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twopoppies · 2 years

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Hi Gina! How are you?? First of all, you don’t even have to bother reading this message, it’s a bit of a rant but I find you and your account such a comforting place, I feel like I can trust you and say out loud what’s on my mind. You obviously don’t have to respond it or acknowledge it in any way! So you know, I started new school almost two months ago. It was something completely new and felt more serious since it’s high school, now what I was used to. I spent the last two years homeschooled mainly because of pandemic but also because I felt like it was better for my mental health, right before the pandemic I was drained and stressed all the time so it felt like I could finally take a deep breath and relax. But now I’m back in school, completely new one. It seems great, I made friends, have some solid teachers and the atmosphere seems rather friendly. I can’t help but feel anxious though. You know a few times I wasn’t really feeling 100% mentally and knew that my parents wouldn’t let me stay at home if I asked for that so when they asked me why I’m not in school and still at home I said that all my classes were cancelled today. You know, it’s autumn, most of my friends are with a cold right now, just that season so teachers cancelling classes seems rather believable. I did this trick quite a few times, I’d say about 5 or 6? It’s obviously not much, to lose a week during two months period of time but it still happened. And funny enough it usually happened the same day of the week so I for example missed English class three weeks in a row. I’m scared that tutor will think I’m running away from school which well kinda is the point but I’m staying at home and my parents know about that. I not once emailed them to justify my absence, just came school the next day. I don’t want to have a bad reputation in teacher's nor do I want my parents to find out that the classes weren’t cancelled, I just lied to them so I could stay at home. I know that it’s a silly thing and in 5 years I won’t even remember about it, I really do know that and I was never the one to extremely care about grades or stuffs like that but now, in this exact moment it’s making me very anxious and overwhelmed. I’m currently sick at home and supposed to be in school tomorrow for math class since my math teacher already said she is not happy about my absence. I missed math class about 5 times so far which two times it wasn’t my choice, I had doctors appointments or family things I had to be at. I don’t know whether I should go there tomorrow to not make any more troubles or stay at home until Thursday so I can fully recover and on Thursday I have important tests so I have to be there anyway. I’m sorry for writing you all these, probably very childish to you problems but I just feel so anxious about it all right now, I want everything to go well and not make any teacher enemies just during the second month of school. Damn, that was a long message 😅 Anyway, I partially feel better now after writing this all out. I hope you’re having a great day and Im sending you hugs, Gina. Take care ❤️

Hi sweetheart. I’m sorry school is making you anxious. I think after two years of quarantine so many kids are really struggling. I’m sure you’re not at all alone in that. The problem that comes with avoiding the stress is that it becomes habit and the small things that stress you feel bigger and bigger the more often you avoid them. And then they can snowball to a point where it feels insurmountable.

I’d suggest talking to your parents if you feel you can. If not, talk to a school counselor about what’s going on for you. I’ve found, having dealt with very much this same thing with my daughter, that teachers are very understanding about stress and anxiety if you speak to them. But when you don’t let them know, it’s easy for them to assume you’re skipping class because you don’t care. You may not have cared much about grades in the past, but it does get more important now that you’re in high school. Reach out to someone to help you get out of this pattern. I know you can can get back on track!

Sending you lots of love. 💕💕💕

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miekasa · 3 years

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the pre-pancetta snippet: early december, 3 months before the world went to shit

💉levi gets sick [levi grumbles in the background]

it was the pre-pandemic flu season. levi caught it at work and just his luck, it was pretty bad for him. but healthcare is expensive, capitalism sucks, so he wore a mask and still went to work the next day, thinking bedrest during the weekend would be enough. erwin kindly dropped off some sports drinks while hange gave him a new bag of black tea leaves. oc comes home to find him almost asleep at the table while waiting for water to boil for his tea and her senses tingle. she just knows. levi is pretty out of it by then, very pissed, feeling like shit, but still thinking about the slack he has to pick up at work. oc is very concerned because he looks awful. she bugs him and asks him if he’s okay with her checking him up. he is about to tell her to piss off but what the hell, lucky his roomie’s a doctor and he’ll take free healthcare when he can. so he nods once in dramatic brooding levi fashion.

her hands are cool on his forehead and neck, it feels so good, and levi is really trying not to accidentally moan out loud. when she brings out her stethoscope and asks him to take deep breaths, his focus is on her hand absentmindedly rubbing his shoulder [levi thoughts: he’s really out of it if this is all he can focus on]. oc’s brow furrows when she finds out he’s had only one cup of tea for the entire day and only one meal the day before. he says he’s brewing more, but oc is not having it! she heats up some leftover soup she has and makes him eat before handing him a tylenol. levi feels unsteady and weak but he’s trying to keep up the i’m-fine-it’s-just-the-flu facade. oc sees right through it and tails him to his room.

she helps him to bed, all while saying he’ll need meds for the virus and he needs to eat and drink more fluids because he’ll need an IV drip if not. even if it’s just the flu, he got a pretty bad case. levi strips off his shirt before he drops onto his pillows, grumpy and dismissive, telling her to just leave the prescription. he can handle it. oc snorts before leaving him alone (for now)

levi wakes up to rustling sounds and finds oc by his bedside setting up some stuff. his head is pounding, entire body is aching, and his cough is killing his throat. he’s very grumpy and is about to tell oc to just let him be but he gets a coughing fit. oc rubs his back while checking his vitals, her voice soft with worry as she asks him how he is feeling. he says he went to the bathroom but that’s it. he doesn’t see oc frown, but he’s more than annoyed that he is disturbed when she digs him out of the blankets. she helps him sit up, propping him on his pillows, and she makes him eat more soup, drink some tea, and take his meds. his throat is cooling and he realizes belatedly that she made him strong mint tea. he’s just swallowing whatever so he can go back to sleep [levi is trying very hard not to vocalize his disappointment whenever her hands leave him]. oc sighs at the little care her patient has for himself, but she tells him that he needs a drip at this point. she’s not satisfied with how little he’s been eating and drinking. levi is ready to throw hands because he refuses to spend thousands of dollars for 2 hours at the emergency room and get scammed by health insurance just so they can give him IV fluids, but oc surprises him by saying she’s all set up, and if he’s okay with it, she can do it here.

he shrugs and holds out his hand. the skin of her hands are a little rough with a few calluses, her touch so light and sure. the needle pinches but the pain dulls after a few seconds. he watches oc taping up the line and securing his hand to some makeshift splint so it doesn’t move around much. oc hangs up the bottle on the hanger she installed on the wall lamp by his bed before heading out. levi tries to fall back into sleep again. suddenly, he feels a damp cool cloth brush his forehead and his face while another hand runs through his hair gently. he’s groggy and he squirms because what. he hears oc shushing him, saying something about sponge baths for fever, and he’s just so not used to tenderness and care, and she’s sponging down his neck and his chest, running over his arms, turning him on his side gently so she doesn’t jostle him into wakefulness. her hands are firm and gentle as they wipe down his back and it’s cool and soothing and so good over his heated skin. he falls asleep in minutes. this never happens.

he thinks oc drops in once more in the middle of the night because he remembers someone holding him up to take something. when he wakes up the next morning, his fever is gone and he feels like himself again. he sees an empty bottle on his bedside table which means oc must have changed his drip too. the one he’s hooked to is almost gone. he’s in the middle of answering a work email on his phone when oc, already dressed for work, pops in to check on him. she has a tray in hand, looking genuinely relieved and happy that he’s better. his knows his appetite is back because the smell immediately makes his mouth water. he is very hungry after 3 days of soup and tea. she made really good pancakes, fried bacon to a perfect crisp, and the scrambled eggs are savory and creamy. it’s killing him. he can forgive the tea bag from a packet. levi is still a tea snob. oc is cheery, chirping that he’s good to go without a drip as long as he keeps up his food and fluids.

oc: water, tea, or pocari sweat, levi! none of the sugary sports drinks erwin left you, that stuff is a scam.

levi: i don’t have pocari—

oc: i bought you some, they’re in the drinks cupboard!

levi: why—

oc: it’s not just sugar, it has the electrolytes you need!!

she unhooks the IV and takes out his line, lays out his medication regimen and tells him to please call her if he starts feeling bad again. levi rolls his eyes and bats her concern away, grumbling that he’s fine and well enough, but he’s listening to every word she says. he utters a small thank you because how on earth does he convey his immense gratitude in words, he is not used to words!!! his cheeks feel very warm. oc giggles and ruffles his hair. she understands her roomie’s not talkative, but his soft gaze betrays everything beneath his gruff exterior. his shyness is adorable even if he was a grumpy old man while sick. oc thinks that her theory of him being 89 years old deep inside might be right after all. she sternly tells him to rest and lay off strenuous activities until he’s really recovered.

oc: rest. no cleaning today.

levi: my room—

oc: no. cleaning. today.

and just like that, she’s off to work [levi thoughts: wtf she works on sundays?]. all that levi can think of for three days, or more like since that day, are her gentle, comforting touches, her kind smiles, and how pretty she is. he tries, he really tries to push back the thoughts and bury the memories, but all efforts become in vain for him the next week.

he’s reading on the couch and relaxing for the night when oc comes out of her room looking like a fucking goddess. she’s in a deep green dress of flowing silk with thigh-high slit, sporting a dark, vibrant red lip, complaining of some recognition ceremony she has to attend for one of her bosses at work. she pouts while slipping on pumps that make her legs look even more stunning. levi is aware that he is staring and has tuned out her voice, so he forces himself out of it. he remembers basic conversation etiquette and lamely asks about the party. oc says it’s a black-tie-long-gown thing that’s a waste of her time. she twists her hair up in a messy bun and puts on earrings, grumbling that this is the most formal she’ll go. levi is mildly amused when she says she’ll nick a bottle of good champagne and some desserts before she escapes the party in an hour. tops.

levi: what if you get caught?

oc: they can spare one bottle and a few cupcakes

levi: and what reason have you come up with if they start interrogating you?

oc: my roommate is sad and a stress-eat is essential after shitty weeks of being underpaid laborers *cheeky smile*

he rolls his eyes. when she steps out their door (her uber’s there), levi counts to ten before groaning very loudly to let his frustrations out.

but she really did steal and bring home the good stuff, squealing in excitement when she sees that he was still up. he actually waited for her to get home but she doesn’t need to know that. they shared fruit tarts and fancy mini-cakes and worked through the bottle of champagne while bonding over their mutual disdain for assholes at work. conversation was open and easy, and levi cannot remember when he has been this comfortable around others who weren’t old friends of his. he was in an old shirt and jogger shorts. oc was still in her dress, barefoot, lipstick still perfect and bun still messy, picking a strawberry off the last cake while laughing at his dry jab about her boss. and jesus christ, she was exquisite.

at this point, denial begins to trickle in, but levi doesn’t know that yet. it’s just the champagne, right?

end. this was so mf long, i’m so sorry 😭 anyway this is insanely self-indulgent, and this is me coping with the pandemic (and with SnK ending today)

AHHHHHHH I LOVE ALL OF THIS ANON!!! SO MUCH!!!! PLEASE THIS HIT ALL THE MARKS!! Levi being reluctant to having someone take care of him, oc picking up on him not feeling well even though he’s not really showing it, and eventually just giving him the care and attention he needs (without suffocating him because you know he would be grumpy about that). I love this wow, seriously.

AND THE END!! When they’re drinking together and he’s feeling better, you know damn well he didn’t even want her to leave in the first place, and IM SO GLAD HE’S FINALLY REALIZING!! Levi, my beloved, you are in love it is not the champagne 😌😌

#💉 anon #you're so lovely my dear thank you so much for sharing #i kept this for a while just to reread it i love it so much!!#levi.ask #minicanons

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kewltie · 4 years

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im entertaining a pro baseball au with bkdk on rival teams (one a former champ and the other a new powerhouse who had arrived on the field), set up by the media as each other's nemesis, until izuku got traded to katsuki's team and now they're force to work together and win a champ with this riff raff baseball team that had never gotten very far.

they're childhood friends. izuku grew up in katsuki's shadow—who is hailed as a prodigy, a one of a kind pitcher that come only every few gens but katsuki worked super hard to get where he is. izuku is actual the real genius but it's overshadowed by his insecurities and lack of confidence . so while katsuki shines ever brightly in the spotlight, he never forget that izuku is the only one to hit his fastest pitch and he got a mind like a machine that steer katsuki's pitching right into in glove every time because worse than getting a hit off Katsuki's pitch, he's a catcher who make katsuki feels invincible. Undefeated.

in their younger years they were a battery pair that dominated the lil league until Katsuki's warped superiority/inferiority complex broke them up because he was terrified that izuku would outshine him one day, ppl would start to see Izuku's brilliance, and that he wont need katsuki anymore. he left izuku for the bigger and better stage while izuku floundered helplessly wit out him thinking he wasnt good enough for katsuki. he dreams of being in the pro league with kacchan; it was both of their dreams to follow their idol--All Might, the no. 1 baseball player in Japan—to the biggest stage of their life. they were supposed to go pro together but katsuki went first and then racked up champions and champions with an all-star team as their starting pitcher, while izuku watched katsuki shut down the other team from his couch.

he thought that should have been him out there with kacchan so he trained everyday, dumping all his money into those batting cages because even if he got no team izuku still dreams. If he can’t have katsuki as his pitcher than he’ll do the next best thing, face against him as a batter. Changing position is not an easy choice to make, while izuku may be genius (though you wouldn’t know it by the way he’s shyly steps up to the plate) but even better than that he’s a hardworker. it's there that all might found him, discovered this diamond in the rough and took him under his wings because izuku was always meant something bigger than this cage. with all might's help izuku gets better enough to be scouted in an mid level pro team and it's there he get to stand on the same stage as katsuki even if they're on diff teams. katsuki's team may be a championship team with all its accolades so far but izuku is izuku. he's always beaten the odds; it's in him.

the 1st season izuku entered the pro, his team finally made it into the playoffs in many years but was knocked out by 1st seed team--Katsuki's team. it was a bitter feeling but to stare katsuki down on the pitch and getting a hit off of him like back in the old days felt amazingly good. katsuki had won against izuku and his team but it wasnt a total shut out either. in the last game izuku managed to to hit 2 home run off of katsuki's fastball and that's 2 too many. izuku is terribly awkward and shy in front of the media but when he step on that plate--he's mean and vicious. Eyes on the prize and the gauntlet is thrown. To chase a victory is in his blood as much as katsuki’s.

katsuki may have won but he felt like he lost the fucking war because izuku is here in front of him now and he cant get rid of him even if he want to. they were bound by some fucked up twisted fate that kept them tied together and meet like this once more. with that 1 series, izuku secured his place as katsuki's rival as the only handful of batters who can get a homerun on katsuki. in the next season, izuku made the playoffs again and lost to katsuki AGAIN but this time it was a hard fought fight that could go either way as the entire nation watched with bated breath. izuku and katsuki's team clashing was the most hype series in the playoffs even more than the grand finals. even their regular season games were watched by so many ppl. they were both stars of the their respective teams and they have a history so THE MEDIA ATE IT UP.

in izuku 3rd season, at the playoff once more he finally at last knocked katsuki off his perched in front of a stunned crowd and a glowering katsuki. they would eventually go to win the championship but nobody can forget that rainy long day when katsuki and izuku met up against each other on the field that last so long it felt like an entire year had passed between them. the grand finals was great between izuku’s team and another ace but it was the bitter, hard fought semi-finals battle between katsuki and izuku’s team that was etched into everyone’s memory.

that lost cut katsuki deeply. it was his first time not making it to the finals and to see izuku winning it all was such a bitter feeling. he started to slipped as his obsession with beating izuku grew. his pitching became erratic and uncontrollable. his pitching staff and catcher doesnt know how to fix him. it all came to a head when he had to face izuku again in the regular season and ofc izuku knew right away something was off with him. katsuki's team lost that match up and after the game, izuku reached out with concern.

"it's your shoulder isnt it?" he asked as though he didn't already know.

katsuki rebuked him right away, but it burned in him that even with all these ppl surrounding him it's only izuku who noticed that his shoulder was the source of the problem. izuku knew him better than anyone even now. katsuki eventually had to tell the staff that he blew his shoulder in the offseason while training and it didnt heal right. so he was benched to recover but even when he did... it was like he wasnt ever the same again. his pitching was off, lacking its usual explosive speed and power.

his team started to use him less and less and they didnt even make it to the payoffs in DECADES. the loyal and fanatic fanbase turned against their star even tho it wasnt Katsuki's fault, pushing to trade him out for a better, newer, and younger pitcher as though there were anyone better than him but katsuki was considered old news and izuku was the new face of the league as he won a back to back championship and mvp title. so katsuki himself pushed to be traded off to another team so he can start over and prove to his doubters than be can reach to the top with ANY TEAM.

they send him to the bottom of the league--U.A. a team of troublemaker players who are all talented but eccentric enough that they cant fit anywhere else. with this new team who finds katsuki's abrasiveness interesting rather than annoyance or something they have to put up with, they start to make a sort of family out of these misfits and katsuki slowly learns to rely on his teammates and not take on the world just by himself because he may stand alone on that mound but his team got his back to make sure he would never fall. they're good for him and hes good for them!!

though they still have much to learn about each other, but they managed to beat some of the top teams in the regular season with their sheer guts. even tho they didnt make it to the playoffs this season, katsuki didnt feel bitter at all he knows there's a next year and a next year. There’s hope still for them. they’re growing and improving with each win/loss. Losing DOESN’T FEEL LIKE A PERSONAL BETRAYAL ANYMORE. It’s a measure of one’s growth.

Izuku's team consistently outperformed everyone now that katsuki isnt posed as his rival because he's in a diff league (west vs east) now so they rarely meet up in the regular season but izuku misses that edge, that feeling of being cut by Katsuki's fastball, and to stand on same the field with katsuki but more than anything he wants catch Katsuki's pitch, to be a battery again with KATSUKI so TO THE SHOCK OF THE ENTIRE WORLD izuku didnt renew his contract with his 3x championship team but chose to sign up with U.A. at a heavily discounted price because he wants to win WITH katsuki!!

the thing is he'd been following katsuki all his life. katsuki was the one who taught him baseball, followed him into the lil league, middle school, high school, the pro, and then followed in his footsteps to take the champ, so it should be no surprise that he would eventually follow katsuki to his new team.

"aren't you tired of being in bakugou's shadow?" his general manager asks. "dont you want to stand separate from him? with us you can go so far, midoriya."

izuku shakes his head. "im not in katsuki's shadow. he's paving the way and telling me to hurry up and come to him."

it's always the case with them. katsuki runs and izuku gives chase, but somewhere along the way they both have to stop. U.A. is that destination and the day izuku arrives on u.a.'s homestand he feels it in air--the electricity, the tension, and new beginning.

katsuki's eyes are wide as he spots izuku standing on the field of his team. anger and bitterness flickers hot and heavy in his chest. he storms over to izuku and demands to know wtf is he doing here DOESN'T HE KNOW THIS IS KATSUKI'S TEAM? but izuku just smile, sweet and soft.

"i'm here to be your new catcher," izuku informs him, rocking happily back and forth on his heels.

katsuki bristles. "not happening," he hisses.

Izuku raises his brow. "why dont you try me out first then." he quirks the corner of his lips up in amusement. "or are you afraid?"

katsuki eyes narrow because izuku knows him. KNOWS WHERE AND HOW TO PUSH THEM. it's like back in the playoffs again when they're facing each other. katsuki can read him just as easily izuku can too and it made their battle exhilarating, like dancing on the edge of a blade but sometimes he wonder what if it would be like not to have izuku's blade pointed at him but have him at his back instead. he should know because they were that once. together as one and it was a pairing unlike any other. no other catcher clicked the way izuku had and to have that again.

Katsuki grits his his teeth and nods. "get your gear," he says, "and i'll show you who is the one you should be afraid of."

izuku is an excellent batter. strong grip, good shoulder and arm, and there's power behind his swing, but he's an even better catcher.

he got good eyes to see ppl's move before they even do it. it's how he was able to shut down other pitchers as a batter because he read them all like a book, spending hours going over their specialize pitches and habits but he has never find a pitcher that pitch the way he wants them to. only katsuki gives it to him because katsuki holds no barred when he throw, he puts everything on the line and izuku wants that. he earnestly wants to receive all of katsuki's feelings. like he had in their past. izuku steps back as he watches katsuki gets on the mound.

it feels so right to crouch down, his gloved hand forward to receive katsuki's balls, and the fire of katsuki's eyes on him the entire time.

"give me everything you got. your best yet," he orders over the field.

katsuki snarls. "shut the fuck up," he says, and throws.

the balls slide right into izuku's glove like the turn of a key, the fit of a jigsaw puzzle, like a pitcher and their catcher. perfect just like izuku's imagine it to be. the impact of it knocks izuku back but the ball is right in his glove. right where izuku wants him to throw.

izuku gets up and throws his gear to the ground as he races up toward the mound. he laughs because THIS FEELS GOOD, BETTER THEN WINNING THE CHAMPIONSHIP ALONE BECAUSE NOW THEY'RE GOING TO WIN THIS TOGETHER AND HE KNOWS IT. CAN SEE IT IN KATSUKI'S PITCH, CAN FEEL IT THE BALL IN HIS GLOVE

"that was beautiful kacchan! i knew you can do it because with you here with me, we can do anything, even conquer this entire world," he declares with a certainty that startles even katsuki. he's grinning so wide and proud like katsuki's pitch was made for him and--

katsuki reaches out and pulls him into a forceful kiss because he looks so beautiful it hurts to watch, because in the end it was always about them. deku. Izuku. he has been waiting for a long, long time for izuku to get here. to stand on the same field as him and to have izuku catch his pitch. even when they fought each other in the regular seasons and the playoffs, where one side always win and the other always lose, he thought one day they would both share the same fate, same side and katsuki and izuku will taste victory together. they can, and now they will.

#bakudeku #not!fic #baseball au

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rwby-ask-central · 4 years

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RWBY CRACKPOT THEORY TIME! (SPOILERS?)

So this post will be a rather long one because of all the theories and the level of detail I want to go into. So buckle up kids!! It’s starting time!

Theory 1: TEAM JN_R is gonna die. So let me start with the most likely death: Nora! Why? Well we saw in a trailer that she used herself to conduct electricity through Amity, and she’s CLEARLY in pain. In the opening of the show, we see Penny’s fathers working on Amity (presumably) and it flashes Watts on the other side of the glass. So it’s likely they’ll try to recruit him and he’ll play along. He’s still a villain. It would be the perfect opportunity to take out someone. It would deal a moral and actual blow to the group. Now, Ren’s death relies on Nora. Call it cliche, but I think if Nora dies, he’ll take his own life. He still carries the dagger, it’s clear they have feeling for eachother and they’ve been together for a long time. So that’s where it comes from. Jaune will probably meet his end the same way Pyrrha did. Not necessarily by Cinder’s hand. But all the same. And if my theory of Pyrrha being sent to the same realm that Ozma was when he met the God of light, then the two lovers can rest eternally at last. You’ll learn that a bunch of my theories rely on this main theory.

Theory 2: Salem will obtain the maiden powers through more...malicious means. I’m not sure if it was confirmed or not, but if Salem is able to corrupt people as she was, she can offer to ressurect Nora (following theory 1) in return. Of course, if this wasn’t the case, perhaps she could offer to ressurect Pyrrha. Or even....Summer Rose.

Theory 3: Neo is going to die. See, we know that Salem controls the Grimm. Neo is seeking revenge against RWBY for Roman’s death. What if..AND HEAR ME OUT...she knows Ruby wasn’t at fault. She pretends to hate Ruby to get close to Cinder, by extent, Salem. She’ll try to take her revenge, but between Salem, cinder, and everyone else on board? She won’t even make it in touching distance. A futile attempt, but one she risked her life for.

Theory 4: Neo’s evolved semblance. It was hinted that Semblances can actually evolve to some degree, back in volume 7. This theory comes from my partner!! What if she has the ability to project illusions, similar to Emeralds, but it’s not a mental task. And I spun it off into a sad bit where I said she uses that semblance to project a clone of Roman and sleep next to him crying herself to sleep. ;-; ITS SO SAD AND IM SORRY.

Theory 5: RWBY Corruption. Similar to the theory of using dead people as bargaining chips, this one is more..just to torture them. Salem would corrupt the corpse of Adam and make it undying, sending it after Blake/Yang. They would be facing a foe that can’t stay down from thier past. Adam has caused so much damage (mental and physical) to the pair. It would probably continue to scar them seeing his corpse try to fight them mindlessly. Salem offers to put the man to rest for good by taking one of Team RWBY. After the trade is done, she corrupts the girl to replace Adam.

Theory 6: Sad Summer Times. Somehow, Team RWBY/JNR make thier way into the whale ship. Somehow, Salem is about to fall and perish. As Ruby swings her sythe to strike her down, the black goop from the Grimm pools slides off, revealing a still alive Summer Rose. By the time Ruby sees this, she can’t stop. A head goes rolling on the floor. The goop reassembles itself into Salem. She used a Vessel to sacrifice in the event she was in Danger. (You can think of this one as a substitution Jutsu from NARUTO, but with an actual sacrifice to use).

Theory 7: Salem is trying to start over. She’s suffered so much, she’s already cost thousands of people thier lives when she was human. What if she’s trying to gather the relics to create a new, better world where she and Ozma and live happily without fear of death or age?

Theory 8: Salem’s goal is bigger than any of us can imagine. She already has magic. She’s growing stronger, she’s taken down most of the Kingdoms. There’s nothing to stop her. What does killing the Gods possibly get her? She can already rule over the world as she is. There has to be an even bigger picture

Theory 9: Emerald will defect from Salem’s troops. She came with Cinder because she thought she cared. She’s being neglected SO. HEAVILY. She must hate it. If you look back to the opening, we see a hall of villains that lead up to Salem. If you noticed, Emerald wasn’t there. But MERCURY WAS. It seems odd to only show off one of the low-level henchmen?

Theory 10: Winter will kill James Ironwood. The man...he’s become Salem but for the good guys(? Is he even still?). It was clear NONE of the ace Ops openly approved of the murder James committed. Winter is recovering. The military has been Winter’s entire life, running away from her family problems instead. If James threatens her military career, she probably wouldn’t hesitate to strike. Even if Winter doesn’t murder James, we know she wouldn’t hesitate to Usurp his position. We know that Winter and Weiss will clash this season from the opening.

Theory 11: Ozma will die for good. Or at least by separated from Ozcar. This one doesn’t really have a reason behind it other than the fact that Ozma keeps getting weaker and we saw Salem looming over Ozcar in the opening. I think this would be a great opportunity to allow Ozcar to better expand his own legacy, not the shadow of Oz’s. He would take up Oz’s legacy, but forge his own path the right way. His way. One more theory to go!!

Theory 12: We are reaching the Natural end of RWBY. At least the first generation. As far as I recall, Monty was able to write up about 10 volumes worth of lore and plot. We are going into volume 8. No one said the entire thing is about the VICTORY of Team RWBY. rather, it’s a story about the world of Remnant in its most interesting days. What if the story (from our perspective) is actually about the victory of Salem, accomplishing her goals and seeing the world struggle to fight against her in their final days? Strange theory, but I have such a weird draw to this one. I genuinely feel like Team RWBY won’t succeed in thier goal to stop Salem. I don’t want to see them suffer, but I can’t see them winning. Not unless some magical miracle happens. Which I’m not saying CANT happen....just that I don’t believe it will.

Theory 13: Raven saves the day. I’ve been thinking about a character redemption for Raven since her run away in Volume 5. It would be perfect. She agreed to turn herself over to Salem in exchange for leaving Atlas. I don’t think Salem would agree to it, or even honor the agreement if she did, but it would be amazing if Raven showed up to try and make amends.

I know this was a VERY long one, but I really needed to just let out a giant theory blast. Even if none of these make sense, I like them. Or at the very least, I think they make interesting story bits to share or think about “what if X happened”. Thanks for reading!

#rwby #rwby summer rose #rwby pyrrha #rwby predictions #rwby yang #rwby blake #rwby ruby #rwby weiss #rwby spoilers #rwby neo #rwby nora #rwby ren

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jinniesxlamp · 5 years

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Goodbye, Hello - Chapter 3

LIST OF CHAPTERS –> Masterlist

It wasn’t the obvious rumbling of footsteps behind you, nor was it the faint noise of cars and buses from outside the building but rather, the poor sentence structures and countless grammatical errors of the article you were reading that precipitated the delusional headache you were starting to have.

You examined the entire page carefully scanning through another then another only to worsen the sourness drawn all over your face. The middle-aged man who sat nervously across you however, helplessly wiped the sweat that poured endlessly from his temples.

Upon finishing only less than a quarter of the one hundred seventy one-paged bundle, you finally decided to stop, tossing it gently on the table right in front of you sending the poor, office man slightly jumping from his seat as if already knowing what was coming for him.

At one corner of the suffocating room stood a petite woman, corporately dressed in a white long sleeved blouse inserted in a black pencil skirt which fell just below her knees, hair tied in a clean bun and a leather clipboard hugged on her chest with both arms. Unlike the man who she glanced at with sympathy, she remained calm and unbothered waiting for the next thing to happen.

No matter how positively they tried to think about what could transpire in a second or two, the way you rubbed your temples just after releasing a very frustrated sigh convinced them—it will not be good.

“Revise everything by 9:00 am tomorrow.” You said quite firmly.

“E-everything?” Stuttered the panicked man which you only replied with a blank stare.

“B-b-but this is due to air tomorrow at 11:00 am” hesitantly, he answered back avoiding eye contact.

“I know. Submit the revisions by 9:00 am tomorrow” coldly, you shot him a look that sent chills to his spine.

“W-we might not make it on time for airing tomorrow if we revise it now”

The slight change in the tone of his voice, though it wasn’t necessarily offensive or disrespectful only aggrevated the tension inside the room. He knew he shouldn’t have said that. But the damage had been done and all he could possibly do was wait for hell to break loose. He sat there in despair watching you shift your position from slouching sideways on your chair to moving towards the table, leaning forward while clasping both hands sternly and resting them on the table as you cleared your throat.

“Tell me, Mr. Choi. Whose job is it to produce a script for tomorrow’s show?”

There was a slight pause.

“Mine” with his head hanging down, he said in defeat. You nodded.

“And whose fault is it that you failed to come up with a competent script a day before it was supposed to air?”

“Mine” he took a stab on his ego and sighed lifelessly.

In a matter of a few minutes, the torturous meeting had ended. Mr. Choi slowly took his rejected work from the table and dragged himself heavily out the door. You couldn’t help but take a deep breath, releasing a pursed-lip sigh, slouching back on the chair, thinking about a million things all at once.

The only thing that seemed to take your mind off all the stress was the picture of a woman framed at the right end of the table. After staring at it for awhile, you finally gave in to the urge of taking it in your hand, allowing yourself to be embraced by the soothing feeling it brought you.

“She’s proud of you” spoke a warm woman’s voice who you almost forgot was there.

Your longing gaze never leaving the picture, speaking to it without any words but a thousand emotions.

“She’s proud of you too” you whispered back, just enough for her to hear.

“We should get going, you’re expected at the shooting today” reminded the young lady, Soojin.

“Hm? Which one?” Raising an eyebrow, turning to her in a state of complete oblivion.

“Champion Trainee”

“Mwo? What do they need me there for? Executive Producer Park In Jung took care of everything......didn’t he?”

After having recovered from your meeting with Mr. Choi awhile ago, again, you started to feel your blood pressure rising at the mere thought of everything that could go wrong.

Soojin, who seemed to be as perplexed about the situation as you were, sighed initially in response.

“Yes. But.....unfortunately they had to replace two judges yesterday and they needed all the producers to meet the new cast.”

She stated, reading through her notes from the clipboard she was holding.

“Why did they have to replace them? And with who?” The sour face that had just recently disappeared had began showing again at the mere thought of being informed about this last minute.

Out of all the things you hated about working with Park In Jung—the highly respected, multi-awarded show producer, was that he always made his own decisions without considering the opinion of the rest of the team. Especially you. This was your first project as Supervising Producer.

“Let’s get you there so we can answer those questions” replied Soojin as she scanned her notes, trying to find something that might have answered your questions

“Arasso” again, for the hundredth time today, you released a heavy sigh, pressing your lips on the picture frame before unwillingly putting it back in its place.

The drive towards the venue took only about ten minutes given the fact that both your office and the filming location were situated in Gangnam. As soon as you entered the building, you started brisk walking until reaching the right studio. The show is expected to go live in about six hours from now. Scanning through the venue from the camera placements, to the snack bar and most importantly, the stage. Everything seemed to look ready as it should, allowing you to relax.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called out, Park In Jung.

You waited (im)patiently as he made his way towards your direction with another man who you could barely see from a distance. By the time they had gotten close enough, you could start picturing the other man’s features one by one until you recognized him.

“Just in time. Let’s proceed to the meeting room.” said In Jung.

Irritated with him as you were, you shifted your glance right away to the ever so familiar body that stood next to him. He returned your glances, signaling familiarity on his end as well. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him.

“Oh, my apologies. Where are my manners—” started In Jung

“Y/N, this Monsta x’s Lee Jooheon. Although I’m quite sure you know him already. Jooheon, this is Y/N our Supervising Producer for this season.”

“I think I’ve seen you before, we’ve met in the past, haven’t we?” said Jooheon, holding out his hand as he tried to pretend he didn’t recognize me; I rolled my eyes at the back of my head, giving him a fake smile.

“Yes, I interned as a producer in one of your shows with Mnet a couple years ago.”

We had a few minutes of small talk while both Soojin and In Jung answered phone calls.

“Soojinssi, please lead them to the meeting room. Our last person should meet me here in a few minutes. All the rest of the cast should be there.”

Soojin nodded in response, leading the way for both Jooheon and I. We had a quiet walk towards the meeting room, waiting until Soojin made her stop. Just before she had laid her hands on the doorknob, I heard a loud ring coming from my left coat pocket.

“Go ahead. I’ll be right there.” I said, gesturing them to enter the room.

“Yeoboseyo?”

Yoongi’s POV

Leaving aside the exemplary taste of Jin hyung’s cooking earlier, the empty elevator that opened right in front of me marked a good day ahead.

9:03 am

“Three minutes late. Not bad, Min Yoongi” I smirked to myself.

See, I never was a morning person to begin with. I was always late for early morning, yet alone, last minute meetings but today wasn’t so bad. Even Jimin was surprised to see me getting ready awhile ago. As the door slid open on the third floor, I hauled myself across the hallways trying to find the correct studio number, ignoring all the usual stares I was getting.

Studio 25 A. This was it. Just as I stepped inside, Park In Jung was already standing twenty feet from the door. He was busy texting on his phone, I took the initiative and approached him instead.

“Annyeonghaseyo” I bowed, greeting him formally.

“Oh! Annyeonghaseyo” he greeted back.

“In behalf of the team, allow me to express our gratitude ahead. Thank you for accepting this project even with the very short notice” there was a nervous laugh from his end which I acknowledged with a nod and a quirky smile.

“Let’s get you to the meeting room.”

We slowly made our way to where the rest of everybody waited, this was a busy building. There were people coming from all four directions, running, yelling and what-not. It was only when I heard In Jung’s phone ring that I turned back towards our own direction.

“Yeoboseyo?—Oh?—De—We’re thirty seconds away—Mwo?—Oh...I see, I see—Alright”

As soon he had gotten off the phone, he turned to me.

“That was our Supervising Producer. She won’t be able to stay for the meeting and wanted me to extend her apologies to you.”

“I understand, there’s still a lot of time for us to meet.”

Twenty minutes later, we were already half way through the meeting. In the room with me were faces which weren’t foreign at all.

To my right sat Loco who sat by Blackpink’s Lisa. On my left, Monsta x’s Jooheon was scribbling notes on his copy of the show guide which was distributed before we started. Next to him was Got7’s Bambam who looked as clueless as TWICE’s Chaeyoung, constantly peeking over Mamamoo’s Hwasa’s notes. The rest of the seats were occupied by all directors and producers, except one who just called In Jung earlier.

While everyone else was busy signing the contract, reading or making small talk, I started fiddling with my own set of documents, flipping through the pages of the show guide, trying to acquaint myself with who I was working with. This was a big project. In fact, one of the biggest ones I signed up for outside BTS.

Aside from having Park In Jung as Executive producer, Ha Da Young was also listed as Director. A few of her well known shows were Infinite Challenge and King of Mask Singer, both earning the top rates during their air time.

As I read further down the same page, a certain name caught my attention. The name I knew for sure, but I was certain this wasn’t the same person I was thinking of. I pointed my finger on that same line, tracing it towards left, trying to match it with this person’s title; Y/N, Supervising Producer. The same person who was on the phone with In Jung.

“Jugiyo, did the Supervising Producer come in earlier?” In a whisper, I turned to Loco to ask.

“De. She came by for a little bit. Wae?” He nodded, blinking ignorantly.

“The name sounds familiar to me. What was she like?” I said, unconsciously dwelling more into the topic.

“Hmm—

She was...proper? I don’t know how to put it but she looked exactly like what her title says she was” he responded with an innocent question mark all over his face, scratching the back of his head.

“I see” By this time, an arrogrant grunt made its way out my lips. Of course. What was I thinking.

This couldn’t be her.

Y/N’s POV

Twelve hours later and still here I was, constantly yawning in between writing e-mails. Taking another sip from my coffee, something I shouldn’t even be drinking at 9:34 pm, I took out the letter that was laying in between my computer and Myunghwa’s picture. It was the same letter handed to me by CEO Byeon earlier today. He called me before the meeting at the shooting site, requesting for me to leave ASAP as he had important matters to discuss with me.

In the letter and with our short coversation this morning, he had brought my attention to an issue they had with In Jung. From what I understood, they were suspecting In Jung of money laudering, using the upcoming show as the object for his ulterior motives.

“We are currently gathering all the information we could until we have enough proof to remove him from this project. But when the time comes, we will need to find a new Executive Producer for this and you, Y/N is the board’s first choice. Think this over. We will give you enough time.”

You couldn’t help but push yourself back on your seat, rubbing your face with both hands as if trying to remove all thoughts from your head. A sudden promotion would become more of a crisis than a blessing; you didn’t know if you were ready for all of this.

At the left edge of the desk laid a copy of the show guide which was faxed to Soojin in the afternoon. Eyeing it for three seconds, you slid it across the table towards you, picking it up and flicking through the contents of it.

Judges

Hwasa (MAMAMOO)

Loco (Solo Artist)

Bambam (Got7)

Reaching the end of this page, you flipped through the next one, taking another sip off your cup and putting it down, preparing to read the rest of the names listed.

Out of nowhere, the same loud noise that always startled you, along with the flickering brightess of your phone screen surprised you enough, accidentally tripping the cup of coffee. Panic started to consume you seeing the trail of brown liquid running towards your computer. No tissues or paper towels were in sight, leaving you no choice but to grab the closest thing to you. Just before the spilt coffee touched the foot of your computer, you managed to crumple the show guide you were just reading, cleaning your desk as you answered your phone.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Please tell me you’re home” sighed Soojin who was already disappointed knowing you weren’t.

“I’m headed home in two minutes.” You responded with the truth. This day needed to end for you.

“You better not be lying, eonnie. You’re still my sister outside the office.”

“I know, I know. I’m just cleaning the coffee I spilled and I’m leaving” I said, tossing the soaked pieces of paper into the trash beneath the desk.

“Arasso. Grab something to eat before you head home. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Arasso. Good night.”

Taking a deep breath, scanning through your office one last time, you decided to turn off the computer then the lights, grabbing your purse as you made your way outside the door.

“Tomorrow is another day.”

You said to yourself.

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zrhettnunh-ffxiv-blog · 6 years

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Retaking the Bones

“She’s back!” Rhett shook his head, groaning at the voice in his dreams. “Cap’n! She’s back!” Rhett’s world began to shake, the fading landscape of his dream rumbling around him. What? Where had he been? Confusion reigned as consciousness slowly returned, accompanied by one hell of a headache. The world was spinning, and the first mate’s hand on his shoulder shaking him wasn’t helping.

“Fuck, Cynric, I’m up. Who’s back?” Rhett sat up slowly, holding his head. Had he drunk that much? Of course he had, to chase Rea out of his mind. “Son of a…” he reached for the flask that he knew would be next to the bed and took a long pull, finally settling his gaze on the excitable man before him.

“The Bones, Cap’n. She floats in the harbor at Moraby right now. Must’ve come in last night.” Cynric held out his captain’s hat and shirt, which Rhett accepted with a nod.

“Everything else is in place?”

“Aye, Cap’n. Just waiting on you to give the order.” Now Cynric was practically hopping from foot to foot in his excitement.

“The order is given, then,” Rhett climbed to his feet and paused a moment for his head to clear. “I will meet you there at midnight. See that the crew is briefed on the plan.”

“Aye, Cap’n!” Cynric turned to go, then stopped and gave his captain an almost sheepish look, hesitating.

“What else, then?” Rhett asked, irritated.

“Miss Abri stopped by this mornin’ to check on you. She didn’t want to wake you, but she left that,” he pointed to a basket on the dresser, from which Rhett could smell the aroma of fresh pastries. He smiled despite the headache.

“Did you tell her about the Bones?” Rhett asked gravely.

“Oh, no, Cap’n,” the man promised. “She has no idea, least not from us.”

Rhett nodded, both in gratitude and as a dismissal. As the first mate left to rouse the crew, Rhett unwrapped the pastries and ate a hasty breakfast. Or was it lunch? Checking out the window, he realized half the day was gone. He would have to move fast if this was going to work. Licking the last of the icing from his fingers, he retrieved his sword and set out for Limsa.

*****

Later that evening, Rhett laid awake in bed, watching the stars out the window. The woman next to him stirred and he tensed, but she did not wake. He had given her enough of one of Rea’s sleeping draughts to make sure that wouldn’t happen until well into the morning. She was pretty enough, for a Maelstrom bitch, which made this part of the plan more tolerable. He still couldn’t believe his fortune, having found a newly promoted captain out celebrating. Getting her upstairs in the inn had been child’s play, and she had already been so drunk that she hadn’t even suspected the odd “new concoction” he’d offered her.

At the appointed hour, a pebble struck the window from outside, and Rhett climbed to his feet, swiftly pulling on his clothes. Throwing open the window, he cast one last look at the sleeping Hyur, then slipped out, dropping lightly to the street below. As he had expected, Cynric waited with a pair of chocobos, and the two were swiftly out of the city and riding hard for Moraby.

*****

“What a beautiful sight,” Rhett murmured, looking across the water at his ship, anchored out in the deep water of the bay. He had removed most of his clothing and, like the rest of his crew, was wading into the ocean for the short swim.

A quarter hour later, he pulled himself up past the rail and dropped onto the deck. Silent as only a seasoned miqo’te sailor could be, he approached the first of the night watchmen. Once the others were in position, he flashed his dagger in the dim light, giving the signal to proceed. The watchman before him didn’t make a sound as he slumped to the deck, his lifeblood gushing from the wound Rhett had gouged in his throat.

A trio of splashes marked the watchmen’s final swim, and the crew of the Rolling Bones began making ready to set sail. Rhett and Cynric hastened below decks as the others weighed the anchor and unfurled the sails. By the time the Bones sailed out of the bay, five other bodies floated in her wake.

Calling the crew together, Rhett stood at the rail of the quarterdeck looking them over. “The time for stealth has passed, we are safely away. On our ship!” he raised his sword over his head and let out a cheer, which the crew eagerly echoed. Once the din of celebration faded, Rhett continued, “You will set sail for Kugane. I have marked the charts that Cynric carries with the best route. Fly the Limsan flag until you leave Eorzean waters, then fly whichever flag you wish.”

Some of the crew appeared confused. “You not comin’ wit’ us, Cap’n?” one asked.

“Tonight was my last act of piracy, my friend,” Rhett answered. “When you come to port, I will fence your hauls, and act as a contact in the city. Eyes and ears, you know?” he shrugged. “I may even take up smuggling.”

“’e’s leavin’ us for those cat sisters,” another crewman laughed.

“Can ye blame ‘im?” Cynric retorted, to which every man present just shrugged, some laughing, others offering lewd comments.

“In Kugane, or whatever port you settle for, refit the Bones with a new name and some other changes, enough to make sure she won’t be recognized upon returning to Limsa,” Rhett cautioned. “When you return, you will have a privateer’s license waiting, and a patron who will finance your operations.” He gestured grandly, “Plenty of marks out there, and tons of gil to line your pockets.”

The crew cheered again. As they talked amongst themselves, bragging of marks and gil and women that would be theirs, Rhett pulled Cynric aside. “This is where I get off,” he told him. “Tomorrow, once they settle down, elect a new captain. I imagine it’ll be you. When you take a mark, hold no shares for me. This is truly the end.” He extended his hand to the man who had been his first mate for nearly five years, and who had sailed with him for a decade. “Take care of her, Cynric. That’s my final order as your captain. You sink the Bones and I’ll come for you,” he told him, half-jokingly.

Cynric nodded and shook his captain’s hand. “Enjoy them ladies, Cap’n,” he added a lewd wink, then checked the shoreline. “Y’need t’ go now if you’re goin’ t’ make the swim in time. The other bird’s there waitin’ f’r you.”

Rhett merely nodded and took a final look around his ship. He sighed, then turned and dove into the water, swimming hard for the shore, starting a race against the dawn.

*****

A short time later, the Maelstrom captain woke briefly as Rhett climbed back into bed, “Mmmm?”

“Chamber pot,” Rhett explained. “Sleep now, Captain.” She smiled at the reminder of her new rank and sank back into deep slumber. Rhett just laid there, awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he’d made the right decision.

Later that morning, they were both awakened by a pounding at the door. “Open up in the name of the Admiral!” a stern voice called.

The captain beside him sat up, wrapping the blanket around her naked form as Rhett stood, bare as the day he’d been born, and threw open the door. The Maelstrom lieutenant on the other side blinked in surprise at the naked miqo’te before him, but recovered quickly. “Ze’rhett?” he asked, to which Rhett nodded. “You are under arrest for piracy and theft,” the man held up a set of shackles.

Rhett cocked his head, and looked the lieutenant and his two men over. “And when did I commit this act of piracy?”

“Last night. Your old ship disappeared from the harbor of Moraby,” the lieutenant accused.

Before Rhett could reply, a crisp, commanding voice sounded from behind him. “Rhett was here with me all night, lieutenant,” Rhett turned to see her standing, blanket wrapped around her, with a slim hand poking from the folds, holding her new insignia of rank. “He had nothing to do with any piracy.”

The lieutenant looked from Rhett to the captain, confused. “She’s right, you know,” Rhett said casually, “And she outranks you. It might be best if you just disappeared. Maybe go find who really stole my ship?”

The man frowned, “It’s not your ship. You lost it when you decided to be a pirate.”

Rhett shrugged, “She’ll always be ‘my ship’ to me. Someday I’ll buy her back. So go, lieutenant, and find out what happened.” The captain behind him nodded her assent with his orders, and the junior officer had no choice but to step out of the room.

“Sorry for bothering you, ma’am,” he muttered to her, ignoring Rhett’s triumphant grin.

Shutting the door in the man’s face, Rhett turned to the woman, “Look at you, exercising your new command voice,” he teased. Moving across the room, he pulled the blanket from her shoulders, laying her back on the bed. “We have the room for a while yet. Shall we continue celebrating your promotion?”

*****

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sunflowerstrays · 6 years

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my best friend // im jaebum // au

im jaebum x OC (jia). words: 3.4k. genre: fluff, adult themes, angst (a bit of a bish bash bosh au hehe)

summary: jaebum and the boys attend a party with their best friend, Jia, and things get particularly messy between them all. — The lazy glow from the fairy lights hung up outside makes me sleepy as I curl up beside my best friend, Jaebum, at the party. His signature leather jacket is covering my shoulders, protecting the soft skin there from the prying eyes of all his teammates. At my feet, Mark and Jackson chat excitedly to me about their new season starting after summer, and the girls from my cheerleader team giggle with them, trying their hardest to flirt with the boys. But my two other closest friends are either completely oblivious to the attention, don’t want it, or are playing hard to get.

“You are falling asleep,” Youngjae says with a bright smile, handing me his drink and collapsing across my lap. I stroke his soft black hair, causing his face to glow brighter than the sun. Tipsy Youngjae is the cutest Youngjae, and definitely my favourite. “I’m stealing your girlfriend, Jaebum, and I’m not sorry.”

“Come on Youngjae, how many times will I tell you?” I say, flicking his nose before looking back at Jaebum. He’s been my best friend for so long that I know exactly what he is going to say next. “We would be so cute together, basically a power couple,” I say, mocking his gruff tone and grinning at him. He huffs at me in frustration, and I just blow him a kiss before returning my attention to the young boy in my lap, who looks at us with the biggest eyes. “You are such a meany, Ji. You can’t flirt with a guys feelings like you do,” Youngjae sighs, looking frustrated. “It’s been like, twelve years. Just get with him already.” “Give the beautiful lady a break, Youngjae,” says a new voice, and I see that Jinyoung, the school’s head boy, has strolled out in the garden. Yugyeom follows him out and drops down beside the two flirty girls, who give him a look up and down before giggling with each other again. The look on Mark’s face tells me that he was enjoying the attention, because now he looks disappointed the attention has been spread elsewhere. “Have a seat, Jinyoung. Bambam, move over a little for our head boy,” I giggle with Youngjae, both knowing that Jinyoung hates being called that title. He rolls his eyes at me and purposely hits my back as he walks past with his bottle, making me roll my eyes. “Ji, have you and Jaebum ever kissed before?” Bambam asks, shuffling over for the dark haired boy and leaning too forward in his chair, almost falling out. I wonder how much he’s consumed tonight, and whether it was a safe amount for a single boy. “They did that time we all planned spin the bottle, remember? Or was it true or dare… either way, Jackson made them. We’d never seen Jaebum so happy,” Mark chuckles, picking up an empty bottle by Jackson’s foot. “How about a rematch?” “Sure,” my friends all nod, and rearrange themselves accordingly. I roll my eyes, looking at the outnumbering of three girls to seven boys, but decide to let the drunk boys get on with it. Youngjae shuffles off of my lap to sit beside me instead, grinning as bright as the sun beams. The bottle lands on Yugyeom, who is told to pass his drink to the prettiest girl here. The giggling boy swings his bottle between me and Somin, the blonde girl from my cheer squad, before finally giving in and handing it to me. I blush and drink the cups contents, the drink a fruity punch with a strong taste of alcohol underneath. I thank the tall boy before dropping the cup at my feet, Jaebum snorting with distaste as I shrug off his jacket and lay it over my legs instead. The next few rounds are just stupid dares that leave Jackson shirtless, Yugyeom sat on Mark’s lap and Bambam kissing Jinyoung. None of the boys seem to care about the attention they are drawing when they start howling loudly, and a group of girls come outside to join, sliding between some of the boys after seeing a shirtless Jackson, I’m sure. I’m content with the game because the bottle doesn’t seem to be stopping on me, and that makes me relaxed. But just as I shake my long pale blonde curls off of my shoulder, the bottle ends up pointing at my knees. “Really?” I sigh, glaring at Jackson who is beaming from ear to ear. “Dare,” I huff, being known for never backing down from a dare. It’s ended me in some dodgy situations before, but I’ve always gone through with them. “Oh come on, we all know what he’s going to ask,” Jaebum rolls his eyes at his friend. “Lets really ramp it up, shake up Mr Jaebum’s world. Ji, I want you to kiss the most attractive boy here. And he can’t be your best friend.” The shock on everyone’s faces makes me laugh as I look around the circle, adjusting my skirt and rolling my shoulders. All six boys look at me with wide eyes, and I can see which ones of them will probably forget this in the morning: all of them. Jaebum and I were the designated parents of tonight’s party, and the boys have definitely taken advantage of that. With one glance at the frustrated Jaebum beside me, I jump up from my seat between the boys, the taller boys jacket falling off of my knees as I step around Youngjae and chew my lip for a second. “Come on, Ji, you are killing me,” Yugyeom whines, making me smile. I walk around the circle once before kneeling down in front of Mark, who comes to life as I lean forward. I don’t even have to kiss him as he moves and meets me in the middle before I can. “Give it more fire, Ji. We all know you are capable of it,” Jackson says with a tight yet amused voice beside me. I laugh lightly before running my fingers through Mark’s hair, making the older boy sigh and hold me gently. “Someone get a photo of JB. Mark, I wouldn’t sleep tonight at his if I were you,” Bambam howls, and I move away from Mark to look at the dark haired boy. Jaebum has recovered now, and sits with a smug look on his face, but I see annoyance at his friends in his eyes. One last glance at Mark and I see that the older boy is elated, his cheeks glowing and eyes light. I’ve never seen him so relaxed. As I take my seat beside Jaebum again and take his larger hand in mine, I feel a pang of guilt. Whilst intoxicated, these games are fun and joking, but I know Jaebum hasn’t drunk at all and the feelings for me that he has have been around for a long time. Sure, he’s been with his fair share of girls from the year, and has never held back in these games just like I don’t, but I know how well he tries to hide it. “Mark, you’ve got Ji’s lipstick on you. It’s a pretty colour,” Youngjae giggles, clapping loudly when the bottle lands on him. More rounds occur and I somehow manage to survive a dare that has me taking three shots then repeating the same dare as earlier, where I share another more drunken kiss with Mark. My next turn is a truth, and whilst it’s Bambam who spun the bottle and gets to choose for me, I’m shocked by his question. “Why, knowing how JB feels for you Ji, have you never explicitly said no to him? Do you have feelings for him as well?” I look at Jaebum for a moment, because he is my rock to keep me sane in moments like this. I’ve never thought about why I’ve never said no to him, but I do know the answer to his second question. “Thats two truths. Pick one,” I say, sounding hesitant and more nervous than I’d like. The only one that picks up on this is Jaebum in a sober state, who wears a cloudy expression. “Fine. Do you have feelings for him?” Yes. Of course I do. He’s been my best friend for so long, and I’ve had feelings for him just as long as he has me. But he knows too much about me as a person for me to risk ever losing him, especially in such a horrible way like heartbreak. I’ve experienced it enough, and Jae has been there to get me through each one. The thought of him not being there for me through another because he is the reason makes me sick. “Haven’t I made it clear before?” I say, internally cringing when I see Jaebum physically flinch out of the corner of my eye. “That’s not clear at all. Give me an answer!” Bambam sounds as frustrated as I feel. I glare him down, and he shakes his head, realising he’s beginning to upset me. “But I guess you have. Your turn to spin, Ji.” I twist the bottle and yawn loudly, leaning more against Jae as I begin to feel drained again. It lands on Jaebum of course, and I tiredly pass the question on to Youngjae, wanting to be curled up at home suddenly, drowning in the feelings I try so hard to repress. “Truth or dare, Jae?” Youngjae says in a voice that mocks me. “I dare you to try that voice and name one more time, Youngjae,” Jaebum says challengingly, and the younger boy apologises profusely. “Dare.” “I dare you to kiss Ji,” Bambam blurts out suddenly, and Jaebum raises an eyebrow in response. Youngjae nods, and everyone leans forwards to watch. Jaebum glances down at me, his eyebrows raised in amusement. I shock him by moving closer and kiss his cheek quickly, making all the boys howl in laughter. The kiss is so brief and short that he doesn’t have time to react, just numbly touches his cheek as he looks at Bam. “Now that I didn’t expect,” Jinyoung chuckles, crossing his arms and nodding. I slip my arms into the sleeves of Jaebum’s jacket again, feeling cold as the party begins to die inside. I’ve noticed how empty looking the house has become. Jaebum still looks away with the fairies as he spins the bottle, and it subsequently lands on me after spinning for a while. I roll my eyes and look up at Jaebum, who snaps out of whatever trance he’s been in and looks at me again. “Truth,” I say, not wanting to have to do any of the silly dares that the boys have been coming up with all night, even if the majority of them have been funny. “Okay, so relating to Jackson’s earlier dare, do you find Mark the most attractive?” Jaebum asks, laughing when he sees me scrunching up my nose. “Well, I find you all equally attractive in your own way. I figured Mark would be the best kisser though,” I say, sticking my tongue out at a rowdy Jackson who starts raising his voice, saying he can definitely change that opinion. “Oh pipe down, you should have been more specific with your questioning!” Before Jackson can run across the circle and knock me out, the person who’s garden we are all crashed in comes out and tells us that the party is over. We all look at Jae, who nods before the question is even asked. I’d be spending the night at his house anyway - his house is easily the biggest on the island, and I have my own room over there. His parents, who are rarely home because of their work commitments, love having me round, and I would much rather live at my best friend’s house rather than mine. As a result, half my wardrobe is at Jaebum’s, as well as all my school work and most of my belongings. Another reason why dating Jaebum would be catastrophic for the both of us. We all thank the boy and start the trek up the ridiculous hill to Jaebum’s, me having jumped on Jackson’s back because of my aching feet that I place off well. The boy is still mad with me from earlier, but I hug his neck and shoulders and apologise in my sweetest voice until he forgives me just to shut me up. When the boys finally make the long trek up Jaebum’s drive, Bam nearly collapses at the gates from tiredness and Mark and Yugyeom have to drunkenly carry the boy through the house to the large spare room where they’ll all be staying. I’m convinced they are all going to pass out in their clothes until Jaebum drops a fresh pile of joggers on the ground and tells them to freshen up in the bathroom, grumbling about his parents being back tomorrow afternoon and him not wanting to have to spend all tomorrow cleaning. I follow him upstairs to our rooms, which is a phrase I’ve thought over so many times now it isn’t unfamiliar to me anymore. Jaebum leans against my doorway as I chuck my heels into the corner and shrug off his jacket it, carefully hanging it on the coat peg. “Jia,” Jaebum says as I pull an old pair of his oversized joggers on my legs. I look up from where my foot has gotten tangled and raise an eyebrow at him. “What happened tonight with Mark-” “Don’t stress,” I stop him before he can continue. “Please. It was a dare. I had no choice. Besides, the results would have been vastly different if you wasn’t out of the mix.” Usually comments like this cheer him up, but tonight something has him extremely caught up in the moment. I finish with the joggers and tell him to shut his eyes whilst I change from my dress to an old shirt of his - the only thing of mine that isn’t at his house is any feminine pyjamas that I own. They are all at mine, so now I just sleep in whatever Jae has lying around that still smells of him. When I’m finished, I walk over and hug him tightly. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer, resting my head on his chest. He keeps his arms by his side, hesitant to move at the minute. “There are so many reasons why I can’t do this,” I say, and I feel him suck in a sharp breath. “So many that no one would understand if I tried to explain. I can’t risk it though.” “But Jia, you are the biggest risk taker I know. You never hesitate with anything. Why me?” He sounds broken, and knowing I did that is enough for me to want to jump the White Cliffs. “I can’t risk losing you,” I say, scrunching up my eyes and sighing against his chest. He reaches up and brushes my long hair, gently teasing out the curls and remaining quiet. “But what if I promised you wouldn’t lose me?” “No one ever keeps their promises,” I snort ungracefully, stepping back and letting go. “Never. I can’t rely on that.” “Where are you going?” he asks as I turn around and pick up my duvet and cushions. Confusion is on his face as I wait by him in the doorway. “We have guests. I’m not ignoring the chance for a sleepover!” I chirp, and all the worry and confusion on Jae’s face melts away into adoration for me. He dashes into his room to change whilst I bundle down the corridor, dragging my sheets behind me. At the top of their stairs I can hear a bickering argument between Jackson and Mark, and roll my eyes, knowing precisely what it is about. “Boys,” Jaebum mutters, his eyes light again. I nod with a laugh and leap down the stairs, running across his kitchen and sliding on the long trousers into the room where the boys are all passing out on the sofas. Bam has woken up again and rests his head on Yugyeom’s shoulder, who stretches out across three chairs whilst Youngjae snoozes on the floor. As I slide into the room, I trip on the duvet and end up barrelling into Jackson, who shouts and gives me an evil glare. I stick my tongue out and lay across him, my blanket covering him as I squash the muscular boy. “Ji you are so annoying! Like a baby,” Jackson huffs, rolling over and tossing me to the floor before sitting on my stomach. My eyes go wide as he begins to tickle my sides, and I thrash about to stop him, unable to catch my breath because he’s tickling me so much. Mark joins in, pinning my legs and chuckling as he tickles my bare feet like a mad man. “Help!” I cry, tears in my eyes from the excessive amount of tickling. Jaebum considers it, before sitting beside my head and just tickling under my chin. “I hate you all. I will sue you for this Jackson - We aren’t friends anymore!” The three boys stop immediately, apologising profusely for tickling me to the point of tears. I just sniff and wrap my duvet around me, laying on a sleepy Youngjae who wraps an arm over me and declares that he will protect me until the end of my days. Then Yugyeom and Bambam join us, sitting in front of the me so the boys can’t reach me. I poke my head out from my duvet and rest it on Youngjae’s chest, giving the three boys stares as Jinyoung comes out of the bathroom looking wildly confused. He shakes his head and sits in the now empty seat, head falling back in tiredness. “Jia is smart. She brought a blanket,” Youngjae says, still cuddling me as he tugs some of the duvet over him instead. I curl up and let him, and together we fit under the double duvet, with Yugyeom also crashing on the sofa with us and Bam dragging the floor mattress to the end and chucking a loose blanket over himself. The other boys who are still partially drunk just argue bitterly over who has the blankets and who doesn’t, so Jaebum eventually drops his blanket on the floor and runs his eyes, looking done with his friends. My heart swells at the action, and when Yugyeom jumps up to change before crashing alongside Bam on the floor, I pat the chair and welcome him over. As he sits down I give him the blanket as well and pull him towards Youngjae and I, until the three of us practically cuddle on the sofa and the other boys are laughing at the situation. “This hurts, Jia,” Youngjae whines, and I finally huff and sit up between the two boys, sticking my bottom lip out and sulking. Youngjae begins to apologise, but Jaebum tells him that I’m just being a nuisance and always get like this if not cuddled to sleep. Then he wraps his arms around me and half pulls me on to his lap, letting me rest my head on his chest and shut my eyes, feeling his breaths with each rise of his chest. Youngjae smiles sweetly at Jaebum, a smile that I catch when I crack my eyes open slightly. It makes me roll my eyes, but fills me with both joy and sadness anyway. One day, I can dream. Until then, I just gave to keep up what I’m doing, even if it’s destroying both of us. — hey lovelies. jaebum fluff because im soft for jaebum - fun fact about me! i’m going to write a part two because,,,, im so soft for him. not sure if i mentioned that already. don’t hate me. requests are still open <3

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Episode 5 | Forgive Me Cowtown For I Have Sinned - Ari

ohhhhh i found something JUICY tonight!!! so yesterday the hosts got tired of me constantly asking how many fuel i have and gave me the command to view it, and i knew i was outta points so i was like ok cool we'll check it out tomorrow. TURNS OUT the scorekeeper bot shows you not just your personal points.... but the points of everyone in the game.... and WHOM is number two on that list with 36 entire points? that's right. my best friend keegan. my first thought was wtf ew how did he already recover from my sabotage, i feel zero percent guilty about doing that now! and then my second thought was WAIT...... this is PERFECT. so you can bet i ran right to all three of my allies to be like "hey omg i found something shady :0 didn't keegan say all his fuel got blown up the other day? well i pulled some receipts and it turns out he still has all of it! why would he lie about that??? so sus!" and now i'm laughing because there could not be a more perfect excuse to get him gone!!! i'm not gonna push it any more than that right now - for all i know, we'll prob win the next challenge again - but i've tucked the ammo away in my pocket, planted the ari seed in jonathan and zoe's heads, and i'll let it sit pretty there until i need it. also, i ended up telling ali what i did to keegan simply because he is 100% not going against me and i needed someone to tell me i'm funny, so i also let him know about this plan o mine and that we could use this against sir keegan, which he's so down for. god. i cannot wait to tell mj about all this shit.

Jacob being voted out of NuTrian is the second best thing that could have happened. Preferably Nathan but my OG Andro and Jessie are safe so that’s very good. Now we’ve got a Guess Who challenge which is okay. I don’t care if we get first or second, I just really really don’t want to get last. Let’s keep the good vibes going and be safe for a fifth straight tribal council. Ali told me he scored 11 points, I scored 10. I hope Zoe can whip out her survivor magic with a score of 8 or 9. And then hopefully Jonathan can pull out a good score as well. Nathan and Zach have both scored 12 on this challenge before, so I can only hope they keep up with that and score high again. Gotta make sure those other tribes flop. I’m still incredibly uncertain about how to play this steal a player advantage. It’s possible we ride this 3 tribe split all the way to merge. My guess is merge at 11 or 10. That would be quite a few tribals to go without another swap but it’s certainly possible. Though I could absolutely see a swap now at 12. Two tribes of six, and then merge at 10. A final 3 with 7 jurors perhaps? Either way, I think I’ll hold on to this advantage until it seems likely that I’ll need it. No sense in causing some chaos if it isn’t necessary.

ok so i'm doing well in challenges rn, as best as i can at least, and i feel like that's the only thing keeping me alive bc.... nobody talks to me. i feel like i'm starting every one on one conversation and desperately trying to keep it alive and not be left on read. idk if they're like this with each other or if its just me but !!!!!! it doesnt make me feel good abt potentially losing a challenge. so i will just keep carrying my weight and keeping my cute little head down and pray im just being paranoid<3

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WELL We lost the immunity challenge which is the first loss after four straight immunity wins. That was a nice little break while it lasted. The obvious choice right off the bat is to vote for Ali. Keeps the OG Andro tribe fully intact, and avoids the most possible drama. However, I worry he might have found the Circi idol from his original tribe. Plus whatever advantage he may have gotten from the first challenge of the season. So the alternate thought is to maybe vote for Jonathan or Zoe. I adore Ari would not want to vote them out. It's tempting to throw a vote on one of them in the event of Ali playing an idol, just to keep myself safe. But if Ali doesn't have an idol, that could cause a whole world of issues. On the flip side, I wouldn't be entirely surprised if some or any of my tribe mates decided to throw my name under the bus. I haven't been the most social person and while I have definitely pulled my weight in the challenges, I could see them having their own little group that's willing to throw my under the bus and make things as painless as possible for the rest of them, especially considering they've all said they like Ali a lot. Ahhh this is all so much worse considering I have the hidden immunity idol. I don't want to waste it, but I also don't want to pull a Kellee Kim and go home with it in my pocket.

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it's kind of ridiculous how well this is all going???? why havent they voted me out yet i am running this shit -talked to ali, told him he's gonna be fine we just need to get people to vote for keegan -talked to jonathan, convinced him keegan is the most logical vote "because he's shady" and because it also means we can vote ali easily next time (versus going down to andro 4 and having it get much more messy) -jonathan was like "should we tell ali right before the vote?" and i was like i think you should call him and see where his head is at and we can go from there, jonathan said ok good point, if he says he wants to vote keegan and he also tells you that without any prompting from either of us we know he's real about it -yeeted myself into ali's dms the very second jonathan hung up like OK LISTEN HERE IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY WHEN HE CALLS YOU, HE CANT KNOW I TOLD YOU ANY OF THIS -ali called me half an hour later like "omg we had such a good talk i love jonathan now deadass, i told him exactly what you said to say and he's so down" -presumably in the morning jonathan will call me and say "wow had a great talk with ali he seems cool and great and he said he'd vote keegan, what did he tell you?" and i can say "yeah same he mentioned keegan so i think we're good!" and jonathan will feel like we Did This Together and ali will feel like i Did This For Him and everyone will be in love with me -all i have to do tomorrow is make sure zoe is on board & that she doesn't feel pushed, and prob call keegan and make him some vague promises about working together long term, and then cross my fingers that i don't get blindsided during my editorial meeting at 9pm est i am having so much fun

i just keep thinking about how funny it’s gonna be when we get to merge and mj tells me to vote out all these people i’ve been making f2s with and i’ll be like “okay!!!!<3”

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Not to go back to INV this round, but not much has been going on. I've been keeping up socializing but since we're not going to tribal it's been more quiet than it has been last round. I'm really glad we won though bc I feel vulnerable if we go to tribal again. Cindi seems close to Nathan, and Nathan and Jessie seem closer to each other than they will be to me so I'm worried I'd be an easy vote. So I'm really hoping for a swap or merge tonight, or at least a challenge we can excel in. Don't want it to come down to one point again.

^_^ Okay, so no important updates with this tribe! It's freaking QUIET. I haven't talked to Zach or Silver at ALL since being with this tribe. I've talked to Jules a lot and Asya some, though. I'd like to work with the two of them if possible and if we ever go to tribal here, which I don't want to do because uhhh it's worrisome! Anyway, the only actual update I have is that I found the legacy advantage!!! Randomly at like 2AM I found it. I don't remember what I was doing exactly... I think I just went to watch the Circi round 3 tribal and then the Trian round 4 tribal... and then I think I went to watch the Tribe Swap video to see if there was some sort of announcement made regarded the Oxygen Tank amounts because I was confused why that number was changed more than double. I guess I was also thinking that since the hosts didn't make an announcement that the adventure was resetting at the swap then MAYBE there would be a new twist/advantage inserted elsewhere for this next phase of the game? Now, being the crackhead that I am, of course back on original tribes, I SEARCHED everywhere on the blog that I could think of. Extenders URLs, the source code, hidden hyperlinks - everything. Nothing was there. But in this case, my brain said, hmm, let's just scroll down and see if there's anything in the description of the Tribe Swap Youtube video...and... there was!! I didn't really know what it was at first but when I opened it everything CLICKED! Finally the Reem Cameo from launch night serving a bigger purpose made total sense. After seeing this link in the description though and realizing it was calling back to something we were told about night one, I went back and checked to see if this had been hidden all along, and of course it's literally in the description of the Cast Reveal video!!! and every other video after that!!! Keeping in mind that I found this 11 days into the game, I was like, oh there's definitely some nerd that found this instantly on night 1 so I'm probably just gonna get a message saying nothing here or something like that. Obviously that wasn't the case though. I think nobody found this because I lot of people operate via mobile in these, and Youtube descriptions require an addition click to reveal what's there. Alternatively, for desktop users, who the hell is scrolling down for any reason while you're watching videos from your ORG?? It's nothing something anyone does naturally. So that explains that. Anyway, I'm happy I found it even though it has absolutely no use until Day 39. I will say though that having this and knowing that, it has really motivated me to get to the end of this game. Coincidentally, HOURS before I found this, I had a conversation with Jules about how quiet this tribe has been and that I'd like to start working towards bettering our positions moving forward seeing as there are people here with more/stronger connections than either of us. I just love that I found an advantage that motivates me to start playing this game, exactly how I'd voiced to Jules about feeling a desire to start doing SOMETHING. We love a live narrative!!!! Anyway, I'm not gonna tell Jules about the legacy advantage because it's an advantage that incentivizes people to vote out the owner and have it passed on. I trust Jules, we go YEARS back and have to successful runs as allies under our belts, but this is just something I'd like to keep to myself. Earlier today I also decided that I'm probably never gonna tell Ari about it either if our paths ever (hopefully) cross in this game. I wanna surprise my bestie! At any rate, Jules did tell me that Zach and Asya seem like the type of players that only play on tribal days (at least in this case of this game) which is fine, but I've played a few super intense, intimate, and high-stakes ORGs in the past couple of years which has made me prioritize personal relationships with people over barebones game relationships. This makes dealing with people who aren't that interested in getting to know me or revealing themselves to me a SUPER off-putting experience and a drastic change of pace from what I've become accustomed to. But I'm totally capable of adapting to this environment... I just don't necessarily prefer it. I feel like I have room to connect with Asya on a personal level if given the chance. Zach and Silver I don't know. Although, I do think that if we ever lose immunity here I could for sure spit some game to Silver that would make him believe I want to work with him. I already have an idea of how that conversation goes, and the potential negative consequence of it is practically non-existent on this swap tribe, whereas it could have backfired on me if original Trian lost that third challenge. Anyway, I'll get into that whenever we lose or if I get bored and initiate that chat just to feel something lol

No tribal ever again until merge or swap please. Jessie would be the one I'd want out and I assume Jay would as well but she has Nathan's shard so, like, he'd lose that and then I lose my hope of getting both their shards and misplaying my first idol because I'm not good at survivor

Yayyyy we won immunity. Idk what much else to say except that I got 40 fuel tanks

today i am mad and sad. lost the challenge, was my fault bc purple not pink. no i will not elaborate. now ari jonathan and i have decided to save ali and vote out keegan. i hope it goes well. i am filled with anxiety. i don’t even want keegan to go, we just have to make the decision based on the fact that we don’t want to be seen as a tight alliance going into merge, and keegan can make it look like there was a crack therefore not making us look strong. but he is just sacrificial unfortunately. but we’ll see how it goes. i’m still anxious

Wow we won what a concept See what happens when we don’t throw comps ? Anyways yeah that’s it I guess lol

Honestly I I'm done with these hoes I'm ready to vote off Keegan

This is definitely a very stressful and emotional tribal. I hate that we’re voting for Ali because he is a genuinely fantastic person and under different circumstances I think we could have worked really well together in this game. But when there’s a 4-1 tribe swap and the four of us have absolutely no beef with each other, there’s not a whole lot that can be done. None of my other 3 OG Andro players come across as big move players either. So unless I’m being straight up lied to and am about to get completely blindsided, it’s looking like a unanimous Ali boot. Which is incredibly sad. I really wanted us to win out until merge so we wouldn’t have to vote him out. But such is the game. Keegan signing off (hopefully not for the last time)

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The NHK Trophy Queue

Anonymous said:

Omg, just watched NHK men’s. This discipline is out of control this season. I have never seen predictions go so wrong, but the France is coming and looks like a mess already. So, your thoughts on what we shall see?

I don’t have any prediction for the rest of the GP Series for the men right now. To be honest I’m kind of tuning out from that side of the field. The ladies’ is proving to be a much fiercer competition this season. Higher quality, too… If only the judging could be upheld to the same standard that the girls are skating with, but I guess that’s too much to ask.

Anonymous said:

people are saying evgenia shouldn’t have won nhk because of her falls and i don’t know enough about skating yet so just wanted to ask what your thoughts are?

I made the same point back in CoR and I will repeat it one last time: you can’t say a skater doesn’t deserve to win just because they fell. If you want to disapprove anyone’s win you have to back it up with a comprehensive analysis of BV, GOE, and PCS, and benchmark it against the performance of the rest of the competitors.

My very short opinion, since it’s the same old, same old: is Janny over-scored? Yes. Did she deserve to win NHK? Yes.

Anonymous said:

I just heard the news and the first thing I did was run here. Thank you for lending us your lawn *wails*

*wail together with you*

Anonymous said:

I woke up at 3:25 am today to be able to see Yuzuru… now I’m wallowing in the corner crying salty, salty tears… *sniff*

Come cry together with us on my lawn, dear.

@serikio said:

I also sold one of my kidneys for Milan so I hope to see Yuzu there or God help me I’m going with you to Toronto and we’ll find him. Anyway I’m very sad I can’t see him in the final,could have been his fifth victory. But well it’s okay this way I don’t want another CoC 2014. Get better soon Yuzu! *joins the group hug*

After I’m out of this stupor of shock I’m setting up a standby action group for the ambushing and shaving of Yuzuru Hanyu’s head should the unthinkable happen.

*pull you in for the group hug*

Anonymous said:

i can’t believe i literally cried over this when i only started liking fs this season. the thought of yuzu crying is what breaks me the most. i only want him crying if it’s with happy tears like when he won worlds. and GPF is also near his bday!! huhu rip his gpf streak :(( i also feel sad for whoever will win, for sure there will be people who will downplay their achievement cause chan hanyu and javi are not there. TT I DID NOT EXPECT MY FIRST SEASON TO BE LIKE THIS HUHU WHYYY

FS is a difficult sport to follow and loving Yuzuru Hanyu does not make it any easier by any stretch of the imagination. I’m sorry this has to happen to you in your first season, dear. But as someone who’s been lurking in this space for a bit longer, I can tell you, it’s worth it. Keep believing in Yuzu, he won’t let you down!

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this is my first season and now i’m just 😢 sending everyone (and yuzu 😭) hugs and positive thoughts!

Thank you! Yuzuru will be fine, he has gone through all of this before, he knows how to deal with it. So we will be fine, too, eventually.

@whishawbendragon said:

I’m trying to figure out exactly what went wrong with that 4Lz. Did he not have enough speed going into it, did he not get enough height, did he go too far off axis when he was in the air? I can’t stop thinking about it, I hope that he’s resting and recovering and is back on the ice soon, my heart has been aching for since yesterday morning. 😭

I’m too much of a chicken to go and have another look at that 4Lz so I can’t tell with 100% certainty, but from what I saw of his 4Lz at CoR, I think the key issue might be the size of that jump. His 4Lz is massive, like batshit crazy massive, probably the biggest figure skating jump I ever see. That plus his insane rotational speed mean that it’s a very tough jump to control. If he doesn’t have his full focus and pay utmost attention to his body balance and in-air axis and his knee bend on the landing, awful things can happen, like they did. Also, that day during the practice he was obviously not in his best shape. I mean, just the day before that he was in bed with a fever. Doing that 4Lz in that condition was too risky of a move…

I, just, why, Yuzu, why?

I also hope he’s resting now and allows his body the time it needs to recover.

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do you think yuzu’s gonna drop the 4lz? do you think he should?

Yes I think he should drop the 4Lz, mainly because that jump is very taxing on his right foot. Moreover, as I’ve been saying from the very beginning of this season, he doesn’t need a 4Lz in his layout. He can do a 5-quad layout with just the quad toe, Salchow, and loop. Not to mention, he doesn’t even need a 5-quad FS to win events and break records.

Do I think he will drop the 4Lz? I honestly don’t know if he will choose to follow reason or pride, he’s Yuzuru Hanyu, after all. I can only hope that whatever his decision, he is mindful of all the pros and cons that comes with it, and pick a path that will not lead him to regret.

Anonymous said:

ive been looking forward to nhk all week bc. yuzu!! satton!!! caro!! but then. yuzu. satton. shit.

You are not alone, my friend. I’m very sad for Satton, too…

Anonymous said:

i had the most shitty day ever. i found out last night that yuzu was injured and spent the whole night and whole morning fretting. i woke up for school this morning and barely had time to see the last girls skate before school started and got sad about satton:( then just before lessons i raced online to look up yuzu’s status. and. you know:/ and wanted to cry. then got back 3 tests that were less than ideal. and. just. i have such a shitty day im. ugh. zhenya was the best thing tbh:((

Talking to you guys who are still in school makes me happy I’m done with all that homework and testing. I was spacing out at work too throughout the whole ordeal and I snapped at everyone who dared approaching me. I think I permanently scared a new girl away from me. Oh well… I’ll buy her a coffee next week or something.

Anonymous said:

Janny had tape on her legs and appeared to be limping a bit after her SP…I can’t have another one withdraw! I can’t! 😭

Janny is also dealing with some damage to her lateral ligaments. It is almost the exact same injury Yuzu has. I, just, what’s going on? Why is life being shitty to my babies?

On that note, I can proudly declare myself 100% a fan of the Evgenia Medvedeva now. The way she powered herself through that grilling FS was utterly incredible.

*cries*

Anonymous said:

I just had a thought… Yuzuru withdrew from the competition proper, but we know that he WAS able to do a jump-less skate after he fell. What are the chances of him skating in the exhibition gala? We don’t actually know the specific severity of the injury, do we? Lateral ligament sprains can range from mild tearing to complete rupturing (which, from evidence, I don’t THINK is the case). Maaan, I’m trying to study for an exam but I can’t stop thinking about Yuzu. This GP season is so fucked. :’(

No, usually a skater wouldn’t join the gala if they withdraw from the competition. And Yuzuru really needs all the rest he can have now to recover.

We won’t see any performance from him again until maybe Japan Nationals in December, and keep in mind that it’s still a maybe at this stage. Let’s give him the time and space he needs and let’s keep hoping for a speedy and full recovery.

Anonymous said:

Will Yuzuru not get a replacement assignment????

No, them’s the rules. That and even if he does get a ticket to any GP, he won’t be able to make it anyway in his current state.

Anonymous said:

What happend to Yuzu?? Can someone please explain this to me????

This is a summary of what happened, and this is the last update we’ve got. I’d highly recommending following @wherespacepooh to get all the latest news.

#replies #yuzuru hanyu #evgenia medvedeva #sorry for the short answers guys #i'm still too numb right now

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sweetnestor · 7 years

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the great holiday depression 2k17 (hc’s)

so in stone cold, i pointed out how bella’s mood really slumps during the holiday season, so let’s see what she gets up to this year, and how those around her try to help

at first she doesnt notice her decline bc now that she’s apart of teamiplier(tm) she’s a little busier and more distracted

she’s still recovering emotionally from That Thing That Happened On Tour (coming soon), so when she’s finally alone and not working she just,,,,,,,

she doesn’t crash or have a meltdown like last time. no no, not this time. just bear with me.

“boy am i tired i think ill lie down for a little bit” *cue a 4 hour death nap*

maybe she wakes up to a text from jack or ethan

OH and jack’s not living with her anymore at this time and she tries not to pay a lot of attention to the empty bedroom in her apartment

honestly some of this Gloom comes from missing her best friend and not being able to hang out with him everyday like they were both in the same position and they grew closer and now theyre living separate lives

“hey stoopid i miss u” types it out, then deletes it. jack is probably busy, and bella figured that if signe saw that she probably wouldnt approve

however, after her death nap, bella finds that jack texted her first :’)

they talk for a little bit, he asks her how she’s doing and what not and bella just

*i was really fucking sad last year and i cant stop thinking about it like i know that things are super different and a lot better now but im still just :(((((((((* “im doing good!! hows it going over there??”

the only people who would Know why bella gets kinda down this time of year is jack or mark, and well,,,, mark is off doing his own thing,,,, and jack is an ocean away

this Gloom kind of intensifies when ethan talks to bella about christmas

“youre coming home with me right??” “why??????” “...because i want you there..? and my family wants you there..?”

she’s never envied him over the family thing (yknow,,, his family has always been so good and supportive while hers dont even speak to her) but now,,,,,,,,, it’s kind of pushing her buttons

“so i’d have to get on a plane for the fourth or fifth time this year??” “i already got us tickets :( would you rather just spend christmas alone?” “i have for the last few years”

needless to say they fight, and ethan goes back to his apartment fuming and shit and bella just,,,,, doesnt??? care????

this happens right before thanksgiving, another holiday she dreads

there is a Very Teamiplier Thanksgiving dinner at,,,, one of their houses idek and it really takes a lot for bella to push herself out of bed to go

but she does it anyway, despite the sad thoughts circling her head (and also bc they would all kick her door down and drag her out by the ankles if she decided to sit this one out)

last year she was only with jack, who had ditched his other friends to hang out with her. she still feels guilty about it.

people are posting pictures with their families all over social media and it just makes her resentfully roll her eyes

she cant even remember the last proper thanksgiving she had and even though she wants nothing to do with her relatives anymore, the fact that she cant remember her last birthday, thanksgiving, or xmas with them kinda bugs her

but being around ethan, kathryn, mark, amy, and tyler helps a little bit. it’s hard to be down when she’s around them.

the dinner doesnt go terribly (it was fun actually), aside from the minor tension between bella and ethan, but she talks to him later on and they make up, but she still doesnt say yes to going home with him for xmas

ethan starts to figure out why when december hits and his girlfriend refuses to go out with him or their friends. he also notices the xmas decorations just about everywhere except for bella’s apartment

come to think of it, he didn’t know if she was a holiday lover or a total grinch until now

hes just thinking about it just after she texted him that she was going to nap for a little bit instead of going to dinner with him and then, ‘OH!!! holy shit how could i forget???’

theyve been together for almost a year now (holy f u c k) and she still hasnt talked a lot about what went down with her relatives all those years ago, and he doesnt want to pressure her, but its really affecting the way she acts around him and it kinda sucks?????

so lets see,,,,,,, ethan gets a pizza for the both of them and he goes to her place while she’s death napping

except shes not death napping, shes just lying on the couch watching reruns of greys anatomy or something

“you didn’t have to come over” “the couple who naps together, stays together!! have u eaten?? u should eat and then we’ll slip into the sickest coma together!!”

ofc that doesnt make everything magically go away. its never like that.

bella opens up to her therapist abt this funk and they start to work on it. she doesn’t want a repeat of new year’s. or a repeat of summer 2016.

eventually she comes around to ethans request. she’s had to rationalize it: “i’ve met his family before. i’ve been to his house in maine before.”

so they go when the time comes.

#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #ethella hc #ylh hc #sweetheart writes #i cant write a whole other fanfic abt these two bc i dont have an Actual Plot #but there are things like this i can spew out #oh and theres the Thing hinted at in the beginning of this list #thats coming at one point

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sinfulblueberry · 7 years

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Sing Sweet Seraphim

a prologue of sorts to the vague as fuck hint on what im working on that i dropped on this blog the other day, bc what else would i do when i haven’t actually studied properly in the last 3 months and it’s less than 13 hours at the time of editing this until my first exam

[a southern gothic-based fic with a hint of murder mystery]

It was an accident, Mark swears. An accident. An unfortunate incident. An unintentional incident, if a variation in words is an option. He’s not a murderer, he tells himself. He’s not a murderer, he insists, he didn’t do it with the intent of killing. He didn’t intend for anything to happen at all. He’s not a murderer.

The boy he knows from his french class had started yelling at him for being out of dorms after lights out, insisting he go back to his room or Mr Edwards would be informed of his “late night trip”. Mr Edwards always had it out for him for whatever reasons that those in teaching positions do. One more phone call home and Mark would be sent straight to a military training camp.

(What was the boy himself doing out of his dorm as well? It’s not uncommon for people to sneak out after hours, especially with the mistake of the male and female dorms being in the same building. But he’d just been in the corridor as if waiting to catch the ones that do leave their room.)

The last thing Mark remembers after that is the hushed tone he tried to coax the other student into instead of getting them both into trouble, the brief scuffle between them, and the spindly limbs that had flailed rapidly approaching the cobblestone floor below the windowless gap.

“Oh fuck,” Mark’s voice had croaked when the initial shock slithered its way from his stomach to his throat. “Oh fuck, fuck.” He’s an asshole, sometimes, but not a murderer. He’d never purposely wield a weapon against one of his fellow students, never plot their demise for any reason, never push a boy barely scraping 17 years old out a window under the watchful eye of the Lord he’s quickly losing faith in.

He feels sick when he scrambles down the stairs to the raised, short staircase outside. One of the more religious students or teachers at the school would probably wax poetic, unaffected, about the boy’s wine red blood spilling out his skull, compare it to the hard candy his mother used to buy him on a Sunday afternoon. Spill lines about how he fell with grace, if they had witnessed his fall, his murder, his execution, his slaughter, and recite a line from the Bible about the Lord leading them beyond death, calling his death beautiful beyond anything else you could bear witness upon.

Instead, he feels sick from how the blood does spill from his skull, too much of it to let the boy walk away at all. How it mats his hair into sticky, twisted strands and travels thickly onto the cobblestone stair beneath his head, to stain the faded stone. How pale he is already, due to the cold and the brunt of the fall shocking his own body, how his face is tense with an expression of pain yet relaxed with the quick release of muscles. Mark feels sick that this happened under his own hand.

There’s a constant prattle in his head as he numbly drags the body through faded dirt and grass of the unused sports field, a chant of how it’s not his fault, not his fault the boy had fallen to his own fate. How even under the eyes of God, he is forgiven. It doesn’t help the block in his throat and the weight in his stomach.

Despite being a boarding school, natural landforms like the firm ground and pristine grass shifting to a marshy waste devoid of any grass at all during the winter season were something that can’t be helped. This part of the field was only used in summer and autumn when the dirt is piled back over before winter and spring can flood it with constant downpours again. Mark feels his skin crawl when he initially thanks God for the strange tip in the land, where the soaked, slippery mud turns into a drop in on itself and into a slope, leading to a fenced area of a nearby farmer’s land. It’s unused during this time of year and people rarely risk the slip of watery earth to sneak into the field, good for hiding a mistake like this.

The body tumbles, limp and lifeless, down the slope and near the barbed fence of the separated land. It gets packed with mud, previously pristine clothes clumped with the stains of its own blood and dirt. A tense shudder is repressed when he takes a parting glance towards the slope before moving on.

The blood beginning to stain the stone is still there when Mark treks back to the dorm building. (Where would it go anyway? Would God forgive him? Would he make this mess disappear as forgiveness for this admittance of sin?) He has enough dirt on his shoes to cover the whole damn stairs, let alone the two steps the liquid had spread onto. It’s messy and doesn’t help the nausea in his throat, but at least now it’s more suspect to somebody actually wandering after lights out instead of falling from the floor above. (Groundskeepers are tasked with keeping dirt off the stone, and if blood is somehow mixed within the copper-toned mess after being scrubbed down, Mark doesn’t hear a word of it.)

The incident doesn’t slip Mark’s mind once during the next few weeks. The body is still there when he checks it every week - sometimes more than once a week at first when the paranoia and talk of the boy missing from french class is rapidly spreading - and higher authority within the school assure the boy is with his family after a close relative’s passing.

It’s painfully obvious what happened when police from a few towns over are leaving the gates of the school, painful enough that Mark’s throat clasps up when the urge to yell open admittance about how he had killed the boy, pushed him out a window, begged for forgiveness with no answer from the Lord that is ignoring his prayers for the act he had performed. He turns to listen to Tyler’s bitter musing about the missing student instead and tries to swallow down the urge to throw up.

It’s fine. The boy is assumed to have actually ran off somewhere when no body is recovered. It’s fine, nobody goes near the fence in winter, it’s fine. Then suddenly it’s not. Prime suspects gathered from student information are questioned, the slope is fenced off with pegs and rope, corridors are occasionally seen with police officers now. It’s not fine anymore, Mark’s committed murder as much as he denies it and nobody knows who the culprit is but him, only know of the body.

A week comes and goes with the bustling gossip of the investigation. Mark’s on edge almost every minute when he’s not sleeping, and even then he’s plagued with his dreams of consequences, his mother’s disappointment, the boy’s family’s tears shed over their sweet child being murdered ruthlessly by one of his fellow classmates. If Tyler notices how often he escapes to the bathroom to throw up, he doesn’t say. The guilt racks him cold and flushed with a sweat at the same time, invisible needles prickling along his skin and meagre tears slipping down his cheeks when his throat burns and he tastes the bitter acidic remnants in his mouth.

He doesn’t know why they can’t just take the body already and help keep it from racking his thoughts. Surely that’s asking for the guilt of God to be pushed upon their shoulders for not paying proper respect to the dead. (He tries not to think too much about that reasoning.) But investigations are investigations and only the priest from the school chapel has the nerve to speak against leaving the body in the dirt for the wildlife.

Mark’s never felt worse for wear in the whole 17 years of existence and it only got worse - until the constant titters about the boy from french die down to hushed whispers. It was getting better. Forgiveness still wasn’t there, but he felt less queasy when anything but water passes his lips. He could sleep easier and lived without Tyler asking if he’s okay when morning comes.

It’s just getting better and the guilt is finally wearing away from the front of his mind when the uproar of the missing boy is brought back among the students again. The urge to throw up there and then at the breakfast table they’re sat at is becoming more and more of an urgency.

The body was reported missing from the scene at the early hours of that morning, and it’s certainly not like the boy can up and walk out of the situation, as if he can walk at all, can breathe at all, can only lay there in the mud, caked in dried dirt and blood and-so Mark tries not to think about the new information at hand and instead focuses on actually swallowing the mouthful of grainy porridge that sufficing as his breakfast.

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whalefairyfandom12 · 7 years

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Your Love's a Fucking Drag (But I Need it So Bad)

Summary: Dan likes black and leather jackets, Phil likes reading in solitude and playing video games. But they have one thing in common as new roommates at uni: They are both completely straight. Just because they like to get each other off every once in a while doesn’t make it any different.

A/N: We've been writing this fic for over a year now and it's strange to think this is the last time we'll be doing this. Thank you so much for all of your support and we hope you enjoy the final chapter <33

Masterpost

Chapter Nine

*picks up after “true bros swallow” from chapter seven

don’t judge me makila

I’m 110% judging right now smh no homo just bromo

I came here to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked rn

Not as attacked as Dan’s cock amiright

STOP THIS IMMEDIATELy

...That's what he said and then Phil made him

My mind is literally blank rn jfc i have absolutely no comebacks whatsoever

On a scale of one to Dan’s mind during orgasm from a brojob how blank?

Like dan’s mind during orgasm and then some

Yet somehow Phil Lester’s lips aren't involved. I think he got the better deal, really. Also cuddles after

Im jealous of dan i want phil lester’s cuddles :<

I swear to god we sound so ace right now 100 to 0 real fast

*writes sex scene* “Wow i cant wait to cuddle the fuck out of phil” 100% ace

Seriously though Phil probably gives some of the best cuddles imaginable I'm jealous

My friend met him and she said he gives the best hugs out of anyone she’s ever met

You know what fuck Phan I'm stealing Phil for myself

“Hi do u have any philxreader fics” dats u

“I don't want the yang wang dang just the hugging”

Im fucking pissing myself im hilarious

I think my mom just heard that snort

Im literally laughing so hard and my dogs started barking bc of it christ i need sleep

Jesus Christ has very little to do with this conversation, trust me ;)))))))))))))

I hope he isn’t too mad that i started involving him in our crimes

We’re all going to hell anyway, what's one more crime really

Imagine if jesus went to hell with us JESUS READS TOO MUCH GAY PORN

“So what was your punishment?”

“I liked sucking cocks too”

“Same. Only bros?”

“True bros swallowed. Dat was me.”

Jeezy wheezy (sry i cant type wow) thats amazing and i had something to say but i dont REMEMBER

They say losing your memory this early means you're definitely screwed and damned to hell

I mean we already knew i was going to hell so whats the difference

I've spent my evening reading gay porn stars AU instead of studying that ship has sailed

Porn star aus are the best thing ever no ragerts

“Ragerts”-Rachel, 2016

The sin has clouded your thoughts

Im gonna get that tattooed on me “no ragerts”

You can say not only were you extremely drunk when you got it you were also drunk when you thought it up. A win win

“How did you get that tattoo??” “Well im always drunk man”

“Drunk on gay smut and memes”

I read too much about bros swallowing loads

You need to fire your autocorrect and get a better one

Im on my computer so looks like i just have to fire my brain

Our wordcount has upped significantly can we just keep this here. “Now presenting a short intermission from your writers”

Oh my god when we upload the last chapter (whenever the fuck that will be jesus christ what are we doing with this story) we should post this

Imagine the day when our inboxes will no longer be filled with messages of “WHEN THE FUCK IS THE NEXT CHAPTER OF YLAFD GOING TO BE UP??????”

That’s the day that the earth will truly implode

See the real question is who’s going to store all these screenshots on their camera roll? Forfeit those sick GBs

I can screenshot them on my computer hahaha

Way to ruin the moment Rachel wooooooow :(((((((( That was so low not even Dan could recover (get it because he’s a bottom? I'm so tired smh)

Sorry bro (*insert lenny face here bc im too lazy to do that*) i hope dans proud of me

He knows it's just about bros doing bro things I'm sure he’d fully endorse our fics. (And let’s be honest, I'll bet you one hundred dollars this hasn't happened to him at least once)

Oh him and phil have d e f i n i t el I GIVE UP fucked

Which will come out first? Dan Howell or Sherlock’s next season? YO MAMA’S SO FAT BY THE TIME SHE TURNS AROUND DAN HOWELL CAME OUT!!!!!1!

JESUS CHriST “How many licks does it take for dan howell to come out?” “The world may never know”

Oh he’ll be coming all right *insert lenny face*

HE’LL BE COMING AROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN HE COMES

╚═( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)═╝╚═(███)═╝╚═(███)═╝.╚═(███)═╝..╚═(███)═╝…╚═(███)═╝…╚═(███)═╝..╚═(███)═╝.╚═(███)═╝╚═(███)═╝.╚═(███)═╝..╚═(███)═╝…╚═(███)═╝…╚═(███)═╝…..╚(███)╝……╚(██)╝………(█)……….*

WHAT THE FUCK MAKILA NO the human centipede lol

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ POOP

Ur enjoying urself aren’t u

FIGHT ME (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง (what? I don't have an entire wall of lenny’s saved to my notes for this very purpose that would be ridiculous haha ha ha ha…)

Usually when i use a lenny face i go back and copy it from one of my friend’s text messages so ALL THE JUDGEMENT HERE UR FIRED

AT LEAST LENNY STILL LOVES ME  ( ͡°╭͜ʖ╮͡° )ᕤ holy shit we broke 14k yay us #rakilaftwrioolymipcs2k16

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) we literally broke 14k because we wrote an entire essay about how much of a meme we are (why is this a different color text wtf)

All better. The perfectionist in me is satisfied.

Im proud of you makkypoo

BU-BUT SENPAIIIIIIII REALLY????? JU-JUST ME???????

JUST U MACKLEMORE (i think im so funny)

Macklemore I'm dying (right and Phil’s dating Dan. Oh wait)

I think your nickname is no longer makila but instead macklemore

Once we release these screenshots it will be THANKS RACHEL UR FIRED NOW

BUT ): A KOUHAI CANT HIRE THEIR SENPAIIIIIIII (also i hope you start getting messages about macklemore now)

WOW I FEEL SO LOVED :,(((((((((( a single man tear

A man tear… like uh i dont have a fucking comeback im So TIRED LIKE UR MUMS MAN TEAR

THE NERVE!!!!!!!!!1!1! WELL YOUR MUM’S MAN TEAR IS SO UNMANLY NOT EVEN DAN WOULD THINK IT WAS ATTRACTIVE SO THERE BITE ME

Cuz we all know dan thinks every man tear is attractive rip to dan’s heart (and his sexuality)

“Here lies Dan’s heterosexuality and heteronormativity. It will be sorely--screw it no it won't.”

Dan’s heterosexuality&heteronormativity,,, June 10, 1991 - Today (what is today) August 20, 2016

“We gather to celebrate with smut and Lenny human centipedes.” I need sleep so badly right now smh I'm dead tomorrow

GO TO SLEEP (honestly i do too i have to wake up early to move back to uni rip)

I will if you do. A bro pact. (A broct? Pacbro?)

Just… stop right there LOL lets form a broct(?) and just brosleep it out

I hope Phil brohugs you bro

Thanks bro i hope phil brocuddles u my dude, my bro

Aw you mean it bro? U r always there for me, man, I luv u u r like a brother to me, bro

Bro… oh my god bro, that’s the broest thing anyones ever said to me… i love u bro.. Like bromantically

Not as much as I platonically 110% heterosexually love u bro. Just bromo tho no homo

That’s the new phrase of this fic “just bromo, no homo”

*deletes summary and changes it to that* seriously why aren't we sleeping GO TO BED RAKILA

OKAY IM GONNA ACTUALLY SLEEP NOW CUZ WE NEED IT

NIGHT BRO DON’T LET THE FIREFLIES BITE MAN

NIGHT TO U TOO BROKILA DONT LET TO BRO BUGS BITE

#your love's a fucking drag (but I need it so bad)#ylafdbinisb #fanfiction #phan #phanfiction #phan au #this is it guys #the end #:'))

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bestdayz · 5 years

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like heaven for a mattress i will never love another human more than i love my bed life is to precious to be caught sleeping in a bed.

shit bird here;

now she knows she’s watching us

get the ball back

on a pound this deep twenty five

receipt on Williams a couple bodies SANCHEZ

that gun slide that we always here about Dane Evans

its so critical stay high percentage but to me right now its a little strategic for third courtier Kendall breakers should be in his interior delight the Eskimos first time perverse for this season this is the first channel Arizona state sun devil in her favor she has passed in stride catching bravelin oh another horse tail just the one blemish to this ball game still turned into two points come back with the play motion Addison over a hundred years as he did a year ago in the playoffs pressure on that don (dawn) low wind here im thinking bald tie pads third to one even everything we already knew what you knew its a room now Addison for a couple of marks we’re gonna remark her again to the field side watch out for Addison as he delays lets reverend a birth dinner Irwin 26 about to have a birthday again for whomever looking end zone as his wan and his twist for before banks Jordan hoover and con-courage a little change in pace ironically a number of breakup champions were in black and gold today we know who’s perfect Wednesday crew the check and Dina wins his pops in the crowd tonight low catch demon emmons wait what said there was gonna be crutches we all know knowing a small business gets real. shouldn't every pair of glasses recover those things . he’s leading right now and even his parents are here rght now David Edwin and Kathy watching your son and raising him in your eagle eye im all embarrassed and twitching my wrist wheres the blitz coming from you know he’s real he hasnt showed me any nervousness started two three nights beofre the game last night when we got in he went in and did his routine religiously and he’s real good at it both coaches of dane evans homeward call decline paramount on this traffic paramall end zone justin tuggel shoves away and another pork chop witnesses as the season went on second on the team. wine tuggle three on three action and return to edwin t-terminadry so dane evans great to sit and listen to his parents when he was fifteen and they moved to canada thats what they did this year great story chance to leave his team but with the eskimos they have to come up the distance to that far side line that forty one yards across the feild for them to make that breakup against that pipe or for that pipe relinquish its time to go so far our real canadian superstar game leaders both there parnts in the house today that is not a shock there a great cup champion rural addison guy who first started the season play action rolls out recall warry with a tackle allin eskimo dana two teams ex players who play on both sides second in crepe slight power juman smith jail game lose here remaning in the third courter with the win here beofre this quarter ends quick here kind of team five points scorued in the first quarter and they change ends gonna set there sails for cavalry heading into a fourth quarter eleven and two into the seaosn now twenty nineteen likley interfierence with his flag like he got chared away by frankie wiilliams there no fraction on the play jason moss hes losing it right now the eskimos are losing it in the score board still cant believe you have time to tell me you love him many have played veery condom to the feild but are they gonna be a natural championship game i cram can remember top ranking show presented by capital one amenthsia feel the force on xbox one quervo say high to your friend in wireless attention all woman something about talcum powder im silenced from the land it did look like there was somebody who stepped in ronnies here one more play in the third quarter so they get the benefit off that challenge kinda funny how everything played out they try to go vertical behind cover goes to a couple blocks that will be the final play for third cover you should reimbursed the whoe clergy? still have a good chance in this ball game bonita a big one in this play there not really a big play team but there quick to close the gap in a little bit of a hurry bobbling up c jake used to finals least threee years to the cauck tremendous first season for genra sacks for harris duck dalley goes julian howser first tye cats sack role play his position saw that one coming for you know who the trival for recruit on getting pretecion today first hand to remarine the raptors who lost at dallas townight starting point at twenty seven yard line the evans family in the house we witnessed it trying to use the clock here drain that clock tommy condell henderson tiger cats update evans second to nine all day mendez no more football theres sharon. new tasker rare fumble new talented eskimos

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pajnloki · 5 years

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4 // october recap

new month, new me. Lol. Just kidding :’(

but hello it’s me again!! October was a rough month and one hella exhausting one despite having 2 weeks of fall break. This was my last fall break (im emo) and I didn’t really do anything special honestly. Was mostly just sleeping and procrastinating, the usual stuff. But I didn’t go through some frustrating moments where I kind of isolated myself from the outside and I was pretty much dead. It wasn’t as bad as it may sound. I was just kind of tired of everything and especially of me and my sensitive ass. And Although I did cancel some plans with friends and pretty much ignored everyone on social media I was still doing pretty okay. It wasn’t like I had a total mental breakdown… it was more like I needed some time offline and those (idk) ¾ days were extremely healing and refreshing. I felt so much better after that and recovered quite fast. – Pretty much my fall break in nutshell.

When school started again It was bad and I was doing worse, rofl. Exams started right after school started and I had no time to even breathe, literally. I had both my main courses in one week and one of it was an oral exam, which basically consists of mental stress and that didn’t really help me at all. However, I managed somehow… like I always do and you don’t even know how happy I am that those damn exams are finally over. I didn’t get all them back yet besides math but I think I did pretty well but I don’t want to sound too confident because I don’t want to raise my expectations too high, yk. Although exams are over, I still have tons of assignments do to because of that damn IB. Trust me guys, I’m not even doing the full IB diploma but I’m already crying so good luck to everyone else, urgh. Because of the stress I had the whole month I didn’t even realize that it was already spooky season and before I could blink it was Halloween already. Halloween was pretty chill and I was just hanging out with my close friends. It was really a beautiful actually although we didn’t do anything too special but just spending time with these people make me (and I can’t stress it enough) feel so happy and loved. Plus I also had a costume lol I went as Miguel from Coco!! <3 #unpocoloco ;)) My October started really roughly and it was simply bad and not enjoyable at all but I thought that it ended quite good and I thought “after rain, sun follows” but just as quick as sun followed, the rain came back and now I’m feeling kind of hopeless. I know I am young like I’m literally a teenager and I know all those problems I have are so ridiculous and every time I think about my past “problems” I just facepalm myself ;; but like I can’t change the fact that these trivial things still bother me a lot and I feel like I’m going to be emo for the rest of the week if I’m not spilling it now ( or in the next text ;)

Bye

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dear yuletide author (2017)

hello and welcome to my letter!

i am so happy to have you reading this letter and going to be writing a fic for me! why? because you dear writer are an amazing and wonderful person, deserving of all the kudos in the world!

please remember as you look at these prompts, that if something in my likes inspires you more than any of my specific prompts, totally feel free and run with that, and know that i will enjoy any fic that is gifted to me!!

ao3/lj handle: plinys

now lets get down to business:

the fandoms i’ve requested this year are: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator, Galavant (TV), Legion (TV), Powerless (TV 2017), Star Trek: Discovery, Young & Hungry

but before that, my likes/kinks/dislikes/triggers:

likes: alternate universes, characters that are in character, lady-centric fics, angst, fandom cliches, dysfunctional relationships, friendships, friends/enemies to lovers, soul mates, road trips, hanukkah fics, jewish characters, bisexual characters, poly relationships, character studies, origin stories, ambiguous endings, meta fic, slow build, fics that incorporate social media, crack treated seriously, drunk confessions, miscommunication,

kinks: threesomes, competence kink, phone sex, masturbation, crying during sex, hate sex, shower sex, praise kink, guys going down on girls, rough sex, first time, spanking, daddy kink, sex in front of mirrors, voyeurism, make up sex

dislikes: pwp, main character death (unless it really makes sense/happens in canon), character bashing, non-con, mpreg, a/b/o, 1st person.

my triggers (please no matter what do not include these): school shootings, cancer, terminal illness, riots, child abuse.

and now to the fun stuff -

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

requested characters: mary christiansen, joseph christiansen, crish christiansen

where to find: it’s a video game on steam, you can purchase for about $15, otherwise there’s plenty of walkthroughs of people playing it on youtube. recommended routes: joseph, robert, and damien to get the full christiansen story family backstory.

anyways first play through i did josephs route and he broke my heart, and i was like wow mary deserves better and then after playing robert and damien i was like no wow mary deserves the world, so as long as your gift doesn’t include mary bashing im happy

would love any backstory on this family (featuring robert in any way is totally welcome), whether its weird family stuff, crack fic, the cult stuff. like im pretty open on this one

specific prompts:

cult backstory, give me that hidden cult ending. give me them joining the cult together when they were young. give me them scheming together or scheming separately. or give me mary realizing she’s married a gay demon only after the fact and its too late to get out. like honestly give me anything cult

the mystery of crish? i can’t believe he’s in the character list and now i want someone to explain why we’ve never met him? does he really exist? this can (and probably should be total crack)

remember how i mentioned robert was an option, feel free to mix in his connections with the family, the affair that clearly happened. being part of their cult. mary just bonding with her best friend and being drunk together? joseph fucking robert while mary is aware of what is going on. how they even became friends with all that happened?

honestly, there’s just so much not explained about the christiansen family, so anything about them is 100% up my alley.

Galavant (TV)

requested characters: madalena (galavant), gareth (galavant)

where to find: both season are on netflix!

so im biased because i was convinced to watch this show because of my mallory jansen, so madalena is of course my favorite character. and then this ship hit me out of nowhere, so now here i am

im either looking for madalena centric fic, or shippy fic with the both of them

specific prompts:

the end of s2 left so many openings that weren’t explored because we never got a s3 but give me madalena learning to do the d’dew, and getting to finally be the evil queen that she deserves wow

also feel free to give me that shippy stuff with gareth going to save her, and then realizing how much they love each other (as they should have wow)

alternatively a fix-it for the finale where madalena chooses gareth over the d’dew and they figure out where they can go from there. rebuild that trust, just be happy together though still sorting things out because now they do’t have a kingdom

smut? this ship is built for smut? madalena literally has a body built for sin, give me that sin

alternatively, give me fluffy, them finally getting to be “happy” together, madalena learning to have emotions and to love

also for non shippy plot any future fic for madalena or character study set during season 2/post season 2 would be the dream

Legion (TV)

requested characters: cary loudermilk, kerry loudermilk

where to find: honestly i have no clue? fx? pirating sites? i watched this one live when it was airing.

this show hit me with so much backstory and explanation not given and like that’s the aesthetic of the show, but i was specifically drawn to these two and their unique set of powers and i just ?? need more??

while i’m mostly into gen for these two, if you want to do weird stuff, like, i’m curious and not opposed (does it count as incest if they’re technically the same person?)

specific prompts:

BACKSTORY, any thing with their backstory, build on what canon told us and give me more, like what is it like for cary to keep aging on while kerry stays younger, what are the limits of their powers, how much can they feel

that hurt comfort after the stuff that happened towards the end of the season, like these two need to bond and recover after all the trauma

5 times they were overly protective of each other

just man their dynamic is so weird and i need that to be explored, feel free to ship them with any of the other characters or ?? with each other if youre into that?? just like give me more of these two

actually, does it count as incest if their the same person is now a prompt, like maybe someone asks that? idk man just discuss

Powerless (TV 2017)

requested characters: beatriz da costa | green fury (powerless), emily locke

where to find: this is another i have no clue situation im sorry

this show got canceled because it was like bad dc sitcom airing the same night as arrow but before it did it gave me this hint of femslash potential and tbh this is why im most offended that it was canceled

specific prompts:

so if the show had lasted longer i am convinced that beatriz and emily would have been gay together, so give these ladies the show they deserved and tell the story of them falling in love

the news already thinks their dating so what about super villains, how many times does emily get kidnapped for being the green fury’s girlfriend before they actually art (or before she realizes she actually is)

how does dating a superhero effect her work life

also just emily loves superheroes, so she’s probably so pumped to be dating one like “wow babe can you believe im dating a superhero” and beatriz like “we were just making out obviously youre dating a superhero”

give me cute gay girls honestly

Star Trek: Discovery

requested characters: michael burnham (star trek: discovery), saru (star trek: discovery)

where to find: cbs all access! its ongoing, as i write this letter on its second episode!

okay since this show is ongoing these prompts might get joss’d but it’s too late to go back because two episodes in got me interested in the dynamic between these two

this can be gen (and feature other ships if you want) or can be shippy for these two. im pretty open since this show is so new.

specific prompts:

so they were together on the shenzhou for 7 years according to canon so lets get some back story between these two, how did they get to where they were. was there rivalry between the two of them from the very beginning? how does saru feel about someone who has never been to the academy out ranking him? bridge disagreement shenanigans? their captain locking them in a room until their sort out their issues

like, do you want to write alien sex? because a part of me wants to receive alien sex so like? this is an option?

what about them now both on the discovery together, that distrust because of what happen on the shenzhou? building up into something new? better than before? building into feeling that may have been hidden all along?

on the discovery, forced to work together to save the team and putting their issues asside for the good of everyone else

honestly i just feel like they were supposed to be the spock/bones dynamic of the shenzhou before things went bad and like ??? i want that ??

Young & Hungry

requested characters: caroline huntington

where to find: it’s all on netflix (though caroline only appears in season one)

yet another show i watched because of mallory jansen, and her character is only in the first season and really all i cared about on this show so guess who i want backstory for

specific prompts:

caroline character study? i mean, she’s written as the rich bitch girlfriend rival in the show but let’s just say she deserves better, flush her out and give her life for me

she definitely deserves better than josh, and i like femslash so pair her with one of the girls in the tag set if you want

just more on her and the horse from young & pregnant this is mostly crack but like also

consider for a second that instead of the plot being gabi sleeps with josh on the first day and starts all of the show drama. what if instead she sleeps with caroline, and we get the aftermath of “oh hey i slept with my new boss’s finace, this isnt awkward at all” rewrite of season 1 with 95% more femslash

just give me more caroline

ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY LETTER AND I’LL LOVE WHATEVER YOU DECIDE TO WRITE ME!

#dear yuletide author #yuletide #yuletide letter

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