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kilistina · 1 year

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hiii just wanted to say i love ur posts so much. ur so good at writing pls never stop😫 i just finished reading punk 57 and the whole “tell me something true” line has me in a CHOKEHOLD. pls pls pls write about assholery being cold and distant with y/n out of nowhere even though they’re friends. can the reader be fem and have bunny as a nickname too? it’s been on my miiind and i just know you’ll write it to perfection <33

i fucking ADORE this suggestion sm. whoever you are, message me pls bc i wanna rack your brain for more lmao

lmk if you wanna be tagged in part 2 when—if—it comes out <3 i hope y’all enjoy this part though bc it’s truly one of my favourites so far.

i recommend listening to these two songs while reading: wet dream - wetleg, desire - meg myers

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dirty dancing. pt1

word count: 4.4k-ish

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. brief coke mention—in passing, includes fem! reader n harry styles, bold ass language, kinda slow burn but not really, some sexy dancing ig n aaaangst. enjoy my whores <3

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Things have been weird with Harry for a while now. You’re not exactly sure how or why the rift even started, but it did. And it’s only been getting worse.

You’ve been friends for what—two years now? Never too close, but close enough to be able to communicate about any issues you’ve had with each other. You and Harry don’t really argue, he’s not the confrontational type. Not with you, anyway. And not when he’s sober.

You aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation either. When things get too heated or overwhelming, you cry. It embarrasses you—being unable to handle your emotions. You know that you’re only human, and you’d never judge someone else for crying in the middle of an argument, but because it’s you, because you know yourself so well, you judge yourself over it. Weird pattern, but hey, it’s real.

Right now, you’re out at a bar with your friends—the same group you’ve been hanging around since high school. Mitch and Sarah have been highschool sweethearts for as long as you can remember, they’re like the parents of the group. The cool parents. The parents everyone secretly wishes they could have. Niall and Lewis are attached at the hip, too—platonically. Been best friends since the day they met.

You’re the closest with Niall since you’ve been living with him through college, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You have other girlfriends but they’re not as close to you as Niall and Sarah are. Sarah’s like a diamond you’ve always loved. They all are. They’ve always been by your side when you needed them—Harry included. You got lucky, sure. Not everybody has the luxury of picking the good ones before college and life gets in the way.

The bar is slowly coming to life. People who came for a meal are leaving, and people in the mood for a night of drinking and dancing are all piling in. You’re excited. It’s been way too long since you’ve let loose. You’ve been too stumped with work and college lately, you’ve barely had any time to breathe without someone breathing right there with you. And of course, you enjoy the company of others. But when you have to be sober for it all? Eh.

Harry’s similar to you in that sense. He loves socialising. Absolutely adores it. He’s an extrovert. But after weeks of constant company, he gets burnt out. The only thing that helps toughen the blow is alcohol. Or coke, but he’s stopped that for a while now.

You prop your elbows up on the edge of the bar and lean against it, looking around for the bartender. He has his back to you, mixing someone else’s drink. You clear your throat and he turns his head to the side, catching sight of you and nodding his head to let you know he’ll be a moment. You nod back and wait, turning to face your friends.

“Anyone wanna shot with me?” You arch a brow at your five friends, and they all smirk and nod their heads. Harry included. “We all good for a vodka?”

Everyone nods a second time in response, and you turn back to face the bartender.

“What can I do for you, gorgeous?” He shoots you a warm smile.

“Five shots of vodka, please.” You smile back at him and he nods.

“Straight?”

“No, gay,” You murmur a witty reply and he laughs, beginning to fill five shot glasses for you. You swear you can hear Harry coughing back a laugh from behind you too, but you don’t pay him any attention.

You double tap your phone’s off switch, activating the apple pay, and you hold it up to pay for your drinks.

“No need, beautiful,” The bartender holds his hand up, “This round’s on me.”

You shrug, exhaling dramatically, “I won’t try and convince you to let me pay.”

“I wouldn’t let you try.” The attractive bartender plays along, smirking at you.

You mouth a quick thank you to him and he gives you one final wink before turning his attention to the small group of girls next to you, catering to them now. You grab the shot glasses off the counter and hand them out to everyone, and you all hold them up and clink them together before downing them in seconds.

“Fuck,” Sarah sticks her tongue out as if that’s going to help the taste in her mouth, “Never gets easier does it?”

“Doesn’t need to,” Niall grins proudly, setting his shot glass down on the counter, “You’re just weak.”

“Yeah we fuckin’ get it, you’re an Irish heavyweight. We should all bow down at your feet, you’re a king and we’re peasants who can’t handle a measly shot.” Lewis rolls his eyes and pretends to worship him.

Niall frowns in confusion, “Who you calling a heavyweight?”

Harry snorts at the two men bickering. They’re like two peas in a pod, and typically, people who are so close tend to argue every now and then.

The group has that dynamic. Sarah and Mitch, Niall and Lewis, you and Harry? You’re not sure if you and Harry count. You’re not as close as the others. You wouldn’t call him a best friend. A friend, yes. A good friend? That’s pushing it, but still, yes. A best friend? No.

It’s not that you wouldn’t like to be closer. You’ve just never really been given the chance. Harry’s always kept a safe distance from you. You’ve hardly ever spent time alone, always speaking and engaging with each other the most when others are around to witness it. Sure, a part of you wishes that Harry would pay you more attention, but the other part of you doesn’t think he deserves it. If he wanted to, he would, right?

“And aren’t you Irish too?” Niall questions Lewis, continuing on with their unserious bickering.

“Yeah like a third,” Lewis shrugs, “From my dad’s side, but you already knew th—stop deflecting. Y/N, tell him to stop deflecting from how much of a cock he is.” He points towards you and tries to get you involved.

You giggle and shrug your shoulders, “You are a bit of a cock sometimes, Ni.”

“Both of you can suck me, honestly. I’m fuckin’ great.” Niall flicks his hair dramatically and you and Lewis snicker.

“I’m with Niall,” Harry lightly nudges Niall’s chest with his elbow, joining in on the joke, “Both of you can suck him.”

“You fucking weirdos,” Mitch shakes his head at the lot of you, not surprised in the slightest by your antics, “Miss Jones and I are gonna go dance, you lot can either keep bickering or come join us. Choice is yours.”

With that, they both head for the dance floor together, holding their hands in the air and laughing.

“I’m joining those twats,” Lewis gestures to them, looking at the rest of you, “You three game?”

Niall nods, “Course. Harry, Y/N?”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” You nod towards the bar, “I feel like some more drinks.”

Everyone’s attention shifts to Harry. He clears his throat as he thinks for a moment, “Yeah, me too. Be there in a bit.”

Lewis and Niall both nod at Harry and beeline for the dance floor, already beginning to bicker again on the way. You giggle at the sight of them and shake your head, turning to face the bar again. Harry joins you, standing by your side. Neither of you look at each other, you keep your eyes in front of you at the neat array of liquor set along the counter.

“Nice night, don’t you think?” You break the awkward silence threatening to form between the two of you.

You catch sight of Harry nodding his head, “Always a nice night with this lot.”

Dry as fuck. You might not be close with Harry, but you aren’t stupid. You know the way he speaks to people, you’ve seen it. Harry could have an hour long conversation with a tree. But with you, it seems like a fucking chore.

You want to scoff. You want to scoff at how fucking childish Harry’s acting with you. Why can’t he look at you or have a normal conversation with you?

You sigh, not wanting to overreact over such a minor reply and ruin the night for yourself. Although Harry seems to be doing a decent job of that himself.

“Can’t argue with that.” You murmur.

“Mhm.” Harry murmurs and you wait a beat for him to say something else, anything else.

He doesn’t.

That’s it.

“I feel like I don’t know you.” Your words spill out before you can stop them.

Harry’s taken by surprise. He turns to face you. Now he’s looking, at least. “Sorry?”

“I feel like I don’t know you.” You sigh, repeating yourself.

“What is there to know?” He furrows his eyebrows at you, gesturing to the bartender that he wants a glass of something.

“You tell me, Harry Styles.”

He sighs, running a hand through his curly hair, “Y/N, what are you trying to get at here?”

You shrug, “I dunno, I feel like I click with everyone else. I’ve got a connection with everyone, H. Everyone but you.” Your words come out harsher than you intended. You’d feel a little guilty if they weren’t true. But they are.

“That was unnecessary.” Harry murmurs so quietly that you almost don’t hear him.

“You asked me a question and I answered it.” You stand your ground, sick of Harry’s half-assed efforts to conversing with you. You’re a catch, your friendship is amazing, and you’re great to talk to. What the hell is Harry’s problem?

He laughs, scoffing at you in disbelief, “Fuck, you’re such a bitch sometimes.”

You almost choke on your own saliva, “Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me, Y/N. I called you a bitch. Because that’s what you are half the time when shit doesn’t go your way.” Harry doesn’t know where this is all coming from, but it’s coming.

He doesn’t mean it, obviously. He’d never mean that. He doesn’t think you’re a bitch. Again, never. But he’s angry. He’s angry and you’re angry and you’re both speaking without thinking it through properly and you’re both making an absolute mess of the situation and each other—

“What the fuck?” You stare at Harry in shock, your eyes wide with disgust.

He’s confused by your offended reaction, “What, are you surprised or something? Come on, Bunny. You know better than that.”

“You don’t have to be such an ass,” You scold him, “We used to get along. We used to be closer. We’ve never been as close as the others but at least we used to speak. At least I was able to walk into a room knowing you were there and look forward to it.”

His face relaxes at your words. He knows you mean well. You’ve both been hotheaded for a moment but now you seem to be calming down. You’re bringing your point across well and he can’t fault you for it.

“But what now? What fuckin’ now, H? You never speak to me when we’re alone, and then when you finally do, it’s this. It’s an attack on my character. Does this shit get you off or something?”

Never mind.

Harry scoffs at your sudden change in tone, feeling agitated again, “Fuck you.”

You slam your hand on the counter, “Fuck you, Harry!”

He glares at you as you continue scolding him, “What the hell are we even doing here? Go spend time with your actual friends.”

“Hey, wait a second. What?” He leans his head to the side in confusion, not knowing what you mean, “We’ve known each other for years, Bunny.”

“I don’t know a single thing about you.” You point out, making him roll his eyes. “Don’t roll your—“

“Where’s my favourite place to eat?” Harry cuts you off with a question. A question that you know the answer to.

 “That’s not—”

“Where do I go when I’m upset?” Again, another question you can answer.

“Harry—”

“How did I get the scar on my chin?” That’s a special question. You gave it to him the day you met.

You sigh, knowing where he’s going with this. He’s not understanding what you’re trying to tell him and it infuriates you.

You tap the tips of your fingers on the countertop, feeling anxious, “That’s not what I—”

“You do know me, Y/N. we don’t need to speak every two seconds or braid each other’s hair to know each other well.”

Your eyes begin to prick with tears. That isn’t what you meant and he knows that.

“That’s not what I meant.” You lower your voice as it threatens to crack.

“Then what did you mean, Bunny?” He crosses his arms and stares at you, waiting on an explanation.

You groan, throwing your head in your hands.

The truth is, you can explain. You can explain everything you’re feeling well. But is that going to get you anywhere right now? Maybe. Maybe not. You have a better idea.

“Do you consider me a friend?”

Harry’s face drops. You can tell that he’s upset and borderline offended that you’re even asking that question.

Of course you’re friends. You’ve been friends for years. He adores you. Why can’t you see that he adores you?

“Bunny..” He takes a step towards you, and you take one back.

“Do you?” You insist on getting a solid answer.

“Of course I consider you a fr—”

“Don’t lie.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m not—”

“Tell me something real, Harry. Please. God, please just tell me something that isn’t base level for once,” You beg, “Tell me something true.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. He’s taken back. He wasn’t expecting that from you at all.

He stays silent.

“You can’t, can you?” You scoff at him, not knowing why you expected anything to come from this conversation. You should’ve known better than to be hopeful about how things were going to go with Harry..because it’s Harry, “I don’t know why I thought you’d—“

“I still smoke cigarettes.” Harry cuts you off, blurting out an admission. He tenses his jaw in realisation—he’s just as shocked as you are.

Oh.

Your eyes widen at his confesion. Harry’s been gloating to everyone about how he so easily quit smoking three months ago. You’re all so proud of him, considering how difficult it is to quit something cold turkey the way he did. The rest of you haven’t been able to shake the bad habit. Apparently, neither has he.

“You do?” You question.

He nods, “Less. But I do.”

“Why?”

He almost smiles at your question, “Why do I smoke?”

“Why did you lie about it?”

He sighs, looking down as he answers you, “Everyone’s got something, right? Sarah and Mitch have their relationship, Niall has his singing, Lewis has his stand-up every Friday, you have your double degree. I just wanted something that everyone could be proud of. Felt like something small like that would’ve been manageable to keep hidden from everyone.”

You frown, “Harry..”

“No,” He shakes his head, refusing to let you feel sorry for him, “No. Seriously, no. We’re not about to do pity. That’s not what we do with each other.”

“Okay,” You clear your throat and agree to let it go, grabbing a now filled shot glass and handing it over to him, “Drink?”

He smirks at you, silently thanking you as he reaches forward and takes the shot glass from you.

“Sorry for calling you a bitch.” He murmurs, offering you a small, sincere smile.

You give him one back, “Sorry for being one.”

His small smile turns into a grin.

“To the truth.” You hold your glass up to cheers his with.

“To the fuckin’ truth.”

You both down your shots and tap them down on the counter to gesture for the bartender to refill them. He complies and neither of you waste a second to down the next ones. Over and over, shot after shot, you continue to drink until you’re buzzed.

You’re both good at handling your liquor, and you know how much you can take. By the time you’re done with your shots, you’re over the moon. Buzzed and aware. Aware of what you feel, aware of where you are, aware of who you’re with. Aware.

Harry leans down, his face dangerously close to yours. He’s never been this close, you don’t think. You’ve never seen his face so clearly, you’ve never seen his chest tattoos so well, his necklace dangling, his—

“Should we go dance with the others now, you think?” He speaks into your ear and you feel your stomach beginning to erupt with nerves.

“Yeah,” You inhale sharply, nodding, “Sure.”

Harry grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd, keeping a hold of you even when you reach where your friends are. The contact is strange but you welcome it, liking the new barrier that’s being broken between the two of you.

Over the years, you’ve noticed how touchy he can get when he’s under the influence, so you have an idea of what you’re getting into. You like being on the receiving end for once. You could get used to this side of Harry. You like being his friend. His real friend.

Once you get to where the others are, you quickly gauge what they’re all doing. Mitch and Sarah are in their own little world as usual, dancing together as if it’s their wedding night. Niall’s dancing with a random girl he’s probably going home with later tonight and Lewis is making a fool of himself in the middle of them. Ah, friendship. You love to see it.

“Nice song, yeah?” Harry leans over to your ear, speaking over the music. The song playing is one of your all time favourites—Wet Dream by WetLeg.

Anyone who knows you, knows the way you feel about this song. It’s become tradition to play it everytime you carpool. A fine tradition, you think.

“Oh, the best.” You start bopping your head to the beat of the song, singing along with the lyrics you know and love.

“I was in your wet dream driving in my caaar, saw you at the side of the road, there’s no one else around you’re touching yourself, touching yourself—“ You start yelling out the words along with everyone else on the dance floor, shaking your head side to side and dramatising every word. Harry watches you and smirks, letting you have your moment.

“You said—“

You’re about to keep singing the next part when he beats you to it, “Baby do you want to come home with me? I got Buffalo ‘66 on dvd!”

You let out a surprised laugh at the fact that Harry even knows the words to the song, loving that you’re seeing this side to him. You’d never expect to have something as simple as loving a song like this in common, but here you are.

Beam me up—beam me up!

Count me in—count me in!

Three, two, one—three, two, one!

Let's begin!

The song continues and you realise that you’ve both been staring at each other for a good ten seconds in silence, just taking in the sight of each other. Harry really is beautiful. The way his hair hangs perfectly below his shoulders. The way his dimples show at the smallest hint of a smile. The way his eyes burn into yours. You never want to see anything else. Just him. Just Harry.

“I was in your wet dream, driving in my caaaar!” Harry’s voice breaks you out of your daydream, and you laugh as he grabs your hands, dancing with you to the beat of the song.

“What makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself?” You continue the song and he pretends to be shocked, acting out the song with you.

“You climb onto the bonnet and you’re licking the windscreen! I’ve never seen anything so obscene!” You both sing the next part together, leaning in close to each other’s faces and practically screaming with the biggest smiles on your faces, “It’s enough! To make a girl blush! It’s enough! It’s enough to make a girl blush!”

The rest of the song plays and you both continue to scream out every word, making the most of the moment you’re having and hoping it never ends. Neither of you are sure what’s going on but neither of you are complaining. You’re both witnessing a new side to each other and you’re enjoying it. Perhaps you were made to be best friends like the others. Maybe it was meant to happen like this.

The song eventually comes to an end and you both let out a deep sigh, catching your breath for a moment as another random song plays.

Harry looks down at you with parted lips, “Nice singing, Bunny.”

“Could say the same to you, H.” You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The move is natural and you don’t put too much thought into it. Neither does Harry.

His hands find their way to your waist and you both sway in time with the music, singing the lyrics into each other’s faces and having the time of your lives.

“I haven’t had sex in 5 months!” His voice is just loud enough for you to hear over the music.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What?”

He leans closer to your face, “I said—I said I haven’t had—”

“No I—I heard you H,” You chuckle, “I’m just a little—”

“Surprised? Yeah me too.” He grins at you, suddenly seeming to be completely comfortable with you in a way you never expected, “I stole that chocolate bar from you last week by the way, it wasn’t Niall.”

You laugh for a moment at his strange confessions until you process what he just told you, “Wait that was you?”

 “Loud ‘n proud, bunny.” He grins proudly.

“You—you fucker!” You gasp, playfully hitting his chest with one of your hands, keeping the other where it was around his neck.

 He chuckles, playing along, “Did you forget what I just—”

“Shut up!”

You both laugh, continuing to move your bodies together.

“What about you? Tell me something true.”

You purse your lips together, trying to come up with something to tell Harry. There’s a million things you could tell him, but you want to catch him off guard. You want to see an honest, raw reaction from him.

“I think you’re really pretty.” You finally say, shrugging your shoulders.

Harry raises his eyebrows at you, unsure if you’re being serious. “Pretty?”

You nod.

He tilts his head for a moment, “Weird choice of words.”

“I don’t think so,” You smile at him, “You’re a pretty boy.”

He smiles back, “You’re a pretty bunny.”

“We’re pretty.”

“We are.”

You both smile at each other and share a brief moment. A moment of what—you’re not sure. Two friends being supportive of each other? Two friends suddenly becoming closer and making the most of it? Two friends two friends two friends—

The next song begins playing and your heart begins to pace more. Desire, Meg Myers.

The two of you exchange a look, knowing that you won’t move together to this song the same way you have been for the others.

You know that you won’t be singing along with this one. You’d rather feel it. Feel Harry.

You move your hands away from around Harry’s neck, and he keeps his on your waist, holding you close. You move your hands down and place them over his, feeling electric all of a sudden.

Baby, I wanna fuck you

I wanna feel you in my bones

The song is loud and the coloured lights are flashing red. The atmosphere has changed—not only in the bar and on the dance floor, but between you and Harry. The way he’s looking at you is different. The way you’re looking at him is different. The way he’s touching you is different. The way you’re touching him is different.

I’m gonna tear into your soul

You begin to sway your hips to the beat of the song, holding your eyes over Harry’s. Neither of you dare to look away. You wouldn’t dream of it.

How do you want me?

You begin to turn your body in time with the music, turning your back to Harry. He leans his head down, resting his head on your shoulder and keeping his hands by your waist as you continue to move against each other. You feel a surge of confidence—you’re not sure if it’s the song, if it’s the alcohol, if it’s Harry’s random confessions, if it’s the feelings you’ve been suppressing from him for years—but it’s here. It’s here and you’re about to make the most of it.

Yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth

Boy, I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue

I’m gonna kill you

You lean your ass back, moving it against Harry’s crotch. He sucks in a breath, and the only way you know it is because you feel his teeth graze the skin of your bare shoulder. Your eyes close at the feeling and you grow bolder, moving the same way a second time.

He tightens his grip on your waist. You can feel the bulge of his cock against your ass and you can only imagine how much it’s straining against the band of his jenas. You almost pity him. Almost.

I wanna feel you

I want it all

I wanna feel you

I want it all

You continue moving against Harry, enjoying his little reactions to your touch. To the way you feel. He begins trailing kisses down your neck, applying pressure and sucking on your skin. You still. You can’t focus on anything but the way his lips feel against you.

What’s going on between you both? What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck has it taken so long? Why couldn’t it happen sooner?

So many questions.

“Bunny,” Harry groans against your shoulder, placing one last kiss to your neck before moving his mouth to your ear, “Tell me something true.”

You know exactly what you want to say. Again, there’s so much you want to tell him. You want to tell him how good he feels against you, how much you love the way he moves his body against yours. You want to tell him that you feel the connection now. You want to tell him that you know he can feel it too. There’s so much to say, but you settle for the most simple thing. The most important one.

“I want you.”

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aaahhhh!!! i’m sososo proud of this one. idk why but this shot has a special place in my heart. the smut will be included in the second part. and believe me, it’s gonna be SMUT. i’m such a whore for angst n this friendship trope is just chef’s kiss.

anyway enough chat. i hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 if you liked what you read then please reblog n comment. feel free to suggest ideas for new posts too.

have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe, always <3

- k

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angelvyxen · 2 years

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Do you believe the stuff with the igotnfts girl?

[Long post ahead + this will be a post & delete]

Let me preface this by saying, no hate to this girl. To me, she seems very young. More likely than not she’s some young fan girl that likes the attention.

Now, that girl is playing y’all like spades, and (some of) y’all are eating it this shit up. All of her posts proving that she’s the side chick, don’t prove anything.

1. The text messages are seedy for 2 reasons:

A. Melo types in all lowercase letters, apart from when he’s yelling. Look through his Instagram & Twitter, he has his phone set to disable uppercase because even his ‘i’’s don’t get corrected to capital I’s. So off rip, the texts don’t make sense because why would he specifically go out of his way to use proper capitalization when ‘speaking’ to her? Further than that, why would he send texts, especially informal ones, with proper capitalization when for years he’s only typed in all lowercase across all other platforms?

B. Everything is scratched out, potential dates included. If she wants recognition as the side chick so bad, why cross out things that could help you link yourself to him? If you’re in Charlotte, show that he texted you on dates where he was also in the city.

Also, I have a STRONG feeling those crossed out messages are her asking a friend to fake a text to her so she can screenshot it. It’s not hard to fake a text, hell you can even text YOURSELF and delete what you don’t need. That’s what I do when I need to make a text thread when writing a story. It’s not far fetched to ask someone “hey text me this real quick”

2. The infamous Twitter recognition doesn’t mean that he knows her. He said (I’m paraphrasing here because the tweet is since deleted) “You’re only following 6 people and I’m one of them, I thought we were supposed to be buddies.” He’s not confirming that he knows this girl in any way. If he had said ‘I thought we were supposed to be buddies’ and left it at that, then you can start to question, but the fact that he emphasized that he was one of the 6 people she followed should tell y’all enough to know he meant “You don’t like me but you’re watching my every move?” He just said it in a nice/goofy way. The only reason you all think it was in good faith is because he used laughing emojis.

If something along the lines of “I thought we were cool” was said, then that would confirm at the very least, that they’ve had some kind of conversation.

3. Her posting flowers doesn’t mean they’re from Melo. There was no card with a message that we could interpret to be him. Hell, those might not even be her flowers, for all we know they could be a picture of flowers she took at somebodies funeral and had saved up. Now, if Ana had posted the same flowers, then maybe, maybe you could speculate. But even then that’s not much to grasp onto because again, most flower bouquets aren’t hard to find. Unless it’s one of those extravagant ones.

4. Her posting a picture of the Charlotte, don’t mean she in Charlotte. And before you all say “But the reverse imagine search—” reverse image searches don’t find anything if you take a screenshot from someone else’s Snapchat or Instagram story, it’s not difficult to find Charlotte natives on IG and take a picture from their page or story and pass it off as your own…which is what I’m assuming she did.

I tested it out. I took a screenshot from someone else’s snap, slapped it in reverse image search and surprise, surprise,

Nothing 😱! And I did this with MULTIPLE.

Now even if that’s her picture and she is in Charlotte, from what I’ve gathered, she don’t know this man & she’s certainly not here for him. I believe she said that she was in the city (allegedly) anyways for her family members birthday, so if the pictures she posted are indeed hers, then that’s why she’s here.

Last things last, don’t believe anything until there is concrete proof. I could take a video in Melos garage this weekend, post it, and say some cryptic shit that’s more believable, and would be in the blogs by the next morning. So somebody posting a couple pictures don’t mean anything.

Unless somebody shows a video of them together, a FaceTime screenRECORDING, or a screenRECORDING of texts with a voice note from him, or some kind of solid evidence that it is him, then these folks are lying to y’all. Enjoy your weekend. 🫠

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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The Sad | The Four Lords HCs

Bet, i was doing fine and then i just got sad out of nowhere, so fuck it, Fuck that, We’re profiting off the pain, bitches. I’ve done it before, and i’ll do it again

There’s actually a funny story there, but i’ll tell it another time

ANYWAY, HERE’S THE FOUR LORDS DEALING WITH A SAD READER

Taglist: @prismarts @blixeon @mxcheese @valentimmy @chrysanthykios @bethanysnow

Headcanons

ALCINA DIMITRESCU

Right, well, babe’s got three kids and a castle to run, so while she’s attentive as hell, it might take her a second to notice that you aren’t exactly vibing

Once she does?

It’s cuddles, all the way

This lady

Will just

Take you to bed

And hold you close

Run her hands (NOT CLAWS) through your hair

And tell you how much you mean to her

She will also tell you that you deserve good things!!

And she will provide you with good things

She calls for the finest wine, softest blankets, etc

Whatever it is that humans like, ig

You don’t really need any of it, of course

You just need her

Anyway, yeah

Y’all probably spend the rest of the day just

relaxing

And she fucking

Takes care of you

So well

We love to see it

DONNA BENEVIENTO

Donna

Well, she’s a bit more attentive

She has less to attend to, generally

So when you’re upsetti spaghetti, she’s on it

And this g i r l

She sews you things

Hugs you

Holds your hands

Asks what’s wrong

Gets the dolls to cool it on the constant teasing

She’s actually a bit bolder when you’re not feeling great

She’ll kiss your temples

Maybe kiss your neck

She’ll try to engage in conversation more often

And she might even take off her veil to make eye contact with you when she tells you that you mean the world to her, and if you need her, she will always be there

She’ll really just do anything it takes to cheer you up

Because she’s been there

Sadness is something she knows well

It’s actually one of the few social/interpersonal things that she has any knowledge of

Like, she actually has a general idea of what you need

She provides it

Because she doesn’t want you to feel what she felt

Or what she still feels

(sometimes)

SALVATORE MOREAU

Oh my god, this poor man does not know what to do

It already took him a hot minute to figure out that you were upset

So he already feels bad

But acknowledging it wasn’t enough

You’re still upset

And he doesn’t know how to fix itttttt

But he does his best

Holds ur hand

Brings you cool rocks

Idk

Eventually, he got the idea to ask you what would make you feel better

And after that, it got a lot easier

See, kids? Communication is key

But yeah, no, after that

Whenever you’re upset

He’ll just

Turn on some cheesy romcom

Get out some cheese

And just

Sit with you

And then if you want to talk about it, you know you’re free to do so

See, once he figures things out, he’s entirely accommodating and he takes excellent care of you

Whereas his brother...

KARL HEISENBERG

Boy, oh boy, if you thought Moreau didn’t know what to do

Heisenberg has no fucking clue how to handle sad people

He also takes the longest out of his siblings to figure out that something is wrong

I mean

He’s lived alone in his factory for so long, he doesn’t know how to people at all

So yeah, it’ll take a minute for him to realize you’re sad

Especially if you’re trying to hide it

Don’t try to hide it around him

Because he will not figure it out, and he won’t be able to help you at all

And he already has a hard time helping

see, Heisenberg is kind of in the same boat as Donna, since he’s been where you are

He’s felt that, and it sucked

But Heisenberg is also like

The opposite

Of Donna

He didn’t learn how to deal with his own sadness or misery, he just turned it into anger and rage

And he’s like

A little confused when you don’t do the same?

He just doesn’t see how or why you don’t want to be angry

Especially if someone has hurt you

But even if you’re just sad, he’s like

“Get angry?? At the circumstances??? Like a normal person????”

Even though it isn’t a normal person thing, it’s a him thing

And a me thing, but let’s not worry about that

Anyway

He might actually fight you on this one

He’s confused, and you’re irritated because he’s being a bit of a prick

But oh well

Eventually

As in, before you’re angry enough to not forgive him

he’ll figure it out

And after that he’s a little more accepting of it, and he’s the slightest bit better at handling it

He’s still bad at it

He does not know how feelings work

But he lets you know that you can talk about whatever’s bothering you if you want to

And he might even give you a hug

If you want one

But yeah, anyway

sads

#re8 x reader #resident evil 8 x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #Salvatore Moreau x reader #donna beneviento x reader #oh yeah i was gonna put the uh #the story of that time i turned pain to profit in the tags #but it didn't work so i guess ill just make that it's own post

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yeo-rims · 2 years

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the fact that they have to use the fat character as a plot device for some growth or whatever is so lame it’s like the 10th time druck misses the point so fcking badly it even makes me wonder if they actually care about what they’re trying to say. if it was any other series, not one that people go around saying it is informative and educational, maybe I wouldn’t be so upset. but just like their treatment of characters that aren’t skinny/white is so very telling. sam, who had no plot outside men, amira who simply had no plot in her own season, ava and the way she is treated by the narrative, how now lou is now a mean to an end and not a character, how finn has no lines whatsoever and how they managed to fck it up a season from a character that had so much potential and not because of a lame love triangle, but bc they were too weak to improve and instead they’re trying to do something that is palatable to their audience... like, i have a lot of complains about druck (see above), but the og seasons at least they were daring to do something new, have mia being an awful person and being called out for it, having the sa* scene not be about a man, the whole third season (outing scene aside), the scene when amira punches a girl, the other scene when amira throws a ball at a n*zi, fkng s5, man, the amount of care and consideration that went into nora’s diagnosis (being someone who’s studies that, i knew it since the beginning what she had bc they actually did a good job), fatou and kieu my being an interacial couple and none of them are white, just fatou learning she has a learning disability (which i still think she should’ve known prior and it would make the season more compelling), ava and fatou's bond.... like, i’m far from being a druck hater, i even went to another continent bc of them which is wild, but also the best experience of my life. but like s7 actually highlights everything that is wrong with the team behind it (either the writers, the company) and the fandom. it’s fine to disagree, but people in here are so disingenuous and mean and don’t realize how much they hurt others with their racism/fatphobia. i know those things are deeply rooted but how can y’all claim to be so woke and just act like this... it’s like a reflection, you know? this season is as bad as the fandom, bc the moment we showed them we actually care more about some random white boy named william than josh, the moment fatou’s season isn’t trending and people are more concerned about mailin... that’s when they just go the opposite direction. do i think this is tumbledotcomsfandom fault? not entirely, of course. it’s all over the yt, ig, tt... for once, i think we’re not even the worst part of it. but still, it’s very upsetting and so very sad to see something i love and care for so deeply to be reduced to people yelling about the white best friend, completely missing the point many marginalized people are making just bc yall don’t think the sht druck is doing can actually hurt the viewers. not to mention the complete disregard of one's gender. but this is long enough already.

#druck

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almostnugget · 3 years

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Here Lies...

Reggie x Ghost!Reader

It’s on an off day that you find Reggie on the beach, quieter—more mournful—than you’ve ever seen him. You propose an unusual solution.

Warnings: vague mentions and talk of death/dying, angst, talk about inadequate parents, etc. also the word ‘hell’ is written Once? (twice now ig)

A/N: y’all seemed into this idea so im Delivering. had the idea awhile ago when i read a few fics about reggie dying first and now I’ve actually...dOne something with it. so here! hope you enjoy!

Reggie was acting strange. You aren’t sure when you noticed, how you noticed, but he was. There was a certain quietness to him, something like that wasn't normal. You wanted to think nothing of it, but when you found the others in the studio without him, you couldn't help but wonder.

Alex and Luke seemed hesitant to tell you where he'd gone, as if they knew what you had already suspected and didn't want to tell you. Alex caved—despite Luke's protests.

It feels weird to be back at the beach, your hands laying stagnant at your side as you spot the familiar figure sitting in the sand.

Your better judgement tells you to leave. You never bothered to involve yourself like this before, there's no reason to do it now. Yet, you still walk over and settle down in the sand beside him.

Neither of you talk. You don’t know what to say if you wanted to, instead just absentmindedly pulling at the strings of your jeans and trying not to nervously bite at your nails.

You’re still looking out at the ocean, listening to the dull chatter of passersby and the crashing waves, when Reggie finally speaks.

"Did they tell you I died first?"

Your breath almost catches in your throat. Instead, you don’t reply, only sending him a quick glance. Nothing could quite articulate what went through your mind when he said that. It never quite occurred to you that one of the boys had to go first, and it never occurred to you that it would've been Reggie.

"In the ambulance," he continues, fiddling with his own hands. It's a nervous habit of his that you’ve noticed before, but only rarely seen. "I can still remember it." He lets out a shaky breath and you fight the urge to frown. "All of it."

When he doesn't speak again, you both fall back into silence. You’ve never been good at this. Comforting people isn't your forte, you can hardly comfort yourself. Hell, maybe Reggie doesn't even want that. He wanted to be alone, probably, and you forced your way here.

Your words fall out before you can stop them.

"I don't," you breathe, still looking out at the ocean as your eyes trail over the horizon. "I remember everything that led up to it. But I don’t actually remember how it...felt.” You instinctively wince as you remember the cold water against your skin, but you press on. “I remember some of the dark room, but then...I was just back on the beach.”

Reggie watches you and the way you continue to tug at the frayed strings of your jeans. You both fall into silence again. It's like neither of you really knows what to say, what you want to say, what you need to say.

You’re not sure when you speak up again, how long after, but you do. “Have...have you seen it? Your grave?" You ask tentatively, looking over at the ghost beside you. Reggie's looking forward when he shakes his head. You nod a little, biting your tongue before letting out a sigh. "I've seen mine."

That catches his attention as he looks over, his thoughtful expression switching to one of concern. "Y-you have?" You nod again. He stammers a little before blowing out a heavy sigh.

You push herself to your feet, Reggie watching as you does so. "Come on," you say finally, holding a hand out. Reggie's gaze flickers from you to you outstretched hand and there's a moment before he takes it, allowing you to pull him to his feet.

When you get to the cemetery, it's fortunately pretty empty. Reggie looks around apprehensively, but he still follows you as you walks. It's clear you’ve been here more than once.

Your pace slows, the pair of you coming to a stop in front of a grave at the end of a long row. The tombstone isn't particularly ornate, but it isn't overwhelmingly plain either.

"Tada," you say mirthlessly, removing your hands from your jacket pockets to gesture toward the rock. You go to move, before stopping. "Think it's disrespectful to step on your own grave?"

Reggie lets out a weak laugh that makes you feel marginally better about the entire ordeal. You smile sorrowfully before kneeling down in front of your own tombstone, ignoring the faint chill that runs down your spine when you do.

He notices that there isn't much on the stone to begin with as you trail your hand over the etchings: Y/N L/N. It's painfully simple, even more so by the muddied years below your name, worn at with time.

"That's all?" Reggie asks, a certain degree of hesitance to his voice. "No...quote?" You smile a little as you glance up at him.

"No quote," you confirm. "I was a foster kid, Reg. Not much to say when you get bounced around a lot." Your hand trails over your last name. "This is all I've got from my parents."

He swallows thickly, unsure what to say now. It feels like he has to apologize somehow. But you lean away from your tombstone and push yourself to stand, the ghost of a smile on your face.

"Don't feel bad, I've had a while to get used to it," you assure, shrugging a little. Reggie doesn't reply, but you can tell he's desperately trying to think of something to say. "Reg, it's okay," you repeat, stepping closer and setting your hands on his arms. Your hands eventually fall and you look out at the rest of the cemetery. "Do...do you wanna see yours?"

Reggie's eyes widen a little. "I-It's here?"

You nod, moving to stand beside him. You point out a grave several rows away, but he can see it—feel it—even from here. "I saw it the last time I was here," you admit, frowning a little. "Small world, huh?"

"Yeah," he says lowly. There's apprehension before he starts moving towards it, but he does nonetheless. You follow him. You try to create distance now and then, but he looks back at you every time you do like he doesn't want to be alone, so you stop.

When the two of you get to his grave, you almost wince as Reggie stares upon his very own tombstone. You can't remember dying, but you can remember seeing your grave. You imagine it feels similar.

Reggie kneels down in front of the tombstone, eyes carefully reading the engravings; Reginald Peters, 1978 - 1995, Loving Son. The grass is a little overgrown at the bottom, but it's all still legible.

He lets out a shaky breath, you carefully watching him in case this turns out to be a bad idea. Neither of you speak for what feels like a long while, but Reggie doesn't seem eager to leave, so you hope it's okay.

Biting your tongue, you look around before settling on an idea. "I'll be right back," you state, causing Reggie to look away from his tombstone. He can't even argue as you start to walk away, he can only watch with a frown. He wanted to be alone before, before all of this, but not now.

Fortunately, you do come back like you promised. Your hands are behind your back as Reggie glances up. You fidget uncomfortably before bending down and setting some flowers in front of the stone.

“It looked empty," you admit softly, shrugging a little when Reggie looks away from the flowers and back at you.

A faint smile tugs at his lips. "Where'd you get those?"

"There's a stall, nearby. I might've...stolen them," you confess, wrinkling your nose as Reggie lets out a laugh. Of course you did. The gesture won't be forgotten though. "Are you...okay?"

He looks back at the grave, wondering that himself. However, there's something cathartic about seeing his grave like this. It finalizes everything, sure, but it puts things in perspective.

Reggie stands up, you worriedly watching him. He doesn't speak, only moving back toward a nearby bench and taking a seat. You tentatively follow, settling beside him, your back pressed against the opposite arm as you cross your legs.

“Reggie?" You call softly. He doesn't think he's ever heard anyone say his name that softly. He looks over, taking in the expression on your face and the way your brows furrow. "I...I can leave you alone?"

Instead, he shakes his head. You frown a little, letting your hands fall into your lap as you continue to watch him and the way he looks out at the rest of the cemetery.

Reggie lets out a shaky breath. "It's okay," he finally says, you sitting up. He fights himself on his next words, but they come out regardless. "Good to know my parents cared enough to...you know," he gestures weakly to the tombstone.

"Oh, Reggie," you sigh, scooting closer until your knees brush against him. He looks over. "Just because your parents fought doesn't mean they didn't love you."

“Felt like it sometimes," he admits softly, you frowning further.

“I'm sorry you felt like that," you settle on, but it's clear you’re not done. "But them fighting? It's not your fault." He doesn't know how you know what to say next, but you do. "Dying wasn't either." He looks momentarily surprised, wondering how you could've possibly guessed. You shrug, as if continuing to read his mind. "It wasn't hard to guess."

"Yeah, Luke and Alex said that too," he responds with a sigh, shoulders falling as he lets his hand rest against the arm of the bench.

“I don't say this often, and I won't, but they're right." He looks back at you, noticing the serious look on your face. Neither of you are hardly ever serious, at least not like this. "It's really not your fault, any of it." There's a pause, neither one saying anything before you begin to smile. "I've got an idea," you say excitedly, hitting Reggie in the leg before getting to your feet.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Reggie asks quickly, furrowing his brows.

“I think you deserve a eulogy," you admit, with a deep breath.

Reggie's confusion furthers. "But...it's not my funeral?"

You let out a light laugh, stepping back towards his spot on the bench as he cranes his neck to look up at you. "But you are a ghost,” you whisper, leaning in close.

"Oh."

You step back and straighten up. "So! You'll be getting a eulogy by yours truly! This is a once-in-an-afterlifetime opportunity, so prepare yourself!"

Reggie can't help but smile now as he sits up, almost on the edge of his seat now. "I'm ready!"

“If this gives you an ego? I will be taking it all back," you warn him, but his smile doesn't falter. He only nods, bouncing his legs a little in excitement. You sigh, shaking your hands loose and clearing your throat. "Reginald Peters, better known as Reggie, was...an incredible person. He was, apparently, a loving son, but he was more than that."

You’re too busy trying to choose the proper words to even notice the way Reggie's face seems to soften as you speak.

"Reggie was talented. He could shred on the bass—"

"—and the banjo!"

You chuckle softly. "And the banjo. His country songs were pretty good too." Reggie watches the way you tug at your sleeves, a soft smile on his face. "More than that, he— he was one of the nicest and funniest people I've ever met. Anyone was lucky to meet him, but they were even luckier to have him in their life."

You carefully avoid his gaze, as if finding your own words too much, but Reggie can only continue to watch you with a fond expression that you don’t even notice.

"But, none of that really matters because Reginald Sinclair isn't someone you can ever forget. His memory and his soul will forever live on. ...Not just because he's currently a ghost in a band in LA or anything like that."

You both laugh a little as you finish, stepping back up to settle beside him on the bench. Your eyes cast back out toward the cemetery as you do, carefully missing the gaze Reggie fits you with.

"That would've been better if I actually wrote something, but—" you start, wrinkling your nose as you already begin to recall everything you said a moment ago.

"Thanks," Reggie cuts you off. When you look at him, you meet his eyes this time and you both seem to go quiet. You hadn't meant to sit so close, but now you can feel his breath on your face as your breath hitches.

"Yeah, well..." you trail off, voice barely above a whisper. Biting your tongue, you get to your feet before anything can happen—not that it would, of course. "So, do you wanna head back or...?"

"Wait! What about you?" He asks, shooting to his feet. Your brows furrow.

"What about me?"

“Your eulogy," he supplies and you’re quick to realize he's prepared to give you one. The thought alone makes your face heat up. Reggie saying nice things about you? You’re not sure you could handle it.

You shake your head. "No, no, we don't have to do any of that," you insist with a forced chuckle, ducking your head to walk past him.

He's quick to rush after you. "C'mon—"

"We can do it another time," you settle, nearing the exit of the cemetery. Your words slow Reggie in his tracks.

"Right, next time," he mutters, prompting you to turn back. He suddenly looks crestfallen and you waste no time in pressing toward him.

“Yeah, like we can come back?"

"Yeah..." Reggie trails off, your eyes falling to watch as he plays with his hands like he does when he's nervous.

“Reggie?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a sigh. "The guys and I— We have to cross over," he admits slowly, eyes carefully watching the ghost in front of him.

Your face seems to fall. "Oh."

The dots in your head seem to connect. No wonder he’d been feeling so particularly...low today, of all days. He hasn’t the time for much else.

"We don't want to!" Reggie says quickly, not wanting you to get any kind of wrong idea. "We really don't want to, but—"

“Caleb's stamp, right?" You ask, quirking a brow. "Wasn't just a stamp, was it?" Reggie frowns, shaking his head. "Yeah, I figured as much." You almost want to roll your eyes as you pivot on your heels to begin walking again.

“It's either that or join his house band for eternity or stop existing, so!" He adds on, hurrying after you. His shoulders fall. "Not like we can cross over."

“Why not?" You question after what feels like a long moment of silence. Reggie watches you and the way you choose to keep your eyes ahead instead of sparing him a glance.

"We might have to play at the Orpheum."

“Of course," you almost scoff, and it nearly makes Reggie wince. He assumes you’re mad at him or something akin to that, but you suddenly stop. "We'll figure something out," you then say, crossing your arms over chest and actually turning to look at him now.

“Are ghosts even allowed in the Orpheum?"

“Doesn't matter, you guys are gonna perform there one way or another. Better than not existing at all, right?" It's like that was supposed to be a joke as you force a smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. You then bump your shoulder against his in an attempt to dissipate the tension you inadvertently created.

You didn't mean to be upset, to make Reggie feel like you were mad at him, instead of for him—maybe for yourself too, as selfish as that sounds. But you can't ignore the tightness in you chest either when you think of losing someone you never even had. All you can do is push it down.

It's with that fading tightness that you start walking again, Reggie lingering back. He didn't want this to happen, any of it. He meant what he had said, they really didn't want to cross over. As you glance back, he knows it to be even more true.

You usher him to follow, your expression subtly softening, and it's with a deep breath that he follows after you.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie #reggie jatp #jatp reggie #reggie x reader #jatp reggie x reader #reggie jatp x reader #jatp x reader #julie and the phantoms x reader #jatp imagine #reggie peters #reggie peters x reader

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sputnikissweet · 3 years

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Thoughts on “Fate: The Winx Club Saga”

My last Winx related post got good feedback :)!! and i swear i’ll post more on other stuff but there are just some things i wanna get off my chest. this is also lengthy.. oops

also gifs aren’t mine!!!

let’s start off with characters

MUSA

Netflix, do y’all just hate Musa... Her powers are so downplayed. it’s utterly disappointing.

I understand that Musa is the emotional girl out of all of them but they took that and ran with it. I’m just not a big fan of the whole mind fairy thing because every fairy can connect to things that’s based on what kind of fairy they are.

she can do SO MUCH MORE. She can literally control sound waves.. She is Vanya Hargreeves in fairy form yet all she does now is feel others emotions.. cool.

Fairies (regardless of specialties) can also read aura’s and some can connect with their given specialities (Flora w plants) so a mind fairy serves no helpful purpose compared to the others?

STELLA

The reason Stella was popular was because despite being a spoiled princess, she was still the nicest and most welcoming person ever. She never used it against people. ( I mean the Solarians were literally so confused when they were reporting how Stella was evil during Valtor’s reign)

It felt more like Diaspro with Stella trendencies.

Stella was literally the one who convinced Bloom to go to Alfea and was so patient with her. She even had Bloom fake being her friend in the original just so she could attend alfea but this stella willingly put her life in danger.. FOR A BOY???

Yes Stella was a bit boy crazy but she wasn’t really serious with any of them except for Brandon so she would not have tried to kill Bloom for Sky. Who wrote that and for what??

That is not Queen Luna, that’s countess Cassandra 2 seasons early.

Why did they have to give her mom issues like Bloom? Her mom was her emotional support from the little bits we saw her? Her parents not giving her attention on top of upcoming issues with her dad would’ve been interesting enough.

Also the whole ring thing was a major thing and they just touched on it then never again, just don’t mention it then..?

A bit morbid but i think the whole blinding her best friend plot has potential.. hear me out... for her enchantix, especially when she can use the dust. But netflix if you include enchantix, please do not butcher it.. please.

She had such a sunny disposition and it was only ever her teasing that upset the girls at times but she was mostly at the core of each other their problems. She may look exactly how i pictured stella but she is the farthest thing from.

also stella getting her strength from anger? who is this?

AISHA

Please tell me how Aisha would be the teacher’s pet-

She’s the one who literally ran away from a marriage and was breaking all these princess streotypes- She’s very strong willed and would not have kissed ass to authority figures (except for mermaid guards of course)

AISHA WOULD NOT HAVE SNITCHED AND THAT GOES FOR ALL OF THEM I DO NOT CARE

her outfits weren’t bad though, i think she was the best dressed next to Beatrix.

TERRA

Why were they so rude to her-

I still wish she was a WOC because then her brother and dad would’ve been too so just a chance for more representation then netflix just turned a blind eye to

Where did her storyline go- We saw her being insecure in the first two(?) episodes and Musa saying Stella is everything she wants to be and then Riven and Dane just make fun of her for the rest of the episodes then Stella tries to compliment her? I feel like there was so much material to work with and make into a powerful arc or moment but they just swept it under the rug and pulled off something quick.

I like her character though, she’s a huge softie and a lot like her cousin, let’s not hate on her oo much cause Flora would not have condone it

BLOOM

Why is this Bloom so angsty

Actually OG Bloom was too but i feel like they tried making her so seem “mysterious” and if you’re mysterious, apparently you can’t be nicer?

I wish we saw her more vulnerable cause i liked that Bloom was such a badass but always cried HAHAH you know what i mean?

WHY WAS SHE DRESSED IN HER REGULAR CLOTHES WHEN HER WINGS APPEARED PLEASE AT LEAST GIVE HER SMT A BIT MORE FITTING FOR THE LITERAL “ANCIENT” TRANSFORMATION-

Disrespect Vanessa- No.

Okay i think there’s potential in the changeling thing but i think Mike originally finding her in a burning house and saving her is so heartwarming :((

this is related to bloom so i’ll keep it here... WHERE IS DAPHNE!!!

not gonna lie tho, the actress is exactly how i imagined bloom irl

bloomerang... i’ll leave this here.

OTHER CHARACTERS // MISC.

Rosalind and Dowling were two evil and eviler versions of Faragonda. Not even they were just split Albus Dumbledores and one is enough for all universes.

Beatrix is woke ig..? I like her style tho and the actress is pretty good. Also like how by the finale it’s kind of known that she’s a witch and not a fairy so ancestral witches storyline? I’m also not mad they made her one character, it fit better for the story they were going for.

BRING BACK CLOUD TOWER!! NOT ALL WITCHES ARE BITCHES (mainly mirta)

I know Riven is an ass but it was d r a g g e d. Like let’s lead this guy on! Oh and do drugs on campus! I’m 16 btw but let’s get drunk every other scene! Not to shame though.

I just don’t like Sam, he was boring to me and contributed nothing. sorry

Dane had potential to be a great self discovery story but no let’s make him fat shame Terra because that’ll be cute! no.

It’s just weird to think that Sky’s father abandoned him to raise a completely different child.. I don’t- yeah..

Kiko is- oh wait he wasn’t there.

Why are they on instagram? If anything, they would’ve probably had something wayyy more advanced.

Adding more fire fairies just lessened the stakes of Bloom’s whole reasoning for trying to master the powers of the dragon flame because she was the only one left so she had no choice but Fate makes it easier to argue that she was just being selfish when in WC, it had to be done.

I do like male fairies and female specialist, power! but i wish they kept the schools separate.

I know everyone says this but.. their outfits could’ve given us another Euphoria like moment and they wasted that opportunity. I mean seriously, you put Bloom in Brandy Melville?

SHIPS

I wish SkyxBloom was more slow burn and had more build up. It was reasonable but idk the pace still seemed a bit fast.

There should be no world where SkyxBloomxStella would exist. Not in this or any other worlds.

MusaxSam was just boring.

TerraxDane just no.

wheres nabu for aisha? actually, respectfully do not let the same people cast Nabu and Helia because i just don’t trust y’all-

RivenxBeatrix, eh follows the og plot but i wasn’t really a fan of it back then too.

RivenxDane, seems queerbaity? maybe it was intentionally set up that way for development but it rubs me off wrong.

#fate the winx saga #winx club #winx club aisha #winx club bloom #winx club stella #winx club musa #winx club flora #winx netflix #winx layla #winx #specialist #alfea #winx alfea #winx faragonda #winx sky

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omg 🥺 hii hiiii so like i wanna ramble as my #debut as 🎨 anon so here are just my general two cents abt pf? hehe

i know a lot of people try and empathise with meiko and how she needs help blah blah, but as my therapist used to say, sometimes it’s TRULY, GENUINELY not THAT deep; as you also confirmed that meiko’s dislike for us was something childish. it means that sometimes people are just assholes. period. it doesn’t have anything to do with their upbringing or nature. they could have the best childhood and a healthy environment with genuinely good people just as meiko is (with the boys even) but they are simply just ASSHOLES. and that’s ok!! bc not everyone needs to be 3 dimensional. like my therapist pointed out, making people seem like they have depth is only burdening yourself because sometimes there aren’t any deeper reason as to why these mfs do the things they do.

also with iwa, i liked that he was facing consequences for his actions and that he would be away from the house as tooru pointed out, managing the house sucked the life off of iwa so i think that it’s really good for him to distance himself away from that. also i notice that a lot of people blame him for his actions but let me just get one thing clear (or two depending on how y’all view it); understanding people’s drive towards their actions and understanding that you do NOT have to forgive those actions can go hand in hand. the logic that ‘jus cos someone’s abuse means they can be abusers’ being used on iwa is not cool. while his actions are definitely more effective than the rest of the housemates, he was still manipulated and tricked. ppl criticising the wrong thing just stinks of victim blaming to me and i dfw it ig?? but my point is, understanding those two and applying them CAN go hand in hand. iwa was shitty and there is not enough excuse nor reason to easily forgive him for that. and on the other hand, he was completely and utterly manipulated by someone he genuinely loved and cared about just like the rest of the boys but ig people are more inclined to forgive everyone else cos their actions was not as effective as iwa’s. i can assure u all 100% that even if it was bokuto who was manager, he would def be doing all the things iwa did. just like everyone else ignored it. they’re all complicit to our pain and suffering. they might not be directly involved with the managing but they were all very vocal with their agreement on our shitty treatment. LETS NOT FORGET OUR ROOTSSSSSS BABIES. anyways 😐 i ramble way too much aha nd these are not coherent enough cos it’s like 2 in de morning ... first day and im already annoying u hajsjsksjsk

bestie u are NOT annoying at all!!!!! i love hearing y’all ramble omg n that doesn’t change for u <333 mg brain isnt functioning rn BUT TY FOR SHARING ALL UR THOUGHTS <3343

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #palette anon

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fanfoolishness · 3 years

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Mandalorian live-blogging, chapter 12, the Siege!

What did the Client really want to do with Grogu? He didn’t exactly seem to be on good terms with Gideon.

Din: “I finally know where I’m taking you — away from my life but not from my heart *cryyyyyy*” — oh wait, was that not the one?

The very practiced way Din is asking Grogu to do complicated shipboard maintenance suggests this has absolutely happened how many times before?

Din is so expressive here! All his gestures! So much nodding! His “no!” Hands! Shit, maybe my storyline about Din teaching Grogu sign is being carried on right here.

This may be the longest amount of time Din Djarin has spent continuously talking in about a year. I love how Grogu brings it out of him. He’s clearly exasperated by the shitty ship, but endlessly patient with Grogu, and I love how his voice absolutely conveys both of those emotions simultaneously

The tender way he says “no no no” to Grogu is so gentle.

I also love his contentedly narrating to Grogu as a part of their daily routine

I could easily watch 20 minutes of that type of content every episode and try to include pure adorableness like that in just about every fic I write

Oh, Cara Dune... why are you such an enjoyable character played by such an obnoxious person? I’m glad Gina Carano is taking her nonsense elsewhere, especially since it was clear she’d had multiple warnings, multiple chances to educate herself, but damn, I am gonna miss Cara on screen lugging Din around like a rag doll, or just smashing people in the face. I really appreciated seeing a woman on screen with the physique and capability to be that effortlessly kickass.

Din Djarin, wearing a jetpack: scrambles off his shitty ramp with all the grace of a flying lobster

I love the dynamic of Greef and Cara and Din. I hope we at least get to see Greef again! Maybe he’ll be like “now that the town’s cleaned up, the Marshal’s moved on.” Also, since when do we have Marshal in Star Wars? I’ve seen how many SW movies how many times, and no such thing as local law enforcement, let alone local law enforcement with a Western flair? Then all of a sudden Mando S2 shows up with Cobb Vanth and Cara Dune and I’m wondering if it’s an actual legal position in the Outer Rim and like, a cultural title of Outer Rim humans on many worlds (because it sure as shit doesn’t sound like a title you’d take in the Core Worlds).

Anyway, Greef’s actual love and adoration of Grogu is the sweetest. Maybe he and Peli can start a Grogu fan club and be the founding auntie and uncle.

Still can’t believe I missed that statue of IG-11 until I saw it pointed out here on tumblr.

Just think of how this is probably the first time Din’s been around this many children since Sorgan. And Sorgan kids had it different, they had a world that loved and protected them, and a place they could freely be above ground, and so that was fine; and Din had thought the children of his covert, the foundlings, they were fine too. But then it turns out it wasn’t true, the foundlings weren’t safe, they were slaughtered. And this is Nevarro, a township that wasn’t Home, but was nonetheless home to his people; and he remembers a little school in their hidden, simple covert for the foundlings in their training helmets; and he’s both heartened and pained that this group of children, at least, are able to be schooled in a safe place.

Din trusts these people as much as he’s trusted any non-Mandalorians, and it’s a lot! He knows he can ask them for help with the ship, he knows they saved his life and Grogu’s. And yet still see how unsure he is to leave Grogu at the school! He knows they don’t mean harm, he sees how beautiful and well-used the school is, he knows it should be safe... but he still stares after Grogu, barely looking at Cara, wanting to follow him. “Wherever I go, he goes,” says Din desperately, barely bearing to trust that anyone else could keep the kid safe like he could.

I keep thinking I need to write a fic of him flying off to go get Grogu at the end, now that I’m rewatching it, perhaps now is the time!

I’d love to have some of these kids’ Star Wars hairstyles

Hey! The Maelstrom! I know that! You know Han Solo did the Kessel Run in under 12 parsecs? And I love correcting people when they think SW didn’t know what they were talking about? Parsecs ARE a unit of distance and that’s what Han meant because of the Maelstrom! He got dang freaking close to it! Anyway I’m just very excited because y’all do realize they built the Sun Crusher in the Maelstrom? Anyone here read those books?

Grogu is such a little shit! and he really did just say “Patu,” huh

I love Greef’s beard. I love it! Are we saying it enough? It’s great!

So is Nevarro basically an asteroid? Are they seriously flying to the other side of the planet for this? Maybe it’s tiny? How can Din fly over half a planet on a jetpack? Nevarro must be a galactic pebble.

I could watch Din just get in and out of vessels all day long

Din is just so excited to use the Phoenix and I love that he’s not that good at it but loves it anyway. “Hold tight”

Lava tide? The hell is this shit planet.

Din is not impressed by stormtroopers one little bit. I love him standing there all nonchalant.

Din is just sooooo shiny in this episode.

Cast it into the fire, Isildur!

Why do these bases never have guard rails for these giant drops

The Mythrol asked the same question 1.3 seconds later

Mythrol? Cracks of doom? Mithril??? A coincidence? Surely not

Greef I love your outfit so much

Yeaaaaaaah get those Snoke-looking bitches outta here

Din with a horrible sinking feeling... “I don’t like this...”

Din is heavily regretting letting this man live rn

Din must have been seeing. FUcking. RED

You know if they stop building their hallways with fucking COVER the stormtroopers won’t keep getting killed in them by enemy assailants with better weapons and aim

Din running to get his son <3

Cara SMASH and I love it

Din, you flew away over the LAVA? That is so badass. And I love his very clumsy superhero landing. And taking a running leap off the top of the lava flat

I love that Cara doesn’t quite get the whole kid thing, but totally supports Din in his love of fatherhood

Cara would be GREAT at driving the Mako

I do love how often environmental hazards take out scouttroopers on their speeder bikes. Like, no shit! You’re a human trying to go 300 miles an hour? Since when is our reaction time capable of that???

Dammit TIE fighters! They’re much more intimidating on a planet, actually. They pack a serious punch when you aren’t shooting ship-sized lasers back at them

Yes!!! The shitty little Razor Crest that could!

And Grogu’s excitement! He trusts Din so much now that it doesn’t even enter his mind they might be in danger. He just knows Din’s here, we’re gonna have fun, I trust him.

And think how much Grogu has grown since S1. He would have been hiding in the back with all of that excitement beforehand, not excited and waving his hands and giggling

Din is just... resigned to Grogu being sick. And he could clean Grogu up and go back to see Greef, but he just wants to make sure the kid’s okay... especially after what he’s just learned about Moff Gideon.

I do miss the slower pacing of S2. I would have liked another episode in between this and The Jedi where Din just sort of processes and deals with all of this new information.

Oh hurr hurr wait I write fanfic

I like that some of these Imps don’t have the Coruscanti accent. They’re just like... y’know, American.

Gideon is so childishly pleased by his Darktroopers, like get over yourself, dingus

If Favreau took this episode I wonder if that means he wanted to make sure all the mythology and shit is going according to plan. Or maybe I’ve just been watching too much X-Files. If Chris Carter wrote an ep, it was mythology ONLY, and that was it.

The end! Maybe I’ll write tomorrow :)

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian liveblog #mandalorian #mando #din djarin #Greef Karga #Cara dune #grogu #Nevarro #my mando meta

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pjohoo-memes · 3 years

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✨my personal opinions✨

notice how i didn’t say “unpopular” because some of these are popular and i wanted to speak on behalf of most people in this fandom for where these opinions came from, to those acting like they’re qUiRky by hating on something :)

1. percy is NOT overrated and NOT underrated, he’s perfectly fine where he is. i’ve seen multiple of you out there saying percy is overrated, but HE IS THE REASON WHY YOU LIKE PJO BETTER THAN HOO AND TOA - but yea fellow percy stans stop attacking people when they say their opinions- (ngl im kind of a hypocrite because i take these things PERSONALLYYY but i just don’t say them, keep mean words to yourself y’all)

2. octavian deserves each and every hate comment. are we just gonna ignore that he was a power hungry, emotionless dude who blackmailed hazel with some very sensitive topics?? sis go straight to the field of punishment, idc idc he’s just a little better than luke, no redemption arc possible

3. luke was NOT a hero. he deserves to go rot in tartarus for all i care- to all you (hopefully) nonexistent annal*ke shippers: bring me some bleach, i really need some

4. toa is overhated. apollo was annoying asf in the first book and i haven’t even read ToN but i’m looking for some character development- JASON DIDN’T DIE FOR NOTHING I HOPE-

5. jason is not bland, the fandom collectively just erased his entire backstory like hon i- also please stop comparing him and percy, jason is a different character :)

6. reyna joining the hunters was not thatttt ooc, she just pulled a bianca, but she will definitely leave sometime soon

7. theyna is a cute concept but PLEASE RESPECT THEIR SEXUALITIES STOP SHIPPING THEM THANKS

8. frazel is not that bad but the age gap was kinda sketch, they also aren’t sweet little cinammon rolls and they’re both super powerful and praetor goals so

9. all the gods are assholes except hephaestus and hestia. there, i said it.

10. i still hate perachel. they aren’t cute at all and they would never have lasted- y’all hating on aang (A 12 YEAR OLD AT THE TIME) for kissing katara without her consent while RACHEL LITERALLY DID THE SAME THING

11. pernico is a bit better but the fanart is making me barf- istg nico literally said he didn’t like percy anymore and they don’t even like each other that much

12. leo was an asshole to frank while frank was a justified asshole to leo.

13. i really don’t like liper preyna and lazel, they’re very weird and platonic

14. jeyna had potential, someone has to write a fic from reyna’s pov about jiper, lemme cry my eyes out

15. piper is soo overhated, did she not kill enough goddesses for you-

16. jiper is kinda sus because hera literally made it but they’re such a power couple. i applaud rick for the breakup tho (NOT JASON’S DEATH), that was super realistic and piper being an aphrodite kid really added to the meaning

17. SoN and the og trio is underrated!!

18. the “not my type” joke is the most bland and annoying joke in the history of jokes- percy just thought that nico hated him for the longest time and nico came out to them with that at the same time so

19. rachel is overhated and underrated

20. annabeth was a justified bitch and she’s my queen- y’all are attacking her for her abandonment issues from luke (f u btw) and her “toxicity” against rachel, i thought it was hilarious. i haven’t read the entire hp series but she’s better representation for girls so far compared to hermione!

21. percabeth is the best developed couple i’ve ever seen and they are so cute like CHILLS MY DUDE WITH THE FANFICS AND FANART- they aren’t too unrealistic tho, they went through their ups and downs. toxic is a whole different thing, they were never really toxic

22. i don’t really like a lot of the percabeth au fanfics like mine atm since they’re kinda boring at times but i still read them because i like seeing how people weave in character traits and events- you can literally predict the plot (rachel and luke are love interests, one of them gets hurt and yadayadayada) but there’s some plot twist which is always interesting tho

23. caleo isn’t toxic, cal just doesn’t have any social skills from being sTRANDED ON AN ISLAND FOR ETERNITY- it shouldn’t have existed since i want leo to be single (sorry) but it was good for their characters ig

24. thalia and percy’s fight was really good.

25. percy, leo, and nico aren’t really good friends, they wanted to strangle each other a lot. remember that percy’s bestie is grover.

26. drew was annoying. as an asian girl who could only cosplay her for my life, stop asking for a redemption arc, i like the type of people she represents

27. chiron is underrated

28. i loved kane chronicles! the last book was not as good but red pyramid was one of my favs. zarter is adorablee and zia can step on me and i would say thank you. i really liked sanubis but once they merged i was like uh wtf 👁👄👁

29. magnus chase was kinda boring at times- the last book with magnus’ speech that defeated loki was kinda cringe but i really liked hearthstone and blitz. fierrochase is also one of my favs, rick handled alex pretty well

30. sally and leo are a bit overrated- SORRY DON’T ATTACK ME I LOVE THEM BUT THEY ARE TOO LIKED IN THIS FANDOM

31. i don’t think any demigod is more powerful than another. they all have really strong powers but each of them has a lot of negatives WHICH IS WHY THEY’RE PERFECT THE WAY THEY ARE. also, in general, stop asking for so many redemption arcs, i love redemption arcs but some characters must stay flawed and bad. if you want a good one, zuko from atla’s is perfection

32. my favorite characters are percy, annabeth, sadie, and magnus. i like other characters too, but there are so many characters i like to the point where i forget about them so this is all i remember (i need to reread LMFAO-)

33. this might be controversial but i really don’t like any of the noncanon ships in any fandom? like unless the canon ships are that horrible, i do not ship any noncanon ships. you have a perfectly fine canon ship there with a lot of content but you have to go out of your way to ship two other characters?? chile 😔🤚

34. last but not least, MR. RICK RIORDAN IS NOT A GOD. stop cancelling him for the smallest of things, he’s not perfect like the rest of us and stop getting mad at his representation, be happy he has it in the first place.

thank you for listening to my TEDtalk. feel free to comment your opinions but please do not attack me, as i am a very sensitive person 🌚

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #rachelelizabethdare #leovaldez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #reyna avila ramirez arellano #calypso #octavian #luke castellan #jason grace #pipermclean #sadiekane #carterkane #sally jackson #nico di angelo #will solace

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lonelythoughtsinmybed · 3 years

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how i see every zodiac [pt.1]

okayy so here’s technically the last six of the zodiacs that i will post first. the next six will be posted tmrw. all of these are based on the people i know and aren’t supported by science ofc lmaoo don’t be offended.

• pisces: honestly, they’re too smart and cool for me. they are creative and have amazing style. i kinda wanna be them. they also judge a lot and can be seen as mean, but i don’t mind them that much. i just feel the need to be likeable around them and being in a shell idk why. nah that’s just my people pleasing needs kicking in nvm. pisces are sweet and give a lot

• aquarius: i’m an aquarius y’all ;). i literally only know three aquarians and i don’t talk to either of them enough to be aquaintances even lmaoo. one of them i had a crush on, one of them is so sweet and giving, and one of them is chill but can be a pushover...how does that correlate with the pic you ask? idek, but this one i probably based off of celebs oops (even tho i’ve never met one and my judgement comes from media ugh)

• capricorn: i’m best friends with a capricorn and i am most myself around her, i love her :). we haven’t hung out in a while omgg but yea i feel like i can tell her anythingg. another capricorn i know is so funny, artistic, and helpful. she kind of reminds me of myself. i also haven’t seen her in many moons :(

• sagittarius: my sister and her husband are sagittarians and they are the coolest and smartest people on earth. if you see two sagittarians arguing or in a debate, don’t bother them lmaoo. great, the more i’m thinking, the more i realize i literally only know two...like aquarius, this one might be based off of celebs

• scorpio: okay this one might be inaccurate now that i’m thinking about it ugh. scorpios are pretty cool. they’re funny, hard to get to know, but have some fun charm. they definitely seem mysterious and keep to themselves but that’s good for them! i see them observing others more than anything so that’s why i kinda stray away from them ig?

• libra: yesss, one of my favorite signs (even tho my brother is a libra and is a constant dick). libras have this confidence and charm that i like. they kinda pull you in and some ik that’s into astrology told me that libras are one of the most liked signs. like a lot of ppl have crushes on them...

well that’s it for today! thanks for coming to my ted talk. i would love to hear your thoughts on these six signs!

#other #zodiac #astrology #space #planet #outerspace #astronomy #universe #zodiac signs

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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YASMIN DOUGLAS—

IG info/Bio: @/imyasmin_d | 11.6k followers | hello & ahlan 🎶

23-24 years old depending on her birthday (I’m thinking too much about timelines since i know some shows aren’t live and if they filmed it prior & it’s just being shown to us now...then there’s the boat party that comes in after, you get what I’m saying right? No? Okay)

Moroccan heritage

she was born in fes along with her baba

Father works in the carpet & rug manufacturing industry and worked in his father’s business from the young age of 16

her mother is from Essaouira & has often stated that she couldn’t stand Yasmin’s father the first time they met but she wouldn’t want to travel through this life with anyone else

Her father and mother came from two different lifestyles. All he knew how to do was hard work yet he had a sarcastic but playful side to him whereas her mom came from a family that was more financially stable & she was free to do whatever! mainly hanging at the beach with her friends without a care in the world, she was privileged and a little uppity while her father’s life seemed to be planned out from the day of his birth

Yet they still fell in love and decided to leave Morocco months after they got married at 21 & 24 & not too long after they had yas they left for England

She was raised in Kent, England

The Atmosphere led to her boho lifestyle...being exposed to castles, gardens, and underground tunnels from time to time shaped her into what she felt she was meant to be. She loved her second home

they call her “yazzy”

Parents follow islam...Which Yasmin respects but is not strongly devoted to

Can speak & write in Arabic but seems to do better in writing

Her paternal grandparents fault her parents for not teaching her to excel at both & feel that if they weren’t in such a rush to leave home she would speak Arabic better

Which made Yasmin feel like shit. Her paternal grandparents were strict on keeping their customs alive whereas her maternal grandparents were carefree as long as they got to see their granddaughter alive & well that was good enough for them

Idk maybe a only child or has a older brother? I don’t feel like she comes from a big family sibling wise

her mother made her a stuffed purple sheep that she took everywhere with her as a kid & continues to keep close to her. Y’all had imaginary friends? Well Yasmin had a real friend she could see & squeeze the life out that didn’t require talking and hugging the air, but that’s fine do u

100% collects beanie babies until this day but lil yamb is the number one princess in her household

As her significant other you have to be okay with lil yamb sleeping in between y’all that’s just the way it is

These stuffed babies are her comfort when no else can be

she’s a singer/songwriter. Went to uni for it & finished a semester early

Went through multiple hell experiences when it came to interning & temping while still in school & after

Let’s just say she wasn’t down to f*ck her way to the top

this made her anxiety act up, these people made her feel like she wouldn’t be good enough to show the world her craft & it’s didn’t have to be the world, just someone who would listen

But she couldn’t give up, there was nothing else she saw herself doing. She knew this is what she was meant to do but she couldn’t lie and say that her insecurities didn’t get the best of her most days

Although the cons seemed to out way the Pros some days, she kept at it & found herself a solid team that knew what she was about and understood her soul

Was definitely the student who loved all her English classes & when she spoke up everyone found it shocking since she preferred to just write everything out rather than “participate in group discussions”

I feel like her singing voice sounds similar to Jessica mauboy’s (if you don’t know who that is & you’re a fan of r&b/pop check her out or if you’re just curious that works too lol)

Knows her music notes like the back of her hand, duh!

Fav color is royal blue, especially on her eyelids & nails

Occasionally sleeps in rollers to keep her hair wavy

Needs her space when it comes to disagreements, they stress her out & she panics a bit when things go wrong so she feels like she needs to leave the situation rather than talk it out right then and there

She’ll talk when she’s ready, she just needs someone that’s a little patient with her that’s all

Words of affirmation is her love language? When she figures out how to balance her love life with her work life that is. When she’s feeling confident she’s smooth with words but when she needs to show you how much you mean to her & she really takes the time to think it out & feel her emotions, she’s writing you a song or you’re the inspiration to it or a poem, leaving you little love notes on blue post-it’s around the house, will write 50 reasons why she loves you on Valentine’s Day, and will say so when it’s just the two of you in your own comfort

Isn’t too crazy about public displays of affection but will deff hold your hand if that’s something you or she wanted in that moment

I think she’s fluid

Hasn’t been in many relationships. Sure she goes on tour every other year and gets to meet many people but they’re not solid relationships, they’re hookups and she hasn’t done many of those either

Had maybe one or two solid relationships: a androgynous woman that uses she/they pronouns & was in a rock band & a cis male she met at a tattoo parlor his step-brother owned (he kinda favored seb but we’re not going to speak on that)

I believe she wants to get married someday but isn’t so keen on the idea of kids. The furthest she’ll go is adopting a couple of animals. She’ll be a pet mom! I feel like she’ll be anxious looking after the life of a human being when it’s extremely hard to do so not only for herself and the love of her life & you want to add kids to the mix?! Fucking hell! but that could change? Who knows what life can throw at u

Has a hedgehog named Sonia that she drops off at her parents for their weekly sleepovers

Loves lace—mostly bralettes & crotchet clothing

I see her as a corduroy girl too. She has at least some rusty brown low-rise corduroy pants or/and a jacket

owns a crotchet kit, she’s bloody good at it too

Loved pink & purple (still likes them, they’re her 2nd & 3rd fav colors) so much as a kid that she tried to dye her hair half & half while her parents went out on their date night...it was also the weekend before school pictures :)

Says she got her inspiration from starfire & raven. She was only 13 at the time & had braces. Her father approved saying she’s a kid and she should be allowed to express herself. He only said that because his own parents barely let him & his brothers have their own fun

Her mother thought it was atrocious and did her best to get it out with the help of her other hair stylists friends (her mother worked in plenty of beauty shops once she got to England, until she decided to convert their basement into her own shop) who she invited over to see what her daughter had done but when you use certain permanent dyes...

It didn’t completely damage yasmin’s hair plus it was just hair, Yasmin didn’t see the big deal. She thought she looked splendid

Anyway, massive fan of ballroom dancing

She’s got a great ear to begin with so it was extremely fun twirling around while wearing pretty ballroom gowns

Took boring etiquette classes as a form of punishment? After the whole teen Titans inspiration thing “went wrong”

Enjoys western films

yes she owns a cowgirl hat & some boots too so sue her, she likes what she likes

Knows how to lasso but hates doing it to animals but she’ll do it to you :) (*gags* lmao why???)

Also loves visiting western towns & learning some history or at least experiencing what it was like

Type of significant other that will do her best to persuade you to stay in a treehouse airbnb, a cabin, the fucking Idaho potato, or camping out in her Volkswagen van in the middle of nowhere!

Has faux cow rugs, wicker baskets, wicker chairs in her flat, hangs some plants in glass jars & bottles all over her house

Her flat is very bright & vibrant: white, mocha brown, tan, yellows, & pastel purple

When it comes to decision making, she’ll make them pretty quick but only if it comes to choosing desserts

nobody is touching her mom’s meskouta orange cake WITH syrup

the dessert eater that always picks the one that has a surprise inside, meaning it has to ooze out with SOMETHING to make it 10x more satisfying

Leaning towards Buddhism, had studied some of their beliefs and found it resonates with her spirit

Fan of neon lights, probably has a few neon signs in her flat preferably on her brick wall in the loo, “to give u comfort as you go!” “that...actually makes sense.” Tai commented as he rubbed his chin coming to terms with yasmin’s reply. While Iona scowls, “no, no it doesn’t. I feel as if it’s an invasion of my bits!” “...Sorry you feel that way.”

tai & ciaran are automatically deemed as her brothers since she came into the villa with them. She had time to connect with them unlike anyone else. It was just the way the stars wrote their story and it showed outside of the villa too. they often crash at her place all the time when they’re in town & vacation all the time together when their schedules line up + it never feels like she’s third wheeling

“TaiTower” & “BB-Ci” are their names in her phone, Tai picked his own name while the “bb” stands for “best buds” for ciaran —which is a joke since he drunkly called himself so + he loves everyone when he’s drunk

You can always count on her to belt the lyrics to a Chaka Khan, TLC, or paula abdul joint when she’s drunk lol

As for the girls? She’s close with miki 😒 they just seem to be on the same wavelength when it comes to the pressure of the media since they have some sort of fame which increased with them being on the Telly. They bond over that & from there they’ve built a solid friendship

She could also be friends with AJ too (if you didn’t get swiped from her that is lmao!) they’re sorta opposites with aj being high energy/active while Yasmin is more mellow & “mysterious” but seem to connect in different ways: their sexual indentities, insecurities/anxieties, having something to be passionate about but at the same time maybe not? She might lean towards elladine or Genevieve if she had to make a choice?

Aquarius sun + cancer moon

so she’s still 23 y’all, I got it! I can’t do math sorry

“Freddie Mercury was probably my dad in my past life.”

Can play the banjo, guitar, & oud

Participates in hot yoga weekly

If she’s not with mc in the end and continues dating around if anyone from season two: LUCAS, Kassam, Gary, Rocco, maybe Blake? I originally thought Elisa but she’s probably too much for yas let’s be honest here lol they’d be better off as friends

Omg I forgot marisol! Imagine that?! Whew!!!

Season three: maybe Lily? But what if? Me being the slightly messy bitch that I am? Something happening with her & AJ. Now that?! Would be some chaotic shit “from the outside looks of it” name the irrelevant person behind the quote...now!

I’d like to see her interact with allerga but there could be something with her & cherry. I’m thinking cherry, Yasmin, & priya would bond well but we’re not here to talk about that

Getting rid of the physical aspect I genuinely think she’d do well with marisol, Lucas, or kassam. They’d mesh well I think in a relationship

She’s a body shimmer girl for sure!

Loves silk or satin robes

she’s a shortie, 5’2 to 5’5

Is learning Spanish

Loves arcade games, come see her in pinball & Pac-Man!

Quarantine life did not change her lifestyle much, but it did slightly mess with her mental health :/

loves the fall time, feels like she can slow down some and really spend time with family and friends

I feel like she has one best friend outside of the villa & that’s good enough for her!

They met their first year in uni & been close ever since

She doesn’t speak to the temporary friends she grew up with anymore & is often confused why they feel the need to keep up with her in the media which added more annoying worries to her heart but whatever right? Keep your eyes on the horizon

celebs she finds/found attractive: Aaliyah—especially when she played in queen of the damned, Kehlani, Zazie Beetz, Fivel & Booboo Stewart, Lakeith stanfield, Leah Lewis, Sofia Carson, Ryan gosling, & Nick Jonas

She listens to: jade bird, Yebba, Elli Ingram, Wafia, Zeina, Summer walker, Tanerèlle, Mariah the scientist, Teyana Taylor, Tove Lo, lady Gaga, Ra Ra Riot, Empire of the sun, & smallpools

Anthem? Diana Gordon — Rollin’

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Sixty Eight.

Robyn has no shame; Robyn can be loud with sex and I know she can be, but she has been terrible. She has been loud with no shame, knowing her mother is in this home “you’re banned from sex” I said as I fixed my dick in my boxers “me? Why am I banned from sex, you should be happy you are having any of it” pulling a face at her “your mother is literally down the hall and you’re wailing out, that is bad. You can wait till your mother is gone home” pulling my sweatpants up “oh whatever, I wasn’t even that bad. You are just being dramatic, she probably didn’t even hear us” staring at Robyn just laid out in bed “we have been having sex since she has been here, I feel she knows. Your family is here, and you don’t care, I do though” Robyn shrugged “I don’t though, they are chose to stay here. Anyways, shouldn’t you be preparing for your event, I don’t know why anyone works with you. You literally haven’t done anything” she has a point “well that is not my fault I have people that like me, I don’t have to do anything. I am not sure about you though” walking around the bed “erm, where are you going?” she asked, “it’s like very early, we just went to sleep?” Pulling my top over my head “to get breakfast for the family, they are here, and we have to impress no matter what. Also, I just need to see TJ” leaning down and pressing a kiss to Robyn’ lips “right, ok” she frowned “I am not joking, I know you said I haven’t done much for this event and it’s true, so I need to see TJ as he has been here and helping. He is trying to show he means business and that he means what he says when he says that he wants to work for me, have some rest” pecking Robyn’ lips again “mhmm ok” she is too tired anyways to care, pressing a kiss to her bump over the sheets before going.

I pointed at TJ confused “hold up” then pointed at the stroller “yeah, he has been helping Uncle Chris with his event, he has been in California with me since. It was my time to have him, I spoke to Seiko and she said take him, even though I said I would be here for a while. She didn’t care” I am shocked “oh wow, hey there you little Chinese white man” TJ hit my arm “nigga” dapping him and then hugging him “it’s good seeing you, I just wasn’t expecting the boy here, I won’t get rid of you. You know that right? I know you’re like trying to prove a point and whatever” TJ waved me off “hey there fat man, you looking fly as hell today don’t you. Man he is extra chunky, I want to bite him” he is so cute “he fat as hell this baby, his diaper stank as hell too” makes me laugh because TJ is skinny as hell and Seiko isn’t fat, so this baby is just extra big for no reason “I am glad you can come out, I don’t even know what is happening. Like y’all set this event up and I haven’t even took interest which of course I do but still” TJ and I started to walk off, we aren’t going anywhere in particular, just a quick catch up “bro, your friendship with Tyga and Drake has boosted the hype for this because Cena reached out to them both and they promoted the event today, it’s a open shop with all your shit there, we will be an Instagram live just counting down to the relaunch and then people can come in and buy your shit too and just have a good time, I think Tyga is coming he said he can but yeah, should be easy work. You got fans?” pulling a face “how?” I am confused “they love you, look with your eyes bro, you have” I don’t really paid attention like that.

TJ son is adorable, he just fat as hell and I like that. Adding a caption to the IG post of his son ‘Fat man came to see uncle in AM’ pressing send on the post “he can be my daughter’ bodyguard, I like the muscles. He can sit on them” TJ hit my arm “wait, what? Rih having a girl” nodding my head “yeah, I am having a daughter, but I would have liked a son. So they can protect their sister you know, I like that. With Tootie I couldn’t do that because I was young, so I would have liked it but it’s ok. I guess I am just going to do that. Imagine if she is her momma’ twin?” TJ’ eyes widened “bro, you got problems, but Camron would be there for her cousin, you know that. They about to be best cousins, but don’t call him fat. He gets a little sensitive like that” I laughed out “oh wait, do not say anything about it. Nobody knows about Robyn having a girl” I keep forgetting that “I won’t, promise. I am happy for you but it’s going to be stressful. Women be hard as hell and then imagine a teenage daughter, bringing some little nigga home that is from the hood” rolling my eyes “don’t, I am getting the shudders. If she is anything like Robyn she is going to have me around her little finger, I am not ready for that TJ” shaking my head “all good though, tomorrow is your big twenty six!” he placed his arm around me “man, I am excited. Big things for the both of us, you know I got you” I have a busy few days “yeah, what you doing for your birthday? You never said” I shrugged “bro, I am kind of in the doghouse about a lot, her family is at my home so I can’t do shit but smile” TJ busted out laughing.

Monica has been making breakfast every morning for us so I thought I would bring in some breakfast for the family, I kind of regretted it because it cost me a lot, it was cheaper buying the groceries and making Robyn cook it “thank you so much Chris” Monica thanked me “it’s ok, I wanted you to relax for today. You have been doing a lot, Robyn on the other hand” Robyn nudged me “what are you doing for your birthday? I remembered, I didn’t actually. Someone, well a fanpage put up that it’s your birthday so yeah, what is you doing about it? You have been so quiet” putting my fork down smiling “erm, well I can’t be doing anything really because you know yeah. So home really” chewing on my bottom lip “erm, why what the hell you want to do huh?” Robyn questioned “nothing dear, I just want to sit here with you” Noella snorted laughing “the sarcasm is funny, Robyn he is telling you that you are keeping him hostage. Blink twice if you need help” she joked, I blinked twice and busted out laughing “the only thing he is getting from me is a birthday card” looking over at Robyn, she is going to torture me “yay, happy birthday to me” I mumbled “I am your gift am I not?” licking my top lip “mhmm yeah, I ain’t say that. I am just saying” Robyn is going to go above and beyond to make sure I don’t have fun “have you not had enough fun?” nodding my head “I have, I am thinking of going VA actually” I added “no you’re not” I looked down at my plate “ok” I mumbled, she isn’t going to let me do anything.

Noella keeps laughing at me and I don’t blame her because it’s laughable “boring birthday for Breezy awwww” I gasped “you are getting me in trouble here, anyways. So who is coming to my little event, Robyn has clearly uninvited herself” Robyn scoffed “so you are uninviting your baby?” I knew she would say that, sitting back in the chair “nah it can come, I just need to take it out of your womb” I grinned “I planted the seed there so yeah” Robyn and I are just annoying each other “you two are terrible but I am coming, Monica is babysitting Majesty so yay” I smiled wide “I am glad I have someone there that is so supportive” crossing my arms across my chest “you both argue a lot actually, last night Robbie you kept shouting ass a lot. Interrupted my sleep” I snorted laughing “ah god, I swear it’s your daughter. She has been very violent towards me and then she is shouting at me late at night too” I sniggered “nigga please, I swear he is a liar. That is all I am telling you all, I am going to get ready anyways. I am going to my ex-husband event” watching Robyn get up from the seat “her ass is big, damn” I slapped it “you are totally getting divorce papers on your birthday, just thought I would warn you” she is annoying me, so I am doing it back.

I am a little sad that I can’t do anything for my birthday, I just think it sucks for me because I am in California finally. I can just invite some of the friends over, have fun but now I can’t. I will be here in the home, but I deserve it I guess so it is what it is “y’all ready” locking phone looking up seeing my wife has cut my sweatshirt “really?” you can see the bump too, she is showing skin “who knew about these comfy maternity jeans, my god!” she seems pleased with herself but both Noella and Robyn have both been playing around with my stuff “you know what, you both look beautiful. Ready though?” I asked, Robyn nodded her head “let’s go, mommy! We are going now” Robyn shouted, “let’s see this place then, you told Rich?” Robyn asked and I shook my head “why do we need Rich?” I questioned, we don’t need him for this “uh right, you will regret that by the way” pulling open the door “you look nice by the way, I like the stubble on you” Robyn loves me really “thank you” I grinned walking to the SUV, I love annoying her and she loves annoying me.

I regret not having no bodyguard, I didn’t think it would be like this. This is crazy, a whole queue to get in “this is on you Chris, now get us out of the car” I sighed out, opening the SUV door and got out “oh my god, Chris!” these girls started shouting, it’s me why they shouting at me “what?” I said half laughing “can we take a picture” chewing on my bottom lip, seeing security at the door and my smile grew. A whole store, this is amazing “oh my god” like I feel emotional “bro! aye!” TJ waved at me, I waved him over “get the guy to come over, I need to someone to walk with Robyn” TJ put his thumb up, looking back in the car “you hear that, my man got fans now” shaking my head smiling “come, be careful” she is pregnant so I want her to be ok, helping Robyn out of the car “poppa, thank you” opening the car door wider and the shriek of screams pierced my ears, they moved from the queue to me “listen, move back ok. Just move back” the security guy finally came over “move out! Now” TJ is also making them move back “back to the queue now” I swear someone’ phone near knocked my hat off too “you good?” Robyn nodded her head “I am used to it” holding her hand as made our way “baby this is amazing, I thought it was a party? A whole store?” I smiled ever so wide “I feel emotional, amazing right?” Robyn cooed out “I love it, oh my god” she is proud of me, that is what I want, to make Robyn proud of me “wow, this is amazing. You see this, this is my man’ brand right here” she said to the camera guy that is here.

I am in shock; I can’t believe this “a store?” I questioned; Cena dapped me “I told you that there is a surprise behind this. I believe in the brand and I thought we open store and have Black Pyramid and also incorporate Pink Dolphin with it, and honestly to see the crowd. It’s worked out for us” nodding my head smiling so wide “this is my wife” I pointed “hi, yes. Pleasure to meet the queen herself” I know they have been dying to meet Robyn for a while in person “nice to meet you” Robyn shook his hand “and this is Neima, she is his business partner” Deja’ eyes lit up, I saw her and peeped her reaction “nah, I got to compose myself. Like this is, oh my god” she is so dramatic “Deja, you’re embarrassing yourself, honestly” she turned away “I can’t, I can’t do it Chris. Oh my god” she is so funny, moving back “this is Deja, the pain in the butt” she turned around “you’re literally my childhood” she is actually crying, I can’t believe my eyes “I love you so much Rihanna oh my god” Robyn laughed “I been telling him these people only want to work for you for me, come here girl” Robyn hugged, Deja yelped out “oh my gosh, you smell like heaven. Help!” I snorted laughing “Black Pyramid! Nigga, wow!” turning “you made it out here” hugging Mel “you know I got you, bit late I think but I arrived” hugging her close “we just come out here anyways, I am just amazed by it all myself” this is crazy amazing.

I don’t do interviews and I hate it but here I am “this is Instagram live” I pointed, turning my snapback around licking my top lip “yes, and these are the questions here. Like there is so many” squinting my eyes, there is actually too much “ok, let me ask the questions. I will read them out, you step back” Deja pushed me back as she crouched down “I can’t see shit, like they words on there. You know before anything, thank you all for rocking with me on this live” I thought I would say that “sexiest country nigga I have seen” I snorted laughing “that ain’t a question, but thank you baby” Deja is stupid “I am just growing your head, ok so when are you going back to drawing? I miss that” that is a good question “erm, soon. I have been busy, real busy with a lot going on. When I get back to my right headspace I will be going back to that” clasping my hands together “when are you going to make some slides?” Deja looked at me “soon but there is slides you can buy, them Fenty slides. Fellas if you want to be on your good side with your girl, get them. Take it from me, spoil her” I am still in the doghouse “is Rihanna your buggest muse” nodding my head “for life, she is everyone muse. You can learn a lot from Rihanna, she ain’t just a singer and I think people will realise that too” I knew Rihanna questions would come up “someone put, I have to say it. How do you get on Rihanna good side? She has the world?” Deja has to ask “erm, wow. How do I keep this PG” I busted out laughing “erm, I can’t” I laughed “I am joking but there is things that I can get and give Robyn, she loves gifts that are thoughtful” I can’t just say what I want to say on this.

Tyga really came out, this is dope of him “my nigga” dapping him “it’s been a while, declining my parties now” I laughed out knowing damn well I won’t be going to any “too much trouble” shaking my head “appreciate you coming for me, you didn’t need too at all” Deja came up to me “come and take some pictures” looking up at where she is posting, oh them girls that were outside “me, why me? Since when did I have anyone like me, I will be back bro” hitting his arm before walking off “serious?” I questioned “deadass, they been asking about you. They like you” chewing on my bottom lip, this is wild “what’s good” I have no idea what to do with his “I ain’t ignore you outside, I had to make sure my wife was good first. You know, so which one wants a picture” she giggled “what is your name baby?” I asked “Neka, you are so damn fine. Like in person, wow. And you tall” laughing it off “y’all want a group picture or single?” I think it’s single “selfie please” nodding my head “sure baby, we can do that” placing my arm around her shoulder “my snapback is crooked as shit” fixing it on my head “aight go on” I smiled at the phone “can I ask you a question, like please” moving back “sure?” I questioned “please follow me on Instagram” letting out an oh “I can do that, leave it with Deja. I will do it, come here” waving over the next girl, these are some teenage girls. I swear if they were grown ladies then I wouldn’t be this nice or be even hugging them “I ain’t your assistant, this nigga” she might as well be.

Making my way to Robyn, she been quiet “Breezy, quick picture” this female said, oh she fine “uh yeah” placing my arms behind me as I leaned in “who knew you had that many freckles” I smiled as she took the picture “well now you know, thank you” seeing Robyn with Camron “aye, you holding fatty. Watch him, he is breaking backs” Robyn rolled her eyes “who knew you had so many freckles” she mimicked the girl “now” I said laughing “that was petty, I am being good” she is actually being petty “mhmm, but how chubby has he gone. I said to TJ I want him, I am sorry, but he is so handsome. Look at him, he likes me” rolling my eyes “poor guy” touching his cheek “so what can I have for free nigga?” Noella asked, she really don’t care “for you, anything. I don’t mind” dapping Rorrey as he came up to me “where you been hiding?” I swear he is late “I was around” chewing on my bottom lip and then saluting the cameraman that came around again “I just want to say thank you to the Black Pyramid team, this wasn’t anything without them. And thank you for everyone coming out, this is going to be worldwide. Thank you to my wife” placing my hand on her shoulders “she out here supporting me, my godson and the whole gang. If it weren’t for y’all I wouldn’t be where I am, I am a little tipsy, a little. Thank you, god bless” pressing a kiss to Robyn’ cheek, I better appreciate this cause my birthday about to be boring.

Robyn is awake a little later then usual “grumpy as hell aren’t you?” Robyn is being an ass because she can be, I fucked up so it’s my bad and I deserve it “not really, I am going to bed though” Robyn looked at the clock “you hear that ladies, he is going to bed at this time. Aren’t you staying awake for your birthday?” I got up from the couch “it’s just another day, and you’re being very annoying” it is annoying me “awww ok grumpy” I have to kiss her because if I don’t then she will have a face on with me “aww Chris don’t go” Noella said “nah, y’all have fun” pressing a kiss to her lips “goodnight y’all, thank you for coming out tonight for me anyways” I said saluting them “you really going to sleep?” Rorrey asked, nodding my head “I will sleep, trust me” walking out of the living room “you’re actually evil, how you going to do him like that on his birthday. Miserable” overhearing Rorrey say “he had his fun, so what. That ain’t my problem, he will get his cake and card, next time he will really learn” rolling my eyes dragging my feet up the stairs.

#chrianna ff #fanfic #chrianna #chrianna fanfiction #fanfiction #chriannaff

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ladyimaginarium · 3 years

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okay so ... y’all i feel like this was gonna be happening eventually... and i just can’t prolong the inevitable anymore. but like.. idk i like tumblr but like.. i dont exactly like rping on here anymore as much as i used to? it creatively stifles me? it's not as fun as it used to be, talking to folx on discord's way more fun and i respond to discord a lot faster than on tumblr, i tend to create way better work - plotting, writing, chatting and fucking around on discord. i’d be genuinely surprised if any of my mutuals - who are still here - are still active to see this post, but if you are, i thank you for your faith in me and in my muses and for your dedication.

idk if it’s just me but my rp inspo on here is dying and i’m lowkey kinda sick of that feeling. it depresses me and kills my muse inspo to be here. they’re alive and well in my head, ofc, but the second i try to start something, i’m just ... flatlining, not bc i don’t try but bc like.. idk. i’m out of it. i’m jaded, i’m out of spoons, i’m ... whatever word you wanna use for this - i’m outta here, ig. i’ve done everything i can to try and revive the rpc piece by piece, and make this place more fun for myself, but ... it just isn’t working, not like it used to, not anymore, not for the last year or so. more and more i find my friends leaving and being happier for it, migrating elsewhere and it just hasn’t been the same since... so i’m doing the same.

my storylines built with my closest friends – especially the gangsta., narutoverse and twdgverse plots – aren’t going anywhere, i promise. they’re probably going to be repurposed into more professionally presented fanfics and posted over AO3 or, at the very least, put on drabbles here, if you prefer reading threads to reading fanfic, a lot of it’s already around.

my discord is【 𝕬𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀 ♥ 】#3430 – again, i am still very much active, or at least semi-active with everything i have going on, rping is still very much a passion of mine, i very much have muse inspo for a lot of my muses, and i still very much wish to develop stories and plot and interact and laugh and and write with the people i’ve partnered with and befriended here without a single doubt !! i’m not leaving the internet or anything like that, i’m just navigating to other areas of it; please feel free to add me, watch me, follow me, whatever - elsewhere. nothing i’ve built here has to die off just because I’ve made the decision to archive this blog !!

i’m still going to browse tumblr casually, and in fact i may or may not convert this blog into a personal blog one day, but we’ll have to see. i’m still running my rpc blog, @imaginariumrpc which i totally recommend checking out if you want some muse inspo or aesthetics, i’m just not producing as much ic content here anymore aside from the headcanons, aesthetics, drabbles and dash games i’ve saved up in my drafts from time to time, and this can be considered a permanent hiatus — this is not a creative platform for me anymore, not like it used to be, so i’m leaving it for good but also keeping it up as an archive for what was here, the emotional and skillful interactions were absolutely top notch, and my four years of being on here definitely helped hone my skills as a writer and i cannot thank you guys enough for it, thank you to everyone who was ever involved, whether or not we’re still mutuals, but it feels unfair to the ones i’ve interacted with if i were to just delete everything, so i’ve decided to keep it up. discord is still a platform you can reach me at OOC, we’re always cool in that regard, just ... don’t be shocked if it takes me ages to reply on tumblr im’s at least. i’m not stressed anymore and i don’t feel pressured at all and that’s such a liberating feeling.

if any of you still want to write with my muses, PLEEEEAAAAAAAAAASE come talk to me on discord and we can plot and talk and rp and fuck around and all that !! i still love my muses - and all the beautiful and wonderful friends i’ve made on here over the years ! - very much and i would love to get some threads going, i just can’t manage this blog combined with all my other things i’m looking after now and especially with my upcoming youtube channel ( which you can subscribe to HERE if you feel so inclined ! it’s nothing too fancy right now and i don’t have a lot of fancy equipment yet at the moment, but i absolutely intend on posting a FUCKTON of content on there, including but not limited to: animanga content i like reading / watching ( especially naruto and gangsta., among other animanga that catches my eye !! ), asoiaf content, potterverse content, some occasional movie reviews and my thoughts on them, personal stuff, indigeneity, tarot readings, talking about autism and mental health advocacy, lgbtqia2+ education, conspiracy theories, spirituality, mythology, witchy shit, playlists, gaming, podcasts, travelling, maybe even vlogging as time goes on, and a lot more, and in fact, @inkblccd and i are already intending on starting a podcast episode together before we’ve even started and i’m really excited !! ) and my own ambitions coming into play ?? i can't be distracted by a rp blog w/ 110 muses on it, that's not productive lmao + i’m devoted to myself, self-partnered, and focusing on many fulfilling things like my hobbies, my career, my communities, luxury, legacy, prosperity, abundance, peace, beautiful experiences, chosen family, friendship, the arts, traveling, spirituality, magick, social activism, charity, learning and a lot more, and not to mention i’m also writing a novella !! so i hope that at least some of you guys can experience that with me on my youtube channel !!

before i end this though, i do want to give thanks and a shoutout to each and every single one of you, whether you’re a friend or not, whether you’re an old face or a new face, whether we’ve interacted or not, for my four, long, bittersweet and wonderful years here on the tumblr rpc, for everything you’ve done to make my life a better and happier place, i would’ve never gotten this far in life without you guys, and i’m tearing up as i write this, so i hope everyone reading this has a beautiful morning/day/night, and i hope you find the love and the happiness and the peace you’re so much longing for. if we’re still going to interact, i’ll definitely see you on the flipside... and if this is the last time we communicate with each other, i wish you well and goodbye and to have all the love and happiness in the world.

A very special shoutout to: @kaigyokus @hxgure @shikkotsunin @imbicilite @inkblccd @ncvabcrn @familiarblood @worldendured @faithheartily @singlethreads @akummaa @historias-multorum @redlineoffate and @unfortunatesculs - my experience in the rpc wouldn’t have been so lovely without you guys in it, y’all mean everything to me.

peace, i love you all so much.

- sincerely, arcana.

#OUT OF THE GALAXY. ( ANGIE SPEAKS. )#i love you all SO MUCH OKAY ?????#me and my muses aren't going anywhere !!! they're just on discord !!!!#tw; long post

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bellamygateoldblog · 4 years

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i will never be over the way this show has continuously tried to frame bellamy and clarke as heroes and good people, or the way the fandom has almost completely embraced and supported that narrative

the amount of times i’ve read “[clarke] saved everyone’s ungrateful asses” makes me seriously consider turning evil. like aren’t y’all bored? don’t you have a different sentence you would like to say for a change?

i want to talk about this but i probably don’t remember a lot of the details of this show so if im forgetting something or get something wrong i apologise, but i never have any desire to rewatch past s2.

clarke isn't even the hero of her own side, she took power of them using the military force of the grounders, someone else’s people, she’s forced them into alliances without their knowledge that weren’t in their best interest (while she literally had no idea what they were even going through because she’d abandoned them after upsetting their entire political structure, and this leader she’s bowing to is responsible for the slaughter of their children, has broken an alliance previously with them, has hung the threat of genocide over their heads, and who isn’t even wanted in power by her own people- dragging skaikru into that conflict, too), she’s sacrificed them and what’s best for them in order to cater to/concentrate on the grounders newest demands or pursue her own personal mission, she’s lied to and patronised them, she’s abandoned them and surrendered them to die while they were under her protection and responsibility, and in Book 2 (and these aren’t her people but in canon she’s their leader anyway apparently despite trying to blow them all up a few days before...) she’s abandoned them again, and is speaking for them without consent or any connection to what’s happening with them again,.........her inner circle/her ‘friends’ have to be extremely careful to remain important to her or on her team or they’ll be sacrificed, harmed or become acceptable losses to whatever her newest goal is too (but hey at least she says she cares about them) all while acting very ‘woe is me’ about the whole crushing weight of responsibility she shouldn’t have.

but she’s the hero, she’s beloved, she’s special, she has relationships that were never built, she and only she saved everyone again and has all the lines telling us so no matter how dishonest those statements are.

like this is where i personally see what you said in your ask most: when it concerns clarke.

bellamy on the other hand...i don’t place him at all on the same level as clarke when it comes to this. clarke has privilege that bellamy just never had as a character. and i think that does probably play into why i like him.

him being a hero to the delinquents/the 48 is completely believable to me. he was the original leader, he got them through a tough time, he chose to put himself on the line for them, and he’s the one who stayed. i also think it’s reasonable that fandom might romanticise him this way because he is one who has been shown to value the one life as well as the many of his people, a guy doing his best and making big mistakes along the way, a mixed complex bag of good and bad, i find him very likable and i love the toxic/pained/vulnerable ones lol but more than anything i find him to be one of the more interesting/entertaining characters on the show (Book 1).

we also see him torment himself with his own mistakes instead of just having other people do it for him/remind him like we see happen with clarke- and we all know fandom loves equating that with a “redemption arc” and as much as i personally dislike seeing pity parties i do like self-awareness and responsibility in characters that goes beyond a 3-second-long puppy dog look or straight dismissal of someone else’s pain, and for the most part bellamy’s expressions of this don’t come across as demanding sympathy from others but from genuine self-loathing and an honesty to himself, internalising the effects of his actions/childhood.

i know i personally prefer The Flawed Protector over The Tortured Saviour nobody asked for (same white male hypocritical moral hero in a woman’s body).

i don’t believe in assigning “hero” to any of them though like that’s the whole entire point of the show lol “there are no good guys.” and i also think a major chunk of fandom/shippers have warped bellamy’s character so much that it isn’t even him anymore, so this man they’re celebrating as a hero/good person isn’t even bellamy sometimes.

all of the genuinely “good” and kind people are dead.

i don't think i'd say bellamy was ever framed as a hero. like he was just never important enough to be, he’s just not put into those positions (despite being the male lead), clarke is. as the protagonist ig. bellamy...he’s the protector/knight of the heroes, but not the actual hero himself (applies to octavia too i think, where she acts and he reacts).

like take mount weather, clarke becomes empowered by her “wanheda” status, bellamy’s (and monty’s) part in that is lost...clarke is “bearing it so they don’t have to” (rme) which simultaneously strips the other boys from claiming the ‘victory’ of saving the 48 while still leaving them with the guilt, like it suits how i see clarke perfectly that she’s the only one to refer to the genocide (and shutting down the CoL, i realised) as “i” while monty and bellamy say “we” and it was clarke’s actions that got them to that point in the first place, but this is one of those times she’s clearly The Protagonist. if that makes sense lol.

bellamy is on the opposite side to clarke in s3 and s7 and he needs to be moved to her side in order to be on the ‘right’ one. now i don’t agree with that one bit mind you (when it comes to s3, idc about s7 lol) and i didnt see it that way but imo that’s how the show wrote it, to the point he was either demonized endlessly by fandom or woobified in a way that denied him his own agency. during s5 i don’t i think anyone was framed in a good light. i can see this applying in s6, though- where he was his absolute worst self yet, betraying his own development, failing at every point to “do better” despite claiming it, but still was given that reasurring line that they did better and saved people and was in that “heroic” position i guess? but is that because he was back to being clarke’s “good little knight” tho? (but do we claim s6??? do we really??? do we claim it ladies???)

s6 was 100% dedicated to making clarke look good/like a 'good' or sympathetic person. the bodysnatching plot (and the s6 sheidheda plot because if it was supposed to be about bellamy and address his s5 actions he would’ve been present to experience/observe those consiquences himself but he wasn’t lmaoooo. instead it was to tell the audience ‘actually clarke was right last season and here’s another reason to feel bad for her and how those ungrateful bitches were treating her’) has no other purpose for existing. clarke's character has consistently been elevated at the expense of everyone else's. but im not sure the writing did a very good job convincing me she was a good person if it was trying to do that LMAO like my interpretation of her is so fitted to canon, and no amount of throwaway lines telling me how good she is did anything to change what i saw yk? and in s6, combined with being patronised by the writers, i found her to be at some of her most obnoxious.

i don’t agree with placing bellamy and clarke in the same boat tbh. like they just come from completely different places and come across differently, especially in the way they interact with other characters.

in my experience this fandom (on tumblr) is extremely skewed in favour of clarke, like ive never seen a fandom so obsessed with their protagonist. there’s A LOT of clarke stans who stan her for being one of those “deserves better :(” characters, selfless and heroic, and support that view that she’s the superior character, entitled to other character’s devotion, love and validation yet doesn’t have to reciprocate any of it. the CL/BC ship war was just a bunch of people fighting over clarke, who deserves her more, which character is more toxic to her, which other character would 100% be her bff supportive of that relationship, treating her as a passive whose actions don’t take affect. im not sure how much i blame the writing for that because if so many of us are capable of recieving her character in this way then...why aren’t so many other people? how is there such a massive disconnect between the ways we see her?

and imo a lot of the bellamy love in this fandom comes from shipping him with clarke too rather than being because of who he actually is.

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Part 2 of My Bumble Date from Hell

Okay, I’m back! So anyways, I ran behind him out of fear he was going to put his hands on her but don’t worry, he’s not a complete idiot, he didn’t touch her. He did get real close to her and started yelling at her. By the time I got over there she was walking away. I finally told him we need to go. He insisted he was fine and to not let that moment ruin our date…too fucking late but you know what, for whatever dumb ass reason I said okay LI still regret that decision and it got so much worse. So, now that everyone’s staring at us, we go back to our picnic area and he continues to drink and record me *eye roll*. Oh he brought speakers too, I’m not gonna lie, his music choice was a vibe. But he ruined that shit too low key. He acted like it was his playlist but it was actually a Brent Faiyaz Spotify playlist…which, I mean I’m not judging…but I’m judging, but only because he acted like that was his beautiful creation. Why lie about that? Anyways, it happened guys, the moment I was most afraid of, he turned to me and said, “oh shit, you know Blaine?! She told me to tell you hi!” I was so fucking pissed. Blaine was one of those girls I knew but would never tell my business to. She seems to always know peoples business. I kid you not, within 30 seconds of him saying that, I got a DM from her saying “Yo you know he has a whole ass kid on the way right?” My. Stomach. Turned. I dropped my phone and just stared at him. His drunk ass didn’t even notice. So, once I gathered myself I told Blaine I had no fucking idea but good looks. I may not fuck with Blaine but in that moment I did, she responded with sending me the girls IG profile, clutch. Luckily it wasn’t private. My heart was racing, we all know that feeling, scrolling hella carefully to make sure you don’t accidentally like anything, meanwhile he’s just living his best live with not a clue of what’s going on. Just goofy. So I’m scrolling and it didn’t look like they were in a relationship but he was definitely the dad. The picture of them at the baby shower, yea y’all she’s been pregnant for a while, had a caption that said “Our situation may not be ideal but I’ll always respect you as the father of my son.” So that’s why I figured they probably aren’t dating but still! Call me crazy but if you have a kid or one on the way that’s definitely worth mentioning. So anyways, I’m scrolling and scrolling on her page and guess who tf I see. The girl taking the pictures of us. Yup, she was at the baby shower, I didn’t know her relation to them but she was for sure there. This idiot knew her all along. So now I’m pissed because I’m clearly caught up in some mess but also, this girl was really taking pics of me and my dumb ass was too naïve to realize, sticking up for her and everything. Ughhh!! So when I finally got over the initial shock, I was like “Yo”, and I showed him the phone. Y’all I can’t make this shit up, this man instantly burst into tears. Sir. Fuck is you cryin for? Because you were exposed? Ewww. I rolled my eyes and started packing my shit. He started crying even more and, I mean do have a heart y’all. I felt bad just leaving him there crying. Sometimes I wish I was ruthless. So here I was, consoling a liar in the middle of a pandemic, and he starts coming up with all of these reasons for why he didn’t tell me. All BS tbh. Oh and that girl is the future kids moms best friend AKA the God Mother. She happened to see us and was investigating, as any good friend would. Kudos to her frfr. So once he calmed down I told him we should leave and he said he wanted to show me something to try and make up for everything. I just wanted this “date” to be over but he clearly was hurting and I knew I would never talk to him ever again so I said fine. He suggested we go to the water to see the sunset. Ehhh that part was actually really cute. So anyways we were chillen by the water and it was beautiful, I was actually considering hearing him out when he sobered up BUT…this dumb ass thought it would be funny to rough house near the water, he thought tickling me would be cute…I hate being tickled. It’s the worst feeling because I’m telling the person to stop but I’m laughing so it’s misleading lol. I should start putting a “No tickling” disclaimer in my bios. Anyways, after trying to escape the “tickle monster” I kept backing up, tripped on a rock and fell in the Nasty! Ass! Water! I got out the water drenched and just fucking lost it! Everything I had bottled up just exploded and I just went off on him the way Tyra Banks went off on that one girl we were all supposedly rooting for back in the day. Anyways, I guess he didn’t like what I had to say because he started going off on me. I don’t really remember what he was saying because he was so damn drunk and barely making any sense but I do remember him saying “Nobodies fucking with your dusty ass anyways.” Oooop. Bruh that shit honestly had me weak though…but only because I know I’m not dusty and that’s on periodt. But also, I love a good roast session. So anyways, I’m walking back to go get my skates so I can get tf and they weren’t there…yup, my fucking skates were gone. I mean why not? It was a horrible date already, lets top it off with my skates being stolen, nbd. Anyways, I hopped my nasty soaked ass in an uber and ubered my ass home. As you know by now from my other blogs, ya girl is a whole ass investigator outchea. As soon as I got comfortable I went back on his future kids moms IG and just started digging lol. Lucky for me she’s one of those girls that posts everything so it was quite entertaining. I didn’t really find anything juicy out though, just that the bike he came with was hers, apparently he didn’t have a car for a while so she was kind enough to let him use her bike since she couldn’t use it right now, maybe it was her brothers, idk but regardless, the FUCKING nerve of him. Long story short, I got the juice and I don’t have time for shit like that and I think I answered my own question, no second chance for him. He’s actually texting me now saying he was so embarrassed and out of character. Aht aht, sucks to suck. Lmao what a damn mess? Well anyways, I’m about to be out. Oh guess what?! Remember the ex I mentioned a few blogs ago? The one that led to my 9 months of celibacy? I think it’s time I fill you guys in on that story. I’m going to a cookout this weekend and him and his new gf will be there. I hate having mutual friends with ex’s. The last time we spoke he drunk called me and told me he regrets everything and that he was sorry and he wanted to meet up…his girl was in the other room.

#igotthejuice #part2 #tickle monster #the nerve #aht aht #bumble date #periodt #wednesday #celibacy #date from hell #brent faiyaz #spotify

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