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ramons-elevator · 8 months

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Fuck it. Appreciation Post for the amazing QSMP admins.

Heres a list of just a small bit of the amazing shit that they did on/for the QSMP and its players:

Made a huge prison/event for Pac e Mike which later turned into a job for Fit for his lore

Helping Foolish out with his Titan by raising it up, lighting it up, and even making sure the brightness of the light blocks where okay for him

Listening to Fit and Phil the day the task was "Make a grappling squawk" and made it interesting with Walter Bob delivering the news

Making Gegg a reality and letting him run for president

Every event is so cool no matter how big or small. The dungeons the The Jaidens did was so fun and interesting. Every new players event is always chaos but very detailed. Even making stuff for French Independence day and the 4th of July so people could experience each other's cultures.

The amazing wedding cake and rings for Cellbit and Roier's wedding

Helping Tazercraft with the Hide and Seek Arena and making the code so they can actually play hide and seek easier

Giving Charlie, Roier, and Max (idk if theres more) key binds so they easily switch their skins and their names in game

The little jokes/ nods to stuff that happens on the server. Like the day after Missa came back and failed a water bucket clutch, they made one of the tasks "Have a water bucket competition".

Them elaborating on stuff that happens on the server. For instance, Bad putting up mini bulletin board at spawn so they keep everyone updated. So the admins started putting the newspaper there so people could see and be updated.

Philza found an insane mob that basically soft locked your game and Phil messaged the admins telling them that information, to which they immediately disabled the mob.

The side NPCs that everyone fall in love with them. From Walter Bob, a random admin who they let the players create a story and love for, to the Capybaras, which are basically the admins having fun but turned into them having their own lore.

The insane enigmas they make for Cellbit and the story it tells. They make the puzzles very detailed and sometimes can hint to other stories.

Fucking making Felps a new member

Making a button so people like Cellbit who frequently switch between Portuguese and English dont have to constant fiddle with the settings and can just switch easily

The fucking insane shit they do with Max and his story is so cool. From what Ive seen, they give him so much room and freedom to make what he wants. Im always so impressed by whatever Max does and the things he does with this server.

They make sure everyone's lore/story is seen/heard and also try to connect the lore together. From what I have seen, nothing is half assed. Cellbit finding books about a powerful weapon? It is used to trap Pac and Etoiles had to go through the nether to get the shield to counter the sword.

Lastly, just listening to the members and hearing their concerns while also letting them having fun. They joke with the members/audience, but also hearing them out when they think something is unjustified.

The admins care so much for this server and put so much work and love for it. I hope they know it never goes unappreciated or looked over.

#qsmp

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 3 months

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second, never first

part one | part two | part three | part four

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - underage drinking, throwing up, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol and yes i am 18) currently not proofread or written with pristine punctuation

word count - 2500+?? (i know its long but i had a bunch of ideas for the beginning)

this is also my first story so pls be kind :) also just wanted to mention that i wouldn’t have the courage to write and post if it werent for other writers on this app so i would just like to tag and thank a few accounts who inspired me to write<3

@lovingmattysposts @flowerxbunnie @strniohoeee @lacysturniolo @strawberrysturniolo @flynnriderishot @stuniolobbg

for as long as i could remember, being the second option was all i knew. just always being the backup, never the go to.

this constant course of events led to my passion of reading and writing, pretty much consuming myself with content or sources that provided me with a sense of belonging, or just putting myself into a different reality.

i always had been drawn to romance. its a un-comforting comfort for me, if that makes sense. i love reading about it and watching movies about it but love just seemed so out of reach. im sure many people feel this way but i just believe there are certain people in the world that just go through life without any sort of romantic experiences. now while that may be true i also think thats just something i made up in my head to comfort myself from the fact that i have never had a single romantic experience, ever. i mean im 17 years old and havent even had my first kiss. hell i havent even held hands with a boy.

that of course all changed during my senior year.

“oh my god look at what cody sent me” anna says.

anna is my best friend, though at times she felt like my biggest competition. she is everything im not. constantly talking to boys, what people consider ‘boy pretty’, very out going and popular. the fun one.

i look over at her phone to see a text from one of the many boys shes talked to in the past year “i thought you guys were done?” i say

“yeah were not talking like that anymore but i still talk to him here and there” she says

“i dont know if thats the best idea, i mean if you guys keep talking hes probably going to get the wrong impression”

“your such a buzz kill sometimes” she says slightly annoyed. i stay silent. I might sound like a complete bitch here but when your friend is constantly talking or complaining about guy, a, b and c you eventually get bored and exhausted of hearing about it, I try my hardest to be understanding when she brings up guys, but I’m apparently never supportive enough to her standards. I suppose she wants me to be there and give her advice but what do I have to offer to that conversation?

we were driving through the school parking lot to park in our usual spot next to chris.

chris is, well complicated. ive known him since 7th grade and hated him up until about 3 months ago when senior year started. the friendship started off with him just parking next to my car everyday and him just pestering me all the time but the longer we kept parking together, the more we grew to enjoy our casual conversations.

we both roll down our windows.

“morning” i say waving at him, anna does the same “hey, i wanna skip first block if you guys are down” he says “you know i would never say to to that” anna says “ehh i dont know about today i have a bio project i need to work on and didnt getting the planning sheet so i should probably head in” i say

“alright, anna come on i wanna get mcdonalds” chris says tapping on his passenger seat.

“looks like its just us this morning! y/n me and chris can just go get food and ill bring you back something for lunch” anna says turning to me.

“ill see you guys at lunch” i say grabbing my bag and locking my car doors as anna gets in to chris’ car and they drive off.

if you havent caught the weird passive tone from anna, thats how she was. no matter how much i tried she always had to be the centre of attention . i honestly dont even think she does it on purpose. i love her and she is my best friend but i just find her insufferable at times, its just who she is. chris is a great friend to me but i always caught the vibe that chris liked anna or at least thought she was hot. which is also why i think he treats her with more respect than me.

now when i said we grew to like eachother i left out a slight detail.

even though i hated chris for most of high school for the way he treated me and constantly teased me, i couldnt help myself from starring at him from time to time as he talked or even looking at his hands. not only was he visually pleasing he could be really sweet and the conversations we shared were really meaningful at times. was he attractive, yes. was he a complete asshole to me for years and still hasnt apologized, yes. did i completely fall head over heels for him when he began to show me his nice side, sadly yes.

its so cliche but i fell for my “bully” so to speak. i hated myself for it but what i hated even more was how much i let my feelings for him effect how i saw myself even more as the second option. if it came down to it and me anna and him were the only people in the world he would still fuck anna before he even though about kissing me.

i know that i might only feel this way towards him simply because hes the only male thats shown me any attention at all. though it hasnt always been positive or romantic it was still something that i had never experienced from a male before.

like i said, second option.

i finish up my final class and head out to my car and wait for anna who is doing god knows what considering i drive her home everyday after school. while waiting for anna, chris gets into his car and starts it to heat up as it is the beginning of winter. i watch what hes doing through his car window as he scrolls on his phone for a sec and then storms into the backseat of my car, always the backseat.

my head whips around to look at him and he looks annoyed. “why do you look mad” i say. “look at what this bitch said to me” he says leaning up to the middle console shoving his phone in my face and i read texts from a girl hes talking to.

friday 3:14pm

alice: chris i cant keep talking to you

chris: what do you mean

alice: i mean that i cant keep talking to you what were doing is messing with my head and i dont want to be a victim of one of your fuck and dumps

chris: im sure i have many other girls who would kill to be in your position

alice: then go have them i dont want to be apart of your sick and twisted hookups

“ok wow” i say my eyes wide “i didnt even know you were talking to alice”

“well now you do, and im not anymore apparently” he says throwing his arms up as he sinks in to the middle seat. “we have been fucking since the halloween party, remember when i kissed her infront of you?” he says in a duh tone.

ah yes halloween. the night i went home crying after said kiss was shared infront of my face.

“yes i remember” i say blankly.

“we were supposed to hangout tonight but she decided to blow me off, i was ready to get my dick wet but i guess ill just have to be fucking boring alone” he says as i make a disgusted face.

“well i dont know what to te-“ i was cut off by anna coming into the car.

“ok sorry i took so long but i was just getting the details for a party tonight!” she says out of breath. chris sits up at the news, “maybe i will get my dick wet then.” he says smirking and jokingly raising his eyebrows.

“what? alice blew you off already.” anna says turning to chris. i dont bother questioning why anna knew and i didnt because im sure i know answer.

“yep and im scoring tonight.” he says fake punching the air as me and anna giggle.

anna and i finished getting ready at her place, her wearing jeans and a hot pink tank top and me in black jeans and a white long sleeve crop top. i stare at myself in the mirror when i hear annas phone go off with a text from chris.

friday 10:27pm

chris: here

“anna! chris is here!” i yell grabbing my phone and my drinks for the night from my bag and start making my way downstairs as i hear her close behind me. i tie up my shoes as i hear her grab her drinks from her fridge and say bye her parents. i wave goodbye to her parents as well and we make our way out to chris’ car.

upon entering were greeted by matt, chris’ brother in the passenger seat.

“hey matt i didnt know you were coming out tonight!” i say smiling at him as loud music blasts from chris’ speakers.

“yeah nicks also going so i just tagged along, plus i need to drive you guys home since chris is drinking tonight.” he says lightly punching chris in the arm. “oh yeah, speaking of nick where is he?” i say. “nicks already there he came with his friends.” i nod in response and sit back starting to chug down one of my drinks. i may be a buzz kill in annas eyes but i knew how to party and loved drinking with my friends.

matt is chris’ triplet brother along with nick. i never really got to know his brothers all that well, i just know that matt has become a lot more comfortable around me and anna as we have started to spend more time with chris.

once we arrive to the party me and anna walk around to see whos there and we meet up with some of our other friends. i can see chris from across the room laughing and talking to nick and matt.

the night goes on and i finish my fourth cooler of the night and head out to the car to grab another. when i step outside the cool air hits me and i instantly regret the 2 shots of tequila i had on top of the fruity coolers i had throughout the night. shivering and rubbing my arms i continue walking to chris’ car to sit down for a sec and when i reach the backseat i see chris’ naked back and steamy windows. i take a step back once i realize whats happening.

i knew he was going to end up fucking someone tonight since thats what he said his plan was but i did not need to fucking see it. hes not mine for the taking obviously, but seeing him constantly with girls just hurt.

i turn around to walk back into the house but suddenly feel sick to my stomach. i hunch over and throw up in the middle of the road. i cough and collapse to my knees continuing to gag as strings of spit come out of my mouth. i hear a car door shut behind me as i try to stand up wiping my mouth. i feel arms grab my waist and pick me up bridal style and thats the last thing i remember before everything went black.

i wake up in a car with the same clothes on from the party, still drunk, my hair crispy and the smell of cologne. i look around me and realize its chris’ backseat im laying in but its still pitch black out.

i hear faint voices outside and the door my head is resting on swings open and my head flys back.

“holy shit chris are you trying to kill her” i hear matts voice. “shut up, i didn’t know you put her head there.” chris says as he starts pulling me out of the car.

“chris” i say quietly. “holy shit your awake” he says leaving me to sit up. “yeah i am, what happened. i think i- blacked out.” i say slurring my words.

“well i was in the middle of getting with summer-“ he says getting on his knees to talk to me better “and i just heard gagging outside the car and it was bothering me and i looked outside the car and you were bent over on the middle of the road throwing up. i just grabbed you and told summer to fuck off and put you in the car while i grabbed matt and anna.”

“oh my god” i say as i nod off.

“woah woah stay with us here, chris lets get her inside now” matt says placing my head back up.

“where is anna?” i question.

“we had to drop her home and bring you to our house since she said her parents couldn’t see you like this.”

“of course” i say

classic anna.

“what time is it?” i ask rubbing my eyes.

“2:44am” chris grunts taking me out of the car.

“ok lets get you inside” chris says pulling me up to stand. “you think you can walk inside?” he says still holding me up. “ill try.”

he lets go of me and i slowly make it up to the front of their house but start wobbling once i reach the steps and feel both matt and chris grab either side of me and help me up to the front door. matt holds on to my arm as he uses the house key to get inside and i walk in.

they walk me over to the living room couch and i slump over resting my head on the arm rest of the couch.

“where is she going to sleep?” matt says. “my room obviously.” chris says as i smile to myself.

“come on y/n” he says picking me up again and bringing me to his room to lay on his bed. “im gonna give you clothes to change into since yours are covered in vomit.” he says opening drawers. i nod my head as my eyes close.

he tosses me a big white shirt with some graphic designing on it “can you dress yourself or-“ i cut him off “yea- yeah i got it” i say sitting up right and hiccup.

he turns around so i can change into the shirt. i begin taking my long sleeve off and i get one arm off before i get stuck. “chris, help” i say quietly and he turns around to see me with my arms slouched and my eyes closed. he rushes over “lift up your arms” he says pulling my hands up. i hold them up as he grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls up. i admire chris as he pulls off the shirt completely throwing my shirt across the room all while being careful not to look at me.

he grabs his shirt and places it gently over my head and then threading my arms through the shirt. “wait” he says walking over to his closet, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and walking over to me with them. i sit there with my eyes closed smiling as i had thought about the scenario of him taking my clothes off many times, just not the me being so drunk i cant dress myself part.

he takes my jeans off and helps me in to his sweatpants still being respectful and not starring at my body. “ill be right back just sit here im going to get you water and an advil.” he say as he walks out of the room. i just sit there, my eyes still closed, still smiling and nod at his sentence.

i lay back down on his bed and wait as i hear him rushing upstairs talking to matt and nick before walking back in to the room sitting down at the end of his bed. “sit snd open up.” i obliged to his words before he places two advils on my tongue.

“im going to fill up your mouth with water so don’t breathe.” he says opening up a water bottle and slowly pouring some in to my mouth while my head tilts upwards slightly. he watches me with concern as i swallow the water.

“please never get drunk like this ever again, you really freaked everyone out kid.” he says. i don’t respond and nod at his words.

kid, the all too familiar nickname chris gave me. it always made me feel weird when he called me this as if he was an authority figure or something.

i lay back down on his bed and close my eyes and quickly drift off to sleep. the last thing i remember from that night is him crawling in to his bed next to me and turning off his light.

“goodnight kid”

thank you for reading!!!

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo edit #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x y/n

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hobisstar · 7 months

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What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader V Last Part

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol. This has been absolutely fun to write for you guys! Im so happy how much love it had gotten over the past month since ive been writing it! I love you all so so much! Enjoy!

Its been about two years since Jungkook decided to let yn go on her own! So far, yn has become the owner of the coffee shop, has opened up plenty of them across Asia and plans to open some in The Untied States.

Life has been looking absolutely beautiful for yn! But heres the thing.

Bodies have been discovered. Fresh bodies. Of course going through what she went through with Jungkook, she feared that this was his doing. That the so called hobby has now reached the news channels. Though it says that the crimes has been in only England, it was still capability of it being Jungkook.

“Yn! Are you even listening? Im telling you Namjoon wants to take you on a date!” Joy, yns now close friend that she has gained from opening the coffee shops.

“Sorry, but i dont think im ready to date. The last guy was for 5 years and it didn’t turn out well in the end.” Yn mumbled looking over at the tv that was on the crime scene of the killings.

But what was showed, made yns blood run cold.

What was at the crime scene was dandelions.

The flowers that Jungkook always used to gift her on days he felt like we did something wrong. He would cut the steam off and just leave the flowers to never be able to grow again.

Was he…back?

It was closing time and of course yn being the owner, she decided that it was her duty to close every single night.

But tonight, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As everyone was leaving she saw a guy with a big hoodie on taking his time to clean up his mess on the table. Putting his crumbs inside a napkin then taking the napkin and closing it tightly then throwing it out.

yn watched from behind the counter taking containers from the counter and putting them on the shelf behind her.

This mysterious guy has been coming in everyday. Same time. She never serves him but she knows Joy does and she hates serving him. ‘His glare, it can kill.’ She would say when describing the eyes of this mysterious man.

While cleaning she saw the guy get up and come up to the counter.

Face mask on and glasses… sun glasses.

Its night time.

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Thats what yn left it as. “ Hi sorry we are about to close soon so im gonna have to ask you to leave..” is what she was aiming to say but once she turned around she saw he just left a napkin with hand writing on it.

She grabbed it and began to read it:

“Hi baby! Oh its been such a long time, oh how i miss you. Our child also misses you. 2 years right? That is let you go? Ah, I remember something. Today is our anniversary! Our now 7 year anniversary. Im picking you up at 11! Be ready!

JJK,”

Yn was at this point shaking. Fear took over her body but was trying to hide it. She wasnt doing such a good job at that. As much as she wanted to call the cops, get him arrested, she knew that those cops had no chance in trying to get Jungkook.

Hed kill them all in the blink of an if he even knew that they talked to yn.

When yn got home she didnt let the fact go that when she got there she obviously saw Jungkooks car right outside her town house.

Mind you this is the 5th time this year she has moved. None of the reasons dealing with Kook but they definitely where personal reasons.

She braced herself, once she goes inside her home, Jungkook will be inside.

She could call the cops and run away from home then go to Jins house.

Actually now that Yn thought about it, what if Jin had something to do with it? He was always to calm for her liking honestly. Why was he always just so calm with him? I mean he explained it yes, hes seen it for so many years but why didnt he at least call the cops? Then again was the cops really gonna help him?

Entering the home, it felt like deja vu. Coming home on anniversary and Jungkook was cooking their favorite shared dish.

Spaghetti! Yn liked it because it was delicious and Jungkook probably like it because it reminded him of blood.

“My love! You are right on time! The Spaghetti is hot and ready to be platted. Get comfortable and come eat”

He didn’t need to turn around for yn to know that it was actually him. He colored his tattoos, became more swoll and also cut his long hair.

Yn didnt change anything or didnt get comfortable since this was all just too much for her.

‘Keep calm and go with his plan, yn.’ Thats all she kept telling herself.

Though what was his plan? Drug her? Kill her?

Well, none of those. He wanted her back. If that meant living in this house with her, then so be it. Jin had Bam so, they’d have plenty of time together.

Finally he sat down with two plates of spaghetti and there he was in all his glory.

He had the cockiest smirk while toying with his now new lip ring before sitting down across from yn.

“ Fucking finally, i have you again.”

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungguk #jungkook yandere series #jungkook yandere #yandere bts #yandere!jungkook #hobisstar writes #jungkook ff #jk bts #jeon jk #spooktober

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ourbelovedd · 3 months

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Sharing a joint with Suguru 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

cw: Weed (duh) , bit of suggestive at the end

word count: 677

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After finishing highschool, you and your boyfriend suguru geto decided to move to new york city together. You had always dreamed of living in the big apple, having the empire state building in the view of your apartment. Well, your dreams came true with your highschool sweetheart Geto, as you both now live in manhattan together.

Although the city life is very nice, you and geto are having a pretty hard time adjusting. There was the language barrier because well, you both were from japan. There was also the culture that didnt make alot of sense to either of you but you tried your best to respect it. Sometimes there was racism, which you honestly didnt give a fuck. And the occasional stare that random girls would give to geto with a wink.

Other than that, life was pretty perfect for you two. Especially since you owned a smoke shop. Almost every night you and Geto would smoke something together. Whether it be just straight up weed, or a cart, you two were always just hanging out smoking something.

This night was especially fun, as you and Geto had taken a tolerance break.

“Suguru, I got a joint you wanna share it?” you ask him.

His head immediately jerked back,” Of course baby, lets have a good time.”

You grab out a pink hello kitty lighter and light the joint, causing the room to start smelling like a whole greenhouse of kush.

“Let me get the first hit.” Geto says, already reaching his hand out to grab the joint.

You pass it to him and he takes a big puff, coughing a bit afterwards followed by a small grunt as the smoke reaches his lungs.

Still with smoke in his mouth, he leans in and kisses you, transferring some of it into your mouth making sure you taste all the weed and get some in you. He passes you the joint.

“Damn, is it really that good?? You had to share some with me?” you ask, laughing.

He nods his head yes, then watches as you take a HUGE hit. You start coughing and coughing and for a minute he gets genuinely concerned.

“You alright baby? Was that too much or?”

“Im fine, this shit is just really strong. Ive never had anything like it before.” You reply, still coughing a bit and trying to catch your breath.

Geto moves over to sit right next toy you on the couch, and puts his head down on your chest, grabbing the blunt from your mouth. He proceeds to take another swift hit and exhales whatever he didnt inhale.

“Y/n, did I ever tell you I love you? Because I love you. A lot.” He mumbles, head buried into your chest.

“Yes silly, all the time! I love you too, Suguru. I think youre my favorite person on earth.” You say sweetly, running your hands through his hair.

“Good, I think youre also my favorite person, I dont know what I’d do without you.” Geto looks up and smiles at you, his eyes bloodshot red and half-lidded.

He brings his hands down to your waist and starts holding you, kissing you and not letting go. His tounge reaches every spot in your mouth as he lets out a small whimper.

You turn completely red at him, your boyfriend was being so sweet. You think about how lucky you are to have him. You think you’d be incomplete without him.

You pop the joint in your mouth and take a big puff, then set it down on the ash tray. Without even thinking, suguru locks you into another kiss, making sure you exchange smoke and saliva, then pulls away.

“Fuck, Y/N, I want this to last forever.” He whined.

You both lock eyes for a minute. Suguru looks down and up at you, then starts undoing the buttons your pants. You look at him and give him a nod of approval.

“Lets go inside, baby.” He says, standing up and guiding you into your shared room while holding your hand.

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always imagined geto being a smoker tbh so this is kind of a scenario i made up😋 I hope u enjoy!! - amiree

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listen-to-the-inner-walrus · 10 months

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hey you seem to really know your stuff with titanic and im curious if you can tell me more about that night? a lot seem to think everyone either just drowned or froze too death, but i have a feeling it was a lot more awful than people realize, considering all the jokes people make about the sinking they seem clueless to the fact this was a very bad and awful way to die, for everyone on that ship, especially the third class :/

you know, ive always thought i didnt know that much about titanic but as ive sat here parsing through what i do know, turns i know a lot more than i thought.

and unfortunately, anon, youre very right, it was a horrible way to die, especially so for the third class.

quite a lot of people did drown or freeze to death which are horrifying ways to go by themselves.

at the time, evacuation plans for big oceanliners were shit so a lot of people wouldnt have gotten their lifesavers on, and off the top of my head, i wouldnt be able to tell you how many people could swim back then, but it was certainly less than today. it was only in the 90s that swimming became a compulsory part of the curriculum in schools in the uk, so unless you had reason to know to swim, you probably didnt know if you were british.

and i dont think i need to go into the biology of drowning to tell you its not a fun way to go. its fucking painful, for one, and two, you would have been terrified if you drowned during a fucking shipwreck.

it was also very cold, unsurprisingly. its the north atlantic. it was about 28°F or -2°C which is a lethal temperature. for some reason, a lot of people think that freezing is a relatively peaceful way to die; its not. i cant speak myself for how awful being so cold youre shivering is (i cant really feel the cold because of nerve damage but thats beside the point), but everyone ive spoken to about it resoundingly says its fucking awful. you also experience disorientation, muscle stiffness, excruciating pain in your extremities as your body pulls circulating blood from them to keep your vital organs going, and if youre very unlucky, you might also get frostbite (which can kick in under 30mins) which will add some burning pain.

an added kicker to the cold is that even if you can swim, the shock of cold water might make it harder. im pretty sure shock also likely killed people outright.

another way of dying if you made it out of the boat and into the water (spoiler: several people didnt) is if you were too close to the funnels when they collapsed, you would have been crushed by 62ft tall metal funnels. dozens died that way and if the crushing didnt kill you, you would have either drowned or frozen to death soon after.

you could have also been killed by any number of things that fell from the ship, especially as the stern (the end bit) began to lift up before the ship finally broke in two.

mind you, all of this happened in almost darkness. the engineers kept the lights on as long as they could but eventually they cut out and part of what made the iceberg so hard to see was the fact that it was a new moon.

one of the other things that made it hard to spot is one of the few not good things, but better: the ocean was relatively calm. it made it hard to spot icebergs because you can normally watch out for the foam of the water as it splashes on them. although it led to the sinking itself, it did make launching lifeboats possible (its hard as hell to launch lifeboats in violent ocean today let alone the dinky little wooden ones back then) and those in the water werent being thrown around as much as they could have been. though thats not saying much.

and of course, there are those who didnt make it out of the boat. movies did not lie to you about that although they did lie to you about the specifics.

historical record suggests that they did not purposefully lock third class passengers below deck like many movies show. testimony from the few third class passengers who survived indicates this which is why im likely to believe it. they were able to get up on deck, but it also wasnt easy to do that.

now, crew have said in the haste of the evacuation, they didnt remember to tell the third class passengers the plan. now is that true or is it just a more favourable story to tell during the inquiry? i cant say, for sure. either could be true and both highlight how we treated the poor in society back then (and as a poor, its reflective of today). as such, many third class passengers simply left the cabins and waited outside to be told what to do and that didnt happen. eventually, they made their way up themselves, some due to the fact that they could see the rising water.

and not all of them made it to deck. some chose not to, and again, going off third class survivor testimony here which is why im willing to believe it. theres a specific story about a woman who put her baby on her lap and simply played the piano until the atlantic rose to meet her. another of a man who told his brethren that he was too old to fight the atlantic, and simply lit a cigarette and waited.

others got lost because titanic was a large ship and it was very easy to get lost. especially in the panic of a sinking ship and under lights that are getting dimmer. luckily, some crew remembered oh shit the poor people exist and went down to help any that needed it, so some were led out but that doesnt mean they all did.

also, sadly, it probably wouldnt have helped. similarly to the engineering crew that kept the engines going as long as they could before evacuating themselves, there simply werent enough lifeboats and they were all or almost all gone.

additionally, there were no lifeboats on the third class deck space so they had to make their way to either second or first in order to get into a lifeboat. dont quote me on this because i might have the wrong place, but this is where there was a locked gate for third class. luckily, they snapped the lock off of it and got the fuck out.

anyway, back to those inside. now some of the people trapped inside likely drowned, especially those trapped in the bow as it slowly filled with water and began to sink into the water. the risk of drowning also got worse, once things like walls and doors gave out and in comes a rush of freezing cold sea water.

but that isnt the only likely fate. a rush of water can push quite a lot of things and terrifying speeds which meant people would have been killed via blunt force trauma or being impaled on something. especially for those in the stern (again, the back bit) as it lifted because gravity is not helping here. those still trapped inside would have held on for dear light as the light slowly dimmed and became redder before finally cutting out as the ship broke in two.

now if you were in the stern and escaped death via drowning, blunt force trauma or impaling, you would have definitely been killed by water pressure. see, the bow was able to fill with water relatively slowly and equally which is why its still decently intact on the seabed because it sank relatively slowly. the stern did not and thats why the stern looks like an underwater crash site. as the stern sank, it sank quickly which meant there were still air pockets inside as it sank. and as it came down, the pressure built and soon the people above water could hear what sounded like explosions. it would have been a quick death, but thats the most i can say.

i cant speak for if any kind of sealife killed anyone. i havent heard of any testimony of that and i dont know whats there in the north atlantic to kill people. i assume theres something there, but i couldnt tell you what.

im also sure i missed some forms of death, but off the top of my head, thats what i got.

and yeah, it wasnt pretty and most of the people who died were third class or crew members.

#anon #titanic #tw death #im not sure what trigger warnings exactly to put here so please let me know if theres any extra #tw drowning #tw hypothermia #shipposting

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aguineapigcouldntdothis · 1 month

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hii im updating on the purim party i went to yesterday! it was so much fun and im so happy i went and i didnt even realize that i and most of the other people there stayed 2.5-3 hours late. the drive there wasnt horrible besides some traffic when a nearby property was on fire, and there was so much food to eat. i made friends and felt welcomed and included even though im not from that city. now that I've done the drive for that ive changed my mind and im thinking i will go to a pesach event next month (if my finals schedule allows for it).

the drive back sucked ass and i was so tired and ended up napping at a random gas station in a town in the middle of absolutely fucking nowhere. i was in a locked car btw dont worry about me. i left at 12:30 and got home at 5am but gas, naptime, and fresh air time took up about an hour. im cool with long drives but at that time of the night it was so hard.

idc too much about the drive bc im totally fine now after the best sleep ive had in years and all the people i met and the food i ate made it worth it! if getting to be around other jews means i have to drive a few hours at ridiculous times then ill do it

#jewish #jumblr

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jazzysnazzys · 10 months

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Love at First Fight.(Part 2)

Joel Miller x Fem Reader, (WC: 2k)

AN: hello again my bees! ive been having a lot of fun writing this in my free time, and i think im going to start posting on here more! if you have any suggestions or prompts you’d like me to write dont hesitate to send me an ask my loves <333 thats all from me, enjoy!

warnings: descriptions of gore, cursing, slow burn, mentions of age gap?, enemies to lovers, consumption of juice (drink responsibly!!)

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You were always a heavy sleeper before the outbreak. Sleeping in till noon on weekends, your alarm waking everyone else up but you, and no matter how much sleep you got; you always ended up tired.

This world wasn’t fit for people like that. Swift movement and quick escapes had forced you to drastically change your habits in order to survive.

You quickly awoke to the sound of heavy feet shuffling inside the poor excuse of a cave you collectively decided to rest in. Peeking over your shoulder, you found Joel brewing some coffee.

You rubbed your eyes and let out a yawn, giving a curt nod to Joel who obviously didn’t return it.

Jerk .

You rolled your eyes and got out of your sleeping bag, stretching. Joel watched you like a hawk as you walked over towards him. You stared at his coffee.

“Can I-“

“No.” He cut you off before you could finish.

“You don’t have to be such a dick. I’m one of you now.” You glared at him.

“You’re only here because the kid practically begged me to let you stay.” He pointed at Ellie’s sleeping body inside of her sleeping bag, looking all cozy.

“Otherwise I’d have killed you on the spot.” He continued, his piercing gaze was filled with disdain.

Who the hell did he think he was? You guys had just met, and he decides to treat you no better than an infected! You wondered if he was always like this or if the outbreak had really changed him.

“You don’t scare me.” You shot back, standing your ground.

“I should.” He practically spat at you angrily.

“Can you two stop flirting so loud? I’m trying to sleep.” Ellie spoke in a groggy voice, pointing between the two of you.

“We’re not-“ You started.

“I don’t care. Just don’t suck faces in front of me.” Ellie smirked at you and rubbed her eyes. What was it with people cutting you off today?

You groaned, shaking your head before walking over to your bag. You were voided of your weapons, courtesy of the old man, only having a knife to defend yourself with.

Pulling the heavy bag onto your shoulders, you watched as Ellie got up and started her playful banter with Joel.

“Enough. Let’s head out.” Joel looked at Ellie, ignoring you completely.

You sighed and followed Joel, Ellie waiting for you like the angel she is.

Today was going to be a long day.

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You kept silent most of the walk, listening intently as Ellie rambled on about some cards she liked to collect. As she spoke, you glanced over at Joel who seemed like he would rather be anywhere else in the world than with the two of you. You wondered how this girl had put up with his attitude.

Ellie followed your eyes to the direction of Joel and she let out a giggle.

“Don’t mind the old man, he’ll warm up to you soon enough. He was just like this with me when we first met, and now we’re like…best friends. Right Joel?” Ellie grinned as she glanced at Joel.

“Shut up.” Joel didn’t spare her a look.

“See? Practically attached at the hip.” Ellie’s humor made you chuckle to yourself and ruffle her hair.

Your eyes locked with Joel. You tried to see what were in those eyes. Hurt? Anger? You almost felt bad for him.

“Hellooo?” Ellie shook your arm trying to grab your attention.

“Uh, yeah?” You snapped out of your thoughts, staring at the girl.

Ellie smirked, an idea crossing her mind.

She ran a couple steps ahead of you and Joel, leaving the two of you to walk side by side.

“I’m gonna go up here!” Ellie glanced back at you two, both you and Joel looking very unamused.

The atmosphere was thick with tension.

You were the one to try and break it.

“So…where are you from?” You shot a glance at Joel, who was of course ignoring you.

“Okay, uhm, how’d you end up with the kid?”

Joel kept his pace not even sparing you as much as a look.

“I don’t understand why you have to be such a jerk. You barely know me!” You whisper yelled at him, your anger rising.

“You answered your own question.” He spoke sternly, continuing to walk forward.

“You should get to know me before you judge me! You’re such a dick. I’ve been trying to be nice and all you want to do is brush me—“

“Texas.”

“What?” You blinked.

“Texas. I’m from Texas.”

You sighed, exasperated.

“Yeah, I figured with your thick accent, cowboy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sure thing, cowboy.”

You shot him a glance, which he returned with annoyance.

“Hey guys! I think I see a town up ahead!”

Ellie interrupted your ‘friendly’ conversation.

Joel quickened his steps to catch up to her as did you.

Joel scanned over the neighborhood, seeing if any of the houses looked good enough to scavenge. After finding one, he nodded his head towards it to signal you and Ellie to follow him.

He kicked down the door and has his shotgun out as soon as the door fell. You felt weak as your hand gripped the knife that Joel had so graciously allowed you to keep.

Suddenly, the sound of yelling runners alerted the three of you. You pushed Ellie behind yourself out of instinct and ran up to one. Joel was wrestling with one before breaking its skull open with the back of his gun. You plunged your knife in one’s head repeatedly, before it fell down. You checked to see if Ellie was alright, but her eyes were filled with fear as she screamed at you.

“Watch out!”

You were tackled by one that had gotten the jump on you. It’s disgusting, mutilated face growled at you as it pounced on you. Your knife was right next to you, but taking one hand off of the infected would leave it to overpower you. You struggled against it when all of a sudden a large hand threw the infected against the wall, relieving you from the heavy weight.

Joel punched the runner’s head repeatedly. It was already limp, it’s head spewing out brains and other bodily fluids. Joel kept punching it, grunts escaping his mouth as he turned the infected’s head to mush. You were on your hands, catching your breath and watching Joel beat the once human, to a pulp. Once Joel was satisfied, he exhaled hard.

He turned to look at you.

“Are you bit?” Joel’s eyes were deranged. He looked like a madman.

“No.” You quickly responded.

“Good. Let’s look around for anything useful.” Joel acted as if he didn’t just commit an inhuman act of violence.

It intrigued you even more.

You got up and wiped the dirt off of you as you lead Ellie with you to check for supplies.

You didn’t end up finding much. A couple cans of food and a half full bottle of alcohol.

What you did end up finding that peaked your interest the most, was a bottle of wine.

You quickly shoved it in your pack before following Joel and Ellie.

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You three had basically checked all of the houses in the small neighborhood, only a couple run ins with some runners and a single clicker.

Ellie had her sights set on one of the houses you guys had checked out. She wanted to stay in it for the night. Through non-stop nagging, Joel finally gave in.

Walking into the home, you looked at a framed photo of a family. Silently, you apologized to the family that used to live here and thanked them for their shelter. You had a feeling they weren’t around anymore.

“I call the upstairs bedroom! Don’t get too loud down here you two!” Ellie ran up the stairs and you and Joel could both hear her slam the door shut.

You and Joel shared a look as there was of course, only one bedroom downstairs. With one bed.

Of course.

Of. Fucking. Course.

“I’ll take the couch.” Joel grunted as he moved to sleep on the couch.

“Cut the bullshit Joel. The bed is big enough for both of us. We’re adults.” You looked over at him and he shrugged as he picked up his things to go to the bedroom you both were about to share.

As he sat down, he slipped off his boots.

Meanwhile, you took out the bottle of wine you had been saving in your pack. You popped the cork off and took a swig, savoring the taste.

Joel eyed you curiously as you drank the liquid. You could feel his gaze on you. He held out his hand for you to pass the bottle.

“What’s the magic word?” You smirked.

“Just give it.” He let out an annoyed gruff.

“Uh-uh. I shouldn’t. You didn’t share your coffee with me this morning. Say the magic word.” You teased.

“…”

“The offer is going away quickly. Going once, going twice-“

“Please.”

You giggled and handed the bottle to him.

“That’s more like it.”

He took a huge swig of the bottle and let out a content sigh.

“Good find.” He spoke.

“The Joel Miller complimenting me? I must be dreaming.” You spoke with sarcasm, taking the bottle and gulping down another sum.

“Shut up.” He grunted.

You both continued to share the bottle for a while and for the first time, there was little tension in the room.

Even though the wine must have been years old, you felt the familiar feeling of alcohol oozing in your veins. You felt a little bold.

“Sooo. What’s your story?”

“Don’t matter.” He stared at the wall in front of you both.

“Well it does to me. Speak up. I’m listening.” You waited for an answer that never came.

“Fine, fine. Touchy subject. Sorry. What will you share will me?” You sighed, your vision a little distorted.

“I’m just trying to survive. Along with the kid. S’all you need to know.” Joel huffed.

“Well, you don’t gotta be a stranger. I’m here.” You tried to comfort him.

You knew for a fact that he was a broken man. Probably had a family before the outbreak. You could tell by the way he would lovingly stare at Ellie like she was his reason to keep going. She probably was. The way he would suddenly get broody when Ellie would ask you questions about your account of outbreak day. Of course, you’d never pry the information out of the man, however much of a dick he is, he didn’t deserve it. No one did. Though it had been years since the outbreak, the grief never did go away. Neither did the memories.

Unbeknownst to you while you were lost in your head, Joel had already fallen asleep, snoring softly with your wine bottle in his hand.

He looked so at peace. The familiar crease of his brow no longer present. The scowl that was usually plastered on his face was gone, replaced with a calm expression.

You took the time to admire his features for once.

He by no means was young, but that didn’t make him any less handsome.

The way his hair fell perfectly into curls, his strong nose bridge, and prominent brow bone made you stare even longer.

If only he wasn’t such a dick.

You soon passed out next to him as well, both of your legs tangled together, and his arms slightly holding your waist.

Another day awaited you tomorrow.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us #ellie williams

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moneymasnn · 2 years

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The baby sitter and the brother| Mason Mount

Part 1: Part 2 will contain a follow on smut.

Request: Hey , can you do one where y/ n is summer’s babysitter, and one day she comes to babysit her and mason comes to see jaz ,but obviously he doesn’t find her ( it’s the first time y/n and mason saw each other ) and summer asks if he can stay a little bit with them, there are a lot of sexual tension between them and when summer is asleep they make out ( maybe add a smut ) . I really like what you write and I hope you can do this one 💙

Notes: This is a repost since the first one got taken down, so ive placed the smut into a second part where you can read here thank you for all the love, I love every single one of you more than anything, thank you for all the kind messages too! They honestly make me cry lol. But my reqs are open rn if you want to request anything, I do have a long list of drafts so don't expect anything to be written really quickly, but I try. Anyways... enjoy the fic xox

Warnings: None, mild swearing maybe?

"There's some snacks in the fridge, no ice cream after 8pm and when she's asleep the parental lock pin for the tv is just 1234." Said Jazs husband smiled at you, Sam. They were putting their coats on getting ready to leave for a weekend date night.

You and Jaz had been friends for years, her and your older sister, steph being best friends, you grew up with Jaz as practically like a second older sister. But now she was married with a baby, and you knew she was stressed so you offered to babysit Summer while she and Sam had their first date night in what seemed like a couple years.

"Dont worry about us, you two go have fun!" You smiled as you waved off Jaz, who was fiddling around.

"Oh y/n, there's wine in the fridge, just help yourself!" whispered Jaz as Sam was calling for her to put her heels on.

Once they were finally almost out the door you felt a little tug at your joggers, looking down to see a smiley summer who was making grabby hands at you. You picked her up, taking her hand in yours as you waved goodbye to Jaz and Sam.

"Say bye to mummy and daddy Summer." Summer mumbled a few goodbyes as Jaz gave her loads of sloppy kisses before Sam finally managed to get her out of the door.

"Okay, what's first?" You say to a smirking summer, who had apparently made a list of things for you both to do that night.

The first thing on her list, that she asked Jaz to write for her, was she wanted you to braid her hair to look like Rapunzel's, which was fun, until she asked to do yours.

Which is how you ended up in the state you were currently in, your hair was in complete knots, filled with her sparkly butterfly clips hanging down in your face as well as the flour smudges that were all down your top from what was next on Summers list, cookies.

Summer sat on the little kitchen stool, eating all of the chocolate chips out of the packet while you were trying to get all of the ingredients right. Then there was a knock at the door that startled you a bit. Summer was taking no notice of you since she was too busy devouring all of the chocolate, so you quickly left the kitchen to answer the front door.

"Don't touch anything while I quickly answer the door, okay sunny?" You tried to brush off some of the flour on your top as your hand wrapped around the handle of the door. You didn't think much of the knock, thinking maybe it was a neighbor or something, but it was... great...Mason. Jazs brother.

"I- oh, Hello." Mason said with a smirk when he noticed it wasn't his sister at the door. He put his phone in his jumper pocket as he examined all of the butterfly clips in your hair and the flour spread out on your top. You mentally cringed as you saw him eye up your awful state, his eyebrows raised as he lightly poked the instead of his cheek with his tongue.

"Jaz isn't home. I'm babysitting." You slightly smiled at him, feeling the rather awkward tension between the two of you..

"Your hair looks nice." Mason quickly says, clearly trying to suppress a laugh as he raised his eyebrows again, giving you one of his signiture stupid little cockly smirks.

"Thank you, I can give you the name of my hair stylist if you'd like, she's very good." You say with an attitude, flashing him a sarcastic smile making him giggle a little .

"I'll have to hold you to that." He smirked, he had that stupid face on, his stupid little cocky face.

Mason was attractive, you couldn't deny that, but the only woman he hadn't managed to get around happened to be you. He liked that you were too stubborn to give in to his little fuck boy flirting tactics, but for some reason that never stopped him from trying. There had been multiple occasions where mason had ‘tried’ to seduce you. For example family holidays or even your sister's wedding last year, the wedding in which he had brought a date too.

But Mason was never in a rush when it came to you, he knew it would happen eventually, but he was perfectly okay with waiting for it to happen on its own. He didn't want to force it with you. But just because he felt like this doesn't mean you have to know.

"You can come in, were making cookies." You raised your eyebrows as mason had no time for space and just barged through the door, squishing you against the wall.

You could feel his breath on your face while he placed his hands on the wall, taking his shoes off with his other hand. You knew what he was doing, and you weren't going to play into his weird extremely tempting game. You were here to babysit his niece, not fuck the uncle.

When you stepped back into the kitchen you watched Summers' eyes practically light up as she saw uncle walk into the room.

"Uncle Masey!" She screamed as she jumped up on the chair to jump in his arms.

You watched as he grabbed her out of the chair, spinning her in the air as she yelled out of joy, clearly loving being In the arms of her uncle.

He then sat her down on the counter top as he peered over your shoulder, once again having no regard for your personal space as he read the ingredients list you had up on your phone.

You turned your head to look at him, furring your brows as he just smiled and looked down at Summer, who had gone back to eating all of the chocolate chips.

"Can Uncle masey stay y/n/n?" Summer asked you, with her cute little voice and that pout, you couldn't say no.

"If he wants too." You smile at her before turning your attention back to your phone.

"I wouldn't miss out on eating all of your cookies would I?" Mason smiled as he ruffled her hair slightly, trying to to damage the near plait you had put in her hair.

"Masey! Don't touch my hair, Y/n/n did it." She pouted at him as she slapped his hand as hard as she could, and for a three year old you would be quite shocked at her abilities.

"Ouch." Mason searched with a small voice crack as he pulled back his hand.

He slightly admired her hair, it was really pretty and neat, Mason smiled as he turned to you, who was getting the dough out for Summer to make shapes out of her cookies.

Mason then sat up at the table and helped make a few of the cookie shapes. Overall the time wasn't too bad, Mason hadn’t made one inappropriate comment and summer was clearly getting tired, meaning she wouldn't play you up to go to sleep tonight.

After a while summer ran off to the front room to play with her toys while the cookies were in the oven, so you started to clean up when Mason came up behind you at the sink.

"I'll help." He shrugged, as he bumped his hip into yours for you to move over so he could help you wash the dirty dishes.

"I'll clean, you dry?" He turned to look at you with a smirk, your noses practically touching with how close to you he was.

You both stood in silence as Mason mumbled the odd "here" to pass you something for you to dry, you didn't make much mess so you cleaned up pretty quickly.

You then retreated to the sofa, as summer made her demands of what movie she wanted to watch.

She ended up picking some Disney film, but first you took her upstairs and got her changed into her pjs while Mason got the cookies out of the oven.

When you got back down the stairs Mason had put some blankets out and put the warm cookies on a plate on the coffee table. Summer jumped in his arms as she wrapped the blanket around her.

"Can we all cuddle?" She said as she made grabby hands for you to sit on her other side, so that's how you ended spending your Saturday night, making a sandwich between the child you were babysitting and her uncle. Mason's arm was draped over the sofa, the tips of his fingers just about grazing your shoulder as you felt yourself melt at the slight contact.

Summer fell asleep during the film with a melted cookie in her hand, you both giggled at the toddler before you picked her up, taking her upstairs to put to bed.

"I can carry her up for you." Mason said, as he shot up on the sofa.

"She's fine, she's not heavy." You smiled as you walked past him, slightly confused, you didn't want to pass her over in case she woke up anyway.

"Well i'll help you up the stairs, in case you slip." Mason shrugged as you once again furred your brows.

"Okay?" You slightly giggled confused at his actions, but you shrugged him off walking up the staircase.

Once you got up the stairs you placed a soft kiss on Summer's head and tucked her under her covers. She was half asleep and mumbling a few things to you while Mason stood in the doorway, admiring how patient you were with her.

"Night sunny." You whisper as you pull the door to an almost close and stand in the hallway with Mason, who had a wide smile on his face.

"What time are Jazz and Sam back?" He quizzed you as you brushed past him, both making your way down the stairs.

"In the morning." you mumbled.

"In the morning?" Mason said, taken back slightly, realizing you were about to spend the night alone with him.

You nod at him as you make way to the kitchen, but Mason beats you to it as he grabs the bottle of wine from the fridge.

"Want one?" He says with a smirk, raising his eyebrows.

"Are you trying to seduce me by getting me drunk on the job, Mount?" You said, crossing your arms with a smirk.

You watched Mason's smile drop as he was clearly nervous. "I- I what? Ha no, I didn't mean it like-"

"Mason, I'm joking." you giggle at him as you grab two glasses from the cupboard. Mason awkwardly smiles at you as you notice the pink tint in his cheeks, do you make him nervous?

You watched mason disappear back into the front room with the bottle in hand, you peered down at the two small glasses in you hand, tonight, was going to be a weird night...

part 2 (contains smut)

part 3

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vintagedoctor · 6 days

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my friend is discovering fallout 4 for the first time

i love fallout 4. ive played that game to death and beyond. i know most details and all the endings and many of the quests and weapons and - yes im well aware of its problems, but i still enjoy it. i did enjoy it. ive moved on to other, better rpgs *cough cough baldurs gate 3 cough cough* and didnt think much of my beloved 1st person post apocalypse talking simulator. until my friend told me he got it and started playing it. for some reason i had already assumed he already played it but to my surprise, he knew nothing of the franchise. he had dabbled in skyrim for a bit, sure, but apparently he had no knowledge of bethesda's 2nd masterpiece. when i was in a voice call with him next, he of course, shared his screen so i could watch him stumble along the commonwealth, dying to bugs and raiders alike. he had gotten to the raider gang in the corvega assembly plant, the one in power armor and with a rocket launcher. i misremembered what the raider had and told my friend to beware the fat man. he didnt know what that was. he didnt know what the fatman was. thats when i realized something.

i had played fallout 4 for well over 400 hours, pretty low compared to other people but enough to where i can spew out random facts about that damn game. but my friend not knowing what the fatman was- the most iconic weapon in the fallout franchise- made me realize how fresh this is all to him. here is someone who is discovering this world with new eyes, not knowing a single thing abt the commonwealth or the minutemen or the shitty story or the repetive quests. when people wish to relive their favorite games in fresh eyes, they wish for this. here i was, as my friend's guide thru this junkpile of a game, seeing it thru new eyes once again. the thrill of discovery, smth i strive for but shy away from. im scared to try new things. i love my sameness. but that gets boring. it sure as hell gets boring. but not anymore.

i saw this as much when my friend stumbled upon covenant and i told him it was a good quest. i maybe shouldnt have even told him that but i wanted him to see it for himself and made sure he did it before it locked him out. he did the entry quiz, making a joke about how hes not getting let in and showed surprise when he was. now for me, i know u r let in no matter ur answer- a mix of irony w the whole synth test and also bethesda game design- so it was fun to see his shock. he walked around covenant and i suggested to him to get deezers lemonade. he tried to get infinite but sadly, all you get is what deezer has in stock. that started the quest and he was making comments about how sus the town was. yes! hes on the right track. he now had to track down a caravan and got mighty lost. i had to explain to him how quest markers work and surprisingly how to access his quest log. i guess its not all obvious to many. he had to leave shortly after but in dms he was telling me how he wanted to save a certain npc in covenant. my heart sank. bethesda doesnt work like that. if he turns against covenant, that npc that he loves will turn on him and he will be forced to kill her. idk if he has gotten that far in the quest line (i'll see later when he wakes up) but i dont want to imagine the disappointment.

thats what i realized with besthesda games. while they make great atmospheres and music and lore, the actual gameplay and rules are never clear. its not like baldurs gate where larian thought of every possible outcome for every quest. its more bethesda knows rpgs must have differing outcomes but doesnt understand what that means. when they market their games to be freedom of choice and play how you want and "see that mountain, you can climb that", it sets an expectation. an expectation they dont follow thru on. i hope this doesnt dissuade my friend from continuing. i think he will really enjoy some of the quests and especially power armor. he already decided to play for a power armor build. it would be very funny if he sided with the brotherhood of steel for his first run, as i did since i was a dumb kid and didnt understand the blatant military critique that it was. he might, as i did, think, big gun means fun time. thats perfectly fine. the factions in fallout 4 arent as deep philosophically as bethesda treats them to be.

all in all, watching my friend discover this great game for the first time has reminded me of my struggles with the game. he even had his first bugs due to modding. a bug i had similar issues with but we quickly solved. my hope for him is that he finds as much passion in the game as i do. theres a reason its in my top 5 games.

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EVERYONE GGET BAAACK IM ABT TO RAMBLE ABOUT FINN TIDESTRIDER. SPOILERS FOR EEVERYTHINGGGG ALL UP TO EP 113 YOU GOTTA RUN!! YOU GOTTA RUN AWAYYYY!!!!

ITS FASCINATING to speak to someone who has lived 80 years. almost every conversation involves me asking about a story of theirs, places theyve been, things theyve done. i feel like ive seen so much in only 20 something years of life, imagine that 4 times over?

all those stories, to have each and every one of them written down i feel like would be a beautiful thing. record keeping, storing that experience in an edible form, preserved for the future generations to study and cherish. imagine how many stories could be collected from not just 80 years of life, but 200? maybe more? imagine?

i LOVE characters that live to observe and document, keeping all their findings and knowledge and memories in tomes and records. i have several ocs that are functionally immortal, owning vast libraries holding all the knowledge of their lives. one of them is a man losing his memory, who has all his most vital memories tattooed onto his arms, so he will never forget what matters. FINN TIDESTRIDER. A MAGICIAN? WIZARD? SCIENTIST MAYBE. RESEARCHER ABSOLUTELY. CHRONICLER. LIBRARIAN. I HAD NO REAL STRUCTURE IN MIND FOR THIS POST. WHICH IS WHY ITLL SHOCK YA WHEN I BRING UP:

SEXUAL REPRESSION UNDER A CORRUPT RELIGIOUS ORGANIZATION. MORMONISM AND SOME OTHER JESUS CENTERED RELIGIONS WILL TELL YOU THAT YOUR BODY IS A SACRED THING. MASTURBATION IS EVIL, IT CORRUPTS YOUR BODY, WHICH SHOULD BE SAVED FOR MARRIAGE. CELIBACY PRESERVES YOUR BODY, FOR YOUR ONE AND ONLY LIFE PARTNER. SEX IS NOT AN ACTIVITY, IT IS SACRED, RESERVED ONLY FOR PROCREATION.

i dont know if the undersea is Perfectly comparable to religions like that, but it is certainly a culture that upholds a very 'the elders are always right and must be followed'. polygamy is punishable by death, releasing spawn is a natural step after marriage, etc etc, i wouldnt be surprised to find that the undersea has a crazy Purity Culture thing going on. to live your whole long life down there, where so much is forbidden, and finally breaking into the surface world to explore the unknown, who knew your own body would be part of that 'unknown'?

in that episode, in the uh. Book. he says 'his first man was a (shiphand)' or whatever idk i dont feel like relistening. but HIS FIRST MAN!! ur telling me Finn Sexguy Tidestrider wasnt banging dudes down in the undersea?? maybe hes just talkin about his first Human but whateeverrrr. is homophobia a thing in the undersea?? i guess itll be a while before we know.

EITHER WAY. to break free from an oppressive climate and finally having the chance to be sexually free. to finally be familiar with your own body and the bodies of others, to LEARN so much about what makes you and others tick, to experience a unique form of intimacy with another. while having sex is not a VITAL experience, to have the freedom and choice to explore that IS SO IMPORTANT...

sex isnt a disgusting thing, its not wrong and its not naughty its not sinful its not gross. but sex also is not sacred, its not a big important thing, its not vital. sex is JUST an activity. a fun thing to do with ur homies or someone youre close to. there are dangers of course, which is why KNOWLEDGE about it is such an important thing. ohhh my god i constantly have a huge ramble locked n loaded about sexual education but ill GET INTO THAT ANOTHER TIME.

TLDR i reaally like finn tidestrider because TO ME, he is not just a wacky funny old sex-having wizard. hes a man who lived a looong fuckin time under a religious climate that discouraged sexual exploration, and after he left, got to spend decades and decades of being FREE to explore. in MY heart.

i get like, haha funny old man yaoi, the shock of the old guy havin sloppy gay fuck sex, but yknow. i dont expect it but it would be neat i think if this sorta thing would ever be taken seriously and explored.

THE TIDESTRIDERS FASCINATE ME. for finn to say YES i LOVE having SEX all the TIME; and for gill to say NO i am NOT interested in sex EVER.. those are BOTH forms of sexual freedom. its the choice!! THE CHOICE!!!!

#posted this on twitter bc i was yelling at my little audience abt it #now YOU can see it TOO!!#HAVE FUNN IDIOT!!!#feel free to engage w me too i LOVE TALKING #except maybe not soon bc i need to go to my job where i kill myself infrobt of old people #my legs hurt so damn bad HELP!!!!!!!!

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