair. “Hey…uh…are you ok?”

You could feel the tears coming back and couldn’t trust your voice so you just shook your head side to side, looking down.

“Oh, sweetheart come here,” in a few strides Dieter was over to you, kneeling in front of your chair, taking your hands in his. You kept your gaze down, trying to avoid his eyes for fear of erupting into a full-out sob. “Hey, can you look at me,” he lightly lifted your chin to meet his eyes.

That’s when the damn broke. Seeing his concern. The fact that he sought you out to check on you and comfort you made the tears flow freely. He stood up and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, rubbing your back as you cried into his stomach. He kissed the top of your head, bringing one hand to cradle the back of your head, scratching your scalp.

“I- I’m sorry…I sniff sorry, I don’t want to ruin your shirt.”

“Shh that’s ok, there's extras.” He continued to comfort you, just letting you cry it out. After you slowed down and were able to get your breathing under control he cleared his throat, “You don’t have to tell me, but I really want to know what upset you. Wanna talk about it?”

You nodded and he pulled back as he wiped your tears with his thumbs before moving to caress your cheeks. 

“S-sorry, just a lot of shit kinda came together at the same time,” you continued to sniff.

“Stop saying you’re sorry,” he said firmly searching your face. “Just break it down, one thing at a time.”

“I…I just feel like…so stupid for letting Aubrey get to me.”

He sighed, “Ugh, what did she do?”

“Well, I guess nothing necessarily. What she showed me just triggered some shit I guess.”

He grabbed a foldout chair and brought it to sit in front of you, taking your hand in his, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

You sat quietly together for a moment before you finally whispered, “Why me?”

“Huh?”

“Why me? You could literally spend time with anyone on this set, Aubrey included, why me?” 

He looked confused, pulling his hands back and rubbing them down his face. "Baby, I could ask you the same question…I told you this morning. I…really like you. I like being around you. I like how comfortable I feel around you, relaxed even, which is saying something for me…" his big brown eyes looked up at you as if he wanted to say more, but stopped.

“People took photos of us yesterday.”

“I saw, I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.” He cleared his throat. “How do you feel about it?”

“Ha, which part?” you sniffled.

He looked down. “Being seen with me.” 

“Being seen with you? I feel like it’s the opposite Dieter.” You shook her head, trying to fight back more tears.

“Are you serious? I’m with a beautiful, funny, smart woman who’s fucking great at her job. The only red flag I’ve seen so far is that you like pineapple on your pizza,” he smiled, hopeful you’d laugh, which you did. 

“I don’t know if your fans agree.”

He sighed, “You read the comments didn’t you?” You nodded. “You can’t do that shit, honestly, it’s not worth it. For all of the wonderful, loving comments out there, the only ones that end up sticking are the shitty ones. I haven’t read them, what did they say?”

You took a deep breath, hoping you’d be able to keep it together. “Just that I’m not your usual type, that that I’m-” You couldn’t make it, starting to cry again.

Dieter once again got up to hug you before grabbing your face to look at him. “Listen, I know it hasn’t been long, but I really really like you Belle. You’re special. And I want to show you how special you are if you’ll let me. You’re the one in control here, baby, I'll do whatever you ask of me.”

He was so sincere and Indy’s earlier comment echoed in your head He doesn’t like her, he likes you, remember? So many emotions were running through your head, but all you wanted was comfort. For him to make you feel good. His puppy dog eyes weren’t helping matters either. So, you pushed all of your negative self-talk and thoughts aside, and let your body take over.

You crashed into him, wanting to feel his lips on yours. He was caught off guard, not kissing you back at first, but it only took a few seconds before his hand was in your hair. You opened your mouth, inviting his tongue to explore, which he eagerly did. He guided you to stand up, taking you with him as he moved you back toward the counter. He led the way with his hand to make sure the counter didn’t catch you off guard.

“Get on the counter," he panted in your ear, which made your panties instantly get soaked.

You shuffled to get yourself up as he positioned himself to stand in between your legs. He gripped your thighs, lifting underneath one of your knees as he pushed himself even closer to you. 

You tugged on his tie as you brought him in for another kiss, which elicited a moan from him. You felt him getting harder, prompting you to take his suit jacket off. He let it fall to the floor as you moved both hands to rest on the back of his neck, lightly scratching and gripping his curls. 

For his part, he kept his hands where they were – one cradling the back of your head, the other gripping your thigh so hard you knew it would leave a bruise, but you didn’t even care. 

There was a frenzy to your kiss, trying to tell each other how you felt by your actions rather than with words. Dieter kissed up and down your neck, remembering how much you liked it from earlier this morning. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat as he sucked ever so lightly under your ear. When his lips came back to yours to kiss again, you decided to give his bottom lip a little bite, hearing a low growl from the back of his throat.

You hadn’t really thought this through when you started – you weren’t sure how far you wanted to take things, fully aware that anyone could walk in at any second. Seeking out this type of physical comfort was not typical for you. It brought up thoughts of Ryan. A man, who never really comforted you; he never so much as gave you a hug after your dog died. But Dieter was different. He radiated empathy and warmth and you just wanted to be wrapped up in him. Your mind shut off as your body continued to take over. Moving your hands down his neck to his chest, making your way to his waist, untucking his shirt, and reaching for his belt. 

This time, it was Dieter who put a stop to things, pulling back slightly. He cradled your face with both of his hands, putting his forehead against yours as he caught his breath.

"I thought I told you earlier I don't like to feel rushed," he smiled as he kissed the tip of your nose followed by your forehead. His kisses were so tender, a departure from the hurried pace from just a few moments ago. 

The realization of what just happened hit you and you felt the anxiety and insecurity seeping back in after blocking it out.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His concern was etched all over his face.

“Sorry, I- I mean, I didn’t mean to just…attack you like that,” you shook your head, looking down.

“Baby, you can literally jump me anytime you want,” Dieter smirked, which made the corners of your mouth turn. “But seriously…I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re nothing other than beautiful kiss sexy kiss and special. You hear me?”

You blushed, shaking your head at him.

“Look, I’ve been doing this for like 20 years…before there was any social media. Those were the days,” he chuckled. “Anyway, I’ve had to develop a tough skin over the years which resulted in mostly avoiding it all. Honestly, Liz controls a lot of what I post these days since there’s promotional stuff I need to do. I don’t even want to be tempted by looking at it. I can only imagine the type of shit Indy must get.”

“Yea, she’s gotten some really shitty stuff too,” you offered.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I can’t protect you from it. But don’t for one second believe any of that shit or take it to heart. I like spending time with you Belle, hell that’s why I asked Meredith if you could come do the photoshoot tomorrow instead of her.”

“Wait, what?” You had been freaking out about having to play Meredith all day on set tomorrow, it was giving you a lot of anxiety to have that much responsibility. 

“Yeah, I…uh…surprise! That was my demand,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought it would be fun. Spend the day together. Although I’ll warn you, Liz will be there,” he let out another nervous laugh. “Plus, I think it will be good for you to make some connections. This photographer knows a ton of people.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were shocked and flattered that he thought of you. 

“Wow, that’s awesome. Y-yea, I would love to do that. That is if you trust me with your hair.”

“Baby, I trust you with a lot more than my hair,” he rubbed his hands up and down your arms.

Your phone buzzing brought an abrupt halt to your moment. You checked your phone and it was Indy?

INDY: Color?

It was another one of your code words whenever one of you needed a moment to themselves. Since you didn’t need her to come rushing to you, you texted her back “green” so she knew everything was fine. In doing so, you looked at the time, realizing that lunch was probably going to end soon. That thought made your stomach grumble.

“Hey, let’s grab some lunch, yeah?” Dieter offered you his hand to get off the counter.

He tucked his shirt back in and put his jacket on as you smoothed your hair and checked your face in the mirror, giving yourself a quick touch-up, thanks to the endless supply of makeup at your disposal.

“So, does like everyone know?” You asked before you both left the safety of the makeup trailer.

Dieter rubbed the back of his neck, “Ah, y-yea. I think so. Is…is that ok? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable at work. I can ignore you when we’re on set if you want, but I really don’t want to do that.”

“I want to talk to Meredith first if that’s cool,” Dieter eagerly nodded. “And like, maybe we don’t like…make out in front of everyone like Indy and Sam,” you laughed. “But I don’t want to avoid you on set…I don’t think I could even if I tried.”

“Me neither. And I’m good with that.” He gave you a mischievous look. “But, since once we walk out this door, I won’t be able to do this for a while…” 

He cut himself off as he brought you in for another kiss. This one gave you goosebumps with the passion and gratitude you felt from Dieter. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. And honestly, it felt like a little bit had been lifted off of yours too. While there were still things you wanted to talk to him about, to share about your past, knowing how much you meant to him made your heart sing. 

“You’re going to mess up my makeup and yours,” you giggled as you pulled away from him.

He rubbed a thumb across his lip. “Well, I’m lucky that you can always touch me up,” he winked.

“Oh my goodness,” you laughed, rolling your eyes. “C’mon, let’s get out there. I’m starving and if Indy doesn’t see me within the next five minutes she’s going to come in here like a tornado.”

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A/N: I hope you liked the little bit from Dieter’s perspective from the beginning. I realized it had been a while since we were with him like that.

As always, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my little story. With this one being my first fic ever, it’s super special to me. I appreciate all of the kind comments, reblogs, and likes …it makes my day!

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go on a rant about nanakis cosmo trial

So I think there's a lot of things to be frustrated with at this part of the story - considering making a whole ass video about my Rebirth thoughts tbh - but Nanaki's trial just sticks out to me as being a really big missed opportunity, especially in regards to building the relationships between the characters.

The first problem is the dungeon itself. In general, Rebirth really struggles with dungeons. It's nice that the Trial feels so geared towards Nanaki, but it's almost geared too much towards him in my opinion, in that Barret really just feels like he shouldn't be there at all. The cave also has all these things going on, and I think it would have flowed better as a trip through dangerous caves to get to Seto - and that in and of itself being a trial - rather than having all these things that Nanaki is supposed to do, which makes it feel like Bugenhagen set them up, but why are they set up like that?

But for me, that's all whatever. Like, I don't like. But again, my biggest problem is the missed character interaction.

Having Nanaki go with Barret, as far as character match-ups go, is pretty good. Nanaki is almost solely a close-range righter, and and Barret is almost solely a far-range fighter. A perfect duo. Here's the problem though: we already had the Barret and Nanaki bonding road trip!

Now, did they bond in the Mythril Caves? No, not really. Another missed opportunity, but you could say that it's because Nanaki is still new to the group and closed off and stuff. Lame excuse, but thoroughly whatever. Which sucks, because in the side quests the game has show not to shrink away from letting characters talk to each other and strike up some good conversations and get to know each other.

So who could have been matched up with Nanaki that would have been better? Honestly, basically anyone. Maybe Yuffie tags along because Bugenhagen thinks she could appreciate the experience - we know from the campfire before that she doesn't really believe in Planetology, so maybe it could be an eye-opening experience for her, and then the teens of the group get to bond. Yuffie is also has some good close and far range attacks.

Tifa just went through a really harrowing experience, maybe she needs some time away from most of the group but also wants to feel like she's helping someone. But, she's also completely close-range, so wouldn't make for the best party.

Cloud would be the boring and easy choice, and he's most close-ranged so bad party match up, but I bet they could still manage to make some good interactions. Again, maybe after Gongaga, cloud needs to be away from the group a bit, or prove that he can trust himself to keep someone else safe.

And then Aerith? I feel like it should have just been Aerith. She's more of a ranged fighter, and she's currently clearly going through stuff trying to figure out how she feels about the fact that she's a Cetra, what that means to those around her, what responsibilities she's supposed to take on. Protecting and helping Nanaki could be great for that! Not to mention, we've seen pieces of their relationship, but it could be nice to build upon that in a duo adventure.

In the end, we're with Barret. Okay, so that's what we have. What could we have done with this? Well, Nanaki sees his dad as a coward, a dad who left him in order to save people. Well, Barret is a dad who left his daugther to save people. In fact, in Marlene doesn't know about AVALANCHE - which she must not because she's just a little baby - then it could look like Barret left because of everything that was happening in Midgar. You could, then, build an interesting and compelling dynamic between Nanaki and Barret - Son of an Absent Father, and Absent Father if not completely by choice - throughout the trial.

But in stead, Barret is just kind of... chilling there. I dont' think he ever says anything interesting the whole time.

That's all to say, big let down booo

Edit: also furthermore you could have built up a really interesting thing by having Barret and Nanaki discuss parents a bit in their first outing so that nanaki doesn’t hate his father out of nowhere, but they don’t do that, which sucks. Also also, during the trial, nanaki is like ‘ugh barret?’ But they don’t have that kind of hate up to that point??? It feels like it comes out of nowhere???

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pairing: sim jake x fem!reader

genres: fluff, angst, crack, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, high school au

wc: 2k

warnings: profanity, mc has mommy issues that are mentioned very briefly. i think that’s all but lmk if you want me to add smth!!

prompt: “i don’t understand why you’re acting this way.”

note: i’m sorry the title is kinda shit i cannot come up w good + relevant ones for the life of me and google was not helping BOOO but tysm for requesting anon and i hope you like the drabble!! feedback is always appreciated; i’d love to know what everything thinks :”)

dialogue prompt event

You had been avoiding Jake Sim. 

Considering the fact that he was your best friend, the task was proving to be just as difficult as you had expected it to be. 

Maybe even more so. He was surprisingly very clingy—something you had failed to notice in your friendship of four years. 

As you turned the corner of the school library’s hallway, your eyes trained on the ground, you felt an arm being thrown around your neck.  

You tensed at the contact and took a sharp breath. 

“Where have you been today?” Jake questioned casually. “I’ve been searching for you everywhere. And did you buy new clothes? I’ve never seen these before. I gotta say I like this look on you.”

Damn it. 

You’d thought wearing a brand-new outfit would make it easier for you to hide from him. You’d even gone as far as wearing a cap and letting your hair down so it could conceal your face. Your teachers had been on your ass for wearing the accessory all day long. 

Trying to fight the blush creeping up your neck, you shrugged him off as subtly as you could and put some distance between your bodies. “I’ve been around.” 

“Okay.” Jake dragged out the word. You didn’t need to glance at him to know he was frowning. “You’re coming over tonight though, right? There’s a new Riverdale episode out for us to slander. Also my mom’s making lasagne and she told me to tell you to stay over.” 

There was no way you could say no to that. Subjecting yourselves to an hour of terrible screenwriting to criticise it was basically a tradition and bonding exercise for both of you.  

Turning Jake down would instantly make him suspicious, which would lead to him asking questions. You were a lot of things, and being a terrible liar was one of them. 

Jake was a lot of things too, and being an absolute busybody was one of them. He’d push and push and push until you told him the truth. 

And you couldn’t possibly confess that you had a gigantic crush on him. 

Not only would it put your relationship in jeopardy in case he didn’t reciprocate your feelings (which you were pretty sure he didn’t), but the confirmed rejection would literally tear you apart from the inside.

You’d rather pine after him and be content with being his best friend than chase after some stupid fantasy. Unfortunately, pining sucked ass, especially when the one you wanted but couldn’t have was always hanging around you.  

So, you’d been trying to cut down on the time you spent with him, hoping that the distance would make your feelings disappear magically. So far, it was not working, but that didn’t mean you were going to give up.

“Um,” you began, keeping your eyes fixed on your sneakers. “I don’t think I can come over today. I have that… thing to do.”

Real fucking convincing, Y/N, you thought to yourself dismally.

“What thing?” Jake questioned, sounding taken aback. You knew he damn well knew you had no thing to do. “And look at me while we’re talking, would you?” 

“I am looking at you,” you lied. “You just don’t see it because I’m wearing a cap.” 

You realised your mistake a second too late. 

Jake lifted the accessory from your head the moment you uttered the words. You whirled around to face him immediately, but he had already anticipated your next move. 

Right as you tried to snatch the cap again, your best friend raised his arm and held it over his head. 

“Hey!” you exclaimed and took a step closer. Standing on your tiptoes, you put a hand on Jake’s shoulder for support and reached up for your belonging. 

He simply stretched his arm higher, making it even harder for you to get your cap back. 

“Give it back!” you huffed and tugged at his wrist, unknowingly putting all your weight on him. His free arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from jumping. 

“Now you’re not moving away from me?” Jake taunted you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you couldn’t help but lean back in his hold to glance at him. 

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he mumbled while looking down at you, your faces so close you could count his lashes and see the universe in his eyes. 

You snapped yourself out of your reverie before you could do something you’d regret. Pulling yourself out of his arms, you stumbled back and averted your gaze. “I need to go.”

Not bothering for a response, you turned on your heels and hurried away. The feeling of Jake’s eyes drilling holes into the back of your head only spurred you into increasing your speed. 

You let out a deep breath and collapsed into your usual seat upon entering the library. Your cheeks felt hot, and your heart was thumping so hard you were afraid it was going to jump out of your chest. 

You couldn’t keep this up anymore. Your feelings were starting to get out of hand, and you were beginning to lose control. 

It wouldn’t be too long until you reached your limit. 

Save for the encounter near the library, you did not run into Jake again.  

You were about to mentally congratulate yourself for getting through another day when someone grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards them. 

One moment, you were in the crowded hallway of your school  and the next, you were in an empty classroom, your best friend glowering at you. 

“You scared me!” you exclaimed, your eyes wide with shock. 

“You’re scaring me,” Jake countered. “What is up with you these days? I don’t understand why you’re acting this way.” 

It took you a second to understand what he was referring to. Gulping, you dropped your gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  

“You think I can’t tell you’re avoiding me?” he demanded and took a step closer, causing you to take a step back in return. “You think I don’t notice something’s wrong?” 

“Everything's fine. You’re being paranoid.” 

Jake laughed humourlessly. “Don’t fuck with me, Y/N.” 

“I’m not,” you said as calmly as you could. “Trust me, nothing’s wrong.” 

For a moment, there was silence. Then, “You’re lying,” he said quietly. “You’re not looking at me.” 

Taking a deep breath, you raised your head and looked Jake in the eyes. “Everything’s fine,” you repeated. 

He searched your face. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“There is nothing to tell,” you insisted, trying desperately to convince him. 

“Is it something at home?” He pried further. “Is your mom checking your phone again? Did she take your laptop—” 

“No—” 

“I can ask my mom to talk to her, you know? I don’t like how she doesn’t trust you and keeps suffocating you all the time—” 

“Stop it, Jake!” you finally burst out. “Stop sticking your nose in my business! You’re the one suffocating me right now so just back off. I’m not obligated to tell you shit!” 

You regretted saying that the moment hurt flashed across Jake’s face. You opened your mouth to apologise, but he beat you to it. 

“You’re right,” he muttered and averted his gaze, moving away from you. “You’re not answerable to me. I’m sorry for pushing you.” 

Putting his back to you, Jake retreated to the door with slumped shoulders. You knew you had royally messed up and there was a good chance your friendship would be ruined forever if he left the classroom. 

So, you decided to bite the bullet and tell the truth. Confessing couldn’t possibly do more damage than what had already been done. 

“It’s you.” 

Jake stopped in his tracks and turned around. He looked surprised to know that it indeed was him that was the issue. “It is?” 

“Yeah,” you said, your voice cracking a bit. “There’s something I have to tell you.” 

Jake nodded. “Of course. Anything.” 

“I’m, uh—” you toyed with your hands, struggling to find the courage to confess— “I— I like you.”

“What?” he whispered, shell-shocked. 

“I’ve been avoiding you because I’m attracted to you,” you stammered. Wetting your dry lips, you forced yourself to continue, “I didn’t want to put you in a difficult position by telling you I liked you, but every time I saw you, all I could think about was what it would be like to have you want me back. I just— I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship by confessing. I thought my feelings would fade if I stayed away, but that didn’t work out too well. I’m sorry.” 

Jake opened his mouth to reply, but closed it when nothing escaped. Looking away, he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a small chuckle under his breath.

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. You were prepared for rejection—you were aware from the very beginning that you were going to be turned down—but you weren’t prepared for whatever this was. 

“You’re laughing,” you mumbled. “You don’t believe me.” 

“I don’t,” Jake confirmed. “Actually, no, wait. Let me rephrase that: I want to believe you, but I can’t.” 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you demanded and crossed your arms over your chest defensively. This situation was turning out to be much worse than you had expected. 

How could Jake just laugh at you? What about your confession had been funny? Did he think you were incapable of crushing on him? Did he think he was not good enough to be crushed on? 

“It means,” he began, sauntering towards you, “I can’t believe I wasted weeks pining over you and holding myself back from confessing only for you to have liked me back this entire time.”

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. Your breaths started getting shallower and your legs felt like jelly. You were starting to understand what Jake meant when he said he wanted to believe you but couldn’t. 

“It means I can’t believe I gaslit myself into thinking you’d never feel even an ounce of what I felt for you,” he continued. You were standing toe to toe now, your faces but a few inches away. “It means I can’t believe I tortured myself when I could have just told you the truth and done this.”

Before you could fully comprehend what Jake was saying, his hands were cupping your face and his lips were on yours. 

You were frozen for a moment, unable to think, much less react. But then, your eyes fluttered close and you kissed him back. 

It was everything you had imagined. Scratch that, it was so much better.

Jake tasted like chocolate and his soft lips slotted into yours perfectly. He moved them slowly, as if wanting to relish the moment you were sharing. 

Grabbing the neckline of his t-shirt, you pulled him lower and tilted your neck to the side to deepen the kiss. 

Jake obliged and snaked an arm around your waist, pressing your body flush against his. Cocooned in his arms, you felt at home. 

But then, you always felt at home with him. 

Out of breath, you detached your lips from his and whispered, “Wow.” 

Jake laughed and embraced you, placing his chin on top of your head. “Yeah, I know.” 

Snuggling into his chest, you mumbled, “Now what?” 

“Now I ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You smiled and tipped your neck to glance at him. “And then?” 

“Assuming you say yes,” he mused, earning a snort from you. “I take you out on a date.” 

“And what would we do on the date?” 

Jake smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Why don’t I pick you up at seven today and you find out?” 

You grinned, feeling giddy at the prospect of going out on a date with your best friend turned boyfriend. 

“Deal” 

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #jake imagines #jake scenarios #ficscafe #enhypen fluff #jake fluff #enhypen fanfiction #jake fanfiction #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #enhypen angst #jake angst #enhypen oneshots #jake oneshots #enhypen drabbles #jake drabbles #enhypen soft hours #jake soft hours #enhypen #sim jaeyun #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #jake sim x reader #enhypen timestamps #jake timestamps #enhypen blurbs #jake blurbs #jake reactions #jaeyunverse dpe

[ghoooooooooooooooost]

my review of death mark 2 after playing it again in english this time: kinda weird that michiho never says anything n that the last fight is just an hour long sex scene between yashiki, mashita n daimon huh. pretty solid horror game tho 👍

(real thoughts under readmore; spoilers mentioned)

jokes aside i still stand by calling the game 'the roughest' bc it really is imo

i've seen a few ppl go to bat for the plot but me n a lot of my friends agree that it just wasn't as strong. everything abt michiho n hime's writing + the writing surrounding them in general pissed me tf off which didn't help. teacher-student situations are back but unlike in the first game, it's students aggressively pursuing teachers... uncomfortable! the scissors chapter did handle it a bit better than i expected (esp since the teacher turned her down) so i did get emotional at the end of it but circling back to michiho's behavior after that is so UUUUUUUGH. n the writers never let yashiki firmly tell them to stop it sucks so much. don't get me started abt the fanservice cgs i'll blow everything up. why'd they make it woooorse

the girls should've just been silly rude teenagers. i don't think they should've been the departed at all *points at my au*

however! the writing for returning characters is super good. they're what makes the game worth it in all honesty, it's so nice to see all these comrades yashiki made in the first game trying to help n protect him. plus the fun stuff where they're cutting each other's hair n front of a ghost n meowing at rocks n shit. it kinda makes me wish death mark 2 was just.... death mark..... the sequel.... as in a direct continuation of dm1's plot w mary?

art wise i like the ghosts but they're not as unnerving as the prev games. also yashiki doesn't look as old n tired booo - he's beautiful to me either way but still

i notice some people have a hard time figuring out if they're doing the right thing or not n it makes them frustrated. the fact that there's so many unavoidable casualties this time definitely adds to that

side note: it's cool that the first thing you see when you start a new game is a flash of the bad end cg. scary

final verdict: personally i think it's mid. this will not stop me from drawing a bunch of fanart where i completely make things up xoxo

#text post

[arcplaysgames]

Omg Yosuke that's so thoughtful of you, organizing the "we ain't got dates" conciliatory orgy event for the holiday! I mean, we all know it's his in with Reverie but I am not gonna rat him out, let him shoot his shot! Literally! Or, figuratively, but-- you know what I mean.

ALSO THIS IS A WONDERFUL FUCKING DETAIL BUT this game is set in the era of flip phones, not smartphones, and the specific way that Yosuke types is emblematic of the way you would use a shitty ten-keypad for typing, and it's SUCH a specific touch.

oh my god now i'm curious how Japanese text messaging worked in that era. if i remember, I wanna look into that later.

yeah you know what that's fair you all can stay here forever. i grew up in florida is palmetto bugs, aka The Big Roaches That Can Fly. my fear is intense and well-founded.

Yosuke you lie like a fucking rug, you literally texted everyone and picked the folks. It would have been JUST as easy to invite EVERYONE to Aiya or something. You cannot fool me, Hanamura, I'm a higher level gay than you are.

TROY BAKER SING TO ME /slams hands on table

I see u blushu, Kanji. /bats eyelashes at Kanji

also the sad hilarity of Teddie knowing the social script more than Yosuke does occur to me, yep.

YURI LOWENTHAL, SING FOR MY AMUSEMENT

gdi no one fucking sings in this scene, what a fucking rip off! booo! zero out of five, worst game i ever played.

anyway, for Christmas proper, NANAKO AND DOJIMA ARE HOME AND I COULD FUCKING CRY ABOUT IT. nanako i am gonna squish ur lil round face i love you mwah mwah

anyway

GOT MY INSURANCE CARD MIGHT LITERALLY BE THE FUNNIEST LINE IN THIS FUCKING GAME, I'M WHEEZING. god the line read is so fucking good on it too, I love Kanji. I would kill for Kanji. He's the best fucking character in Persona and it's not even close.

anyway, shock of shocks, the cake is not poisonous this time and everyone gets to enjoy it (tho Naoto reveals it was their third attempt at making one, lol)

Teddie made Nanako a teddie doll and I want a fucking teddie doll, goddammit

don't even fucking worry about it, dojima, it's fine

Dojima accidentally brings up the fact that Reverie is leaving soon, which Fucking Sucks. but! it sucks less than being a human sacrifice to fuel a seal to prevent the fall of Nyx, The God Of The Dark Hour, so really, can't complain!

I am pretty sure Reverie is gonna live through all this. I think getting his ass shot by Adachi was the only chance of for real dying, so we should be good.

god, I would sacrifice Reverie for, uh, P3P Reverie in a heartbeat.

(I remembered in literally the middle of that sentence that all of my characters are named Reverie Vantas lol)

NANAKO I LOVE YOU can we finally finish your fucking slink tho, is that now allowed again?????

anyway the game is wrapping up and I am anticipating another P3P-style time skip to when Reverie leaves but

one, I am still sort of... not actively sour on but ambivalent about the entire Midnight Channel thing. I feel like the final explanation had a lot of plot holes and didn't really make sense if you thought about it.

two, this is not a game about dying like P3P was so there is a lack of finality to everything honestly, which has less bombast than i anticipated

three, I STILL WISH I FUCKING KNEW WHY NAMATAME, ADACHI, AND REVERIE HAD THIS POWER. like, the big eyeball mentioned it granted powers to those with the fortitude to traverse the hollow forest but WHY SPECIFICALLY THESE THREE DUDES ugh whatever

four, i hope the bonus dungeon boss has some fucking Shenanigans bc Ameno-sagiri just does not compare to Ryoji-Nyx and the multiphase shit that was so fun.

sigh! sigh!!!!!

I did max out Marie tho so I will see about that at some point I guess?

#p4 #persona liveblog

[gayspock]

OK SOMEEEE gripes

im ACTUALLY extremely conflicted on some of the present day stuff and i think its mostly down to the characters

like im very happy with jeff, and i think he's fine as is - brilliant, even, bc hes a genuinely refreshing take imo as opposed to what they could have easily done (i.e unlikable, distant from it all husband). not that he would be CRAZY or unreasonable to resent shauna, but like... its just fucking so much funnier + more interesting to me to see a character kind of just go with it, rather than to have them stew in angst. like i think its more interesting and allows for them to explore different beats than what you'd assume they would if you'd just known the basics of what shauna was up to. imo

similarly i was happy with adam as a character, too, and i think they developed him well enough for who he was and how he functions in this story. im glad he didnt turn out to be javi (if he was, i guess, bc he still could be technically that kinda suck wway more now tbh booo) and whilst there was nooo way he was gonna survive if he was just some guy which he was

theres also guys like kevyn. my jokes aside abt how scary he is im kinda fine with him, and i do actually makes some kinda sense that hes a cop + that he's now so straight-laced. some loser divorced dad. and it'd be a good comparison to natalie, and the lifestyle she lives now and how their paths diverged. however i kind of wish they'd... just let him go? like i wish he'd been at the reunion, and they'dhad that exchanged and then he'd just walked away to his wife and kids and her back to the yellowjackets no return no return no return huh what was that YEHA. my point is. i feel like there's no true resolution between them two thats organic and it just kinda feels weird to keep him around past that. i know they need a cop character for whats happening with shauna now but it just feels kinda ... bizarre to have him playing that role with that creep dude. bc whilst i do prefer limited characters in a show like this and to keep it tight and clean it just feels weird for it to be him and for it to be THAT insular AND, again, for him to keep sticking around when i dont feel like theres anywhere for him to go.... like its kinda DIFFERENT with the other cop dude, bc he isnt pre-established and he does kinda just function moreso as just. a fucking yuckhead fuckhead but instead its just this weird uhhhh. and kevyn is back! um. he will continue serving this purpose and we will never touch on him and natalie again. bc we shouldnt ofc but it also feels weird to have him there without ever mentioning it LOL

who else. fuck. like i am also very conflicted abt tai's wife and son like.... they do just feel a bit like- theyre just there? and i think that DEFINITELY makes some sort of narrative sense with tai, and with her whole deal- she has it all, she has everything but she has nothinnggg but... IDK KINDA SAD MAN. bc its weird i'll go back to this with jeff and callie, but it does make SENSE that the non-yellowjackets characters are always gonna be secondary with the story theyre telling in more ways than them just being secondary characters but with how fucking impossible it is to reconnect with fucking ANYONE after everything they did/went through BUT ITS LIKE... like i said i kinda like jeff and ironically his absolute lack of personality became a personality, whereas with simone&sammy i feel like theyre just kinda... SUPER functioning and that does kinda make me worry because whilst i know a lot of ppl are yelling for tai/van endgame... i dont know it feels weird to write them off fuckin completely which is what i feel like the show might kinda lean into at some point...😭like i want more for them, and from them. and i also sorry i also hate fucking "scary child who sees the supernatural" trope SORRYYYY its so tired to me and so lazy . give this kid some proper fucking development

and i think its also another issue im having with the present day stuff. theres too many characters rn and its being misspent. like do not get me wrong im not against quirky elijah wood BUT i feel like misty's ENTIRE. FUCKING. ARC. RIGHT. NOW. would be so much more fucking effective if she was alone and tracking down natalie by herself and kinda struggling with that. OR if they kept up her rapport with jessica- like have her tag along, whether it'd be under the guise of a fixer or not, and maybe have her cause some tension bc again if eel like.. ITS SO MUCH WEIRDER just having jessica's entire stint just come to an end in the way it did and it would have been a much more solid throughline into s2 than to bring in elijah wood whos just genderbent misty and its like . ok its just nott.... INTERESTING TO ME... SO WHAT. SHES FOUND A GUY LIKE HER? WHO CARES MAN. IM SAYING THIS AS A LITTLE FREAK WHO CANT CONNECT WITH OTHERS & YEARNS FOR KINSHIP, LIKE... I JUST FEEL LIKE ITS KINDA BACKWARDS AND REGRESSIVE AND NOTHINGGGG. jessica was a much weirder fucking dynamic and i think could have been interesting and i do think theres ways they could have had them both pursue natalie but now its just... ehhhhhh like

and i also feel like elijah wood is kinda bringing up the comedic parts of misty's story and dont get me wrong i LOVED a lot of the dark humour bits from her in s1 but i feel likw now its kinda getting too close to just. that. kinda like just oh funny joke funny dark humour. and losing a lot of the substance it should have, which is kinda necessary to the humour itself....AND he's sort of stealing her limelight like WHO CARES. GO AWAY DUUDE. have confidence in misty to be able to CARRY this shit, cmon, bc no offence elijah but SHE WAS WAY BETTER AT IT! bc thats whats so GOOD ABOUT THE SHOW OTHERWISE- you have the confidence to let all these girlies to carry their plotlines by themselves, so dont slip!!! GET BACK UP. and again im saying with the too many characters thing- its just... ehrhh. who cares to spend so much time on him??? whos just out of nowhere when its like.. again i'd prefer it if you spent that time with taissa or with .....

CALLIE. SHHES PROBABLY THE PERSON IM THE MOST CONFLICTED ON IN THE WORLD. bc in so many ways again i feel like we cant focus on her too much in shauna's little life that shes made for herself but I JUST... I CANT HELP BUT FEEL LIKE WE'RE IN THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE SPOT IMAGINABLE WITH CALLIE, wherein we dont get enough of her and her side to really empathise with her but we get too much of her to find her on the wrong side of irritating-AND THAT. SUCKS. THATS THE WORST. EVER. BECAUSE SHES LITERALLY A TEENAGE GIRL. I FEEL LIKE THERES SO MUCH MORE THEY COULD DO WITH THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN SHAUNA/CALLIE IF THEY PUSHED FOR IT MORE, BUT ITS JUST... again its in this such an awkwwaarddd position where they only bring her in to be difficult it feels like. and the thing is? shes being reasonable. MORE than. shes totally justified in all the shit shes doing. but bc of the unfortunate way its framed she comes off as...... sadly.... unlikable which . again AGAIN IT SUCKS. BECAUSE SHES A TEENAGE GIRL AND THIS FEELS LIKE THE FIRST SHOW IN A LONG TIME TO HAVE A CAST FULL OF UNLIKABLE FUCKING TEENAGE GIRLS BE THE BEST EVERRRRRR AND SHE COULD BE SO GOOD MAN SHE COULD BE SUCH A GOOD WAY FOR SHAUNA TO LOOK INTO THE PAST BUTEE..... they kinda just write her off too and bring her up to cause complications obly. thats all it is. and i dont know i do get it i dooo get it bc again it makes SENSE with shauna and who she is and where her life is that the presentation would thereforebe kinda more her perspective but also... i do just feel... ITCHES. LIKE IM CLAWING AT THE WALL

ok last thing maybe idk. idk how i feel about lottie at all. its strange. i felt like she..... was kinda not present enough in s1. does that make sense ever at all. i wish we had more from her and her whole visions thing, and she had as much focus in the past as the others did from the very beginning. bc i feel like in s1... we didnt see enough of her in that regard? like we got her- we got bits of her. but not enough of her-her. bc im fine with her kinda story on paper (ish) and how its playing out but i t does feel weirdly unba;anced across s1 / s2. and its throwing me a bit there

#Egg.txt #yellowjackets liveblog

[emisirrelevant]

WATT WEEK DAY 3!

HAPPY WE ARE THE TIGERS/WATT WEEK DAY 3!!

So today’s prompt is: And the freshman’s in prison! Therefore I present to you:

A song commentary/analysis of Mattie’s Lament!

Hold on to your landlines y’all.

•“Dear mom and dad” so wait did no one visit her, not even her parents? This is a wonderful start

•Also this line giving me “DEAREST DARLINGEST MOMSIE AND POPSICAL” I’m sorry I had to say it

•“Well I’m not shivved so that’s something” ahahaha I know it’s not funny but I do laugh when I hear this part I’M SORRY MATTIE

•“Statistically so many people die each day”

•It IS good she’s not another dead person

•But also oof not me now hearing this line differently and thinking holy shit this IS sad imagine being reduced to a statistic 

•“It’s the little things” and the ukulele in the background 

•LIKE WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS

•I mean I love it but oh god the ukulele being like the main instrumental- it’s giving “everything’s fine, we’re fine- NO WE AREN’T but we’re gonna pretend it is” 

•“I have friends here” WHEN YOU HAVE BETTER FRIENDS IN PRISON THAN ON AN ACTUAL CHEERLEADING TEAM 

•Okay but having listened to this song with fresh ears I think this song is sadder than I really thought oof 

•How Riley managed to send a freshman to prison before she herself ended up there, I just- 

•“But some girl named Tasha just made me her wife” MATTASHA!!! 

•PRISON WIVES!!

•If they ever did a live performance again or did an actual run of the musical could they make a scene where we just see Tasha briefly?? For research purposes?

•“Prison has hardened me” honestly you go Mattie good for you girlie

•“I don’t think that I can do this anymore” AND THEN HOW SHE SINGS IN THE FINALE “I’m not sure that I’m okay but I get stronger every day” and then how everyone joins in with her like yes they’re finally supporting her “I know I’ll find the good things” parallel to “it’s the little things” THIS MUSICAL!! can you tell I love it???

•“I’m sorry I got drunk, I’m sorry about peer pressure, peer pressure SUCKS” IT REALLY DO (imagine THIS being your hazing story- BOOO HAZING)

•“Cause I don’t think I killed those girls, I really don’t” ugh like I am going to defend Mattie here. I was thinking about it and yeah sure she got drunk and she did that but also Farrah does but also I love them both and I really don’t want to blame them because I believe it wasn’t Mattie’s fault she was framed and I know logically and canonically it’s Riley behind it all but I also sometimes support woman’s wrongs so-

•“SHUT THE FUCK UP” LOL but really has Mattie done this thing before? Imagine she sings rants out loud and everyone except Tasha are like this random inmate just tired of hearing mattie sing

•Again, I’m dead with the ukulele being the main instrument- like it’s brilliant, if you think more in depth about it, it’s like a calmer sounding instrument but the whole situation is anything BUT

•Like, the masking in this song is genius

•“You build a bridge and you move on” I mean I’d personally hold a big grudge against whoever did this to me if I was sent to prison by the rest of my team but-

•“And hope that 4 years doesn’t feel very long” AND THIS IS WHERE I GIVE MY GIRL MATTIE A VERY BIG HUG BECAUSE YES GIRL YOU MADE IT YOU SURVIVED PRISON AND BEING ACTUALLY KILLED LIKE CHESS AND FARRAH AND YOU’RE ON A TEAM WHO WILL ACTUALLY HAVE YOUR BACK!

Mattie my beloved! 

#we are the tigers musical #watt musical #wattweek2023 #watt week 2023 #wearethetigersmusicalweek2023 #we are the tigers week 2023

[tdalejandro]

they gave heather and sierra sooo much yuri potential in the first few episodes of world tour and then they ruined it because the writers hate to see socially inept girl bosses winning. they gave us the girlfriends scene but at what cost…

NO BC THEY LITERALLY DID!!!!!! Episode 1 Heather WILLINGLY teams up with Sierra in the first challenge and everything literally falls from there. But the writers KNEW they would be too powerful if they stayed together like that so literally in the middle of the season they barely interact and it sucks BOOTY! It doesn't start picking back up until like the Australia episode I think and tbh, that's like the best part. They literally gave us Rapa Fruity... But yes they has so much potential to be a powerful duo in early tdwt but THEY DIDNT!!! BOOO!!! THIS SHOW IS YURIPHOBIC!!!!

#ask #anon #i love heatherra so fucking much its probably unhealthy tbh #but also i have an unhealthy relationship with td

[featherymainffins]

I haven't seen the new Interview With The Vampire TV show at all yet but I'm so fucking glad for its existence because before the show nearly nobody cared about Armand. Everyone was like "Haha Lestat" and that's really fair because Lestat is...well he's Lestat. There's everything wrong with him and I love him dearly. But it was like only I cared about Armand. Which sucked. Like booo that is my son that is my special little boy and you will love him or I'm blowing this whole place up.