#especially wtf is up with the brackets

[generic-anime-boy-bracket]

Round 1, Group A: Matchup 4

Yoichi Isagi vs Ren Amamiya

Reasons for being generic + Propaganda below

Yoichi Isagi

Reasons:

he has black hair and blue eyes and looks sooooo generic because he looks like every other black hair and blue eyes anime character (etc kageyama from haikyuu) hes got the v shaped bangs and all 

hes the blandest looking little guy of all time. sports anime protag no less. mans is hello kitty in the sanrio collab even though his character colour is green and his design is all blues, because he doesnt have defining characteristics other than his status as protag.

Propaganda:

listen. hes bland. hes generic beyond belief. he has the bangs triangle. he got hello kitty in the sanrio collab. hes also a leetle unhinged and it wouldnt phase me if he started canonically eating people (this is not the kind of sports anime that includes such violence) (this IS a battle royale/danganronpa killing game style media though) he says the most off-the-wall wild shit on the pitch, and then someone will say something just like it while theyre Not playing socer and he'll just be like "alright um bye then" and leave? he sees everything as puzzle pieces and recently tried to refer to another players ability with a name he made up.. in his head.. and didnt tell anyone before..... the other player was understandingly just left like '??? wtf is metavision' hes my silly !!!!!

Ren Amamiya

Reasons:

He's got messy black hair and simple clothes. He's also got fake glasses in order to look less supsicious and blend in. His personality is also fairly bland bc he's a player character 

He’s a Japanese teenager with messy black hair and glasses. He literally only wears his school uniform or grayscale. I’ve never seen an MC look so much like I could’ve put his model at another desk in the background and noticed nothing.

Fairly normal high school kid who happens to get caught up in the fate of humanity and stuff. He did get in a minor altercation with a fascist politician before the game starts, which kicks off the entire plot. 

When he’s a high school student he just looks like. a fucking guy. I’ll be honest I haven’t played persona I’m just in love with him so if any actual persona fans find this bracket and submit him I bet they’ll have something better lmao - smashy bros fan

messy black hair with bangs. designed to appear basic and unassuming, especially when he is in school and doing other normal high schooler activities (rather than when he’s in the meta verse as Joker). wears fake glasses to seem even more generic and unassuming

He's got messy brown hair and is the only character of the main cast of teens to wear his uniform in the most proper and normal way. He is just A Guy. That's his whole thing, is to look generic and to not stand out.

he's got that slightly messy black hair swag grey eyes average tall-ish height normal outfits normal uniform swag. the most interesting thing he has going on appearance wise is normal ass black rimmed glasses. i wish we could put pictures so i could show you how normal looking he is.

To be fair this is more of a stretch! But he still has the black scruffy hair, and also he has glasses, boy looks generic. But that's actually kinda the point! He's supposed to "fit in" and all that!

i hate this man he is everywhere i havent played the game but hes a mostly silent protagonist with like a possible harem and i want him wiped from this earth. unfortunately theyve announced yet another p5 spin-off. god save us.

Propaganda:

He's already the hair down and then he purposefully dresses more generic in order to blend in how fun is that?

His whole schtick is hiding in plain sight and never letting anyone see his true self. He was traumatized by the Japanese legal system when he put himself out there to save a woman from assault, and so now he does everything he can to blend in. He doesn’t even need glasses; he wears them to be more generic and unassuming. He slouches for the same reason, to minimize his height and come off as another disaffected teenager.

his generic anime guy-ness actually matters to the plot. he was falsely accused of assaulting someone and has been branded a dangerous criminal, so he tries to make himself as unnoticeable/unassuming/generic as he can, hiding his true self in order to avoid further trouble from people that already assume the worst of him. it is a shackle society placed on him, and working in the meta verse as joker allows him to be his true self 

he is sooo special to me and very pretty. it's a good generic design that doesn't just look like an npc. extremely ordinary but not boring nor bland. cutie pie.

Already gave it but, it'd be funny for both Akechi and Joker to end up tied cause they both look pretty generic

#generic anime boy bracket #blue lock #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #persona 5 #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #p5 joker

[stinky-fuck-swag]

Stinky Fuck Swag Bracket B Side A: Round 1, Match 9

Raphael Hamato (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) VS Gobber (How To Train Your Dragon)

Propaganda under the cut!

Raphael Hamato:

He is STINKY. Not only have him and his brothers grown up in the sewer they literally willingly GO IN THE NASTY SEWER WATER THAT IS GREENER THAN ANYTHING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE AND TREAT IT LIKE A LAZY RIVER. In that same episode he covered himself in unlabeled brown sewer sludge that I. don't really. Wanna figure out what it was. On top of that he trains and exercises more often than literally anyone on the show and I think that makes his stinky by default. And it isn't just me or the fandom who knows he is stinky. THE SHOW KNOWS HE IS STINKY. They can smell him and it is mentioned multiple times. It starts even in the first episode so the boy is stinky from the beginning. he has various different stinks according to the show, including a fear stink (he gets defensive about this one), victory stink, and a "sneaking up on people" stink. There are a lot more but I Can Not Remember when they were mentioned but he is STINKY. He ate WET SALAMI that was on the GROUND. MULTIPLE TIMES. Unrelated but thought I would share. Animals hate him. I wonder if it's because he is stinky. It probably is. He is a silly guy and I love him but he is a silly *stinky* guy.

he has certain stinks for certain situations and emotions (victory stink, fear stink, amazement stink, sneaking-up-on-people stink) also one time he shoved his face into the smelliest flower in the world wtf maybe bc he’s used to stinkiness 🤨🤔 he’s my stinky little meow meow

He's a snapping turtle, and stress causes him to stink (some kind of fucked up defense mechanism). During the show he screams "WE DON'T ABOUT MY FEAR STINK!". He also reguraly swims in the NY sewer "water". He lives in the sewers, eats primaly pizza, is a teenager and his body produces especially stinky sweat

constantly said has '____ stink' ie fear, happiness, 'good to see you' etc etc hes so silly

Gobber:

He refused to bathe.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #raphael hamato #rottmnt raph #how to train your dragon #httyd #httyd gobber #gobber the belch #stinky fuck swag polls #round 1 #stinkyfuckswagtourney #tumblr tourney #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #poll tournament

[irlcats-bracket]

Bracket 3 Round 3 Poll 2

Schnitzel vs Simon

SCHNITZEL

She is a long haired, half-face, tortie with the personality of one. Started out insanely skittish and would hide at the sight of any single person, but eventually warmed up to submitter when they were living with her. Absolute cuddle-bug and once she got comfortable, would lay on anything and everything you love. She's sassy but in a passive way. All pictures of her either are of her looking angry that you dare to interrupt her or she's too relaxed to care. She was named to go along with a inadvertent meat theme submitter started when they were a young kid.

Oh! She also likes to sneak up on people and scare the daylights out of them along with making sure no buggies (including and especially flying ones) escape alive.

PROPAGANDA

She is a long haired, half-face, tortie with the personality of one. Started out insanely skittish and would hide at the sight of any single person, but eventually warmed up to submitter when they were living with her. Absolute cuddle-bug and once she got comfortable, would lay on anything and everything you love. She's sassy but in a passive way. All pictures of her either are of her looking angry that you dare to interrupt her or she's too relaxed to care. She was named to go along with a inadvertent meat theme submitter started when they were a young kid.

Oh! She also likes to sneak up on people and scare the daylights out of them along with making sure no buggies (including and especially flying ones) escape alive.

PROPAGANDA

SIMON

he's two years old but still looks like he's six months old. he also recently cost his father and submitter 4k because he likes to eat random stuff off the ground :) luckily he's adorable, loves to beat them all up in the morning to wake us up, and his little meows sound like, "ba-hoo!"

PROPAGANDA

he is scared of everything that is not his mom, dad, or brother. everything else is to be treated as an very scary, dangerous enemy

he once cost us over 4,000 dollars in vet bills because he loves to try to eat random stuff off the ground. my fiancé and i both work minimum wage so you can imagine how happy we were

he went missing for 15 hours once because he pushed through a window screen and jumped. he is the last cat who would ever willingly go outside so wtf simon ....

he is a gremlin who thinks the world revolves around him (it does)

he loves letting me dress him up in hats, dresses, and shirts!

he loves to lick my fiancés face at 5am and will dig up the covers to get to him

he helps himself to any glass of water left out, even if you're also drinking it

he doesn't understand why people aren't always willing to share their food with him- he wants some!! give him a lil taste!

he also sat like this once ?

anyways i reached the mobile photo limit i hope you like my boy!!

SIMON SWEEP

#polls #cat #cats #catfight three #catfight three round three

[awfcspencer]

i was riding so hard for duquesne to beat byu and after they did i was completely convinced that god had laid a hand and i knew wtf i was on about

and then kentucky! no words for whatever that was… dillingham stinker too like what was happening on that court

but same i will be in class watching games and having the time of my life even if my bracket is trashed on the first round lol

BUT hot take?? you gotta share

i also had the dukes beating the cougars! today ive got a new good upsets but nothing too crazy. im riding with new mexico over clemson and both 9 over 8’s today

okay my hot take is purly based on personal opinion and the season, but uconn (womens) is not a final four team, i would go as far as saying not even an elite 8 team but you have to hear me out before i get flamed

1. the big east is the worst power 6 conference for women’s teams, minimal teams in the AP top 25 and NET top rankings. on that, uconn didnt even have to play creighton (the only other top team in the big east) to win the title. beating a subpar team by 30 is not a determinate of a good team.

2. uconn is playing 8/9 deep, injuries have manhandled this team like no other, no fudd, griffin, patterson, alfy, ducharme, and deberry is crazy going into march. edwards is also dealing with a broken nose so she might not be able to give 100%. combined with 2 freshman with no march experience and paige who hasn’t played in march in 2 yrs. those girls are going to be drained by the sweet sixteen

3. uconn is 2-5 against top teams with losses to notre dame, south carolina, texas, ucla, nc state and their non conference schedule versus power 5 teams was weak with matchups like maryland and minnesota

4. fouls, fouls, fouls. edwards and muhl are so foul prone and uconn has only 1 sub to play the 5 spot with ice brady also being foul prone. a smaller lineup would require their offense to really step up and they would have no presence in the paint or on the glass

5. but thats the issue with uconn, their offensive efficiency is low and they sometimes are unable to get their offense going until late in the 1st half versus top teams, especially if paige cant get herself going as uconn relies on paige heavily but who else is going to step up.

6. a lot of people give them credit for efficient offense because of their high margin per game but they are playing in the big east with only 2 other teams who made the tournament and the rest of the teams don’t play at a high level like in other power conferences. and they struggle with offensive boards so 1 play possessions could kill them

7. regional 3 is the second toughest region with teams like ucs, baylor, virginia tech, syracuse, ohio state. i can see uconn struggling with both syracuse with dyaisha fair and then having to possibly play a ohio state team that has been lights out defensively, their full court press is absolutely insane and would give uconn problems. and especially because that would be a sweet 16 rematch from last year where ohio state won. then if they for some reason beat ohio state, they would need to beat usc, which i don’t see happening.

now i love paige bueckers and her contributions to the women’s game along with geno and i would love nothing more than uconn to prove me wrong but i just cant get behind the huskies this year. but march is march so we will see (pls dont flame me yall )

#spencer speaks

[msclaritea]

Benedict Cumberbatch Show 'Letters Live' is a 'Shot in the Arm'

"...Initially, Cumberbatch tells Variety, he felt “wary” about reading the dispatch, which Turing had written during one of the lowest points of his life, when he awaiting trial for homosexuality. Feeling protective of the computer science prodigy, “I didn’t really want to display him outside of the context that I’d been performing or inhabiting,” Cumberbatch explains. There was also the awkwardness of working out how to read the letter aloud. “Do I have to do him, be him? Or is it my own voice?” (Eventually the “Doctor Strange” actor decided to “lean in” to the characters of the letter-writers, especially if they speak in a particular dialect or voice).

By the end of his reading, Cumberbatch was a convert. “It was such a thrill,” he says. “It was such a beautiful, profound way to honour [Turing] in a different form.” So moving was the experience, Cumberbatch also came on board as a co-producer alongside Byng for what has since become an annual event called “Letters Live.”

Ten years on, “Letters Live” is a bona fide extravaganza sponsored by Mont Blanc which this year is taking place at London’s Royal Albert Hall (home to dazzling events including the world premiere of “No Time to Die” in 2021) on Thursday evening local time. Letter readers include Emma Watson, Olivia Coleman, Stephen Fry and of course Cumberbatch himself.

“It is a bit like doing a skydive,” Cumberbatch explains. “Once you hit the ground you want to go back up again; once you’ve read a letter, you want to go and read it again. We have a lot of actors who say it’s their favourite part of their diary. They always ring us to check on our availability rather than the other way around.” It doesn’t hurt that there is also a philanthropic component to “Letters Live,” which fundraises for literary organization The Reading Agency.

Audiences won’t know in advance which letters they’re going to hear (they’re curated by a brain trust that includes Byng, Cumberbatch and “Letters of Note” author Shaun Usher) and often even which celebrities are taking part. (When Variety catches up with Byng and Cumberbatch during rehearsals they reveal Woody Harrelson has just been added as a last-minute surprise guest.)

“It allows us an incredible blank canvas when we’re putting a show together because you’ve got such a deep well in terms of the history of literary correspondence,” says Byng. This year’s missives include a typically eclectic selection, ranging from a 2,000-year-old letter from Roman philosopher Pliny to a message sent just a few weeks ago to British politician Suella Braverman from comedian Joe Lycett.

Do the “Letters Live” producers worry that with traditional letter-writing fast becoming a dying art, there’ll be far less correspondence to choose from in years to come? “Very much so,” Cumberbatch says. “It is a slow art. And it can distil a moment in a way that allows for more space and reflection rather than reaction. We live in a very heated, polarized time and a letter — not least because it is more than 140 characters — allows for nuance and greyness and discussion and a far broader bracket of empathy or understanding for whatever it might be about...."

I'm truly about to throw an outsized, fucking FIT! WTF is Benedict Cumberbatch doing, appearing in another Letters Live event? Bying, Usher, ALL of them, are a bunch of mediocre, un-talented, international criminals. And is this Variety article even true, since traditionally, Letters Live does not announce its readers, until closer to the event.

In addition, the last time, Cumberbatch fans had to deal with seeing him forced to hawk the very shady charity, Choose Love. You know, the one whose name was inspired by Aleister Crowley and has allegations against the organization for abuse of former employees.

Who's weak shit does he have to push, this time?

Do his fans have to put up with Cumberbatch being mocked by the choice of poems that Usher and Bying pick for him?

Is he going to be forced to say 'I love you' to his Ex-partner, Hunter, again?

In addition, the popularity of this farce has gone downhill.

#WTF!! #Letters Live is a criminal enterprise #Barely disguised money laundering that doesn't even pay that well for the suckers who produce it! #AND FUCK WOODY HARRELSON!! #Stupid Marxist Motherfucker #I see now why Prince William did not pick the Royal Albert Hall for the last BAFTA #There us something bery shady about that place #benedict cumberbatch

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

Alrighty, have a remade Pinned Post

Decided to go ahead and remake my old pinned post. This should have all the info about me you need lmao. Will probably have some copy-pasted info, this is mostly for formatting, adding extra information, and the like. Also should be easier for me to edit.

I don't use "Carrd" or whatever you people are calling it nowadays. I grew up in the era of “don’t give out personal information dear god wtf are you doing”, so this is basically going to be the only info you’ll know about me, most likely for a long time. You are not obliged to give out your legal information (age, living location, etc.) to self-entitled randos on the internet. The internet honestly shouldn't know anything about you lmao.

Also no real specific DNI, if somebody doesn't like my content then there's no need to bitch at me, and if I block somebody, this is my space first and foremost for me to curate. Closest thing is that I don't trust people who make aggressive dumbass discourse/stupid in-fighting discourse 99% of their identity lmao, people like that could be actually learning about nuances and doing actual activism instead... And I'm going to leave that at that.

Seriously, stop in-fighting, you're just making it easier for jackasses to legislate you out of existence because you're divide-and-conquering/eating yourselves instead of having proper solidarity and respect for people's personal choices/experiences/variance/identity. It's getting extremely annoying. I guarantee that 99% of people outside of the community/microcommunities don't even know about all of these arbitrary distinctions/arguments, let alone care. You're just cannibalizing yourselves while alienating potential allies/potential members of your community. This world isn't black-and-white, stop stressing yourself into grey hairs before the age of 16, what the fuck.

Shipping/fanfiction discourse is stupid. Don't come to me about shipping/fanfiction discourse. None of the terms used in the "greater" discourse mean anything, they're vague, ephemeral, and easy to rewrite. Both "sides" are ridiculous and filled with jackasses and fools, both have serious problems with using abuse survivors as "gotchas" against the other, being racist, queerphobic, xenophobic, and literally every other prejudice under the sky, and not having any discipline, tact, or the ability to mind their own damn business. Both sides need to learn some self-awareness, proper tagging (especially if being posted in a public forum), proper blacklisting, and that 90% of the shit they're fighting about doesn't matter in non-fanfic media spaces. I don't consider myself to be on either "side" because my experience with people who get so wrapped up in it has been overwhelmingly negative and with people on both sides accusing me of being on their opposite side. There's a lot more nuance here. Some people just read things in bad faith, whether it be through ignorance, being deliberately malicious, or the story just being really badly written. It's ridiculous.

If you have no unique icon+description+content when following me, I'm probably going to report you as a bot. I know about this place's bot problem (and the forms the bots can take) and don't really like taking chances on that.

I also do not share donation posts. Those are not my wheelhouse and I can never tell if it's a scam or not.

Other than that, if I think you're annoying and/or the like, I block. I've been getting more liberal with my blocking lately.

Name: [REDACTED]. I am not giving out real names, what the fuck? Just call me Brackets, though I still respond to Ashlynnii and sometimes to Frost/Ashes (i.e. my Steam username).

Just try to figure out my pronouns lmao. I don't really give any fucks, this is the internet and again, nobody is entitled to that information. I'm honestly fine with anything that isn't neos/xenos.

Also, Asexual (I think... I've don't really recall ever having sexual attraction to anyone, real-or-fake) and [still-figuring-it-out]romantic. 👍‍

I’m all over the damn place with my fandoms, honestly. That’s for you to figure out. I also feel gender envy for unhinged middle-aged/old men lmao.

I draw and write, though I only post my writings on DeviantArt due to their… strange content. Art tag(s) here are “Brackets Draws” and “Brackets's Art”. For original text posts I use "Brackets Talks", for posting original video game-related stuff I use "Brackets Games", and if I add something to a post in a reblog (and not just ramble in the tags) I use "Brackets Adds". If I tag something “lmao” it means I’m filing it under “funny”.

...Politics has been heating up more and more lately, so if you don't want to see when I reblog stuff like that, then watch out for the "politics" and "discourse" tags.

Misc. interests include memes, being a furry (just have a fursona, not really a fursuit-er or the like. Fursona’s name is Brackets.) and Transformation content. No, not bloody Transformers, Transformation! They’re different! That’s what my “strange content” that I write about on DA is about, and I also make memes of it on Reddit/YouTube. It’s commonly just called “TF”. If you look in my TF folder on DA… be warned! Weird shit! I post it to Reddit (on a specific subreddit), but I don’t post it on Tumblr! I've seen enough people brigading against TF content exclusively on this site way too much for me to risk drawing in those asses. If you post weirdo horny comments on them you're getting cursed out lmao.

Now to list off other places you can find my content:

DeviantArt - Newgrounds - Reddit - Youtube - Art Fight - Toyhou.se - Neocities (Still huge WIP)

#Brackets Talks #Pinned Post #long post

[panainpublic]

i literally just finished shadow and bone and i am dutch so i get to shit on the dutch usage and pronunciation now hehehe >:D

i kept track of all names and words and stuff that i thought were dutch(-inspired) based on the word itself or context, then divided them into 3 categories: "yup, thats correct", "aaaaaalmost", and "wtf is this." (pronunciation will be thoroughly criticized later.)

(disclaimer i have only read a small part of SoC due to ✨life✨ so this is mostly based on the show)

yup, thats correct

the following words/names are completely believable, both in context and the name itself, + why:

tante Heleen - tante = aunt and Heleen is a very Dutch name; Dreesen is a real last name; Edam is a real place (their cheese is pretty good); Rozenstraat is a very generic and common street name; Edyck is the fancy old spelling of Edijk, which is probably either a place or someones name; Rietveld is a real last name; stroopwafels are real and oh so very good; Appelbroek, aka apple bottom jeans (or apple pants ig), could probably be a place name; Hiemstra is probably a real last name; Saskia is a very Dutch name; Lij could be a real place; Kooperom sounds so much like a real restaurant i actually would want to eat there now.

aaaaaalmost

these seem like theyre actually dutch names at first glance, but its just a little... wrong. off. (again, + why.)

Ketterdam, as ketter means heretic (probably why its named that tbf), would never be a real place name. it sounds very weird; "goedemorgen, fantomen" was pronounced so wrong i had to take another listen to pick up what he was saying, + wed use "spoken" instead of "fantomen", especially in the context of surprise survivors; Jakob is fine, but Hertzoon would be spelled Hertszoon. even then, its still weird - -szoon was only used with the fathers name, and "hert" means deer, which isnt really a name; Henrik Van Poel would be correct if Van was spelled without a capital. its a "tussenvoegsel", an infix, which behaves a certain way in dutch, including not being capitalized when the whole name is written out; (B/D)uysberg (dont remember exactly) is almost correct, but idk, something feels just a little off about it, especially if it was Buysberg, which is what i think it was; Kaz would be spelled with an s and maybe a C depending on the full name, and Brekker is right but just doesnt feel like a real last name.

wtf is this.

these arent dutch. these will never be dutch. no. (once again, + why.)

Kerch just doesnt sound or feel dutch, even when pronounced the dutch way (which it isnt in the show); stadwatch is a combo of dutch and english, which wed never do like this - just call it the stadswacht or the city watch, both sound better; Sturmhond is a combo of German and Dutch, make it Stormhond and id believe it (but i guess it was made up by a Ravkan, so its excusable); kruge is just not it.

alright. time to learn some dutch pronunciation and spelling rules.

all letters are pronounced, except, depending on context, for final -n.

g/ch = /x/ or /ɣ/ (make an s or z sound, roll your tongue back until its in the same spot you pronounce k), except for loan words.

ee = /eː/, or "ay".

y/ij/ei = /ɛi̯/ - closest thing i can think of is New Zealand "face" or Scottish "write". /aɪ/ ("I") would be acceptable.

uy/ui = /œy/, like finnish äy. nothing similar in English.

oo = /oː/, "oh".

oe = /u/, "oo" as in "loo" (not as in "book")

the rest is either right or depends on context.

"goedemorgen, fantomen". oh boy.

okay, so far we got /ɣud[e]m[o]rɣ[e] f[a]nt[o]m[e]/, where the letters in brackets are not yet explained and not necessarily obvious in pronunciation. from what i can recall, only one of them was pronounced correctly.

but lets start with stress patterns in dutch. the stress will always fall on the root of any given word, unless its a relatively recent loan word. in "goedemorgen", "morgen" is the root with the stress falling on "mor". they got this part right. in "fantomen" the root is "fantoom" with the stress falling on "toom". theres also secondary stress: "goedemorgen" is a compound of "goed" and "morgen", so it falls on "goe". in "fantomen", -en marks plural, and therefore secondary stress is on the other syllable of the root word: "fan".

if "e" isnt stressed in a word, its almost always /ə/ (e in "burden"). in this case, no e is stressed, so its all /ə/.

the first "o" is followed by multiple consonants, so its /ɔ/ (o in RP "sorry").

the second "o" is the shortened form of "oo".

"a" followed by multiple consonants, so its not the short form of "aa", and pronounced /ɑ/ (generic american english first a in "always")

this makes our sentence pronounced as /ˌɣudəˈmɔrɣə(n) ˌfɑnˈtoːmə(n)/.

#shadow and bone #long post #this is how i show love alright let me be #pana says things #wait i guess theres technically a spoiler in here #shadow and bone season two spoilers #sab s2 spoilers

[ididntwantthisacount-blog2]

Headcannons for a(nother) dumbass au

EDIT: AHHHH, FORGOT THAT SOME OF THE SCREAM CHARACTER HAVE THE SAME FIRST NAMES AS RE CHARACTERS GONNA PUT THEIR MOVIE IN BRACKETS IM SORRY SIRUHDFHJJUJUSDJKSD

(I may or may not be watching scream 5 and thinking of the absolute shit-show of what would happen if I just ploped a bunch of ghostfaces((+ Sidney)) in with the RE crew. and I may or may not be on a roll tonight and gonna write that shit)

this is just bcs I love the scream movies lmaooooo

SPOILERS FOR ALL SCREAM MOVIES

(this blog has become the land of the stupid and impossible AUs)(might turn into a series and add more good guys like Gale and Dewey and Randy, bcs I can bring back whoever I want in my own dumb au)

I mean, if its all current ghostfaces then there's some geeking out from the Scream 5 ones about the others(but im not here for that, im here to stick them in with zombies, so we can all just imagine them freaking out about one another and get straight to the au stuff)

Also, gonna ignore the Stab movies and just say we dropped the ghostfaces and Sid in a universe where that isn't a thing.

Sidney is involved how? I think im going with current Sidney from 5, so she's being chased about by the 9 killers she thought were all dead, so im just sending her to the RPD for help.

so yeah, like in the AvP au, the STARS crew is pretty busy. but someone saying that they are being attacked by serial killers might be taken more seriously that someone talking about aliens. so ima say they believe her.

they still might not have time though.

I would say they put her in a safe house or something, but that's boring. so to the mansion she comes

she's survived enough to know how to follow horror rules, so she may surprise them with how good she is.

that being said, there's a huge difference between klutzy teens in costumes with no peripheral vision and a fucking hunter.

she's not gonna let herself trust anyone because of her previous problems being part of a group.

even so, she probably gets attached to the STARS crew pretty quick. especially cause Dewey was a cop(and she married Mark from scream 3, also a cop) so she is used to trusting them

so it's gonna hit hard when Wesker turns on them.

she's used to it, and knows it wasn't aimed at her(probably very refreshing for her, it always seems to be targeted at her) but she's mad bcs she really has decided she likes the STARS crew

she thinks Rebecca is the most wholesome smol bean and wants to kill Wesker for shooting her.

when the Tyrant does its thing she's like 'fucking n o p e'

she fully understands that they always come back, so she rlly wants to go shoot Wesker in the head to make sure, but what can she do while being chased by the Tyrant. (if I make a series out of this, there will be a lot about how she's finally gonna face an actual semi-immortal villain after so long of just humans and tons of talk about supernatural monsters like Jason and stuff, blah blah they always come back, and now she's gonna wish she'd listen to Randy a bit better)

oh yeah, I forgot the ghostfaces

lmaoooooo. this whole thing was kinda about them, and I forgot about them.

(off topic as shit, but Richie was right. thinkin about having to address hate comments and yeah. how can fandom be so toxic when its about love?)

ok, back to the ghostfaces.

Wesker wants Sid out of the picture bcs she might fuck up his test data or something.

that's just an excuse for me to have him bribe all the ghostfaces to help him in return for him capturing Sid for them.

if they all came to the mansion I think we lose Amber, Charlie and Stu right away. they might be the weakest of all the ghostfaces

Richie is sticking to Billy[scream] in such a way that it might become a problem. after they both lost their partners right away they might just decide to hang out

Jill[scream 4] isn't really upset about losing Charlie, but she's gonna die next.

its possible that Wesker killed her bcs he's sick of her drama queen bullshit.

Roman is like 'wtf ok mr corrupt cop man' - I also think Roman might last longer than most

Chris or Jill runs into the group of bumbling idiots and I think we lose Mickey and Mrs. Loomis (she tried to offer him up and they both got shot)

so that leaves us with Billy[scream] and Roman and Richie

im thinking bcs they r my favorite 3 ghostfaces they get to live by just kinda dipping after that.

If this becomes a series I might retcon other deaths I stated here.

Ima imagine a funny scenario where the 3 I let live knew Wesker got stabbed by the Tyrant and he shows up and they freak the fuck out.

omfg ghostfaces in a full on outbreak is such chaos.

stay tuned for more bullshit

holy shit that was long

#resident evil #albert wesker #chris redfield #jill valentine #shitpost #rebecca chambers #crossover #s.t.a.r.s. #crossover au #scream #sidney prescott #ghostface #billy loomis #stu macher #Mikey altiari #mrs loomis #Debbie salt #roman bridger #jill roberts #scream 4 Charlie #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 2022 #scream 5 Richie #scream 5 amber #stars-ask-blog.tumblr.com #https://askressiebadguys.tumblr.com

[boringsideeffect]

i've been thinking about gender and my specific feelings on the matter and where i fit withing the spectrum and it's just... so complex, i guess? idk. i'm afab. i've never felt truly comfortable within the feminine gender - idk - bracket? (sorry, i literally don't have words, apparently) for a long stretch of years i haven't been truly paying those feelings/thoughts much attention (i had to focus on staying alive and somewhat sane, and then i've been in a relationship with a partner that was ignoring anything "other" about me and was trying to make me fit into a "perfect girlfriend" type person) but they have been surfacing every now and then. ever since breaking off my engagement and leaving that relationship, i've had much more time, energy and motivation to do a lot more thinking soul-searching and trying to figure out what feels right, and for some time i thought the genderfluid "label" might fit me, and to a certain extent i still do think so i guess, but i've come to realise that there might be something else, maybe? i'm getting increasingly uncomfortable with using feminine terms while speaking about myself and feminine terms being used to address me & talk to/about me. and in a certain way it feels like i still don't know anything about myself. i've spent the last four years trying to get to know myself better and i still don't know shit. i'm 32 and i'm sitting here, baffled. like, who am i even? am i genderfluid? am i. am i trans? i don't know! and who should know me better than me? no one! i know! it's a wholeass shitshow in my head sometimes. sometimes i feel like crawling out of my own skin. i've known for a long time that i'm not entirely comfortable within my own body, and my hips/thighs and boobs especially are a weird area for me. sometimes i'm like Wouldn't it be wonderful to just magically wake up with a more "masc" body. i know it's a minor thing but i got my hair cut short (again) recently and when i look at myself in the mirror (esp when i'm wearing a sports bra and a looser-fitting shirt) i get such a thrill. every time my online friends (who - btw - are so good at reading my confusing cues, like wtf you guys, you're legitimately the best) say shit like "dude", and "you're a lovely guy", and "you're a pretty boy" when i'm shamefullylessly fishing for compliments, i feel like i'm being stabbed in the chest if being stabbed in the chest was the best feeling ever. and i kinda wish i could feel like that all the time. but i'm scared. that's what it all boils down to in the end, isn't it. i'm 32 and i'm scared and i don't even know how to talk about this to myself, let alone to other people. oh and don't even get me started about the prospect of dating and the sheer overwhelming sense of terror having to either 1) explain someone else the weird, convoluted feelings that i have (and being fucking terrified of what they're going to think) or 2) bottling it up inside and trying to put up with language i'm not comfortable with being used about me. even without all this i'm pretty certain i won't ever meet someone who would be right for me, and this isn't helping. my other language (the one i'm using most offline) is also stupidly, unnecessarily gendered so that sucks too. i shudder at the prospect of being called someone's girlfriend. i'm terrified of having to explain someone else that i'd like to be called their boyfriend but i'm not transitioning and i haven't told anyone irl about all this because I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT. sometimes i feel like i'm drowning in it. ugh.

#personal #gender thought #tw gender dysphoria #feel free to ignore i'm just trying to sort through my thoughts and having zero luck

[nedflix-n-chill]

House on the Edge of the Park Just stop reading now, this is gonna be a shit show. I really just wanna talk about the ending but since I don't like spoiling stuff either this review will play out in two ways. 1) I keep it so incredibly vague that the entire thing ends up being incomprehensible or B) I still end up inadvertently spoiling it while doing my best not to. I'd especially wish I could just jump to the end because everything leading up to it is vulgar, ugly, and a mean-spirited bit of unending nastiness (the film opens on a brutal rape and that's not even close to the last one we'll see so here's your TW). But I expect no less from the director of Cannibal Holocaust. But what I did expect was maybe a smattering of social commentary. Say what you want about CH but it has a clear message its trying to get across. And for a movie that's so blatantly inspired by Last House on the Left (from its geographical "House" title to starring LHotL star David Hess) it's wild that it kinda misses all the timely shit about the death of the "peace and love" generation Craven loaded into it. Maybe it's because it was so deeply American or maybe it's just par for the course for Italian ripoff movies to wholly miss the point of the original. They movie even sets us up for a class conflict, it clearly pits the poorer working class against some rich yuppies but like while I'm all for killing anyone that hits a certain tax bracket, I don't get any sort of enjoyment watching them get raped a bunch of times over the course of 90 minutes. These young successful couples are kinda pricks but David Hess's character is so vile, absolutely no one is rooting for him. And then the end happens and seriously wtf?!?! It's so amazingly dumb and makes me question every single choice any and every character has made up until this point. This is the part where I truly wish I could tell you just how fucking dumbly this all comes together but I won't spoil shit. It's not even a unique twist, it just makes zero sense in the context of the film, completely shoe-horned in but it's ridiculousness honestly saves this movie from being 90 minutes of straight unpleasantness. https://www.instagram.com/p/CnNhTY7OcIj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myungodlyhour]

INFORMAL RANT OF THE MONTH INCOMING

After this I’m not posting about it anymore

A lot of black people tend to forget or ignore the fact they’re black and what black people, especially the average black person goes through, when they’ve become integrated into certain communities and/or tax bracket. Or even if they grew up in a certain class.

What do you mean you don’t associate with “them?” You don’t have time to deal with “them?” (And people say it in a very specific, nasty way)

What, do you see yourself as the good colored folk that’s tolerable and not the n***a or hard -er?

Especially you light-skins and mixed people. And I’m not considered dark or light skin at all (and def not mixed)

What do you mean you don’t support BLM? The basic saying and meaning of the movement, not the drama of what goes on behind the scenes (that’s a whole other issue).

BUT THIS IS MY MAIN ISSUE AND THIS IS FROM EVERYWHERE NOT JUST THIS APP

Of course no one should lean or depend on a victim mindset. Yes there are lazy black people. Yes there are very successful black people. But to decide to truly disregard the fact that despite there being successful black peoples in whatever venture they call being successful at, there is still a system in place to continue oppressing black people to this day is very weird behavior to me. Not to mention disregarding racist people who either built these systems, are the CEOs or board members or whatever person making decisions and upholding these practices— some who y’all want to marry or surround yourself with

Like wat do some of you mean “republicanize” yourself as a black woman to get into certain places or meet certain men? Yes that’s very specific to tumblr I remember seeing that the first few WEEKS of being in a certain community and being like oh hell naw. That’s very dangerous behavior to me you weirdo. Wtf is wrong with y’all? Y’all really wanna end up like candance owens????

Like does it have to spelled out for y’all? Do you really need a reminder?

How black peoples skin, the simple color of skin has historically and to this day been seen as evil and associated with the devil. Why do you think many shoot now (think guilty) ask (if they can/think and/or find innocent if there even was a crime taken place) later?

I’m even talking about the prices of healthy food at grocery stores, or the amount of corner stores in majority black neighborhoods than white neighborhoods where a corner store won’t be seen for miles while Whole Foods and other places are stacked there

I’m talking about the distance from black neighborhoods to healthcare facilities. The way the racist idea and practice of “black people don’t feel pain, or at least not as much as other races” are still taught in some med schools and/or textbooks, leaving black peoples to have awful health care and in many cases deadly. Oh my not to mention mental illnesses in black people are dealt with (even within our our own community). How little black girls are seen as more adult by adults and/or authority figures compared to their girl peers by the time they hit the 4th grade.

I’m talking about how lopsided the education system is. How truly absurd it is in the different resources the public schools are in predominantly black neighborhoods than white ones. Or for you private and catholic school folks the same thing. It’s been said so many times but the funding difference is ludicrous and so many other problems. The education they receive is not the same. Especially when learning disability comes into play. Almost my entire family on my maternal side, beside me and my dad, and many people I kno work in the education field say this. And this includes PWIs vs HBCUs

I’m talking the pay gap no matter your degree/profession and what senioriy level you’re at including gender.

Don’t even get me started on how no matter your education level, or what school you went to people are surprised that you, a black person is intelligent and can speak articulately (I had to restrain myself at school when someone passive aggressively said that to me) Or how unqualified they will forever be in the eyes of racist people. Literally honorable justice (now scotus) Ketanji Brown Jackson just went through it during her confirmation hearing as a nominee

I’m talking redlining hun and all that comes with that. THERE ARE STILL SUNDOWN TOWNS IN THIS COUNTRY

I’m talking about how black people, even kids are followed in stores as soon as they walk in (this has happened to me before when I was with my sister and mom, and another time when I was with my friends, and how this has happened to so many people I know including my brothers). How black people are always accused of about to rob a bank by the front desk people before they even ask them if they have an account there. How the AVERAGE racist person working as a cashier automatically thinks a black person is on food stamps or some welfare check or won’t have enough to pay for their groceries or items. How at times black peoples are asked to pay before getting their service “just in case” (I’ve personally never heard of that happen with others)

You kno why a lot of black people are financially illiterate and/or have more financial problems than white people even when they try and learn and practice what they leadn? Why the vast majority don’t have money, or enough set aside for their kids to go to a good school, even if they get scholarships? Why so many drop out for different reasons. Literally this white girl I went to school with said her parents set aside $100k for her and we just looked at her like wtf? And their jobs weren’t crazy or they didn’t invest.

There’s so much more I could list and say and explain

But y’all don’t know or choose to understand or acknowledge that there are so many hardworking black folks out there (young and old) who are really trying despit the odds against them and they try so hard not to use the “excuse” of “the system is against me” when it really is. How hard they try to ignore/swallow the bullshit they go through on a regular basis to “make it”? And how deeply upsetting it is to see some not be able to overcome it? I’m surrounded by these people because I grew up with them.

I’m now meeting and am starting to also surround myself with black people who also come from a similar background as me or not who are successful and they too acknowledge the truth, and have experienced some if not all of these. My aunt has a PhD, won an election on the last election ballot to become a trustee at a college where I’m from, is very successful and has a beautiful family and happy marriage (from what I can see) and points this out. The two directors of diversity and inclusion at my university who are black even stated some of this even goes on at the very school they work at/I attended, to the point the previous one ended up leaving. So many black workers have left that school during the 4 years I was there.

Finally this goes to say that just because you, as a black person, have became successful at whatever you wanted to become successful at (career, education, everything under lifestyle, etc) doesn’t mean racism and other forms of oppression toward black people, especially the average doesn’t exist. Or lie to yourself and say it’s getting better.

Like wat do you mean stop having a poverty mindset as you move up in the world? Fam a lot of people continue to have that because they kno what it was like before and use it as motivation to not fail and go back.

Like wat do u mean stop talking? And this is when you’re being asked about anything regarding this “topic.” Are you afraid to make certain people upset or uncomfortable to point out where most likely their “old money” wealth comes from/how they’re able to have that while the vast majority or black families in this country don’t? Or if they did, not anymore (and yes I’m talking the destruction of black Wall Street. Yes I’m talking about how Central Park in New York was a black neighborhood before it was torn down to build a park leaving many if not all displaced). I’m not even talking about how the 1% is able to exist against the general rest of the 99% of the population.

I don’t usually like the term “sellout” but it’s the best I can come up with right now instead of using the other one. Like seriously gtfoh

It’s not about not being able to handle what it takes to “fit in” cus I want a certain life, and I know I’m heading in that direction and you better be damn sure I’m still gon speak and acknowledge the truth. I’m still gon prioritize helping my people, even if it’s simply the people back home. Not because I feel obligated (though it’s funny how people, in this case certain black people speak of charity and how important it is but treat black people in need like dirt and barely an afterthought), but because I care. And the people I surround myself with know and deeply, sincerely appreciate that about me and want to help in ways they can.

And really, I’m not trying to sound like I’m better than anyone on any type of scale you want to use.

And no I didn’t misunderstand or take out of context anything anyone said.

I kno I might come across as mad or aggressive, but this really gets me going cus we really need to do better, be better support systems for each other, especially when when people reach out.

OK NOW IM DONE.

#black people #rant over #society #hypergamy #black girls in hypergamy #black femininity #racisim #america

[deepspaceclawstation]

Tom Paris is someone who doesn't seem like much on paper and arguably as the compulsory straight white guy his presence in the main cast is frustrating but on screen his character...really works!?

Like he has interesting dynamics with basically all of the crew - He is Janeway's rescue project, he and Chakotay have 'history' (and yet respect each other), he has an ongoing romance with B'Elanna, he acts like an emotional foil for Tuvok's cold logic, he basically took Harry under his wing (and taught him to loosen up a little), he and Kes were good friends, he was the first one to give Seven a warm welcome when the rest of the crew were cold to her and he also acts as a foil for her practicality (and she's amused by his antics), he acts as the Doctor's apprentice (and is the butt of his many dry jokes), and lastly, he and Neelix also have a weird bond which they somehow developed through co-parenting an alien. He's even close to Naomi and Samantha Wildman (he's the only one who calls her 'Sam' as far as I remember). Talk about a friendly dude!

He also has a very interesting perspective on the happenings onboard Voyager and adds a unique flavour of sarcastic commentary. Also, he's basically a nerd, kind of a Trekkie in space. That should be annoying and condescending but surprisingly it's not.

I just wish that the writers hadn't pushed him into the 'rebel' archetype that doesn't really work for his character (imo) and instead just let him be the middle-aged dad who works on cars and listens to old rock bands and plays golf that he clearly wanted to be.

#I don't even like Tom Paris that much but he gets so much bad rep on some online fan spaces #The formatting on this is atrocious I'm so sorry #especially wtf is up with the brackets #Ehh...whatever #Tom Paris #Character meta #VOY #Star Trek #Mine

[lov3nha]

fwb!heeseung

pairing: heeseung x afab!reader

genre: smut, angst, high school!au, theatre kids, alcohol, masturbation, oral sex, sexting, fwb, unnecessary plot maybe idk

summary: y/n becomes fwb with her crush? she actually doesn’t know wtf she and heeseung are and he could say the same. they just fuck all the time and secretly have feelings for e/o

wc: 6.3k

a/n: this is my first fic in like two years, im always open to feedback. also i didn’t know how to end this im so sorry 

It was the beginning of the fall term and you had just joined the theatre club’s design crew. You weren’t big on performing in front of large crowds, so you stuck with being behind the scenes. Your mom was a seamstress and often sold clothes at your family shop in the underground market. None of your friends joined the theatre club, so you had to make new friends. Sunghoon was in your college level econ class, so you just followed him around. You started to get close with him and eventually joined his little friend group. Sunghoon knew you weren’t close to anyone else in the club, so he introduced you to his friends. It consisted of three other students. You stood in between Sunghoon and Eunjoo. You looked at everyone in the circle, naming them and listing the things you knew about them. Eunjoo was a freshman, but a very talented actress. Hyebin was a junior like you, she was also in your calculus class. Next to Sunghoon was a senior named Heeseung. He wasn’t like popular, but everyone knew who he was, especially you. Your crush on Heeseung started in the spring, when you watched him play as one of the three musketeers in your school’s rendition of ‘The Three Musketeers’.

“Are you guys down?” Heeseung took charge since he was the senior. You turned to him, completely confused on what he was talking about.

“Sorry, what are we talking about?” You asked.

“Well, auditions are soon, so I suggested we can hang out today to get the nerves out.” Heeseung repeated the plan.

“Oh sure, just send me the address and I can come after this,” You responded. The group nodded and hummed okays. Since everyone was friends already, Sunghoon added you to their groupchat. You didn’t bother reading the 200+ messages though.

[holy.hoon]: they’re planning to do the addams family ??

[heeseung01]: yea im prolly gonna audition for gomez

[hey.binnie]: wowow good luck guys

[leeunjoo]: good luck to me too bc im tryna get the role of wednesday

When you got to the house, you waited before going in. Being in a room with people you weren’t really friends with made you anxious. And you weren’t even acting in the play, you just do set and costume design. Once you reached the door, Sunghoon let you in and lead you downstairs. This was your first time speaking to them outside of school, so all you could talk about was the play.

After a few more minutes, Sunghoon sets up Mario Kart to play. It was a bracket. You vs Hyebin, Eunjoo vs Heeseung, and winner against Sunghoon. You beat Hyebin because of a red shell. Then of course Heeseung beat Eunjoo because she wasn’t good at games. The way the bracket was set up had you playing against Heeseung. You were ahead in the second lap, but you fell for the fake item cube Heeseung set up the lap before. You (and the girls) grunted in frustration. Sunghoon, on the other hand, encouraged Heeseung. It really wasn’t a close game after you fell behind. Heeseung was way ahead of you, but you didn’t want to admit it. The match was over and Heeseung was preparing to race against Sunghoon. You didn’t even notice your feelings of anxiousness from before were gone.

“Good game, loser.” Heeseung teased you. You wondered what he thought of you since today was the first time you’ve ever interacted with him. For some reason you started getting self-conscious again. You’ve admired him for being so outgoing and friendly. You also knew about his love life through the grapevines. How he was apparently good in bed and was a smooth talker. In the end, Sunghoon was the champion, and everyone left later that evening.

Your phone was faced up on your desk as you were doing calculus homework. Notifications filled your home screen with messages from the group chat. Heeseung had suggested some outfit and prop ideas for the play, since you were on the design team. You slid open your phone, saying that your mom knew how to make clothes.

[heeseung01]: actually? i have some ideas for the set and outfits

[yn.yn]: oo okay send them to me,

[yn.yn]: i can see if my mom can help us make some

[hey.binnie]: ooh y/n can u sew and make clothes n shit?

[yn.yn]: kinda, i’ve just started learning from my mom like a year ago

Heeseung directly messaged you his ideas for the play. For the most part, the characters wore mainly black. Then he asked if you could video chat and you started panicking. Heeseung?!? Wants to call me??? You collected yourself and answered his call. He was wearing a tight white tank top and some grey sweatpants.

“Hi,” You felt nervous again. Maybe you should’ve put some make up on. What are you saying, it’s just a video chat with Heeseueng.

“You look pretty with your hair up.” So, this is what they meant when they said he’s a sweet talker. He was very teasing, but maybe that’s just how he is.

“Oh, hah, thank you. Yeah, I always put my hair up when I’m working on stuff. So it’s like not in my way,” You babbled. That wasn’t even true, you just didn’t know how to respond.

“That’s cute,” There was that smile again and those dreamy, mesmerizing eyes. Wow, I have a huge crush on this dude.

“What did you want to call for?” You changed the topic before you could blow up of embarrassment.

“Honestly, I just wanted to see you.” You audibly laughed. That was so cringey.

“You’re funny. That’s funny.” You laughed to hide the fact that you got butterflies from him. Don’t embarrass yourself.

“It’s true, you’re the person I know least about in the group. This is your first year in theatre, no?” The conversation continued for another 10 minutes. How could you feel so relaxed but so nervous at the same time when talking to Heeseung? You looked at the time and decided to finish your homework instead. Plus, there’s no doubt he has a list of girls on his call list.

The next day in theatre club, the teacher said auditions were being held this Friday instead of next Friday. More days passed and your group started practicing the lines. Heeseung messaged the group chat after school to see if anyone wanted to video chat to go over lines.

[yn.yn]: im literally bout to shower, maybe in like 20

[heeseung01]: send pics??

[holy.hoon]: that’s so gross

[leeunjoo]: ewewww

[hey.binnie]: pls keep that stuff private. we don’t want that in the gc

[leeunjoo]: ^^

[yn.yn]: ur so weird hee

Heeseung often sent you messages about how he couldn’t wait to see you after school, but you never took them seriously. You’ve heard about Heeseung and all the little flings he’s had. You didn’t want to be the next one, but he was so addicting to talk to. It was inevitable, one night your teenage hormones took over. It started when you posted a picture with your friends on your story and Heeseung saw. After school and you went to hang out with your friends. You just happened to wear a shirt that showed quite the cleavage. Heeseung slid up on your story making sure you knew he liked what you were wearing. You thanked him, but of course he had to make things dirty.

[heeseung]: i bet you’d look better with it off

[you]: oh my god, that’s so hot

[heeseung]: yea?

[you]: i was being sarcastic

[heeseung]: are you busy right now

[you]: yes !

[you]: im out with my friends, if you want to get off ask some other girl

[heesung]: but only you make me feel this way~

Everything about Heeseung was bad, but he still managed to cause butterflies in your stomach. You knew this was all just a game for him. In fact, you know he talks to other girls because you were pretty sure you heard Hyebin talk about it in class. You left Heeseung’s message on read and joined the conversation with your friends, but that didn’t stop the teenage boy from sending you explicit texts. After dinner, you went home and straight to your room. Luckily your room was downstairs and the rest of your family’s room was upstairs. As soon as you entered your room you texted Heeseung.

[you]: i fucking hate you

[heeseung]: stop denying that you want me. i can feel it every time we make eye contact

[you]: ughhh

[heeseung]: you could be grunting in pleasure if you just give into what we both want

[you]: ur annoying. im not gonna resond fr this time

[heeseung]: ur so hot when you’re angry, i keep thinking about leaving bites all over you

[you]: heeseung don’t start

As much as you wanted to deny it, you could just imagine Heeseung’s lips pressed on your neck, then moving down to your torso and even going lower. Heeseung grinned to himself when he read your message. He loved how easy you were, he didn’t even have to try.

[heeseung] why not :(

[you] i hate how u make me feel

[heeseung] let me help you change that

[heeseung] i would start with kissing your pretty lips, then slowly move down to your jaw

[you] heeseung please

[heeseung]: please continue? gladly

[heeseung]: god i wnna ruin u and pull on your hair as you’re telling me how good i am

[you]: id love that

You imagined Heeseung’s rough hands roaming your body. Thinking about him turned you on so much.

[heeseung]: mm baby i’ll make you feel so good when im fucking you

All the stories you’ve heard about how amazing Heeseung was made you really curious. Heeseung sent a video of him pulling his shaft out from his sweatpants. You positioned yourself in your bed as you recorded yourself sliding off your jeans. Heeseung stroked himself and asked for you to send more videos. Teasingly, you sent a photo of you in only your undergarments. Heeseung screenshotted the photo, you hesitated to send more. But at this point you were too horny to care about what he was going to do with it. Heeseung’s breathy grunts filled your room and you moaned along.

[heeseung] baby can i plese cal u

[you] yes

Not even a second later your phone began to buzz. His voice sounded needy when he praised you on how you made him feel.

“Y/N, I need you so bad.” He grunted into the phone.

You whined at his words. “Please, Heeseung. I wish you were here.”

“Mm, what would you have me do?” He smiled on the other side of the phone.

“I want you to hold me down while you leave marks on my body. Heeseung, I want you to fuck me so bad.” Your breath hitched as you played with your clit.

“Baby, you sound so cute when you’re needy. I can’t wait to feel every part of your body. From those beautiful breasts of yours to your nice ass.” You heard Heeseung’s speed increase as did yours. “Hmm, Y/N, I wish your lips were sucking me right now.”

You inserted two fingers into your mouth and sucked them, causing there to be a little pop at the end. You moaned Heeseung’s name into the phone while continuing to pleasure yourself. Your whining became louder as you were getting close Heeseung was too. His grunts were getting more vocal, indicating he was close to finishing.

“Heeseung, I’m cumming.” You slowly fingered yourself, riding your high. Over the phone you could hear him panting. He was probably finishing himself off.

“God, I’m a mess,” Heeseung lightly chuckled. “You should go wash up, too.” He suggested. You washed up and went to sleep, not even thinking about what would happen tomorrow. Whereas Heeseung couldn’t wait to make tonight a reality.

The next day, you woke up clearly remembering the events of the previous night. Were you really that needy? How embarrassing. You literally told yourself you weren’t going to be another one of Heeseung’s flings. You sighed and got ready for school. Heeseung didn’t text you at all since last night, but what did you expect. Once you got to the school grounds your friends were talking about their love lives. You walked with them to their lockers and Heeseung saw you. You saw him earlier, but pretended not to. He walked closer to you, trying to catch you before the halls clustered with teenagers.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Heeseung looked at your friends before looking back at you. He smiled at them, and they left you two alone to talk.

“Um, what’s up?” You asked calmly, though your whole body was tense.

“Thank you for last night, I really enjoyed it.” Heeseung’s smile made your heart tingle. The two of you started walking towards your class.

“Yeah, of course? You could’ve just texted me.” Your fingers began to sweat out of nervousness.

“I know, but I just needed an excuse to walk you to class.” Your face turned a light pink from his response. “I’ll see you after school!” And just like that Heeseung left. You wish you had the courage to talk to him more, but the whole mutual masturbation thing was new to you and you didn’t know how to deal with it. Was this a one-time thing? Are you guys fuck buddies now? What happens next?

When you got to class, your friends teased you and asked you all sorts of questions. Like why you didn’t tell them you were friends with Heeseung, or if you liked him, or if he liked you. You knew they liked to gossip, especially about Heeseung. You didn’t tell them because you didn’t want everyone to know your business just like all the other girls Heeseung fucked with. The whole day you kept daydreaming about Heeseung, which was a tad bit unhealthy. You couldn’t wait to see him. As if he was reading your mind, you received a text from him.

[heeseung]: hi y/n

[you]: hi heeseung 

[heeseung]: what class are u in rn

[you]: physics hbu

[heeseung]: im in calculus, its so boring i already finished the hw

[you]: can u send me the answers lolol

[heeseung]: only at a price

[you]: and that is?

The bell rang and it was time for you to see Heeseung. You were so eager to see the boy that has been running through your mind, you didn’t even realize you were speed walking through the halls. When you walked in, he was with a different group of friends. While he was helping them set up the backdrop, you were trying so hard not to stare from the other side of the room. Sunghoon, Eunjoo, and Hyebin showed up and the four of you began to help around the room. How could Heeseung go from walking you to class to not speaking to you? Occasionally, you two would make eye contact, but you were quick to break it. The next time you two made eye contact, Heeseung winked at you. You rolled your eyes at his attempt to flirt, but you also began to tease him. You tucked your hair behind your ears, allowing him to see the bare skin of your neck. Next, Heeseung was sitting on the floor as he rolled his head back. Dirty thoughts started filled your minds. Heesung couldn’t stop thinking about last night and was so ready to take you right there, but he couldn’t.

“Heeseung?” Eunjoo asked and he cleared his throat as he turned to her.

“What’s up?” He responded.

“Can you come help us carry some of the table back?”

Eunjoo and Heeseung walked towards you and you smiled at them. Eunjoo was talking to Sunghoon as Heeseung walked up to you. You were kneeling on the floor, picking up some scraps from the set and you looked up at him.

“This is a pretty sight to see.” He smirked. You quickly got up to help them carry the table to the back of the stage. “Come with me.”

“We have to finish maki–” Heeseung grabbed your arm and took you to one of the dressing rooms in the back. It was dark as he closed the door and locked it. Not like anyone was gonna come to the dressing rooms anyway, but he didn’t want to risk it. He pulled you onto his lap as he sat on the couch.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you since forever. Can I?” You hated hookup culture, but you wrapped your arms around his neck anyway. He took that as a signal for him to start kissing you. He pulled you closer and you could feel his dick getting hard. You sucked on the top of his lip before allowing him to enter his tongue. Feeling his wet muscle, you let out a soft moan. Heeseung’s hands began to explore your body. One hand ran down your back while the other was placed around your hips. You became needy and grinded on him. Heeseung let out a gasp from the pressure you put on his hardened shaft. His lips gently kissed your jawline and down to your neck. You tilted your head slightly to the left to give him more access. His kisses were getting more wet until he got to your collarbone. Your bodies were touching and your hands played with his hair. Heeseung moved your shirt to the side so his lips could suck on the skin near your collarbone. You tugged on his hair in pleasure. Now knowing you liked that, he continued to move up near you neck.

“Hee, I’m not tryna go back out there with hickies on my neck.” You pulled away and cupped his face to pull his lips to yours. Soon, his hands slipped under your shirt and he groped your boob. You moaned in pleasure, grinding on him again. The two of you continued this for a while, then you felt him twitch underneath his jeans.

“Let me help you with that.” You got on your knees and looked up at him while you slowly unzipped his pants.

“Y/N, I need your beautiful lips–” His sentenced was halted as you pulled down his briefs, causing his shaft to hit against his torso. The cold air made him gasp, but it was quickly replaced with your lips. You’ve never done this before, but the amount of porn you’ve seen should be enough, right? Either way, you had Heeseung slurring out swear words. You slightly tease him by licking up and down his shaft. “Don’t tease me, Y/N.” You used your hand to spread your saliva over it before putting your mouth over it. His hips jerked into your hands.

“Baby, your mouth. Please.” You started slowly from the top. Your tongue swirled around the tip, then you opened wider to fit it in. Heeseung started thrusting slowly. Once you got the hang of it, you fastened your pace. Heeseung’s hand found its way to your hair and pushed for you to go deeper. “Baby,” he lightly moaned as you tried to keep up. He let out a long groan and you continued to gag in his dick. You looked up at him to see his head thrown back against the couch. His eyes met with yours and he smiled.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” His praise made you release his dick with a pop before going back to suck it. Before he got close, Heeseung pulled you back up to his face to kiss you again. Heeseung’s hand guided your hips onto his thigh, but before anything more could happen you pulled away.

“Heeseung... class ends soon,” You said in between pants.

The two of you got up and dressed properly. You cannot believe you just gave Heeseung head in a fucking dressing room at school. Luckily it was the end of the day, and you could go straight home after this. You both went to the bathroom to clean yourselves up before returning to the auditorium.

“Where were you guys?” Sunghoon suspiciously asked.

The two of you lied about your whereabouts and Sunghoon somehow believed it. You smiled at Heeseung, silently thanking him for not telling everyone what happened. No matter how embarrassed you felt after doing things with Heeseung, you always did it again. But that was going to change, you were not going to hookup with him again.

Well, that was a fucking lie. The following week, Heeseung came over to practice lines with you and you ended up giving each other head. Then after another week of sneaking around, roles were casted and Heeseung got one of the leads. Sunghoon and Eunjoo didn’t end up getting any major roles, but they were still in it. Now that you were creating the costumes for the cast, you and Heeseung spent a lot of time together outside of school. He came over one day so you could get his body measurements.

“Can you take off your sweater so I can measure your shoulder?” You asked kindly.

“Do you want my shirt off too?” Heeseung smirked, but you weren’t paying attention.

“I mean if you want, but you’ll be wearing clothes under the suit, so I don’t really need the measurements to be that precise,” You answered completely oblivious to Heeseung’s ulterior motive. Heeseung decided to keep his shirt on since you didn’t say yes.

“Y/N, you look so good right now,” Heeseung pulled your waist close to him, causing you to mess up measuring his chest.

“Heeseung, can you not move around. I need to start making these costumes before the end of the week.” You explained.

“Can we take a break? I have something else you can measure,”

"First of all, please never say that again. Second, 6 inches. Third, how the hell are you horny? I didn’t even do anything.” You plopped down on your bed beside him.

“Well, you’re just so pretty and then your fingers were touching me all over. Then I just combined the two, you know?” Heeseung slowly pushes you down. His hand next to your face, trapping you between him and your bed. You scoot up on your bed so that you both can fit on it. Heeseung is still on top of you and you both smile before his lips roughly meet yours. Your tongues swirled around each other’s.

“Someone’s impatient,” You chuckled after struggling to pull away.

“Just keep kissing me, loser.”

You let Heeseung take control of the kiss as your hand roams up his shaft. You can feel it wasn’t sitting right so you slip your hands into his pants to fix it. Heeseung flinches at your touch. He lowers his arm out of tiredness and begins to kiss down your neck.

“Can I leave hickies?” He asked.

“Anywhere I can cover with clothes,” You answered, and his hands were quick to take off your shirt.

Heeseung loved your body so much. He loved how sensitive you were to his touch. It’s like he was made to please you. He starts leaving marks above your breasts as he fondled them. After, he moved down your torso and stopped at your pajama shorts. He looked at you for confirmation before pulling them off. You thought it wasn’t fair that you were half naked while he was fully clothed. So, you tugged on the hem of his shirt to let him know. He lowered himself back down, now directly in front of your panties. He moved it aside, exposing how wet you were for him. Right after he praises you for it, he gently inserts one finger. It slips in easily, so he adds in another one. You release a sigh from the pleasure. Slowly, Heeseung’s fingers thrust in and out of you. Seeing you squirm, he starts curling his fingers to find your spot. A loud moan escapes your mouth. Notifying Heeseung to do it again. As he continued to finger you, his mouth found a way to your clit. Now with his tongue flicking it, you were pulling tight on the bed. His flicking turned into sucking and you were on the verge of your orgasm.

“I’m so close, Hee,” You managed to speak. “Please keep going.”

Heeseung showed no mercy till you finished. The two of you look at each other in awe before Heeseung grabbed a towel. He wipes you down gently and helps you put your clothes back on. You never realized there was this side of him. Was he like this to every girl he fucked? You were so confused because you guys never really established what the two of you were. After you changed you went back to the bed with Heeseung.

“Can it be my turn now?” Heeseung cutely begged. Unfortunately, you mom texted you she was on her way back from work. You quickly finished getting Heeseung’s measurements then walked him out. Your parents didn’t know you were having a boy over and you’d like to keep it that way. You smiled at the dark-haired boy. Till this day you still hated hook up culture. You knew that if you kept doing this with Heeseung you would get hurt. For that very reason is why you still haven’t technically had sex with him. How are you supposed to reject making out with your crush though?

Later that night, you got invited to a party that one of the theatre kids were hosting.

[holy.hoon]: r u guys gonna go jeongin’s halloween party

[hey.binniee]: duhh, im going as maleficent and eunjoo is aurora

[leeunjoo]: yah we’re gonna be so hot

[heeseung01]: freshmen aren’t allowed

[leeunjoo]: not fair

[hey.binnie]: we literally alr planned our fits, can’t u let it slide this once

[leeeunjo]: yea pleaassee heeseungie

[heeseung01]: bro idgaf, its jeongin’s party not mine, but usually freshmen are like looked down on

[holy.hoon]: @yn.yn r u going?

[yn.yn]: im working till 8pm that night, i can maybe come after if im not dead

[heeseung01]: ah that’s actually good timing, i have family stuff till 8, i can pick u up and we can go together

[yn.yn]: okie

 The day of Jeongin’s party arrived and you watched as everyone posted their costumes online. When you got home from work you touched up your makeup from earlier. You threw on a black turtleneck and green cargo pants resembling Kim Possible. It was an easy, quick, and affordable costume.

[heeseung]: what are you wearing

[you]: eww pervert

[heeseung]: i meant to the party

[you]: why didn’t u say that from the beginning

[heeseung]: i don’t have any costume ideas, so i was just wondering what u were gonna wear

[you]: why? u wanna match w me? :P

[heeseung]: ugh whatever

[heeseung]: im omw now

[you]: ok babe

You sent that last message as a joke, kinda. You just wanted to see how he reacted. You weren’t sure if Heeseung was going around telling people you were his new sneaky link, but you haven’t heard anyone talk about it yet. The only people you’ve told were your coworkers because they don’t go to your school. Plus, if you told your friends about him, they were sure to expose feelings for Heeseung– and you were not going to let that happen.

Heeseung hasn’t told anyone about you. There were plenty of girls Heeseung could choose to hook up with, but all he could think about was you. He didn’t know if it was a crush, but he knew he wouldn’t want you to be with anyone else. Before you and Heeseung started hooking up, he used to sext Hyebin all the time. It wasn’t anything to him. They played love interests in the last play, but other than that he didn’t have as hard as feelings for Hyebin like he had for you. I guess Heeseung could call you his ‘sneaky link’, but do sneaky links send each other tiktoks that remind them of each other. Do they give each other song recommendations? Do sneaky links feel jealous when you talk to other people?

“Hi, babe,” Heeseung greeted you as you entered his car. “That name rolls off my tongue perfectly.”

“Shut up. You’re not even gonna mention my costume?”

“You have one on? I thought you were just wearing regular clothes.”

“I’m Kim Possible?” You looked at him in disbelief. Either he doesn’t know who Kim Possible is or your costume was bad. “Well, who are you dressed up as? A 2000s American rapper?”

Heeseung was literally in a white tee shirt and cargo pants with a zip up hoodie half zipped. He just laughed at your joke and continued driving. The ride to Jeongin’s house was like 20 minutes because he lived in a fancy rich neighborhood. As the song played in Heeseung’s car, his hand rode up your thigh.

“Is this your trick into getting girls to sleep with you? Play some R&B music and caress them.” You joked.

“No. This is how I get girls to fall in love with me.” Heeseung played along, but for some reason you were hurt by that comment. You knew there were other girls before you, probably in this exact seat too. And you knew whatever was going on between the two of you wasn’t special, but you wish it was. From the very beginning you told yourself you were not going to get involved with Heeseung like this. Yet here you are in the passenger seat of his car with his hand rubbing your leg.

“Well,” You said as Heeseung placed his hand back on the steering wheel. “You need a new plan because it’s not working.” You pulled out your phone to distract yourself from your negative thoughts.

Once you got to the party, the two of you searched from the rest of your friends. Heeseung was stopped by some seniors you didn’t know, so you searched for them yourself. The journey was very quick, since Hyebin was with that group of seniors. The two of you greeted each other and exchanged some compliments. Then you walked with Hyebin to the kitchen where Sunghoon and Eunjoo were.

“Hi guys,” You cheered.

“HI Y/NN!!” Eunjoo shouted. You noticed the shot glass in her hand.

“OMG, who is letting her drink?  She’s just a freshman.” You questioned.

You were not going to let Eunjoo take anymore shots. So, you took her back to the dance floor. You looked around to try to find Heeseung. You notice him talking to this one girl, dressed up as a Playboy bunny. How basic. Next, he leans over to whisper something in her ear and they both start laughing. Heeseung looked up and noticed you staring at them. You tried to play it off by looking away. How could he run his hand up my leg during the car ride, then not even speak to me at the party. He was so confusing.

When you walked away you accidentally bumped into Jeongin, causing his beverage to spill all over your top. A little yelp escaped your mouth.

“Oh shit, my bad,” Jeongin turned to grab the nearest napkin. It didn’t do much, so you went the kitchen where you see a towel near the sink. Jeongin followed you to try to help.

“You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah, and you’re Jeongin– obviously.” You continued to wipe your shirt, but it still felt wet.

“Here, follow me. You can wear one of my shirts,” He led you upstairs to his room and Heeseung noticed. No way she’s following Jeongin to his room. When you came back down, you saw Eunjoo taking shots again, so you went to stop her before she ruins herself. Hyebin and Sunghoon also noticed her.

“This is why freshmen aren’t allowed. They don’t know their limits,” Sunghoon stated. He decided to bring Eunjoo into a room where she can rest.

Hyebin noticed your change in outfit and asked you what went on between you and Jeongin. You told her the truth, thinking you can trust her. All you and Jeongin did was talk about Heeseung. When he brought you to his room, he mentioned seeing you and Heeseung exchange glances. He encouraged you to go talk to him.

Hyebin laughed in your face. Unknowing to you, she was jealous that you and Heeseung became close. He no longer messaged her for late night hookups, and this confirmed that he replaced her with you. She told you she saw Heeseung go into the bathroom with the playboy bunny. And just on cue, the two of them walk out into the hallway. Your heart drops to what feels like the bottom of the earth. Hyebin pretends to care for you a little bit before leaving you in the kitchen.

Jeongin noticed you drinking all the alcohol and invited you to go dance with him and his friends. He didn’t know what Hyebin had done and was still trying to help you get with Heeseung. Jeongin held your hands to guide you to the music. As you were beginning to feel the rhythm, you saw Heeseung looking at you. You pulled Jeongin closer to you to incite a reaction out of Heeseung, but he continues to just watch you.

“Y/N are you good?” Jeongin asked. He didn’t know why you were dancing with him when you were interested in Heeseung. You pushed yourself closer to Jeongin and his hands roamed around your body kind of awkwardly. But he stepped away when he saw Heeseung come over.

“Ouch, Heeseung,” You shrieked as he grabbed your wrist.

“I’m taking you home,” Heeseung demanded as the two of you were now outside.

“Why? You can sleep with all the girls you want, but I can’t even dance with another guy?” You freed your wrist from him. What kind of hypocrisy was this?

“Oh, it was more than just dancing. You came back from his room in his clothes,” Heeseung explained.

“I didn’t have sex with him, Heeseung. He wasn’t even in the room when I changed. In fact, all we talked about was you.” You shouted and tears began to fill your eyes. “This whole night I’ve been wondering if you were ever gonna come talk to me. But then I find out you’re fucking some bunny in the bathroom!”

“Who told you that?” Heeseung exhaled. “They’re wrong.”

“I saw it myself, Heeseung.” Now the tears were rolling down your cheeks

“What you saw was me coming out of the bathroom after helping her puke her intestines out. I don’t even think about fucking anyone but you.”

“Oh,” You mumbled and wiped your tears. This was so embarrassing. The last thing you wanted was to cry in front of Heeseung.

“Just let me take you somewhere, you’re clearly fucked up right now.” Heeseung looked at you with caring eyes. The last thing he wanted was to make you cry.

“I’m barely even drunk,” You retorted (and lied). “And I don’t want to go home. My parents would kill me if they found out I was drinking.”

“Do you want to go back to my place?” Heeseung meant it in the most innocent way ever. He was not going to take advantage of you while you weren’t sober. You nodded and the two of you entered his car. It was safe to say the car ride was a silent one. You didn’t notice it at first, but his car smelled like him. The smell was intoxicating and almost as strong as the alcohol on you. Heeseung looked at you adoringly and apologetically. He wondered if he should tell you how he felt. When you got his house, you washed up and got ready for bed. You were completely sober now. You felt bad for going off on Heeseung, but you were too embarrassed to speak to him. Heeseung let you sleep in his bed while he was going to sleep on the floor, but you felt bad and offered him to sleep on the bed with you.

“Are you asleep already?” Both of your backs were touching. Neither of you wanted to face each other.

“About to be,” Well, neither of you were brave enough to face each other.

“Oh, okay. Goodnight,” You could feel Heeseung shift the position of his legs. After a few moments of silence, you apologized.

“I’m sorry for freaking out earlier,” You positioned yourself to stare up at the ceiling.

“It’s fine, I’m sorry too.” Heeseung turned around to face you. So, what now? You slowly turned to face him. Out of the tension and closeness between you two, you confessed your feelings to Heeseung. It felt liberating to finally tell him how you felt. Even if it meant ruining whatever you had going on. “That’s not fair, I was going to confess to you first.

You smiled and he pulled you in for a short, sweet kiss. You continued to lie in his arm for a while before kissing him again. Heeseung told you if you kept kissing him, he was going to get h word. So, that’s exactly what you continued to do. Heeseung sat up and pulled you up over him, so that your legs were now over him. His lips found yours once again as he guided your hips on his. You were getting too needy and decided to strip yourself of your clothes. Heeseung did the same. Your hand went straight to his hardened dick and Heeseung grabbed a condom from the table next to his bed. As he placed on the rubber, you positioned yourself above him.

“Are you sure?” Heeseung reassured and you nodded. You lowered yourself onto him gently, causing sexual sounds to escape your lips. “Oh, fuck.” Heeseung panted.

You slowly grinded against him to get used to the size. Heeseung’s had roamed around your back and hips. Soon, he had you bouncing up and down his shaft. You tried to kiss him again, but the euphoric feeling took over both of you. Your breathing became synchronized.

“You feel so good, Y/N.” His grip on your hips got tighter, as did your grip on his shoulders.

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a/n: brahh im ending it here bc im too lazy to write more. thank u so so much for reading and i hope you liked it. idk why but every time i read something i write, i find it super cringey.

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen heeseung #heeseung smut #enhypen smut #kpop fics #kpop smut #kpop angst

[purple-dragon]

some thoughts on wonder egg ep 11 (spoilers!)

hooooo boy i don’t know where to even start with this one

so acca and ura-acca backstory. so they were researchers under constant stress, and they made a child to cope with that. they’re all happy for a time, then acca falls in love and gets married, frill (the child) murders his wife, acca tosses her into the basement, the child, himari, lives and grows up, then commits suicide (caused by frill???), then ura-acca burns her alive-ish and… here we are? 

fr. wtf? like i think i like where we went this ep but also where tf are we going? what is the ending going to be like? (are we getting 1 more ep or 2?) how can they possibly wrap all this up so soon? 

like i’d def support a season 2 but… 

i will say, i didn’t think they were saying that frill causes all girls’ suicides ever, but that she definitely caused himari’s using the butterfly-chan and dragonfly-chan that we saw last ep and in the beginning of this ep. then there’s something about how she’s acting as the call of death (thanatos) here, while they need to find the will to live (eros) to move on 

or something like that???? 

which makes me think that rather than searching for immortality, japan plati’s goal - or at least the accas’ goal - is to figure out what causes girls to commit suicide around that age and prevent it. we’ll see if wep proves me wrong tho

i feel like this ep also pushed the idea that the accas… really don’t know what they’re talking about when it comes to women? like we already got a bit of that a few episodes ago when they were talking about suicide reasons for boys vs girls (and neiru was like ‘tf are you talking about?’), but now we have it straight from the source: they don’t understand women. they built frill on what they imagined femininity to be, and it turned out… like that. 

the popping was so creepy, especially at the end when it sounded like ai did it just before she cracked her (presumably) last egg 

i’m also wondering if there’s any significance to dot and hyphen’s names: both are types of punctuation, and there’s probably two more of them, so what are we getting? slash and bracket or something? but also, why punctuation? 

and of course, this person on reddit did it again with their interpretation of flower language this ep. def worth a read. 

edit to add: i went back and watched the end of the episode again, and it does seem like they’re saying frill is the cause of the suicides that ended up with the girls doing egg gacha which is ??? i’m calling bs though, pretty sure they’re still being unreliable narrators there. if i’m wrong i will be so confused tho 

#wonder egg priority #wep #suicide mention #spoilers #the dragon does meta #the dragon breathes fire

[luxurybrownbarbie]

I’m not sure what to make of this. So this guy that doesn’t text me, views my story though will say he wants to hangout and meet, but says I should text him, it’s up to me where we hangout, when and that he can anytime lol. But sometimes he’ll just open a message I send him and not respond? Why’s he making it up to me to ask him? And sometimes when I text him and ask and he’ll be like “can now/that day but usually can’t because I’m busy? I just don’t understand. Then today I text him today saying “hi” and he responds saying hi and I go “want to hangout this weekend” he ignores me, then I text him today saying “ok you let me know when you can” he doesn’t open it for like 3 hours and ignores me. Wtf though? I don’t understand him. Like why can’t he just say he doesn’t or delete me?

I truly do not know what to say when you send in messages like this. Because you’ll write out, in detail, how a person disrespects you, doesn’t give you any sort of common decency or courtesy, clearly is being disinterested and/or playing games; and then ask me what I think. What do you think I’ll say? “Yes, please continue to give this person your time??” Especially if you’re dealing with men of any age/race/social class/tax bracket, the answer is always to never tolerate any disrespect.

I wish more girls would see mixed signals as the disrespect they are and move accordingly.

#answered

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MIRROR + MARKING — D.Hargreeves

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I’m so upset rn, I accidentally opened the editor of this post on my phone and deleted the entire fucking story when I saved it. Tumblr WTF??? Here’s the story back again, sorry about that guys...

Y/N never really noticed the placement of her mirror before.

Sure, she used it every day when she got ready in the morning, so she knew where it was. It was part of her armoire, a plain white thing that Y/N had in her room for as long as she could remember. It faced the foot of her bed, and while the shitty oval mirror was too small to capture her fully when standing in front of it, it was just wide enough to capture the entirety of her bed.

Many days were spent in front of the mirror, especially after Diego first walked into the diner she worked in. Time before work was spent dolling herself up, wanting to catch the surly man's eye on the odd chance that he would show up. During her early morning shifts was when Y/N saw him the most, looking worse for wear, a grim look plastered on his face.

Whenever he would come in on those mornings, Y/N always tried her best to brighten his night. Mostly it was just arranging his food into faces or making shitty art in his coffee. Eventually, after days of trying and seemingly failing to lessen the weight on his shoulders, she was able to crack a smile from him. It was bearly there, and if she had blinked, she would have missed it, but it was there, and it made Y/N happier than she thought possible. After that, he was a little less hostile when he came in, even making his own small talk from time to time, making Y/N's lonely mornings just a bit better.

Eventually, Diego warmed up to her enough to offer her his name, all smiles when he came in that day, the complete opposite to his normal brooding self. The dinner was empty that morning, like every other before it, just the two of them. The sun was just barely over the horizon, the sky still mostly dark when he invited her to sit with him. They talked until the sun was up, and the first customers of the day came in.

Y/N had to sadly leave Diego to tend to the elderly couple that came in every morning at 7 am sharp, brewing their morning coffee and giving them each a donut with a smile. When Y/N turns back to Diego's table her smile drops, the man nowhere in sight. Y/N feels a pit open in her stomach, though she pushes it aside when the older woman calls for her.

A few minutes later, when Y/N has the time to clear off Diego's table, she finds a napkin with his name and number scrawled across it. Y/N stares down at the little napkin till the bell over the dings, a wide smile on her face as she tucks it into her pocket.

Their dates were usually after Y/N's shifts at the dinner, typically at one of their places for a movie and take-out, since Y/N was tired from running around all morning and Diego with his 'night job.'

That was where they were now, perched on Y/N's bed with the TV playing across the room. Y/N was sitting with her back pressed up against Diego's chest, his legs bracketing her on either side. They were watching an old slasher movie, though Y/N wasn't paying too much attention to which one it was since they had watched them all so many times before.

Instead, she was distracted by the mirror sitting just to the right of the TV, showing the two of them in plain view.

Once Diego got comfortable around Y/N, she was surprised to find he was affectionate, always trying to have his hands on her in some way. It wasn't even sexual most of the time, hand-holding hers or placed on the small of her back.

Diego's touching got more adventurous when they were alone, like now, fingers dancing across the skin of her thigh slowly, the light touch sending shivers down Y/N's spine. His calloused hand travelled around her thigh, moving down to just above her knee, dragging it back up to trace the edge of her shorts absently, before continuing the pattern over again. The touch was so simple, but the affectionate, tender way he did it had her worked up in seconds.

His other arm was wrapped around her waist, blessedly still. The barely-there touches on her thigh were already starting to do her in, body heating with every brush of skin. Diego, however, stays none the wiser, watching the movie attentively even though he probably knew the whole thing by heart.

On Diego's next pass up her thigh, his hands trail inward, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. It's a brief touch, but it's enough to make Y/N feel hot all over. Y/N lets her legs fall open slightly, causing his hand to dip further in as it drags up to the hem of her shorts. Her eyes stay locked on the mirror, watching his hand as it roams her body.

His fingers bump up against her as he messes with her shorts, the brief touch turning her on more than it should. Her eyes flick back over to the TV to try and distract herself, but her eyes stray to the mirror, watching herself squirm as she becomes more and more flustered.

Taking in a stuttering breath, Y/N turns to her right so that she can tuck her burning face into Diego's neck. For a moment, Diego doesn't react to her, just continues smoothing his hand up and down her thigh. Then his hand leaves her, quickly pausing the movie before moving up to card his fingers through her hair.

"Hey, what's up?" Diego says, turning his attention away from the TV and to the top of Y/N's head. When he doesn't get a response, he leans back as far as he can manage with all the pillows surrounding him, hand dropping from her hair to cup her cheek instead, tilting it up to get a better look at Y/N, "Your face feels hot."

"That's your fault," Y/N mutters, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

"Me? What did I do?" When he doesn't get a response, he gently tilts her head up further, and Y/N feels guilty when she sees how confused and concerned he is. "Y/N?"

"Your hands," Y/N mumbles, glancing down at the arm still wrapped around her waist. She didn't notice until now, but with his other hand not roaming, that one was now tracing shapes along her waist.

"My hands?" Diego looks at her, confused, hand now falling still on the swell of her hip.

"Yeah, they uhm," Y/N looks away again, eyes finding their way back to the mirror against her will, "they feel nice."

Y/N punctuates her mumbled statement by adjusting slightly, squeezing her legs together to relieve the ache that had settled between them. Diego's eyes quickly catch the movement, face lighting up in recognition almost instantly.

Diego lets go of Y/N's face to place his hand back on her thigh, pushing it between the two to rub the side of his hand against the slowly growing wet spot on her shorts. The touch instantly has Y/N loosening up, turning so that her back was once again resting against his chest, giving her enough room to let her legs fall open.

With his right hand occupied with the growing wet spot between Y/N's legs, Diego's left-hand slips beneath the hem of her shirt, dancing up over her stomach to palm at her chest. He lets out a groan when he hits skin instead of a bra, fingers instantly squeezing into her breast. Y/N squirms at the feeling, arching her chest up to push into the touch.

"Shit," Diego mutters, dipping his head down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Y/N's neck. He sucks at the skin, and Y/N relishes in the small sting of pain as he continues to rub at her clothed cunt, "You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. Please," Diego nods against the side of her head, hands abandoning her to pop open the buttons on her shorts. The second they're open, he sticks his right hand down the front of her panties, curling his fingers into her cunt to collect the wetness there, drawing them up to her clit.

"God, you don't know what you've been doing to me, sitting up against me like this," Diego mutters, dipping his head down to suck another bruise into her skin. His left arm drapes across her stomach, loosely keeping her in place when she starts to roll her hips into his fingers.

"I mean," Y/N cuts herself off with a gasp, head rolling to the side to give Diego more room, "I think I can feel it, unless that's another one of your knifes?"

"It might be a little bit of both," Diego says, pressing his teasing smile into the side of her neck. With a huff, Y/N lightly slaps the side of Diego's leg, earning a playful bite to the tender skin of her neck in response. The sharp sting of pain rips a startled, high pitched whine from the back of her throat, body jumping in surprise and rubbing up against the growing erection behind her.

"Of course it is," Y/N mutters, pushing her shorts and underwear down her legs to give him more access to her. With nothing redistricting Diego's hands, his fingers can move freely along her clit, cutting off the rest of her sentence with a drawn-out moan.

Diego laughs silently against her neck, puffs of air dancing along her spit slick skin. His fingers are firm but light as they trace shapes onto her clit, arm tightening around Y/N when she tries to thrust up into his fingers. Diego sucks another mark into her skin, teeth grazing along the mark as his fingers quicken just slightly, hips unconsciously thrusting into the small of Y/N's back as he does so.

Y/N finds herself lost in the mirror, admiring the way she looks wrapped up in his body. His thick arm flexes when Y/N tries to thrust up into his fingers again, fingers digging into her him. When he's satisfied she won't move again, he moves his hand away from her waist to instead palm at her chest again. She watches the shape of his hand as he groped her, the shirt tenting around his hand as it roamed. Her own hands fall to the sheets below her, clutching onto the fabric tightly as she wills her hips still.

When Diego sucks a particularly hard mark into her neck, Y/N flicks her eyes up to watch him in the reflection, surprised to find him already doing the same to her. She feels his smirk against her neck before she sees it in the mirror, fingers between her legs applying just enough pressure to have her hips rolling up into them with a choked off moan.

Diego closes his eyes as he gets lost in the action, thrusting harder against the small of Y/N's back when he pulls another moan from her. He drops his hand from her breast, wrapping it around the underside of her leg to easily slide two fingers into her.

"Fucking Christ Y/N," Diego groans, looking down the expanse of Y/N's body to his hand between her legs. Y/N tears her eyes away from the mirror to look down at herself, watching as her hips unconsciously thrust down onto Diego's fingers.

The combined feeling of both of his hands has Y/N in a daze, mirror now forgotten as she lets her head fall back against Diego's shoulder, eyes closed in bliss.

"Please," Y/N whines, desperately rolling her hips to try and get more friction from the fingers thrusting slowly in her, "close."

Despite all of Y/N's squirming, Diego is still able to keep a steady pace between both of his hands. Combined with Diego shallowly thrusting to the small of her back, low groans pressed to her neck, Y/N's shaking and clenching around his fingers as she cums.

Diego pulls his fingers from in her to hold her legs open, wet fingers slipping up her leg slightly, the fingers on her clit still rubbing at a steady, slow pace. Y/N quickly covers his hand with her own, forcing him to stop moving as the touch becomes just shy of too much.

With his hands now still on her body, Y/N can better take in her surroundings as she calms down. Or, more specifically, the wet spot she feels seeping through the back of her shirt.

"I just washed this shirt Diego," Y/N whines, turning around to look up at his red face. Diego ducks his head down away from her, tucking his burning hot face into Y/N's neck, "I have some sweatpants that should fit you, if you wanna change."

Y/N places her hand on his chest, the palm of her hand resting against the thundering beat of his heart. With a broad grin, Y/N presses up to litter his jaw in kisses.

"Now hurry up," Y/N says, looking over to see that her TV had gone into screen saver mode, "I wanna finish this movie before Klaus or Five show up."

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