#literally sir please speak English

[neechees]

Signs that a scam might be run by Laura Deramas & her common behaviors:

So as we know, that despite making herself famous as one of the most deranged, notorious scammers & perpetual liars on tumblr, its likely that Laura Deramas hasn't actually gone away, and is likely running several scams at any given moment at tumblr, as she's admitted to running multiple (on both twitter AND tumblr) not long ago. With these, we've seen her frequently have the same patterns of behavior on pretty much all of her scams, be it when she's using her own name & face, or someone else's (& she frequently uses other Filipinos' info, but she has racefaked or pretended to be different sexualities/genders/ethnicities multiple times as well).

So with that in mind, in addition to the usual red flag lists for scammers (ex: new blog suddenly asking for money, spamming asks, turns off /hides replies, changes url multiple times suddenly, etc), below are some common red flags to look for in "donation" posts/blogs that indicate this blog is likely a scam and specifically being run by Laura for the following behaviors:

She tries to send you a video or photos of some kind of a flood, a fire, or an old house in poor condition, but usually there's no proof that this is HER or her family's house, that it's HER footage, that it's not old, or that she actually lives there, and she never shows her (or the posters', whoever she's pretending to be) face. This means that the footage is most likely stolen, she isn't actually affected by that situation, & she's trying to pass it off as her own footage.

Uses the phrase "please, sir/maam" a lot. And i don't just mean saying "maam" to women & then "sir" to men, I mean as in sending everyone an ask/message with the phrase, quote, "sir/ma'am" unquote regardless of your gender

Is new to tumblr but somehow knows exactly which popular users to ask to reblog their donation posts, and usually they're Black. They may also target people who were previously victims of Laura's scams.

The user asks you to talk off of tumblr, especially if it's facebook.

The user is reluctant to give out their paypal and doesn't list it on their donation post. They may also use a knockoff fundraising site.

She starts showing you photos of things like a sad family or broken down house unprompted (or on her sockpuppet scam accounts, she uses stolen photos specifically instead) and starts talking about how much she's "suffering", often even if you've never interacted with her on her blog. She does this to manipulate people into feeling bad for her and will often repeatedly harass people this way.

She uses the ❤😩 😭🥺🙏 emojis approximately 50,000 times every sentence. Obviously that's a bit of an exagerration, but her scams DO use these a LOT. Her tumblr asks tend to also use a combination of these specific emojis when asking people for money or to reblog their donation post/scams, especially the crying & praying emojis.

Asks you to make or boost a donation post for her on other sites like twitter or instagram

Will allege that she can't speak English very well, but is only using English for her donation posts. She uses this lil nugget a lot in her other scam personas where she's pretending to be someone else, including ones she's literally admitted to. Laura can actually speak English very well. She's also used this even for accounts where her scamsona allegedly speaks a language that is widely spoken & has their own large presence on tumblr (like French or Arabic), so it doesn't make sense that someone who apparently has a lot of trouble with English ONLY uses English for their posts and ONLY follows English speaking users, & will sometimes use a shitty google translate if soneone who's a Native speaker in that language tries to talk to her in that language.

Might say something like "if you have any questions, ask me!" But then as soon as you ask questions that question whether or not its a scam, even if you ask very nicely or don't outright imply you think she's a scammer, (or even ask like. ANY question at all), instead of answering any questions or addressing any allegations or proof she's not genuine, instead she'll redirect, self victimize, and say that you're "attacking" her, and never actually provide any answers to the questions she said she was open to answering.

If you call her out, she'll keep insisting she's not lying, even if you have very explicit, hard proof that she's lying and that you know where she's stolen the "proof" documents from (like vet bills or xrays) or that her information is incorrect. If shes pretending to be someone else & is using someone else's photos and you say you know its actually her (Laura), even if you show HARD evidence that it's a Laura sockpuppet scam account, she'll continue lying and acting as if she doesn't know what youre talking about. She's done this with scams she later admitted to running.

Below under the cut is tactics/behaviors Laura usually displays when she's either been caught, or she's openly using her own name & face. Her scam sockpuppet accounts might do some of these things too, but the ones below are a bit more specific to when she's been caught, has admitted to lying and admits she is Laura behind the account, and/or when she's using her own name and face.

Might bring up her neighbors if you catch her in a lie and say something like "my neighbors will kill me" or being afraid of her neighbors & using that as some kind of excuse related to the lie/scam

If you catch her in a lie, she might say some story about "the police" or something along the lines of "the police" raiding her home or being afraid they will, and she usually brings this up to beg you not to tell other people she's scamming (she's used this story at least 4 different times and she's never been arrested or had any run in with police.) She's counting on people not knowing a lot about the Phillipines or its geography unless you live there (& this is a predominantly American site), so if she makes some claim about a law in the Phillipines, and it sounds wild, look it up, there's a good chance she's bullshitting you.

she'll start begging you to talk to her family via facebook, and specifically facebook, to "prove" shes not lying (note that her family knows she scams & is in on it, and several of her friends are also scammers on here, so they're there to backup her bullshit, but in cases where she's pretending to be someone else, it's likely one of her scammer friends pretending to be the family members of her scam persona to look more legitimate). She doesn't do this as much on her sockpuppet accounts, but if she does also take it to be suspicious.

If caught and Laura admits to it, she might try to discredit scam busters, specifically me, Kyra45, or mangocheesecakes by saying something along the lines of us allegedly being "bullies" or "targeting her for no reason" or that we are "racist" & alleges we only accused her of scamming because she is Filipino (this is incorrect, we accused her of scamming because we have hard proof she is a scammer & has been doing this for at least 3 years, and mangocheesecakes is also Filipino. Laura being Filipino is incidental.). Obviously her goal in doing this is to victimize herself and demonize us with the hopes that people will not believe us, and will donate to her now or her future scams. You're free to be skeptical of us, but if not us then you can ask the dozens of other people Laura has manipulated, harassed, and tricked into helping her to see that shes a serial liar, scammer, and a bully.

#laura deramas #scam #donation scam #scammers #donation scam warning #feel free to add on to anything i missed!

[vivalarevolution]

𝓛𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓭𝔂

Jake Sully x Na’vi Reader x Tonowari

Request: „After reader the wonderfully amazing writing u did last time, Ambrosia really got me fixated for Tonowari x na’vi reader x Jake sully fics, so I had a request, if they’re still open, could u make a Tonowari x na’vi reader x Jake Sully 18+ fic where Jake tells Tonowari about some kinda sex thing sky people do ( u choose whatever u want it to be) and in the end they just try it out on reader.‟

„First of all can I just say that ur writing is literally so blissful and unique, ur amazing also I had a request (if ur still taking) could u do a Tonowari x fem na’vi reader x Jake Sully 18+ fic‟

A/N: Both requests are from anons. Hopefully it's not a problem that I combined them into one.

I've thought long and hard about things related to sex that would be good enough for this work, but I'm still not completely satisfied with the results. Nevertheless, I hope you will have pleasant time reading this.

Remember that english is not my first language, mistakes may occur. 

It's smut so minors don't interact.  

Curiosity shouldn't be a bad thing, it was natural.

But seeing a flash of something dark in the mighty Toruk Makto's eyes should have been enough of a sign for him to hide his curiosity.

He couldn't help himself, he had to know.

Bondage, wax, pleasure coming out of using each others mouth, that's what the man told him. Exchanging them one by one in an lower, more lustful voice.

Olo'eyktan couldn't understand it, but it was quickly portrayed to him. Before his eyes was a picture , a picture so dirty that he didn't know why his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the tiny, kneeling form of his beloved.

In bondage. On her knees in front of him. Her body decorated with ropes that bounded her flesh, tightening in specific places, exposing her naked form even more.

With wax. Flowing lazily over her body, hardening within seconds, causing her to tremble and whimper softly.

And parted lips. Obediently waiting for the man towering above her to spit into her mouth, connecting them moments later in a sensual kiss full of tongue and teeth, holding her jaw tightly, controlling each of her next movements.

-We've been waiting for you - Jake said after a long time, moving away from the panting woman.

-What is this? - Tonowari asked, approaching them slowly.

-You know exactly what it is - the man said, cupping Y/n's cheek, gently kissing her skin - We'll show daddy a new side of pleasure. Aren't we?

-Yes, sir - she replied, looking at her beloved in front of her with desire in her eyes - I want to make you both happy...make you feel pleasure.

Y/n felt their hungry eyes on her, which consumed her , making her body burn and her mind clouded.

-Why don't you please daddy like I told you, like you've done with me so many times, hmm? - Jake whispered in her ear, tugging on the string that ran through her puffy folds, causing her to moan at the unexpected friction.

-Anything you want...I'll do whatever you want - Y/n announced arching her back, trying to find a position with her hips that could make her feel the pleasure that was taken away with the hand of her lover  ,who was now sitting behind her looking like he was preying on her small body.

Olo'eyktan couldn't stop the little spark that was born deep in his soul. Something about her desperation and obedience made him want to see her body tremble at his touch.

Before his mind could speak, his hands began to move on their own. His fingers stroked her smooth face, involuntarily starting to lower his loincloth, allowing his heavy, thick member to leave the tight embrace of the material.

Y/n parted her lips slightly ,shamelessly looking at the chief, unable to stop the lust that took over her mind. Opening her mouth wider, she stuck out her tongue, waiting for Tonowari to accede to her silent request, knowing that he wouldn't refuse her, she just had to wait.

-Tonowari don't let our sweet girl wait - Jake said, gliding his big hands over her body, leaving trails of wet kisses and bites, savoring the taste of the woman's skin - She wants to be good for you. Let her.

These words were enough to push the black-haired man into the abyss of curiosity and desire, surrendering to them.

Y/n wrapped her tongue gently around the tip of his member, watching his every reaction through half-closed eyelids. She was gentle and very focused even though the lover behind her didn't make it easy for her, teasing her swollen folds, his fingers gliding over her wet clit, hooking on her entrance and lazily slipping his fingers inside, feeling how greedy she was, trying to suck him in even deeper and never let go.

-Greedy little girl - Jake murmured directly into her ear, pouring hot wax on her bum, after a while patting it, making her squeak and closing her eyes - One cock is not enough for you, hmm? - he asked, agonizingly slowly slipping two fingers into her hot center, pushing her insides apart.

Young woman sighed, letting single tears flow, now adorning her cheeks. Electrifying feeling in her belly spread right to her fingertips, making her body want to writhe as if to run away from it, but the bindings held her in place, telling her to take whatever was coming her way.

Kneeling, held by the ropes around her spine, she moaned softly around Tonowari's member, her tongue encircling him, gliding along the vein running through the center, forcing him closer to the edge of release. So close yet so far away.

Sully reveled in the sight of her wet womanhood and the way she adorned his fingers with her juices, but lust and hunger made him want to take and take and take. He couldn't stand that the man in front of him was the only one who could feel the sweet inside of their beloved. He had to feel it too. He had to feel her tightening on him, and hear an uncontrollable scream, moan or cry escaped her lips, just for him.

Y/n couldn't think straight, she felt overwhelmed.

Her jaw ached, her eyes watered, her swollen clitoris throbbed painfully, and she couldn't control anything, letting the feeling of pain mix with pleasure.

And Jake knew, oh he knew, that his little darling was far away in mind, leaving only a shell to use. Grasping her hips, he guided her to his shaft, and even in her absence her body knew, knew who had teased him for agonizingly long minutes, aching for him, begging for him.

Entering her in one deep motion, he was greeted by the warm, tight walls of her womanhood that instantly tightened around him, not allowing him to move, but it only turned him on more, making him move his hips so hard and deep that Y/n was pushed against the chief's member, swallowing it even further, causing the tip of it to scratch across her throat, tearing her from the inside out.

This unholy dance went on, whether they wanted it to last forever or they wanted it to end. Moans, whines, growls and skin hitting skin were like fire burning the way in front of them straight to the desired orgasm, which flowed over them intensively, going deep under their skin.

And it was so delicious, so impossible insatiable that they couldn't slow down, they couldn't stop.

They needed more.

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #jake sully x fem!reader #jake sully x reader x tonowari #tonowari #tonowari x reader #tonowari smut #tonowari x fem!reader #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #avatar the way of water x reader #avatar fanfiction #na'vi x reader #na'vi reader

[emlovslennon]

HEYYY GUESS WHOS BACK AND READY TO SINNN bc teddy boy John literally takes over my whole being.

Year: 1959

You wouldn’t dare fall in love with the bad boy of Liverpool, well, that was until you had to ‘tutor him’

Warnings: SMUUUT, also this in college cuz literally high school stuff is weird. both are 18-19

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“Miss l/n, I need to speak with you.” Called your professor, the lecture was finally over and all you wanted to do was just go home. Needless to say, you were frustrated when you heard your name called.

“Yes, sir?” You asked, trying to hide your aggravation.

“I need you to help tutor a student named John Lennon, he’s about to fail this exam if he doesn’t get help, because clearly he doesn’t care for me teaching him, this is extremely important and you are one of my best students. I know you’re probably tired and need to study but I know you’re gonna do just fine, him on the other hand…” Your professor shrugged his shoulders, you were extremely angry now. John Lennon!?!! That bloody wanker probably doesn’t even know his ABC’s, let alone a college English exam. But, you knew you had to just swallow your pride and get it over with.

“Yes, sir, I can do that.” You smiled as your professor nodded thankfully. You then walked out of the room, now you had to go search for him… Great.

After searching around for what felt like a century, you found John, smoking a cigarette behind the building, you rolled your eyes and walked over to him.

“Excuse me, Lennon. Professor Richards wants me to help you for the English exam.” You explained, holding up your textbook. John batted his eyes at you and put out his cigarette.

“Well, little miss y/n wants to tutor me, eh? As long as it’s done at my place, my aunts gone for the weekend” he winked, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks turn red, but you knew better. You just knew you couldn’t let what you wanted to happen, happen.

“I’d prefer your aunt to be home, but if that gets you to work and pass this bloody exam, it’s worth a shot.” You said, John grinned and he led you to his car, where he drove you to his Aunt Mimi’s.

You both walked out of the car and your heart started to skip a beat because he didn’t stop at the living room, he took you upstairs to his bedroom.

“Um, why here?” You asked shakily, you felt yourself blushing hard, and felt a slight tingly feeling in between your legs, of course, you tried to ignore it.

“Why not? Just tutoring, right? Or was there something else on your mind?” John said cheekily.

Fuck, he was hot.

“I..” You stuttered, John giggled darkly as he slowly backed you into the wall, placing his hand on the wall next to your head.

“You’re blushing, love. If you wanna say fuck the tutoring and have me shag ye, tell me now” he whispered in your ear, his hand moving from the wall to your waist. Your breath hitched, you knew this was wrong, you were suppose to be teaching him.

But, fuck it.

“John… I don’t think I wanna do tutoring.” You whispered, as you places your hands on his chest.

“Thought so.” He said as he kissed you roughly, you moaned by surprise as his hands went up your skirt and touched your white panties, he then picked you up and moved to his bed, the textbook left on the floor near the door.

“Have you done this before?” He asked as he unbuttoned your blouse.

“N-no.” You stuttered out shyly, john slowed down his actions and placed a peck on your lips.

“It’s okay, love, I’ll go easy, I’ll take care of you” he said as he unclasped your bra, you heard him audibly sigh as he grabbed your breasts, while sloppily kissing your neck. The feeling of pleasure was unbearable, just like the wetness pooling between your legs, you might not have known before, but fuck, you needed him.

“John, please, touch me.” You maimed in his ear, John looked up at you and smirked.

“Where, honey?” He said smugly. You shyly pointed at your core, john looked down and hit harder then ever looking at the little red bow above your center.

“Ah, I see, dirty little girl” he said as he rubbed at your clit. You gasped and squirmed in his grip, the feeling was something you’ve never felt before, and you loved it.

“More, please John” you moaned, John obliged by pulling off your panties and collecting your wetness with his fingers and slowly putting two fingers inside you. You moaned loudly at the intrusion. Your black skirt above your waist.

“You look so pretty, doll. Never would have thought I’d be fingering the girl next door. Look at you, just a little mess for me” John was a very good dirty talker, it just made you moan louder and whimper as lewd, vulgar noises started to be heard from his fingers as he picked up his pace. You felt a kind a pressure after awhile, like a balloon about to be popped.

“John, I-“ you cried out at the sensation as it hit you like a bus, your legs shook and your eyes rolled back. John could have swore he came in his pants then and there (he probably did).

“Wow, what a good little girl you are. Are you ready for me, love?” He asked, as he took off his shirt and pants, revealing his hard member, you felt your cheeks flush at the sight, he was a little above average size, definitely nowhere near small. Your legs widened involuntarily. He slowly lined himself up to your entrance, staring you in the eyes, you nodded vigorously as he slowly entered, you yelped as he broke your hymen, at this point, you completely forgot all about the tutoring, and just focused on him. The pain was more so a pressure kind of feeling, but it wore off soon enough, probably because of how wet you were.

“Can I go faster, please? Fuck.” John panted, you moaned in response as he began to go faster, your eyes were locked on his as his thrusts became harsher, your moans could probably be heard by all of Liverpool quite honestly.

“Yeah? You like that, huh? You like when I wreck yer little cunt? Fuck you feel good.” He grunted in your ear, the only things heard in the room was skin slapping, squelching, and both of your moans.

“J-john, y-you feel so good” you moaned out, tears starting to form in your eyes over how good it felt. It felt ethereal.

“Fuck, come on, you filthy slut, cum all over me, be a good little girl, yea? my good girl, taking me so well.” He moaned, he felt you were close by the way you were squeezing him, and obviously, this was nowhere near his first time, meanwhile, you were just learning.

“John! Oh my god” you nearly screamed as you came harder then the first time, your juices squirting out of you and onto johns pelvis and all down your thighs and his bed sheets.

“Fucks sake, love.” He said, mesmerized. You were shaking and a moaning mess as tears fell down your cheeks, you looked absolutely wrecked. John kept his pace because he was on the verge of his own climax.

“John…’s too much.” You whimpered, john caressed your hair and cheek softly.

“I know baby, I know, I’m almost there, doing so good, good fucking girl” he said as his thrusts became rigid, and after two more thrusts, he pulled out and came all over your stomach, moaning loudly. Slumping over onto his side.

You two were both out of breath, but you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the best thing you’ve ever felt. John then got up and got some tissues to clean up your stomach and thighs. And laid back in bed with you.

“So… what were you gonna tutor me?”

You definitely fell for the biggest asshole in town.

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A/N: AHHH SORRY IF THIS SUCKED AGAIN IM RUSTY BUT AHHH I NEED REQUESTS PLS HELP A GIRL OUT I LOVE YOU GUYSSSSSS

#john lennon #john lennon x reader #the beatles x reader #the beatles #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #classic rock #classic rock imagines

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Six

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Show

Summary: Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N) meet a worm of a human being.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian stopped in front of a large manor in the English countryside. Sebastian set down Ciel, and the three peered up at the assuming mansion that loomed in the darkness.

            “This is his manor?” said Ciel.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.

            “Well, do you smell the children?” said Ciel.

            “Yes, I sense them,” said (Y/N).

            “We cannot tell if they are all there, but those who are present are still alive,” said Sebastian.

            Before the conversation could continue, the doors of the manor opened.

            “We bid ye welcome to our home.” Joker stood in the doorway and bowed. “We have been waiting for ye, Earl Phantomhive.”

            “Joker,” said Ciel.

            “Please, come in,” said Joker.

            The three stepped into the manor, and Joker snapped his fingers. Candles illuminated the foyer. Ciel’s eyes widened as he saw the disturbing “art” decorating the entryway. Realistic doll bodies hung from the ceiling and were pressed into frames, missing limbs and heads or staring from vacant eyes out into space. It looked like the graveyard of porcelain bodies.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. Humans. If they had spoken aloud, the word would be a condescending scoff. Even I, a demon, find this a distasteful display.

            “This way,” said Joker.

            Sebastian, Ciel, and (Y/N) followed him up a stairwell. Sebastian leaned down and murmured, “How should you like to proceed? Would you have us kill him now and extricate the children?”

            “Wait,” said Ciel. “If the children are still alive, we should apprehend Kelvin first. I cannot report to Her Majesty, the Queen, if I do not understand his objectives and the actual facts of this case.”

            “Very well,” said (Y/N). “Though I doubt there can be any sane explanation for all of…this.” Their nose twitched as they looked at the doll decorations.

            Joker chuckled as they continued working. “Looks like there’s a touch o’ truth to the saying that folks aren’t always as they seem. Ye’ve got such a little body, yet your stage names are ‘The Queen’s Guard Dog’ and ‘the Aristocrat of Evil.’ Must’ve had a rough go of it, eh, Smile?”

            “That’s Earl Ciel Phantomive to you,” said Ciel coldly. “A mere servant is in no position to speak to me in such a familiar manner.”

            “Ye are indeed a noble aristocrat,” said Joker. He grew serious as he drew close to a pair of doors. “Dinner is served.” He opened the doors and revealed a dining room. “This way, please.”

            Candles lit the room, and a long table with silverware and dishes were set out for guests. In front of the table stood a stage with curtains in a circus design. Ciel followed Joker and sat down at the table. (Y/N) and Sebastian remained behind him. Joker crossed to the other set of doors, and (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed and met Sebastian’s gaze. They could sense the new presence.

            “I believe he has arrived,” said Sebastian.

            The doors opened, and a wheelchair was pushed into the room. Baron Kelvin, a stout man covered in bandages, grinned wildly as he entered the room.

            (Y/N)’s eyes went to the two children pushing Kelvin in. They had an aura of life, but their eyes were vacant, and their souls felt blank. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

            “You’ve come at last, Earl Phantomhive!” said Kelvin, literally blushing as he looked at his guests. “Aah…It is like a dream! To have you so close to me! Though I am most ashamed to see you as I am…”

            “…Are you Baron Kelvin, sir?” said Ciel, raising an eyebrow.

            “I am. I must say your formality is making me feel most self-conscious!” said Kelvin. He gestured to the doors behind him, and more vacant-eyed children dressed in servant uniforms pushed carts of food and drink in. “I have prepared a feast for you! The wine is an 1875 vintage, from the year of your birth. I wonder…am I being too pretentious?”

            (Y/N) had already disliked Kelvin upon just hearing his name, and they were liking him less and less with every part of his manor they saw. He reminded them of the pitiful humans that begged them for mercy after all their power was torn from them. (Y/N) smirked. They would enjoy punishing Kelvin.

            Joker poured a glass of wine and placed it down before Ciel. Sebastian picked it up and tasted it for poison.

            “There is no poison in it,” assured Sebastian with a calm smile.

            “Hmph,” said Ciel. “I have no intention of eating something that a rat has served. Tasting it for poison is pointless. Anyhow—” he looked at where Kelvin was gluttonously eating all the food served to him with no decorum “—those children…”

            “It would seem there are more victims beyond those indicated by police records,” said (Y/N).

            “But the way they look—”

            Ciel was cut off as Kelvin exclaimed, “Ah, yes! The Earl must also find a lone meal boring. Joker! Bring that out for him!”

            “Eh?” Joker shifted uncomfortably. “B-But—”

            “Just do it!” said Kelvin as he ripped apart a piece of lobster.

            Joker sighed. “Yes, sir.” He cleared his throat and shifted into his ring master persona. He flipped a baton and jumped onto the stage. The curtain rose to reveal a row of children with blank expressions and circus costumes. “Welcome, Earl Phantomhive. This even we shall ‘specially convey ye to a world of dazzling delights. First, we got o the tightrope!” He gestured up to a platform where a vacant girl stood ready to walk. “You will find nary a tether! This is as authentic as it gets!”

            The girl took a single step off the platform and fell off the tightrope. She crashed to the ground limply, cracking and bleeding upon impact. She remained empty until the final moment, not reacting to her death.

            “Wha…?” Ciel looked on, aghast.

            Sebastian and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. The show was distasteful and disturbing, a show of human depravity that even demons found an example of mortals being lesser beings.

            Joker struggled at the sight, clearly in pain at seeing a child die, but his “father” didn’t seem to care. In fact, he clapped excitedly and laughed raucously, even as some children pulled the girl’s body off the stage.

            “Next, our beast tamer,” said Joker, forcing the words out as a young boy faced an open cage containing a lion. “Watch with bated breath as the ferocious lion is expertly—!”

            The lion jumped on the boy and bit into him. The child didn’t even move.

            Joker shivered as the lion left the stage and the boy’s remaining limbs were carried away. At the table, Kelvin cackled and clapped happily. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed on the man. They were either gagging him before killing him during the next act or stopping the entire circus. It was just a matter of how annoyed Kelvin made (Y/N).

            “Now!” said Joker shakily. “Next we have knife-throwing!” A little girl was tied to a board as a boy held several knives. “What will be the fate of the crucified lass?” The boy threw a knife.

            Ciel’s eyes widened. He had seen enough. “Put an end to it, Sebastian!”

            The knife stopped just before impaling the girl’s head as Sebastian caught it between two fingers. (Y/N) jumped up beside the girl and took off her mask.

            “Ellery Nixon,” they said, remembering the files of missing children. “She had gone missing in the Cornwall area. This is unmistakably her.”

            Joker let out a breath of relief as the girl’s life was saved.

            “Just as you expected, Young Master,” said Sebastian. “Throwing abducted children into the ring as they are. I see. This is another way of enjoying the circus.”

            “I’m sorry! Did this not please you either?!” cried Kelvin. “Joker, clean this place up at once!”

            “I’ve had enough,” said Ciel coldly. He stood from the chair and turned his dark gaze on Kelvin. “I do not wish to share a table with rubbish that is inferior even to domestic beasts.”

            “Eh?! Eh?! Is something wrong?” said Kelvin. He had no idea why Ciel would be upset.

            “I need only report this much to Her Majesty the Queen,” said Ciel. He approached Kelvin. “That is vulgar, odious, perverted, and vilest of all boors…was disposed of by me, the Guard Dog!”

            He pulled back his cloak and grabbed for his gun. Joker raised his baton, withdrew a sword from it, and rushed at Ciel to defend Kelvin. Sebastian and (Y/N) grabbed knives and lunged for Joker. Everyone froze. Ciel pointed his gun at Kelvin, Joker had his sword underneath Ciel’s neck, and Sebastian and (Y/N) stood on either side of Joker with knives to his throat.

            “Joker!” cried Kelvin. “Stop pointing such a dangerous thing at the Earl!” He seemed not to care about the gun pointed at his forehead.

            “But—!” Joker glared at Sebastian and (Y/N) nervously.

            “Can’t you just listen to me?!” shouted Kelvin.

            “Kuh…” Joker removed his sword from Ciel’s neck, looking down at Kelvin’s admonishment. (Y/N) and Sebastian didn’t remove their weapons, and neither did Ciel.

            “Baron Kelvin. Where are the kidnapped children?” demanded Ciel.

            “What’s this?!” Kelvin turned to Ciel excitedly, eyes wide and a grin spreading across his face. “You wanted to see them, did you? They’re in the basement, so I’ll show you the way just now! And there’s something else downstairs that I want to show you besides!”

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            As they went downstairs, the empty children pushed Kelvin, and Ciel kept his gun pointed at his temple. Joker, Sebastian, and (Y/N) trailed behind him. Sebastian kept his knife at Joker’s throat, and (Y/N) kept a careful watch on him and Kelvin.

            “To be strolling beside you this way is really like a dream,” said Kelvin happily. He had been going on and on about how wonderful it was to be with Earl Phantomhive and be in his presence. It added another layer to his disturbing personality.

            “Enough of your idle chatter,” said Ciel sharply. “Take me to those children at once.” He didn’t want to be near this man for any longer than he had to be.

            “’K’Kay, sorry…” said Kelvin. “But I’m so very happy…I’ve been full of regret ever since that day.” They arrived before two large doors carved with intricate symbols and designs. The two children left Kelvin to open them. “I wondered over and over why I couldn’t have been there by your side…on that day, at that place.”

            His words were marked with a madness that (Y/N) recognized as that of a human obsessed. Their eyes narrowed.

            “That day…?” Ciel’s brow furrowed, but his grip on his gun didn’t falter. “By my…side? What the hell are you going on about, man?!”

    ��       Kelvin sighed mournfully. “I can’t turn back time no matter how great my regret.” The children began to push the doors open. “But then I realized it! That I can just do it over even if I can’t turn back time!” The doors parted to reveal the large room within. “There! Feast your eyes! It took me three whole years to prepare this!”

            A large white amphitheater with rows of seats surrounded a round basic where three cages of children lay starving and dirty. A carved stone block, pristine white, sat in the center of an inverted pentacle. Runes carved into the stone ground within the pentacle, and the symbols were clear to (Y/N)—they were meant for summoning. They were meant to summon a demon through sacrifice.

            They were standing within a sacrificial chamber.

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Blood Magic was one thing, but sacrifice? Humans were fools. To use another’s blood and pain for magic invited their own desires to rebound onto the caster. Any true magic wielder knew that only consenting to using blood for a spell caused it to strengthen an incantation, and even then, most avoided it. Blood magic was a last resort. Sacrifice was not even considered.

            But it was clear Kelvin and whoever he associated with had no idea how to truly wield magic and were greedy humans with no idea of the forces they had no hope of controlling. As Ciel’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the sacrificial chamber before him, Kelvin spoke without a care in the world. “Now let us recreate it anew, Earl Phantomhive! That fateful day, which came to pass three years ago!”

            Ah. So that is what called Corvus to Ciel—Sacrifice. (Y/N) had never asked when or where Sebastian had made his contract with Ciel, but now it was clear.

            As Ciel was forced to his memories of that fateful day, Kelvin recounted how he worshipped the Aristocrats of Evil and their beauty, longing and fighting to be just as lovely, suffering through the Phantomhives’ death, and wishing to be at the torture of Ciel those three years ago.

            “I still cannot forget the pain I felt then,” said Kelvin, speaking as if Ciel’s eyes hadn’t turned dark with murderous intent. “I, who had thrown away everything for you, was the one who could not see you! I wondered why fate kept us apart…and then that day, the lot of them disappeared. Not a one was left.”

            (Y/N) knew exactly what the scene would have looked like. They knew how Sebastian could tear humans apart without a second thought. They knew his power.

            “It was you, wasn’t it? Hm, Earl?” said Kelvin eagerly. “You did them a favor and killed them all. Ah! How I envy them! One couldn’t as for a more beauteous final moment, bidding farewell to life with the cold moon attending one’s deathbed!”

            What a disgusting maggot of a human, thought (Y/N).

            “Please! Let me join their ranks!” cried Kelvin, and Joker’s eyes widened as he strained against Sebastian’s grip. “This is all as it was that day! Look, I’ve got everything ready—the venue for the ritual. The lambs. And last but not least, you, my dear Earl! To be honest, I wanted to come and get you myself—!”

            Bang!

            Blood flew from Kelvin’s chest as Ciel shot him. He shook as he glared down at Kelvin with pure hatred and fury. This was the anger of someone who had pulled a demon to their side.

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[underworld-park-offical]

Episode 1

TOLKIEN: What in the world are you doing?

CRAIG: Posting on Snapchat

TOLKIEN: What the fuck, why?

CRAIG: These followers ain't gonna get themselves

TOLKIEN: Shut the actual fuck up you fucking Supreme Yeezy wearing- CRAIG: No <3

TOLKIEN: Boy kisser

CRAIG: Gaywad

KYLE: Can you guys stop fighting oh my fucking god

CRAIG: It's my house and I'm high as balls, I do what I want

KYLE: You sound like Cartman

CRAIG: I will  kick you out

TOLKIEN: Do it, no balls

CRAIG: I wasn’t talking to you, girl kisser

TOLKIEN: You know I'm dating Clyde you dumb bitch

CLYDE: Hi :)

CRAIG: Whatever, how do we play this game?

STAN: Okay, plot twist, we don’t play this dumbass kids' game, and go to bed like normal people

TOLKIEN: It's not a kids game, Stan, eat my shorts

STAN: First of all, no, that's gay

STAN: Second, this is from fucking HASBRO

STAN: Therefore, it's for kids

JIMMY: I- I've seen this in m-m-m-m-m-movies, be-before. I-I think it w-w-was m-m-m-my l-l-l-l-little p-pony

CLYDE: Man… I always wondered what friendship could be

CRAIG (deadpan): My little pony…

TOLKIEN: I hate you all

TOLKIEN: You put your hands on the planchette–

CARTMAN: Oh yes, sir douchengaurd the great, we ALL know what that  is

CARTMAN: Speak in English (disrespectfully)

TOLKIEN: Kill yourself

CARTMAN: I'm telling my Twitter stans about this

STAN: I'm not on Twitter

CARTMAN: OH MY GODDDD not you  you fucking rejected Weezer member!

CARTMAN: Nevermind, I'm telling REDDIT

TOLKIEN: Can we just play the game, please?

JIMMY: Wh-wh-why do y-you w-w-wanna play it so bad?

JIMMY: HMMMMMM???

JIMMY: Q-queermo… wh-whatcha tryna g-g-get everyone t-to do h-huh?

STAN: Bro wants everyone to hold hands apparently

KYLE: It's like a My Little Pony circle, my favorite (unironical bozo)

TOLKIEN: ….

TOLKIEN: (Why did I even come here)

KENNY: Can we get to the game, please?

KENNY: The whole point of a sleepover is to get high and do dumb shit

KENNY: TO THE DUMB SHIT, FOR GOOD AND– (Falling sound) …I'M OKAY!

CRAIG: Kenny, do a dance on the table, it’ll look so cool for my Instagram

KENNY: BET…… for twenty dollars I'll do it

CRAIG: ….Shit I don't have twenty dollars

KENNY: LMAO LOSER

TOLKIEN: ….Put your hands on the only  thing on the board, for the love of god

TOLKIEN: You guys literally suck ass

CLYDE: D:

TOLKIEN: Not you, Clyde

CLYDE: :D

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Paradise Lost, Book 2 (Non-Zoot Edition): Sin Addresses Satan; Satan Allies with Chaos

I'm not zooted for this one, I just want to talk about it.

Keep in mind this is flow-of-consciousness, so I write down exactly what I think, and then later I sometimes discover i am wrong roflll

“O Father, what intends thy hand,” she cried, Against thy only Son? What fury O Son, Possesses thee to bend that mortal Dart Against thy Father’s head? And know’st for whom; For him who sits above and laughs the while At thee ordain’d his drudge, to execute What e’er his wrath, which he calls Justice, bids, His wrath which one day will destroy ye both.”

“To execute/what e’er his wrath, which he calls Justice” is a metal line and she IS NOT LYING

I am continually struck by how all of these characters have not only acknowledged that God cannot be defeated, they’ve always known God couldn’t be defeated. They still fought him anyway. If I were reading this in a less fantastic setting, I would be like: “M-hmm I feel like a few important documents are missing.”

Another interesting trait: all of these characters know the future. Sometimes it’s awkward—for example, they spend most of Book 2 trying to figure out what to do after falling from heaven, then wax eloquent about events that haven’t happened yet.

It’s hard to know how much was intentional here, and how much was just done in the spirit of the thing, but you know that saying: “With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day”? (2 Peter 3:8) It’s like these characters are not only devil-and-angel at once, but also every form of themselves from beginning to end. They haven’t yet committed horrors on the human race, but they also have. (This is not free will.)

This book makes constant asides as to God’s greatness. Everybody stops to talk him up—and by “everybody,” I mean “every single devil who gets a speech.” We haven’t had a single “good guy” yet: the only glory given to God that has been from a non-devil is Milton himself. While speaking of God, the devils’ tones rarely feel sullen or angry; instead, they feel very rote and matter-of-fact, as though they’re reading lines out of an encyclopedia. This is just the way the world is, and all the characters accept what is natural.

That’s dissonant on multiple levels. First, these devils literally JUST tried to overthrow Heaven (aka the ideal version of the world, the world-as-it-should-be). Second, given how absolutely broken the devils sound when they give their speeches—the ways they attempt to soothe themselves and comprehend their failure, added to their sudden comprehension of time (did eternity need to be invoked in heaven or Paradise until the birth of pain?)—these acknowledgments of God’s superiority ring false, like another scribe popped in and wrote BUT DON’T WORRY—

I’m trying to figure out Milton’s motivations here. Did he want to reassure the reader, the publisher, a religious authority, or himself? Keep in mind this was published back in a day where “freedom of expression” was not a thing.

By invoking the importance of the monarchy over and over, this may be Milton's attempt to say: "Mr. King sir, this is not supposed to be a story about your overthrow. Please do not kill me."

I’ve also started wondering about the political realities of when this was published. This feels extremely Protestant. Hey Wikipedia whaddaya say

[Milton scholar John] Leonard speculates that the English Civil War interrupted Milton's earliest attempts to start his “epic [poem] that would encompass all space and time”.

YEAH THERE IT IS

This book was published in 1667… by Peter Parker. Aw yeah :) With great power comes great abuse :))))

I also didn’t know Milton was freaking blind! You know, that fits; the story’s rhythm begs to be read out loud. I love the imagery that painters came up with: Milton dictating Paradise Lost to his daughters. I don’t know that this actually happened, but it’s kinda cool. Sounds like a callback to Homer so I’m a little wary—you know how people are.

Milton Dictating to His Daughter, Henry Fuseli (1794)

I bet this is exactly how he looked too.

HEEEGUUUGGHRRRHHHHH

Also, I just discovered that CS Lewis wrote a preface to Paradise Lost. I adored him as a child. I’m definitely reading that at some point.

Anyway, want to go back to reading Paradise Lost? I DO. Remember where we were? The snake-assed lady whose vagine is a Cerberi doghouse? Well, the devil asks who she and this Dart-wielding shade are…

Without research, I’m guessing the “dart” is a spear. The other option is an arrow, which sounds significantly less dangerous, and no bow is mentioned. I mean, you can still stab someone to death with an arrow, it just seems kinda silly. It’s like running at someone and jamming a bullet into their eye.

Of course, it may be meant to be an arrow. There’s a famous image in Revelations I can’t stop thinking about: the white horseman (commonly interpreted as Jesus—Revelation 6:2) comes out with a bow, but no arrows or quiver.

Holy shit, if you put Jesus and Death together you get a bow and an arrow and the arrow is death

I’m just kidding please ignore everything I say

[The devil asks: who the fuck are you guys and why are you calling me father?] T’ whom thus the Portress of Hell Gate reply’d: “Hast thou forgot me then, and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul, once deem’d so fair In Heav’n, when at th’ Assembly, and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combin’d In bold conspiracy against Heav’n’s King, All on a sudden miserable pain Surpris’d thee, dim thine eyes, and dizzy swum In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth, ’til on the left side op’ning wide, Likest to thee in shape and count’nance bright, Then shining heav’nly fair, a Goddess arm’d Out of thy head I sprung: amazement seiz’d All th’ Host of Heav’n; back they recoil’d afraid At first, and call’d me Sin, and for a Sign Portentous held me…

Suddenly, allegory!

I’ve been researching allegory lately—not well, and piecemeal—but I’ve been interested in its function, as well as what makes a good allegory and what makes a bad one. Now, before this point, I would have said that an allegory encloses the entire narrative, not just a part of it. But here we have traditional characters (Satan, Beelzebub, etc), all of whom Milton intended as representations of real spiritual beings, and all of a sudden: the allegorical representations of Sin and Death. They are not just characters, they are concepts—and yet I’d say they belong here. I feel like I can almost put a finger on why…

Was Milton a Biblical literalist? I really don’t know. There are most likely cultural and historical differences I’m missing here. I’m sure that, if Milton were a literalist, it would not be like that of the evangelicals we see today. Evangelical literalism is a particularly stupid, flat kind, and I’m not sure it was that simple back in 1660s England.

Another neat little factoid: a lot of Paradise Lost heralds back to the epic poetry of the Greeks and Romans, right? Who else sprang fully-formed from a forehead? Athena from Zeus! So this is a great callback and recontextualizing of an old myth, setting Lucifer on par with The Rapist King.

One big theme of Book 1’s was that all the other gods of the world are demons—every one of them. So Sin popping out, appearing godlike—for a moment, just like Satan himself—is a hell of a backslap. Athena was a virgin god of wisdom. You’re about to see what happens to Sin (hint: she’s a ho)

I suppose it is also possible that this is an attempt of Milton’s to represent an evolution of theology. Speaking of CS Lewis: Lewis believed that all Classical myth was composed of spiritual half-truths—like the ancient pagan faiths of the improperly-godded Classical peoples were reaching for that absolute truth of Christ, and were unable to because he hadn’t been born yet. According to Lewis, all these old faiths would ultimately be brought together under the umbrella of the Christian God’s single one. It’s one reason why Chronicles of Narnia is full of mythological beasts particular to the Greeks and Romans.

What do you mean, “what about the Jews? Weren’t the Jews around in ancient Rome? And at the time of ancient Greece for that matter?” Girl I don’t remember it’s been a minute and this is just me talking shit into the ether and I’m not even zooted right now

“…but familiar grown, I pleas’d, and with attractive graces won The most averse, thee chiefly, who full oft Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing Becam’st enamour’d, and such joy thou took’st With me in secret, that my womb conceiv’d A growing burden.

“Proshippers DNI/Sinatan shippers DNI”

Can we please appreciate “my womb conceiv’d/a growing burden.” That’s so pretty.

“Meanwhile War arose, And fields were fought in Heav’n; wherein remain’d (For what could else) to our Almighty Foe Clear Victory, to our part loss and rout Through all the Empyrean…

Back to the devil and his minions throwing in little asides about how great God is. Does this feel weird to you, too? It’s disingenuous. Every time you’re just about to accept the demons and hell-born as characters with full interior worlds, they give up on themselves. Characters should be selfish, self-oriented, self-protective. These characters keep stopping to bare their throats.

So why did these demons turn against God if they knew they were going to fail?

I mention this because Paradise Lost waffles about “free will” a lot. At first, I thought the devil mentioned “free choice” because “choice” was an inherently fallen concept, but then I remembered that Adam has a whole conversation with an angel and “free will” is uttered as a benefit.

Here’s a fun verse—one of many, they’re everywhere—that Milton was probably trying to invoke:

The Lord has made everything for its own purpose, even the wicked for the day of evil. Proverbs 16:4

That’s very cool. thanks God. Hey free will isn’t free if you brutally punish anyone who sticks a toe out of your arbitrary line you fucking asshole

“…down they fell Driv’n headlong from the Pitch of Heaven, down Into this Deep…

If you repeat this line out loud, it will heal you of all wounds. How do poets talk about this shit properly? I don’t have the language to describe why it’s good. It hurts, it’s so tasty. I started salivating like this was a delicious cookie. That delicious alliteration. Those hard d’s. HEA(D)long, then HEA(V)en. Soft f’s (fell, from). “Driv’n”, then “Heaven.” “Down” repeated twice, both times beginning a phrase. Long phrase, short phrase—the long fall, the hard stop; hard “d” to soft “v.” You can feel the drop.

I don’t know how to explain this so say it out loud ok

“…and in the general fall I also; at which time this powerful Key Into my hand was giv’n, with charge to keep These Gates for ever shut, which none can pass Without my op’ning.”

A woman who is also an opening. That’s really neat. Oh shit Jesus knocks down the gates of hell, right? Does this imply yet more rape or… yeeeeahhhhhh

Again, I’m struck by how the wicked are the tools of God as soon as the angels are. Why does Sin have to keep this key? What stops her from tossing that shit away? What stops her from opening the gates of Hell and leaving?

The glib answer is, “God does.” However, this wouldn’t be completely fair to say. Allegorical limitations apply here: Sin is not a full character.

Now, as Sin is a concept in this case, it’s like she’s transformed Satan into an allegorical concept by proxy: only by Sin might we allow Satan in. Nice.

It’s like… a tiny allegorical universe for a moment. A wee allegorical nugget.

“Pensive here I sat Alone, but long I sat not, ’til my womb Pregnant by thee, and now excessive grown Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes.

No. No I hate this. Stop

“At last this odious offspring whom thou seest Thine own begotten, breaking violent way Tore through my entrails…

remember Alien? Unfortunate

“…that with fear and pain Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew Transform’d: but he my inbred enemy…

I know we’re very grossed out but can we appreciate this use of the word “inbred” for a moment

“Forth issu’d, brandishing his fatal Dart Made to destroy: I fled, and cri’d out ‘Death’; Hell trembl’d at the hideous Name, and sigh’d From all her Caves, and back resounded ‘Death.’

Remember the “execrable shape” and the “miscreated Front”? I laughed about it, but Milton was being literal: what else could the devil say about Death? Death is a haze without meaningful form. Death can take whatever form he needs to do what he must. And, in this case, Death is greater than his father. He’s an anti-Jesus.

I also love the use of echo. The feeling of resignation and acceptance… just mwah, mwah.

“I fled, but he pursu’d (though more, it seems, Inflam’d with lust than rage) and swifter far, Me overtook—his mother!—all dismayed, And in embraces forcible and foul Engend’ring with me, of that rape begot These yelling Monsters that with ceaseless cry Surround me, as thou sawst, hourly conceiv’d And hourly born…”

Oh no. Oh no no no. Noooooo

So for the record, this is Death repeatedly raping Sin, who then gives birth to dogs on the hour, every hour, for the rest of eternity. Why dogs? Because nobody wants that.

Let’s take a step back from the allegory for a second, because we can. What did Sin do that was wrong? She was literally formed without choice. She had no choice in her nature and she had no choice in what happened to her. It’s debatable she wanted to fuck Satan. It is possible she did nothing but be born and ravished.

Yes I know she’s a concept, but she’s also playing a character here. If you didn’t want me to feel sorry for Sin you shouldn’t have made her a person. Also, the way Sin is being treated is considered an acceptable punishment. The devil characters, who can be treated purely as characters, are being punished by Milton in what he perceives as acceptable ways, and it’s arguable his audience would think similarly.

If God can treat the devils like this, there's no reason he can't treat us like this.

God is a fucking monster y’all. He’s the equivalent of every redneck who fantasizes about killing an Evildoer. Except then he MADE the Evildoer so he could purposely kill them. Worse than that: he made the Evildoer so he could make them suffer.

You ever see someone write so well they fuck up their own propaganda

“…with sorrow infinite To me, for when they list into the womb That bred them they return, and howl and gnaw My bowels, their repast; then burst forth Afresh with conscious terrors vex me ’round, That rest or intermission none I find.

Heeeyyyy are you supposed to feel sorry for Sin?

According to a quote of CS Lewis’ (from Wikipedia. Again, I’m not trying to do a great job here, I’m just fucking around, who even gives a shit), contemporaries of Paradise Lost would have known there were moments they were Supposed to Feel Certain Things, and that the Devil would be considered Bad right away, without any character-building whatsoever.

This is absolutely true. I’m coming to this slow realization that Paradise Lost exhibits traits of both modern narratives—where a character’s quality is SHOWN by their behavior, which includes their dialogue, which may not be trustworthy—and those of allegories, an older literary form. Allegories of the old days were far more straightforward, with characters written to be as one-dimensional and obvious as possible. Nobody wanted to be misunderstood.

However, this is also such a tone-deaf and willfully stupid take that I reject it in part. Look, Lewis was smart, but he would twist himself into a pretzel before he’d admit God could be a fucker: contemporary readers of this book definitely had problems with the devil’s part, and the devil’s complex qualities are part of the book’s draw. I’d argue that the devil is probably the only reason we’re still talking about Paradise Lost today—plenty of good shit was being written back in Milton’s day, and you have to dig to find it. Why did Paradise Lost not fall into a dark pit where only researchers go? It’s not because its first readers decided altogether to read it in a single manner most pleasing.

People are not monoliths guys. Movements are born and slow evolutions turned.

“Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death my Son and foe, who sets them on, And me his Parent would full soon devour For want of other prey, but that he knows His end with mine involv’d; and knows that I Should prove a bitter Morsel, and his bane, When ever that shall be; so Fate pronounc’d.

This is simultaneously horrible, beautiful, and the most metal thing I’ve ever read.

Sin’s longing for cannibalism is the first overt sign of her interior monstrousness (unless she desired the incest, anyway).

This is a reminder to me that to appear ugly or distasteful was often used as a sign in old literature that someone is trash. It’s not a new concept. People confuse personal discomfort with truth all the time.

I am also reminded of the qualities of old allegorical literature. Dialogue wasn’t used to expand on a character’s inner world—it was used like an encyclopedia entry, to deliver clearcut information. The character was not a person, the character was a concept, and nobody was confused about that.

I just had an interesting thought: does Paradise Lost represent a kind of middle ground between older allegorical works and more modern character-driven works?

Wait, if she wishes she could eat Death, why did she stop him from fighting Satan

I mean, Death would win, but… I don’t know. A slave to the narrative? Yeah, probably an allegorical limitation. Allegorical symbols can’t break character or they cease being allegorical. This is one of their major limitations and it’s why writing an allegory that isn’t hamfisted is like scooping your eyes out with hot spoons. I’m starting to see how it’s unwise to just throw a random allegorical character in with a bunch of Normies: first, because they’re limited; they often can’t act like people. Second, what does that say about the rest of the narrative? It opens a can of worms. The artificial limitations of the devils suddenly becomes suspect. The allegory struggles to stretch beyond its tiny nugget prison.

“But thou O Father, I forewarn thee, shun His deadly arrow…”

Oh… ok :(

goofy-ass specter running at the devil with a goddamn arrow

I mean, it’ll work.

“…neither vainly hope To be invulnerable in those bright Arms, Though temper’d heav’nly, for that mortal dint, Save he who reigns above, none can resist.”

Every now and then, you get a hint as to how a word has evolved. Today, we think of “arms” as weaponry; here, Milton uses it to refer to “armor.” As for “dint”, it could go either as “blow, stroke” (the archaic reading, according to my dictionary) or as “force, power.” Also according to my dictionary, this is where “dent” came from (take this with a grain of salt lol).

I don’t know, it’s very cool.

She finish’d, and the subtle Fiend his lore Soon learned, now milder, and thus answer’d smooth.

I love the current-day connotations of the word “lore.” It makes this kind of funny.

Reading on, I’m honestly not sure if he believes Sin or not. You think you’d remembering fucking your brainchild. Then again, this is Hell; the characters exist in a weird between place. It’s possible that in the spirit world, concepts can be people… perhaps the nature of the spiritual is its adherence to the ideal (both ideal Wickedness and Holiness).

What makes this even harder to understand is: where does Milton intend for double-meaning and earnestness to reside? I ask because it was the style of allegories and parables to be rather straight-forward, as Lewis said. But these characters are sometimes almost modern, with clear snark and ulterior motives.

“Dear Daughter, since thou claim’st me for thy Sire, And my fair Son here showst me, the dear pledge Of dalliance had with thee in Heav’n, and joys Then sweet, now sad to mention, through dire change Befall’n us unforeseen, unthought of,

Smooth.

“…know I come no enemy, but to set free From out this dark and dismal house of pain,

Wait a minute. Is this where House of Pain got their name. IS THIS WHERE HOUSE OF PAIN

(I looked it up. It’s from HG Wells’ The Island of Dr. Moreau, which is just as weird.)

“Both him and thee, and all the heav’nly Host Of Spirits that in our just pretenses arm’d Fell with us from on high: from them I go This uncouth errand sole, with lonely steps to tread Th’ unfounded deep, and through the void immense To search with wand’ring quest…

“From there I go—this uncouth errand sole,” is what I’ll say when I’m heading out on errands from now on.

“…a place foretold Should be, and, by concurring signs, ere now Created vast and round, a place of bliss In the Purlieus of Heav’n…

I had to look up a word. “Purlieu” means “the ground on the edges of a forest, especially when partly subject to the same forest laws concerning game hunting, etc” or “the outskirts of any place; an adjacent district; the environs or neighborhood.”

I really like the implication of “at the edge of law.” That’s what God keeps coming down to—that’s what the book keeps coming back to: the battle between law and anarchy.

“…and therein plac’d A race of upstart Creatures…

fuck yeah. fuck you satan

“…to supply Perhaps our vacant room, though more remov’d, Least Heav’n surcharg’d with potent multitude Might hap to move new broiles…

I had to look up “broiles,” and in the process, discovered what may be the best dictionary of all time: Shakespeare’s Words.

“Broil” once meant “turmoil, confused fighting, battle.”

“…be this or aught Then this more secret now design’d, I haste To know, and this once known, shall soon return, And bring ye to the place where Thou and Death Shall dwell at ease…”

This section is so delicious.

First, Satan is schmoozing, 1000%. We only know this because he first talked shit to Death and Sin, and has now changed his tune. That said, it’s wildly unclear what his motivations are, half because he’s talking to literal allegorical figures. Once allegories get involved, they are stringently policed: neither Sin nor Death can be surprising to us. They will exhibit all the traits of their counterparts as understood by Milton’s version of Protestant Christianity. Their purpose is edification and education. An allegory is an encyclopedic entry given flesh.

Second, for what purpose does Satan offer these things? To pay them off? Probably. Does he offer them because he has grown a heart? No, probably not. Is he just offering what these characters want to hear? Probably. But, as you’ll soon see, he’s not lying. Does he know he’s not lying?

“…and up and down unseen Wing silently the buxom Air…

“Buxom” used to mean “lively, cheerful, bright,” not BIG OL TITTIES

“…embalm’d With odors; there ye shall be fed and fill’d Immeasurably, all things shall be your prey.”

We know, because we are inundated with Christianity in this country, that he’s telling the truth. He’s explaining that once Sin and Death are free, they’ll be free to feed on the Earth.

Is he telling what he perceives as truth, or is he promising pie in the sky?

If we were to be blitheringly flat, like Lewis, we’d recognize Satan’s speech as literal: he’s offering a promise he can keep; he understands what is going to happen before it ever happens. But because he’s complex, and started off his speech with flattery, I’m also not completely sure—I can only know by reading on and finding out if he spoke the truth.

Of equal interest: Satan is also doing right by his baby mama and weird fucking son. Sure, he’s talking shit, but he’s also taking responsibility.

Just. Kinda weird situation all told.

He ceas’d, for both seem’d highly pleas’d, and Death Grinn’d horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill’d, and blest his maw Destin’d to that good hour…

God I love this description. I love how Death contains “famine”, how he blesses his empty throat with promises of glut.

…no less rejoic’d His mother bad, and thus bespake her Sire. “The key of this infernal Pit by due, And by command of Heav’n’s all-powerful King I keep, by him forbidden to unlock These Adamantine Gates; against all force Death ready stands to interpose his dart, Fearless to be o’ermatched by living might.

One guy with one arrow versus everybody.

It’s all right, tell me how it goes

“But what owe I to his commands above Who hates me, and hath hither thrust me down Into this gloom of Tartarus profound, To sit in hateful Office here confin’d, Inhabitant of Heav’n, and heav’nly-born, Here in perpetual agony and pain, With terrors and with clamors compass’d round Of mine own brood, that on my bowels feed…

OH MY GOD SHE’S DOING IT

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

On that note: are you saying. That if God had maybe. Not been incredibly cruel to Sin. We may not have had Sin

Lewis would say something about how Sin had made her choice, and about how the brutalities wreaked against her were her own fault somehow, and that her nature was inherently wicked, so she would be wicked even when shown mercy. Then he'd end up with "it's an allegory anyway"

The problem with this is a) Christianity is about forgiving people who have committed some real humdingers, so this is logically dissonant, and b) so far, God hasn’t just punished: he has been nasty and cruel. The only love I have seen is between devils. If this is propaganda for God it’s not doing a very good job

“Thou art my Father, thou my Author, thou My being gav’st me; whom should I obey But thee, whom follow? Thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss, among The Gods who live at ease, where I shall Reign At thy right hand voluptuous, as beseems Thy daughter and thy darling, without end.”

YES

Kinda weird but YES

Don’t take shit from that asshole lady he sucks

Thus saying, from her side the fatal Key, Sad instrument of all our woe, she took; And towards the Gate rolling her bestial train, Forthwith the huge Portcullis high up drew, Which but her self not all the Stygian powers Could once have moved… …So wide they stood, and like a Furnace mouth Cast forth redounding smoke and ruddy flame.

I just wanted to share this for the imagery. I love the imagery of a beautiful woman on a serpent’s tail, slipping slimy and bloody over the black earth, her body broken open in a hundred places where her hungry young have burst forth, and all around her the hellhounds loping. Then you can just feel the gates of Hell open and all I can think of is how I feel when I open the front door on a haboob.

“Redound” means “to fall out, contribute, turn out.”

Before their eyes in sudden view appear The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable Ocean without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth, and height, And time and place are lost; where eldest Night And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal Anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars and by confusion stand.

Most of what I’m sharing here, I just LIKE. I like the image of Chaos and void. I love how it dwarfs Lucifer. I can feel the wind surging from that hot black egress. It probably switches back on itself—in direction, in temperature, in violence.

Also, I can't stop remembering that weird starlit void lurking below the surface world of Elden Ring.

...Into this wild Abyss, The Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave, Of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mix’d Confus’dly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless th’ Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more Worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and look’d a while, Pondering his Voyage; for no narrow frith He had to cross.

“Frith” is an ancient word for “estuary.”

His Dark Materials is a book series. That phrase and the title of The Golden Compass originate from Paradise Lost. Speaking of which, I need to finish the series. From what I’ve read, the author had a bone to pick with CS Lewis, and I do approve of that.

Again, I love the imagery of this section, and that’s the only reason I’m sharing this. See, so far, Satan has been presented as a giant. He’s enormous. He’s powerful. But the chaos dwarfs him. Could absolutely swallow him. You believe in it as a dangerous place—a primordial place. It feels older than God.

Although the void here is technically allegorical, there’s worldbuilding here. This is an attempt at realism. The boundaries between allegorical and literal smear.

…At last his Sail-broad Vans He spreads for flight, and in the surging smoke Uplifted spurns the ground, thence many a League As in a cloudy Chair ascending rides Audacious, but that seat soon failing, meets A vast vacuity: all unawares Flutt’ring his pennons vain plumb down he drops Ten thousand fathom deep…

I had no idea that “vans” originated as a word for “wings.” For a brief, heady moment, I imagined Lucifer taking off in some cool fuckin kicks.

Here's where you see what I mean about action sequences: Milton is so damn good at making you feel the rough weather and envisioning weird spaces. "Surging smoke," "ascending rides/Audacious," "a vast vacuity."

...i love alliteration and action verbs. so much

…when straight behold the Throne Of Chaos, and his dark Pavilion spread Wide on the wasteful Deep; with him Enthron’d Sat Sable-vested Night, eldest of things, The consort of his Reign; and by them stood Orcus and Ades, and the dreaded name Of Demogorgon; Rumor next and Chance, And Tumult and Confusion all embroil’d, And Discord with a thousand various mouths.

Again, I just LOVE this. I’m trying to only share things I enjoy, but it’s so hard when the whole book sings.

"Wide on the wasteful deep." Mmmmfffffff f f f ffffffffffffff

"Sable-vested Night." You know, when people adjectivize nouns, usually I get mad, but this is gorgeous.

Had to include the bit about Discord because never before have I appreciated the name so well

“Yours be th’ advantage all, mine the revenge.”

Metal. Take whatever you want: I wanna fuck this guy over. (Satan absolutely said this.)

...Satan stay’d not to reply, But glad that now his Sea should find a shore, With fresh alacrity and force renew’d Springs upward like a Pyramid of fire Into the wild expanse…

One thing I like to imagine, especially when I see visual depictions of spectacular events, is wonder how the author came to envision them. As writers, we’re very lucky in this day and age that we can go look up videos and images and firsthand accounts of farflung events, and a lot of us take cues from film and television. Milton would have had a more limited palette.

What is more, not everyone can write an action sequence. Milton can. He understands that language is about feeling, not seeing.

It makes me wonder: what inspired the image of Satan’s launch? Fireworks? Comets? Lightning? The mere interplay with light out in the world?

“Glad now his Sea should find a shore” is a beautiful line and it’s about the devil allying with Chaos rofl

Send that one to your lover one day without explanation.

But now at last the sacred influence Of light appears, and from the walls of Heav’n Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night A glimmering dawn…

The sun is heaven confirmed

We're all gonna live in the sun someday

Oh wait I'm writing this.....

...im going to hell.......

…Satan with less toil, and now with ease Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light And like a weather-beaten Vessel holds Gladly the Port, though Shrouds and Tackle torn; Or in the emptier waste, resembling Air, Weighs his spread wings, at leisure to behold Far off th’ Empyreal Heav’n, extended wide In circuit, undetermin’d square or round…

It’s fascinating to me that Heaven is seen right away as bending the laws of physics. A different writer whose name rhymes with "HP Lovecraft" would be like NON-EUCLIDEAN GEOMETRY

With Opal Tow’rs and Battlements adorn’d Of living Sapphire, once his native Seat; And fast by hanging in a golden Chain This pendant world, in bigness as a Star Of smallest Magnitude close by the Moon.

“This pendant world” "living Sapphire" UggghhhhHHH it’s so good

Imagine for a second: the peoples of this era already knew the Earth was round, but nobody had seen it from space yet.

Milton could fully envision it—like a jewel hanging in the sky.

What I don’t understand is “the golden chain.” It may be literal lol

Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge, Accurst, and in a cursed hour he hies.

This is a word-by-word account of my green-cheek conure flying into a plate of mashed potatoes.

To Be Continued

#paradise lost #christianity #reading #paradise lost book 2 #vvatchword #books #literature

[csuitebitches]

Family money/access to wealth seems like the #1 determinant of success.

Yes and no. I’ve seen spoiled brats grow up and suffer because their parents didn’t teach them things properly and they couldn’t handle the family wealth, which either led to the family company being led by professionals or bankrupt. I’ve seen grounded rich kids grow up and expand their family’s empire. It’s all a part of your calibre to have ambition.

A boy worked as a security guard at a prestigious conglomerate. He didn’t speak a word of English, he only spoke his native language. He hailed from a small village in an Asian country, and provided for his family.

However, his boss, the main security head, had a feeling that he was smart. And when a prestigious financial company came knocking on the company’s door for some hiring purpose (my memory fails me exactly why they’d visited the conglomerate), the head security took the opportunity to talk to HR. He asked him if the boy could give the exam that the financial company gave for hiring candidates.

HR thought that the security head had lost his mind.

“Are you insane? He can’t even speak English!” argued the HR.

“Sir, please, if you just give the boy a chance, just to give the exam… I’m sure he’ll do well,” pleaded the security head.

The HR thought for a second.

“Very well,” he decided. “The boy may give the exam. Let’s see if he’s as smart as you say so.”

The exam had two components to it. One was a theoretical test and another, a spoken interview.

The boy aced the theoretical test and was only one of two people from all the candidates to do so. But his lack of English failed him in the spoken interview.

Still, he had impressed the financial company’s panel. They told him that they would hire him, under various conditions - one of them being learning English in a mere four months.

For four months, the boy toiled and toiled, until he grasped English. The company was ready to pay for the English tuition expenses. And in four months, when they were satisfied with his level of fluency, he joined the company.

•

When I was 16, I began working. One of my first internships was at an education firm. A very kindly man mentored me and I learned a lot under him. He was passionate about education, especially educating backward, rural communities and previously had worked in a prestigious financial company. I was surprised to hear that he had left such a big job at the finance company to come and work in education. He said that the stress, burn out and lack of empathy wasn’t worth it. He told me how he would have to fire people in the most unsympathetic way possible - the company would provide him with a script, he would have to recite just that and watch the other person’s face fall. He couldn’t take the pressure that his job had anymore and felt stuck in his life. He wanted to create impact on people.

I learned plenty under him, and he was always ready to take me to business meetings and trips. He didn’t treat me like a child or as a teenager with unbalanced ideas - he would listen to my suggestions as a whole and give me genuinely honest feedback on it. I grew as a person under him.

My father later told me about my mentor’s backstory. You should have seen my face. There isn’t a single thing that gives away that he came from humble origins - his English impeccable, his knowledge vast, the way he dresses and carries himself with confidence - everything screamed “privileged upbringing” to me. I would have never guessed that he came from a challenged background and had to literally work his way up.

My former mentor now does social work. Him and his brother have created a project where they provide rural children who struggle to feed themselves with food.

The more calamities that exist, the more opportunities will come up. To survive in today’s world, you need to be able to solve problems. In an economy where we can see tiny start ups disrupting massive family business legacies, and with so much access to information and the net - if you don’t take advantage of every single thing you have to climb up, then you don’t really want what you truly want.

#q/a #success

[eyreguide]

Storytime for Grownups - a podcast reading of Jane Eyre

I recently received an email from Faith Moore, creator and podcaster of Storytime for Grownups, who is releasing a free podcast audiobook version of Jane Eyre - with commentary to help readers understand some of the out-dated references and words. I just started listening to the show and love Faith's voice for Jane - it's very welcoming and serene. And this seems like something all readers and Jane Eyre fans can enjoy - for the fans it's nice to hear someone read the story with background information, and for any new or young readers this might be a great way to understand the story better as they listen. I asked Faith some questions about her experience reading Jane Eyre and her podcast. Please enjoy the mini-interview below, and listen to her show wherever you find podcasts!

1. What is your "Jane Eyre" origin story?  When/Why did you first read the novel and what were your first impressions?

I think I was around twelve years old when I first read Jane Eyre. It wasn’t at all the kind of book that I normally read at that age. I loved to read, but I struggled with “old fashioned” books. The language always felt inaccessible to me and I could never really get into the classics—I was much more comfortable with The Babysitter’s Club or Matilda. But my family took me to see a stage production of Jane Eyre and I absolutely loved it. I fell immediately in love with Mr. Rochester and could tell—at a visceral level—that this was a great story. So I found a copy of the book on my parents’ bookshelf, pulled it down, and began to read. The things we do for love—love of Mr. Rochester I mean! The language was still really hard for me to understand, the bits of the plot that didn’t involve Mr. Rochester dragged, but it was all worth it for those Jane and Rochester scenes. I read the whole thing and I’ve never looked back. And, over time—and many re-readings—I’ve come to love the book in its entirety. To my mind, it’s a work of genius. 

2. Favorite quote from Jane Eyre (you can pick just the first one that pops into your mind!)

I return to the proposal scene again and again. The ribbon bookmark in my favorite copy of the book (I own four copies) always marks it. 

“Are you in earnest? Do you truly love me? Do you sincerely wish me to be your wife?”

“I do; and if an oath is necessary to satisfy you, I swear it.”

“Then, sir, I will marry you.”

“Edward—my little wife!”

“Dear Edward!”

“Come to me—come to me entirely now,” said he; and added, in his deepest tone, speaking in my ear as his cheek was laid on mine, “Make my happiness—I will make yours.”

3. What made you decide to start Storytime for Grownups and have you podcasted before?

This is my first podcast! The idea for the show came to me because of my own struggles with reading the classics. You’re always being told you ought to read the classics—and you should!—but what if you literally can’t? My first idea was to somehow “translate” the old-fashioned language of classic books into modern English. But I came to feel that too much would be lost—the atmosphere and the characters are built through the language as it’s written. But then I realized that when I was an elementary school teacher, one of my favorite times in the day was storytime. When you read aloud to your students, you pause from time to time to make sure they’re still with you. You define a word, you summarize, you comment on the action. And I thought: I could do that for grownups with the classics! Each season of Storytime for Grownups, I read a book aloud, one chapter per episode. As I read, I pause from time to time to give brief explanations that make it easier to follow along. It’s like an audio book with built-in notes. Season 1 is Jane Eyre!

4. What is the most interesting thing you've learned so far while digging into the background or literary composition of Jane Eyre?

One of my favorite parts of the show is that listeners write in to ask questions about each chapter and I feature one or two questions at the start of each episode. The questions have been amazing and they’ve prompted me to delve really deeply into the text—even more deeply than I ever have before! One really interesting aspect that I’d never really delved very deeply into before is the notion of the supernatural and fairy tales/fairy stories. It’s a huge theme within Jane and Rochester’s relationship and I think it relates in a really fascinating way to Brontë’s exploration of religion and spirituality which flows throughout the entire book. 

Storytime for Grownups - Listen now!

#jane eyre #charlotte bronte #literary podcast #book podcast

[guess-ill-dye]

Can u tell us more about yourself?

Like not just your name, age and stuff like that

Tell us some random things about you that makes you yourself

Omg I love getting ask tysm anon <333!!!

Ok ammm idk let me seee

Okok

• I am Portuguese and angolan ( and I live in Portugal :] ) anddd my native language is Portuguese, so English is my second language, even tho I think I speak pretty good :>

• I want to be a doctor one day! I am split between obstetrics and psychiatry but I have quite some time, so no biggie

• Cats are my favourite animal! I love them they're so cute and one day I aspire to be the cool aunt with tons of cats and dogs (within the legal limit in my country [yes there is one, does your country have one? I wanna know haha])

• I am very short. For my age I am prettyyyyyy short so yeah. Sadly for me, my friends sometimes make joke about my height, but I find most of them funny too so they're not offensive ig :)

• I LOVE HARRY POTTER, I go to school every day ( I only don't in the summer bcs my parents don't let me ;[ ) with my Gryfindoor scarf, so yeah I love HARRY POTTAH ( also " No need to call me sir, professor." Was THE best burn)

• I have rlly curly hair ( since my mom is African and all that) and it's pretty ik but omg it takes soo much work 😭

• I only got into Tumblr bcs of Pinterest. I saw like dozens of posts from Tumblr and was like "THAT SO FUNNY!" so I migrated here and I love it tysm Tumblr, people like anon make this app so so so great <33333333333

• I am aroace! ( I think, I am still figuring myself out rn)

• I LOVE Taekwondo ( a cool Korean Martial art) and I would like to keep doing it for fun and ho to tournaments and stuff!!! ( rn I am doing tennis butt it's because my mom made me do it :[ )

• My favourite colour is blue! Or green! Idk rlly, I but those are definitely one of them!

• I am very shy irl :/, to the point that when I changed schools it literally took me 3 MONTHS to talk to someone ( funny because now I struggle to be a like fair amount of time with all of my friends/friend groups lol ) instead of reading. Which brings me to the point-

• I LOVE READING and I have always loved it, I read "The little prince" when I was 6, and I rlly have read 100s of book ( maybe idk ) since then, to the point I am struggling to find new good books rn 😭.

• I love studio ghibi movies, and I am sooo excited to see them all AAAA :33

• I am quite smart I think ( am I bragging? I don't mean to haha sorry)

• I apologise. A lot.

• I am rlly gullible 😭 I just trust people to much and sometimes I don't trust them at all???? Idk my brain is weird lol

• I AM WRITING A BOOK!!! I love writing, since I am a pretty imaginative person, and I also write a bit of poetry that I would definitely post here if it was in English, but I can only write decent things in Portuguese :( but if any Portuguese speakers and readers want to see some of my poetry just ask, I am quite proud of some of them :33

• I live drawing to!! I am having a complete block, so I am rlly frustrated 😭 but it'll pass eventually I think :D

I think that is it and WOW is this a long post, imma end it here!

Again TYSM ANON, I love getting this questions, if you wanna know something about me ( not in a creepy way please ) ask! I am an open book!

#guess-ill-dye #asks #tysm <3 #tysm anon! #anon ask #send me asks #:D #me #thats litterally me #know me #!!! <3 #it's funny because it's true #i love everyone #<3 #tysm for the ask! #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah #i miss my cat #:d #me me me me me #?? i guess #who even am i #questions #aroace #aromantic #asexual #OMG I AM SO HAPPY #my day was being awfull #till now #tysm #<33333333

[quodekash]

OKAY WHAT WAS THAT (this is code for: ive just finished episode 2 of boss and a babe and now its time for my commentary bc i cant keep my thoughts to myself and i deeply apologise for it) 

“three and zo, my gaming teammates, have the same kind of love you have” I FREAKING KNEW IT OMG 

and FINALLY OMG IVE WAITED SO LONG TO SEE DRAKE SATTABUT LAEDEKE’S FACE ON MY SCREEN AND THAT DAY IS FINALLY HERE 

it’s always so abrupt and weird to hear people speaking english in this show. i dont like english as a language. please stop speaking it. either drake or force (genuinely cant tell because the english is so jarring to hear) literally says “oh my god man” and my brain is very confused 

oh how i have missed seeing this man’s absurdly thick eyebrows that i cherish so dearly 

THREE AND ZO ARE TOO CUTE 

THREE CALLING ZO TINY??? 

THREE SAYING SO CAN ONLY CARRY ONE THING AND IT’S HIS HEART 

ZO FEEDING THREE 

THEM FONDING OVER EACH OTHER 

THEM BEING UNASHAMED AND ADORABLE EVEN IN FRONT OF FORMAL BOSS MAN 

ah shoot theyre becoming soundwin 

aoi is so iconic. “since the boss isn’t here, you guys must help me record a tiktok video” i love her 

ALSO ALL OF CHER’S ENCOURAGEMENT THROUGHOUT THE EP AND HIS LOVE OF LOVE AND HIS ANTI-HOMOPHOBIA-NESS AND HIS EVERYTHING IS JUST SO GBGHBHTB I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

HE SMILES??? HE KNOWS HOW TO DO THAT??? 

“i have no friends, im antisocial, and im gay” lmao same. well, actually not same. same about the gay part. not the rest of it

“do you need more than a hug?” sirs we are tWO EPISODES IN-- 

uM??? 

AND THEYRE JUST GONNA GO FOR IT AGAIN? ALRIGHT SURE THAT’S FINE I GUESS 

you know what, these two really didnt beat around the bush like tinn and gun did. tinngun couldve kissed 67 times and they only did in the last episode. and only twice. and one of those times barely counted. these two just went straight (well, gay) for it and honestly? good for them. 

still not entirely sure how to feel about how its not at all a professional relationship and also what exactly is the age gap here and also there’s the problem with that power imbalance they have but im ignoring all of that for now and hoping they resolve it later 

but my main takeaway from the episode: THREEZO IS CANON AND IM SO FREAKING HAPPY ABOUT IT 

and i didnt at all process anything in that preview of ep3 other than the fact that we’re gonna get a threezo cheek kiss and that thought alone is gonna carry me through this week 

#threezo (or is it zothree?) are literally becoming soundwin but for this show and i gotta stop doing this #hyperfixating on the side couple and still caring about the main couple but nowhere near as much as the side couple? yup. its happening #literally my first thought as soon as i found out three and zo were canonically together was 'they could give me ideas on how soundwin #would act in the future around their friends' just cos both parties are a couple in a group and the group knows but theyre not gonna like #make out in front of their friends but theyll still be disgustingly cute and feel safe and happy and comfortable and i nEED HELP #its fine tho im fine #imma go to bed now cos im tired and doing stuff tmro #a boss and a babe #forcebook #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #threezo #zothree #drake sattabut #drake sattabut laedeke

[amariss-613]

재등장, bts | scene 07: thoughts

{resurfaced, bts}

summary: the biggest group in the world has their scandal resurface as the former female member the world thought was done become the best new artist of the year at the grammys.

face claim: yeri of red velvet

original is on archive of our own: amariss_0613, and wattpad: amariss_amaryllis, just decided to publish it on here~

this story mentions non-consensual things and includes some mentions of drugs, depression, and sasaengs.

. . .

scene 07: thoughts

chapter summary: "is it wrong that i want to see them, and hope that there doing okay without me? is it wrong that i regret so much of what happened?"

bold w/ italic- english

normal- korean

playing: imysm | mark tuan

imysm | 2022

|no ones pov|

"let's do it."

"what the hell do you mean "let's do it"? you were literally having a breakdown over just catching a glimpse at y/n, and now you want to suddenly see her?!" yoongi sneered, pushing his way to taehyung. "i have to agree, taehyung-ah-"

"i know that we still love her." taehyung mumbled, "even though she ended the relationship with us, we still didn't stop loving her."

all of the members stayed silent.

this was the best that they could do for her, right? she suffered so much after everything went down. deep down, taehyung knew that he and the rest of the members really wanted to see y/n.

this was the closest they were going to get in the past 4 years.

"alright then-" namjoon broke the silence, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the organizer.

"sir, we'll do it."

|y/n's pov|

"are you like 100% sure they had no problem with it?"

"yes, i'm sure y/n. if you are not sure yourself, we could always ask another artist." the organizer added, yet i wasn't so sure that he was 100% being truthful. they couldn't have agreed right away, they would have had to have a conversation about it first.

"no, it's alright. please let them know that we'll start rehearsing in about 10 minutes." i smiled, as the organizer left the room to take my message to the boys.

that's when it really hit me.

i was gonna have to actually talk with them. we would have to act like we had nothing going on between us in the past and that we were just collabing for the first time ever.

"what the hell am i going to do." i finally sighed, falling down to the couch behind me, and throwing my arm over my face. "listen y/n, although you might disagree with me, i think you should go ahead with it. if you just suddenly cancel, it's gonna be obvious that you want nothing to do with them." soo-ah explained, sitting next to me. "but that's the problem, i don't want them to think that. is it wrong that i want to see them, and hope that there doing okay without me? is it wrong that i regret so much of what happened?" i mumbled, sitting up, noticing that kwan was taking a seat on the other side of me.

"soo-ah's right. this is your only chance, if you want, to fix things with them." kwan commented, going on his phone. "alright, i'll do it. thank you guys." thanking soo-ah and kwan, i made my way to the mirror to check myself out...

i want to look at least somewhat presentable, and not like my life was worse after leaving the group.

|hoseok's pov|

"alright, she's coming in about 5 minutes." namjoon, informed us after speaking with the organizer.

"ughh, we're so unprepared for this!!!" i bellowed, leaning onto jungkook. "i didn't even wear makeup today." jin cried as if he needed it. "hyung, you're handsome, you don't need makeup." jungkook grumbled, trying to hold my weight even though i was lighter than him. "yahh! he's a good one!" jin laughed, pointing to jungkook. "oh my god, you really are a bunch of children." yoongi sighed, looking away from the pair. "aw, but you still love us hyung, no matter what." jimin giggles, grabbing yoongi's hand.

"let's go." yoongi grunted, dragging jimin away with him to the edge of the stage, sitting down. "well i guess they're ready to see y/n." taehyung sighed, staring at the two talking. I made my way to taehyung, grabbed his face, and gave him a peck on the lips. "ah, hyung don't do that," he whined, grabbing both of my hands and swinging them while blushing, "we're in public." he continued, whispering. "just wait till we're alone at the hotel." i whispered back, smirking at him. "jin-hyung! hobi-hyung is being pervy!"

"hoseok, save it for the hotel! you'll make tae horny!" by now, i was full-on wheezing. "HEY! STOP! WE'RE IN PUBLIC!" taehyung yelled, making everyone in the room stare at us...

including the pair of eyes that made me stop what i was doing.

|y/n pov|

"alright, i'm ready to go," i said, standing up from my seat next to soo-ah. "good luck girl! go show them the bad bitch y/n we know!" soo-ah cheered, throwing her hands in the air. "yes! i'll be back soon unnie!"

making my way backstage, i could already hear their voices, and although i couldn't make out what they were saying, they sounded like they were bickering with each other.

"thankfully, most of the people here aren't korean. i can hear their dialects from here." kwan sighed, "yeah. honestly, i don't know how i survived living with them for 7 years." i laughed, "sometimes i really mistake you for my little brother, you act just like him! he used to complain whenever they would use their dialects, especially jungkook!" I unconsciously locked our arms together without thinking. "just admit it, you love hearing their voices." kwan rolled his eyes, but flinched when I made contact with him.

"Oh, sorry! i sometimes do that without thinking!" I embarrassingly exclaimed, throwing my hands up. "no, it's fine, really. I know I'm the only close sibling figure here in america with you." he said, now looping his arm with mine. i smiled, thinking about what he said before. "yeah, i do love their voices."

i thought more about what kwan said, and he was right. my brother was in korea as a trainee, so it was hard leaving him. when i met kwan after signing with pnation, i thought he was the most serious kid i would ever meet, but i was wrong. we started getting even closer when he and soo-an moved to america with me. maybe it was because he's younger than me or because he's my bodyguard, but kwan is like a little brother to me, no matter what.

although the staff around me were mostly korean and didn't understand english that much, I and kwan still continued our english conversation.

"wait, what song are you doing again?" he asked, pushing some curtains from our path. "killing me, i think it's the perfect song for my first ever performance in public," i responded, not noticing that we were on the stage and i could hear the boys conversation even more clearly now.

"jin-hyung! hobi-hyung is being pervy!"

"hoseok, save it for the hotel! you'll make tae horny!"

"HEY! STOP! WE'RE IN PUBLIC!"

just what type of conversation were they having?! did they forget that they have korean staff with them?

by the time i could see them, i stopped in my tracks. taehyung, hobi, and jin seemed to be talking about something..., yoongi and jimin were on the end of the other side of the stage chatting, and namjoon and jungkook looked to be stretching.

hoseok suddenly turned around, and that's when i knew,

this was going to be a lot harder than i thought.

. . .

they have finally met!

or at least hobi has noticed her... still, I can't wait for the next chapter, it's definitely going to be an emotional rollercoaster for y/n and the boys. also, hobi being a lil flirty??? we love that boi so much 🥺

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

updates are every month, or at least I try!

#bangtan #bts poly #bts x reader #kpop

[gizmo1022]

KPTS Episode by Episode word vomit

HEAVY SPOILERS

Episode 1 Aka 

Meet cute? Starring a hot bartender and Mafia boss.

Kinn is a dangerous cocky cutie. And Porsche OMG that open shirt and the CHARM of this boy like sir how dare you and your perfect face @ me like that.

Poor Big this is gonna be a life-altering injury you don't even know but cool action sequence and Kinn is cool as hell.

Yes, Porsche rescue the handsome rich guy you never met from weapon-wielding thugs it’ll open up so many new avenues for you.

Uh peeing in bottles is kinda ew but also kinda cool how he then used it as a weapon…that’s gross-out damage on top of glass breaking,

getting scammed at the pawnshop is a mood, 

shitty uncles, 

cute little bros, 

the first rule of fight club, 

and wtf never go to a second location Porsche! Not that you had much choice but this is how you get murdered, 

Kidnapping the sassy boy, 

fighting dirty…I mean seriously crotch shots and biting?!, 

blackmail-ish lots going on here.

But now Porsche is gonna have a newfound family.

Episode 2 Aka 

secondhand embarrassment galore, 

Porsche stop. Be a good bodyguard please!,

bodyguards are butlers i guess?,

rich snobs, 

point 1 for Kinn for that wasabi drink OMG, 

Just call him William “Porsche” Tell, 

fire hazard-Porsche, 

getting choked by your boss, 

mixing up the rich snobby kid with the help, 

SO many work blunders makes we wonder why anyone thought he was a so amazing and would be a good bodyguard, 

Kinns type is NOT beautiful lady assassin dumbass he's gay, 

drunk on the job and in Kinns arms…this will be a thing huh,

the poor fish, 

Tankhun is magnificent,

 new boss is fun but Kinn is Hotand Hot for you so weigh your options and get your life straight my disaster bi boy.

Episode 3 Aka 

Porsche's training montage, 

Tankhun's STYLE, 

Soap operas versus porn with friends - the debate,

biglittle brother Kinn takes care of Khun, 

Kinns so gay Porsche how are you this dumb, 

Porsches first kill, 

Kinn hates seeing his future baby so upset over being a thug/murderer, 

OMG they're doing the injury care thing, 

Kinn you've got it bad already omg, 

Kinn showing he can be fun too and brings his stlyish rich pals out, 

bonding at the bar, 

WTF Arm that striptease with the drink what happened???,

 KP first kiss cute but kinda dubcon,

Use of music here was great though, 

drunk Porsche can be soooo cute omg he blew the dirt off Kinns hand, 

seconds ago! You slay me sir.

This show gets a plus over9000 for production value and wow KinnPorsche can ACT.

Episode 4 Aka 

Say what you mean dumbass don’t just skirt around shit!, 

kissmiss-understandings, 

OMG the herbal spirits poor Kinn was so confused, 

Spa day and ofc Kinn is magnetically and magically drawn to Porsche's location, 

faceplant faint, 

Pale lipped Porsche at DISNEYLAAAAAND, 

Pete youre too cute, 

Vegas meal showdown and wow that dramatic music, 

No Vegas you cant have Porsche Kinn…er…Tankhun says no lol. 

Auction wth are those glowy crystal ball things???, 

Vegas speaking English again,

Yes Tae he's a hearthob keep telling Kinn so he gets his head out of his ass, 

Also Tae that hair and outfit is smashing,

Porsche drugged by shitty bartender, 

Vegas playing games at the auction, 

noncon with Vegas thankgod it didnt go far,

dubcon with Kinn…but beautifully shot at least, 

drugged Porsche is cute but handsy and bratty…

and listen…Kinn is trying SOOO hard and he’s SOOO tortured but he still shouldn't have done that.

 Be the bigger man asshole.

Episode 5 Aka 

THE AFTERMATH, Porsche you’re literally breaking my heart man you need to talk to somebody,

Kinn take responsibility and say the words! 

What you did to Porsche was wrong and skirting around it wont make it go away!

shut your Korn mouth, 

unfair punishment made me very uncomfortable, 

Perth and Nodt how do you do it??? Be so bad when youre IRL so good, 

although Big is still my love, 

trauma-porsche, 

the bathroom scene was so well done and edited but it broke my heart, 

friendPete giving advice and getting Porsche out of his shell, 

Nope your love life is now very decidedly stuck on THE ONE boys,

No more nameless bedwarmers (or alley warmers???)

dumbKinn is dumb and contradicts himself constantly, 

He’s so jealous but in this cae he’s right about Vegas that fucker,

Vegas drugs and assaults Porsche and has the nerve to hide behind anonymity and be this fakesweet good guyn to him

DumbKinn is also TryingKinn thanks to his dumb heart and Petes advice, 

Lol Jom and Tem ordering Kinn around and insulting him unknowingly had me dying,

and KP are kidnapped again,

That back of the truck chained fight scene was awesome!! Like the coordination and everything i had to watch it over and over and in slowmo,

Poor Big crashed and blames himself now its ok baby i love you.

Episode 6 Aka 

WHEN YOURE LOST DONT WANDER OFF STAY PUT EVERYONE KNOWS THIS, 

ok maybe hide a little because guys are after you but like you knew Chan etc were close so why wander a million miles away, 

but yes wander off so you can have a cute romantic camping trip handcuffed to your crush thats good,

 best episode by far i’m in love and will watch this on my deathbed

Their entire relationship journey redone and sped up in one episode

Start with antagonistic petty squabbles and posturing,

Becsome cute fighting and friendship/helping each other out,

Throw in some deep talks about life, childhood, fears, and dreams…ya know the big stuff,

Teaching eachother skills….well mostly Porsche teaching…and also teasing/flirting,

WTF Porsche with your damn lighter you asshole Kinn should be allowed to smack him for that one.

Random kisses and touches thrown in like theyre (mostly Kinn) trying to fight their love but just cant help it sometimes when their guard is down….like nope cant kiss him except uhoh i did it whoops lets just stop wth

Poor Apo was shivering in that waterfall guys that hug/kiss was lifesaving for body warmth,

Skull freaked Porsche out hes so cute,

Asleep inside the truck and Kinn’s content smile KILLED me thatw as the cutest everrrrr,

Also Kinn’s freaked face when he (stupidly) believed Porsche was poisoned by the fruit was SO cute and concerned,

Also Porsche is right Kinn’s smiles are fantastic and make him SO cute and handsome, 

Moody serious kinn is dangerously sexy but smiling Kinn is cute and fun feeling,

Porsche is always cute. Or sexy. Or BEAUTIFUL that man’s is just gorgeous,

Ok so whyyyyyy did Kinn wait so long to take the cuffs off after the knife was introduced???! 

You really gonna be like “it helped us bond”...your lives were in danger and what?

YES YES YES APOLOGIZE for THAT NIGHT! Be specific YES. 

We love you but that was dubcon/noncon squicky and then you didnt talk and instead punished Porsche and played with his feelings and blamed him

(ok Porsche should never drink anything even water on the job he cant be trusted obv)

...but still dude he was traumatized and you made it worse and you took advantage and if he said he coulnt forgive you hed be in his rights.

Porsche is a brat and dramatic have i mentioned? But the scissors thing was sweet.

I guess the handcuffs and knowing how to get out of the ravine was payback for the lighter???

OMG your love is stunning Kinn…you’d let Porsche go and lie to everyone about it because you love his happiness more than even taking care of your own heart. 

The actual definition of “if you lovehim let him go”,

That KISS was jawdroppingly perfect and now theyre both on the same page about their love finally but then Porsche LEAVES,

Kinn’s little tantrum after was so sad/cute I may have listened to him kicking dirt and swearing a few hundred times. 

And Porsche comes to the rescue only to need saving…like who bodyguards the bodyguard???obv his love interest/person HES supposed to protect.

Sir its his job tot ake the bullets youre making Chan and Big and Porsches life difficult again.

Episode 7 Aka 

obligatory mafia missions and nice action sequences

Hey its Pete from the title song! 

Vegas being a buttface playing with Porsche to amuse himself and throw shit in Kinns face because he just can.

Kinn made an error letting his interest in Porsche be so obvious to Vegas…its a vulnerability to exploit and Porsche gets caught in the crossfire as an innocent casualty to their family drama peacocking bs.

But seriously WHEN did Vegas CLOCK that interest? Because it feels like he always knew….

Kinns pining and jealous ofc and he shows up at the minor fam house just to see Porsche and beg him to come back to him!, 

lots of innuendo with guns and wow they’re such BOYS,

noncon again dude Vegas was gross and not smooth at all with that spill, 

Pete are you team KinnPorsche already?? No because youre surprised in episode 9  when Arm brings it up….so why spy on Vegas and Porsche...did Kinn put you up to it???

someone keep porsche from drinking forever please, 

jealous Kinn being even dumber than his usual dumb. 

but i mean his drunk bf was shirtless in the bathroom with another guy after Pete said theyd basically been flirting, 

can't blame him from being paranoid there but still dude chill, 

BEAUTIFULLY shot romantic handjobs…but handjobs as an I’m sorry for not trusting you and slutshaming you nonetheless.

OKAY THIS SCENE I WATCHED SO MANY TIMES PORSCHE”S FACE IS SO GORGEOUS AND I LOVE HOW SMILEY AND CUTE KINN GETS DURING…

Like dude is really being himself and enjoying it not just physically but EMOTIONALLY,

Like you don’t see that shit when hes with boytoys that genuine.

"Episode 8 Aka 

sneaking around honeymoon period,

Ah to wake up in the arms of your most beloved one in a fucking mansion skyscraper thing with automtaic blinds and room service Porsche youve finally made it.

THE BREAD AD omg Porsche

Like I hate crumbs in my bed….but that was cute and funny.

How are you so fooled Pete you're smarter than that and yet also the innuendo in Porsches line makes up for the denseness of Petes thought process…unless its an act?

Doubted.  

footsie scene why are they pointing guns at the celing and the noises were hilarious

Also Kinn what do you mean whya are they stopping you slammed your hands on the table how are you not caught in the act yet youre not subtle!

smexiness proving they CAN do it all…lovemaking, bratty casual…and now FUCKING.

the CUTEST date…Porsche really researched how to date for this,

The pictures were toothrottingly weets and Porsche was so serious about getting everything right while Kinn was just relaxed and happy to be with him wow

and then it's nearly ruined by a ghostly sighting of a turd, 

Thankfully beautiful lights, music and an underwater kiss saves the day.

How the hell did that guard not hear or see them getting into that pool….the splash….the echo….guard needs to be vetted better.

poor baby scaredy cat Porsche gets booted from movie night,

Only after dropkicking pol ofc.

Tawan is bad nope dont want him.

Episode 9 

Aka No go away i don't like Tawan, 

naughty couch scene, 

at least Tankhun and Big have brains and distrust Tawan,

jealous Porsche for once also distrust him but for diff reasons methinks, 

bless your heart Pete that entrance was the amazing and how can you sleep through THEM what are your dreams gonn be like?,

Ugh ofc Tawan tries to live up to the old Republican motto…accuse others of what you yourself are doing to take the heat off you.

I KNOW KINN DOESNT REALLY CHOOSE TO BELIEVE TAWAN OVER PORSCHE BUT THE TIME BETWEEN THE FRAMING AND THE REVEAL KILLS ME.

I cant watch them confront/take Porsche into custody i die if i try

I HATE these types of misunderstandings and secondhand embarrassments, 

mole reveal,

 KEN/Perth?! NO!

Episode 10 Aka 

FU Tawan, 

and Porsche please stop trusting Vegas you dummy god so lucky youre cute, 

why must my babies fight? No Pete and Porsche you cant!, 

Kinn just tell him the truth and to TRUST YOU! Don’t just drop your gun and let him go hes walking into a viper pit moron,

more kidnapping but this time its the babyest baby, 

bare-armed Kim amd Big parkouring there way to rescue the Kittisawat bros, 

dumb plan Vegas and super dumb Tawan don't you know Vegas is a dick and a player.

 NO BIG NO!!!!!! BIGGGG!!!!! And like…his words show how loyal and devoted he was to Kinn boy oh boy Ken being the mole wouldve really upset him. I LOVE YOU and you WILL be avenged but apparently theres no funeral and only one like two more brief mentions of you, 

asscheeks in the BTS, 

Chay is big mad at his best brother and i guess i cant blame him, 

mole removal including his head, 

What's in the booooxxxx???!,

never trust the barbie doll even though Perth is perfect IRL

bed scene from trailer is gorgeous but also funny and gross….why are boys like that?

"Episode 11 Aka 

Kinns confession was adorable, 

But it puts Porsche in the principal's office, 

Bodygurads aka team KP vindicated, 

VegasPete getting weird and frisky,

IMO if thats your thing fine but idc it squicks me, 

KimChay reveal and breakup thing

Poor Tankhun doesnt know the bomb he just dropped on that little spark of sunshines life.

Episode 12 Aka 

Chaybaby takes heartbreak hard, 

don't let dumb boys make you fall apart and skip out on your dreams, 

though Porsche dropping Chay off was SUPER cute, 

jealous Porsche couldve been handled better like ngl it was kinda awkward, 

can't believe they spied on the boss wth that was too OOC, 

but i'm glad they talked it out and Kinn is really growing up and being BETTER, 

Korn is a lying liar who lies and also hes shit, 

More VegasPete but better-ish…still stockholm, 

RIP Hedgehog my new Fave Character lol, 

Supportive BF Kinn and NOW malewife bread advertisement Kinn???!, 

But he can't cook, 

ALSO I'm sorry but ewwwwww bugs, 

Sonic haired Chay going darkside so Kimm to the rescue?, 

Korn being even more evil, 

old man scapegoat and he was gonna just let Porsche possibly kill him??? 

Yeah that wouldve gone over well…like if Porsche kills the guy and one episode late finds out it was a lie and Korn used the old man to disguise his own actions???, 

Proud BF Kinn wants to startover and my heart is aflutter, 

shit uncle is back with a doozy of a tale and the plot thickens into real crazy soap opera type conspiracy land.

Episode 13 Aka 

Abusive Kan making me feel bad for Vegas, 

also vegas can cook wow, 

Korn is EVIL I HATE him, 

Kinn is reaaaaally growing…trying to communicate and be honest, 

willing to side with porsche and learning when Porsche is holding back just by watching him and waiting for Porsche to be honest and open up to him.

Kinns sooo good now,

Porsche I know it's a tough subject but try to meet him halfway cuz he’s NOT Korn. He's your soul so trust him, 

although Porsche tried to tell Kinn about his doubts once and Chan interrupted, 

not Chan's FAULT but still, 

try again don't drop it and hide, 

Vegas lashing out at Pete after being abused…like stop misdirecting your feelings,

and FINALLY Petes missing Status is taken seriously Tankhun is the only one with brains in tis dumb family, 

Yes Pete tell him off bcuz You're NOT a pet or his dman therapist,

Pete is his own savior, 

Pete Tom Sawyers his funeral and scares the shit outta everyone especially Porsche,

burning money AND the FUCKEN ATM lmao,

Kinn looked SO hot in the funeral scene though omg that shirt and his pecs,

 Pete protecting Vegas from the avenging BFF Porsche except Porsche is no dummy and he’ll get some retribution anyways, 

Kim's got it bad now but pretty music often comes from pain, 

Porsche punches Vegas but still trusts him with shit wth TRUST KINN, 

KiinPorsche before the graves confessing but LOL that introduction…my boss…Porsche is a brat now and forever.

KP confessing to each other properly for the first time in a pool, THE POOL SCENE! And it was way more sweet and emotional than we thought ",

Episode 14 Aka 

FU Korn I don't buy your bullshit, 

Kinn is sooo conflicted but he'll side with Porsche if push came to shove i know it, 

omg the soap opera-iness of this family wth, 

Liar faker coward Korn can't take the consequences of his own actions stop faking it you shithead and die for real, 

love the 3 brothers bonding though, and Kim comforting his big bros. 

Tankhun just being soft and Kinn trying to keep it together for him with all the pressure on his shoulders and hes also sad, 

so baby Kim is a good nong, 

boss kinn can be kinda scary omg…lile…he just shoots dissenters in the meeting like its fucken nothing, 

also WTF is Kan wearing to this rebellion????, 

Chan is king…and…NOOO CHAN NO NOT AGAIN!, 

Vegas speaking english always gets me,

bodyguard batallion but man they lost sight of Kinn fast and Pol got hit but hes ok.

battle husbands spinning around and groping like is a ballroom dance, love t

he FREEFALL english version playing in the fight scene, 

Kinn freaked about losing Porsche more thanabout the gun in his face baby your heart is GLOWING, 

Arms robots to rescue with flare and pizazz, 

Erikaaaa!, 

Like the Vegas Pete thing here and I AM glad he lived but he needs some seriour redeeming to actually get me to like him and them together, 

Pete you're perfect ofc, I hate uncle and Korn idc who did it they both suck, 

also mama are you for real right now? faking it? idk if i trust mama,

wth is going on, 

soap operas again, Porsche as boss in the green suit is fine,

 no longer bodyguard dating but mob boss dating, 

i wanna be on that boat, 

kinn makes drinks with his heart, 

kim pouring his heart out in song and Chay crying, 

Lovely ending but cmon history is written by the victors said by the victorious shithead Korn hes obv still a lying piece of garbage", 

Sidestory Episode 

Aka post camping adventure hospital scene, 

Tankhun you jerk don't you see how sad youre making Porsche, 

lol Pete trying to quiet him, 

And Kinn wakes to the sound of Vegas creepily hitting on his boy, GO and take the flowers with you lol, 

OMG Kinn is so smart scaring Porsche with ghost stories bcuz like Porsche is such a cute scaredy cat, 

CUDDLES! YES. Even though Kinn is hurt he wants to hold Porsche.

#KinnPorsche the series #spoilers #kpts spoilers #word vomit

[ladyjuquia]

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[chaosnightmare]

psychosis is literally batshit i'm acknowledging what seems to be an old timey radio voice speaking a version of english i don't understand and can't make out coming from every wall of this bathroom and also the vent like. okay sir you can talk about whatever that is but i need to put my pad in so try not to look at me at least. he's not real babygirl nothing that makes speech sounds is anywhere near this bathroom. your sister is sick and its driving you bonkers PLEASE go sit down

#ratthink

[fuck-you-im-the-president]

erm..sir

If you wanna even consider being re-elected next time you wanna ruin this country then you gotta remember to

1. DONT be homophobic/transphobic like how does that even work man you’re married to a man you’re gay just face it

And 2. Don’t be xenophobic? Please, this is coming from another Mexican person man have some respect ):

Lemme guess, you can’t handle any cilantro on your tacos huh? Too spicy? Typical for a middle aged “I know everything” egotistical white man.

Smh

-⭐️

1.) literally kill yourself. it's not gay if he's not technically a guy :/

2.) I'm literally not xenophobic. I'm just saying it's annoying when he speaks Spanish and when he doesn't know some stuff in English. or when he constantly cooks Spanish shit. ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

FUCK YOU. CILANTRO ISN'T SPICY KYS. I AM NOT MIDDLE AGED. I WILL LIVE A VERY LONG LIFE.

#as a trans person I want to strangle c!Schlatt #also very funny how canon he dies like in a year or sum #“I will live a very long life” smh #tell that to your heart attack :/ #dsmp jschlatt #dsmp schlatt #rp blog #roleplay #manburg #dsmp quackity #pumpkin duo #pumpkinduo #tw: transphobia #tw: homophobia #tw: xenophobia

[1971sisred]

Kilgrave x Original male Character

Jessica Jone | Can we get together in the rain? [ Kilgrave x female reader ]

Type : PG

Retraction : Zebediah Killgrave/Original female Character

Language : EG

Warning : Delusion of Nonexistence,PTSD,Numbing,Idiots in Love

Talking : English not my first language and I am not writer.I don't know anything. I wrote it during a mental breakdown and it was literally nothing. Kilgrave is a bit of a nice guy. I'm disgusted by it but I need it.Enjoy reading

In the dream I was running, hearing the sound of the wind in my ears. The nose smells the wind. The meadow sways The sun shone brightly in the sky, but my skin didn't feel hot at all. I saw my own eyes widening. Lips opened wide to breathe in air. My heart beats like I've never felt before. The emotion that is truly communicated in the word "freedom"

But finally I woke up. Two hands reaching for a pillow to embrace. Snuggled into a small bed Dom smells the scent of fabric softener to calm himself. I felt as if I had lost my senses. Sometimes I think that I don't exist. Maybe I'll disappear Maybe I'm just a spectator or maybe I'm the only truth Whatever the reason, I feel like I can only hold on to one thing. I am impermanent, ephemeral, and unreal.If I were to explain, it would take a long time or I might not be able to form even a single beautiful word.

"Do you hate me?"

"What do you mean by the word hate? Really delusional."

Maybe.

Maybe I'm really delusional like you said.

"I've felt this for a long time."

"I feel like I'm not being real."

"What the hell is going on with you?"

"What are you upset about?"

The young man could only cover up his laughter with expressionless eyes. Even though his lips curved into a joyful smile, in reality his soul was still depressed.

"I feel like Satan has taken me down."

"So I've become your personal psychiatrist?"

"yes"

"Then can't you just give it to me?"

"..."

"Can you give it to me?"

"...no"

"Sir, I just want you to listen to me."

"Like you want Jessica to listen to you."

"Can you please listen to me?"

"Please."

"...Um"

The other man shook his head but his throat and let out a grunt in response. The interlocutor's smile curved upwards, matching the other's expression of unwillingness.

"Can you say yes to me?"

If it rains

Can we get together in the rain?

"What"

"Forgot it."

"Stop being such a nuisance. Speak up."

"If it rains."

"Can we get together in the rain?"

"Huh?”

"Yes..."

"Come out in the rain with me."

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes, maybe."

"I like you, sir. Stay in the rain with me."

“Sorry, but I'm not gay. And this suit is too expensive to go out in the rain.”

“I didn't ask for much at all. Can you get out of the rain with me?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Sir."

"Stop"

"Yes..."

His calm face turned back to the road again. The body leans forward. Good nerves are aware of the faint smell of rain. The other person who saw this could only frown. Kiss your mouth and let out a long sigh. Stand up and walk away until your body is barely above the bus stop.

"Just this one time."

"Thank you, Kilgrave."

I used to be afraid of the rainy season because I was stuck in the rain with the person who broke my heart. But now even if you reject me I wouldn't be afraid anymore. I just felt like it was worth it and nothing could be more important than this moment for the first time in my life.

"Love you, Kilgrave."

"Shut your mouth."

Maybe the rainy season

Maybe it's not that bad after all.