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bookofmirth · 7 days
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Uhhh what did I miss? Why are big artists leaving the fandom and what did fairyloot do?
Fairyloot didn't do anything - this fandom is just entitled and out of control.
Fairyloot released the designs for their special edition ToG a couple of days ago, and some people disliked it. I say "some" because the post now has 50k likes and plenty of people do actually like the designs, I personally like them and if I had the disposable income I'd buy them.
So people flooded the comments with complaints. I mean it's over 4k comments now. Not all of them are negative, but many of them are incredibly rude and entitled. Like astonishingly so.
But they couldn't leave it at that - they had to go to the page of the book designer and the fan artist and leave rude comments on their pages, too.
Do people have legit things that make sense to want to change? Perhaps. Making the stag white would make sense if that was literally supposed to be the Lord of the North and not just a stag. I guess the wyvern is the wrong color if it's supposed to literally be Abraxos and not just an abstraction of wyverns, of which there are many in the book. In terms of the color and design of the covers, they were going for a vintage look, which the book designer explained, and is something I clocked before she even made that comment.
And the allegations of plagiarism are ridiculous considering the similarities between the two special editions are elements coming from the damn series. I mean, a landscape? In art? Fucking revolutionary /s
The thing is, even if all of these feelings are justified - you can be sad that the colors aren't vibrant, you can be sad that they are relatively monochromatic, you can think that there are other, better special editions out there - that doesn't fucking mean that you need to tell the whole world how you feel, especially when it's going to negatively impact the people who worked really hard to create these books. And what's more, these special editions are a luxury item. No one has to buy them. No one is owed the specific design that they want.
These assholes probably already own and have read the series. If they think someone else has done it better, and for cheaper, then go buy that other version!!!! Go commission someone else for their hard work then, bestie! And you'll quickly find out that people's hard work and time is actually quite valuable and probably regret your decision.
All the comments saying it's a cash grab - I'm sorry, are you not on the page of a store that sells things in order to make money???? Are you fucking stupid???? "This thing that is completely optional to my ability to live and has no impact on my quality of life that I don't need to buy is too expensive and doesn't look how I would want it to" okay, and? Go cry to the group chat.
All the people saying "it's constructive comments/constructive criticism" -
Did they fucking ask??? Fairyloot didn't post asking what people think, they posted saying "here's the design". If you don't like it, don't buy it.
And there is a way to deliver constructive criticism that isn't harmful. A few hundred people commenting the same snarky, passive aggressive shit over and over is NOT constructive criticism. If people were really concerned about that message getting to Fairyloot and the artists, then all they would have to do is find a comment they felt expressed what they agree with - because there are plenty - like that comment, and perhaps respond saying that they agree. Engage with that comment. Don't fucking dogpile with the same. Goddamn. Comment. Over. And. Fucking. Over. And apparently there were a bunch of reels deconstructing how much the book design sucked too, which I didn't even watch or get into.
People are really out here on the internet acting like no one else is human or has feelings.
So yeah, now big artists are leaving the fandom and tbh, if I were a visual artist, I would have left a long time ago. Other well-known authors are commenting on those artists' posts (Sabaa Tahir, Stephanie Garber, Shannon Chakraborty) in support of the artists.
It's beyond embarrassing to be part of this community so I'm just... pretty much done with it.
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star-girl69 · 10 months
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Ultraviolence
Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader
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a/n: idk why this chapter is so obscenely long but i hope you all enjoy!!
warnings: mentions of blood, minor graphic injury, mentions of injury, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, tell me if i missed anything!!
Chapter Two - Call Me Posion
Chapter Two - Call Me Poison
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1996-
The first person on the team you met was Shauna. You had a few classes together, and had eventually been assigned to work on a project together. You got along well, worked together well, and after you got a 100- you didn’t stop hanging out. The two of you helped each other with homework, kept each other company.
You both had ambitious college plans, and sometimes it was just nice to be with someone who understood that.
With Shauna came Jackie, and with Jackie came everyone else. You wouldn’t say you were best friends with everyone on the team, but they all respected the work you put into your articles and the dedication you applied to the team. Soon, it was more like writing about people you really knew rather then just some girls on a soccer team.
You squinted as you left the school, the bright sunlight hurting your eyes, but you simply walked next to Shauna, looking down at the Yellowjackets jersey her and Jackie has convinced the coach to order for you.
It was gratifying, in a way. Like you were an honorary member of the team. So what you didn’t kick the ball, you came to every game. You knew all about their strengths and weaknesses, and wrote about each game they played, as they slowly climbed to the national ranks.
You and Shauna made it towards the group of Yellowjackets gathered in front of the school, easy to pick out amongst the rest of the students.
“This is what we’ve worked for all season.” Taissa hissed at Lottie and Natalie. “You really wanna take that chance?”
“Yeah.” Natalie responded. “‘Cause I’m not a fucking asshole.”
“Why are you guys talking about?” Shauna asked.
Silence for a moment, none of them seemed to want to answer.
Finally, Lottie spoke, her hand behind her neck.
“…Allie.”
You and Shauna looked over at her, talking with her friends.
“What about her?” Shauna asks.
“Did you black out at states?” Taissa scoffs. “She totally choked-”
“She’s a freshman, Tai,” Natalie cuts in.
“She’s a liability,” Tai counters. Her eyes flick between all of you. “She can’t screw up if she doesn’t get the ball.”
“You wanna freeze her out,” Shauna confirms.
“At least we’d know what we’re working with.” Tai says.
“She kind of sucks, but…” Lottie trails off. “I don’t know.”
“That’s because it’s bullshit,” Natalie says, her voice filled with disbelief, her hands raised up.
“Oh, yeah? What’s your plan, then?” Tai asks in mock interest.
Natalie drops her hands. “I don’t know. Play like a fucking team and win?”
Now, her and Tai have turned to face each other, engaging in this second silent battle.
“It’s worked so far.”
“Everything works until it doesn’t.”
She looks Natalie up and down.
“And for the record, you smell… like a wino. Get your shit together.”
A wide smile crosses Natalie’s face.
“You know what? Fuck this.”
“Wow. Okay,” Tai says.
Lottie licks her lips. “Doesn’t feel right.” She grabs her bag and runs off, following Natalie.
“Jackie’s not gonna like it,” Shauna says.
“Then we probably shouldn’t tell her.”
She’s team captain, you think to yourself, how are they not supposed to tell her?
Instead, Tai walks off and Shauna turns to you.
“Come to practice tomorrow?” she asks, the Allie sistustion long forgotten.
“Y-yeah,” you say, finding your voice after watching that heated exchange.
“Good. I wanna cram for the english test tomorrow.” She gives you a lopsided smile and you return it, thinking about nationals.
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You watch from the bleachers as Coach Ben makes all the girls take a knee, and Misty stands uncomfortably close to him. But, Misty has always had this weird, unreciprocated closeness with him- and sometimes it was easier to just forget it. You could barely hear Coach Ben say something about a scrimmage with JV.
Then, Laura Lee leads everyone in prayer, even though it’s just a scrimmage, and the girls all shout “Amen!” before they start playing.
They move in a blur, and you don’t really pay much attention to the practice game, instead focusing on writing your latest rough draft.
“Come on, Allie, that should have been yours!” Coach Ben shouts, and you look up in time to see Taissa switch teams.
You think back to the conversation yesterday.
Taissa wouldn’t… hurt… Allie, right?
But before you can let the thought sink in deeper, the game has already started again.
Taissa pushes Allie off of the field, bullies her, until she finally makes a good pass. You hum to yourself. Perhaps whatever Taissa is doing is working.
You look back down at the paper in front of you, scribbling out a few words, adding a few new ones, before the sound of something cracking fills the air- and someone falling.
You look up just as Allie starts screaming, rolling around on the ground and clutching her knee, pouring red like a river, right down her bright white socks.
Everyone gasps and gathers around her, but no one helps as she screams.
“Help!” she starts screaming, and Coach Ben leans down beside her, clearly at a loss. The rest of the team breaks out from their shock, and jump into action, trying to comfort her.
Finally, Misty runs over with a spare red pinny.
It’s hard to see from here, but you can just faintly see bone sticking out from just under her knee. You gasp and stand up.
Misty presses the red fabric right over her wound, cussing Allie to scream sharply, and her leg to kick in pain.
Coach Ben pushes her back, shouting something, until Misty runs off again as Coach Ben yells about 911 and a phone.
The team all gathers around Allie, encouraging her to keep still, and your eyes involuntarily move to Taissa. She watched the entire thing with an emotion you can’t pick out.
Maybe Tai would hurt Allie.
Maybe Allie had been hurting the team, inadvertently been poisoning the team- but you realized something. Maybe Allie brought poison, but Taissa is poison.
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Long after Allie was taken away in an ambulance, all the girls sit silently in the locker room, getting ready to leave. You stand awkwardly by Shauna, wondering if she still wants to study together, feeling like it’s not the right time to ask.
Finally, Jackie walks around the corner, and addresses the team.
“I know we’re all really worried about Allie. But… maybe it’s not as bad as it looks.”
“You could see her fucking bones, Jackie,” Natalie spits out. “Pretty sure it’s exactly as bad as it looks.”
Jackie inhales and crosses her arms.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna throw up,” Van moans.
“Okay, but, I mean… we’re still a team. And we still have each other.”
“And the Lord works in mysterious ways,” Laura Lee shrugs.
Natalie slams her locker and storms out of the locker room, shouting “Nice work, Taissa,” over her shoulder.
Tai puts her head in her hands.
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You went home without studying, pushing thoughts of Allie’s bloody leg out of your mind.
Shauna had invited you to a party that the rest of the team was going to, and after all that happened, you didn’t have the heart to say no. Shauna and Jackie were apart of the popular crowd that kids who spent most of their time working on the school paper just simply weren’t apart of.
After a while of floating around aimlessly, talking to people you faintly knew, you spotted Shauna leaning against the side of a truck, nursing a beer all alone. You frowned and started to make your way over to her, wondering where Jacke and her boyfriend, Jeff, had run off to.
Until you follow her eyes. She’s staring at the couple, watching Jeff spin Jackie around, before she falls back into her arms, wide smiles etched on their faces like they’re always meant to be there. Like they’re always meant to be like this.
It’s not hard to figure out Shauna is in love with one of them.
“Hey, Shauna,” you smile, leaning against the car next to her.
“Hey, Y/N,” she says, smiling in a way that doesn’t meet her eyes. But with all that happened today, you don’t blame her.
She thinks for a moment longer, before chugging the rest of her beer.
“Sorry,” she mumbles. “Gotta go.”
“Oh. Okay,” you say, not taking any offense to her leaving on account of her tipsy walk.
You watch as she makes her way over to the team, and their talking moves to shouting, which moves to screaming and some of the girls holding others back.
Jackie walks next to you, looping her arm with yours and dragging you forward.
“What’s happening?” she asks, since you were closer to the fight then her. But there’s so many voices overlapping, it’s hard to figure out what anyone’s saying.
You turn to her.
“Well, Shauna’s drunk, I think, so that’s probably something.” Jackie breathes in and nods, letting go of your arm and rushing forward.
“That’s it!” she shouts. “Enough!”
The girls all take a few steps away from each other, and fall silent. Jackie sighs and looks around.
“Yellowjackets! With me!”
And, even though you aren’t technically a Yellowjacket, you’re an honorary one. And your curiosity is getting the best of you. So, you follow them.
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The girls split up into two lines, facing each other, while Jackie paces and tries to find her words. You want them from a few steps behind her, leaning against a tree.
“I don’t know what the fuck that was,” Jackie starts, her pacing coming to an end, “But I do know that it’s over.”
The girls all shift on their feet, looking a little embarrassed.
Jackie smiles a bit. “We’re about to go to nationals! And based on what I’m looking at right now, we shouldn’t even bother getting on that plane.” She shakes her head and looks around.
“Alright. Everybody line up.” No one moves. “No, I’m fucking serious. Line up!” she shouts, clapping, and the girls move into a shaky line. “You too, Y/N,” she says, looking over her shoulder.
Shauna smiles at your confused expression.
“Me?” you ask, pointing to yourself. “Why me? I didn’t do anything!”
“Because you’re an honorary member of this team, okay?”
You cross your arms but eventually make your way to the end of the line, standing next to Shauna.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I want each of you to go down this line and say one nice, true thing about every other girl on this team.”
“What is this, fucking Girl Scout camp?” Tai asks, making the girls all giggle.
“Who wants to go first?”
“I’ll go, Jackie,” says Laura Lee. Jackie smiles and motions for her to go.
She stands in front of Tai.
“Taissa, you are beautiful in the eyes of our Lord.”
“Mhm,” Tai responds, even that simple sound full of sarcasm.
Laura Lee moves onto Van.
“Van, you are beautiful-”
“Oh, my God!” Lottie groans, and you let out a small laugh.
“Laura Lee, fall back!” Jackie shouts, and when everyone is settled again, she takes a deep breath. “Fuck, okay. I’ll go first.”
She walks over to Taissa, purposeful. But Tai looks unimpressed- bored.
“Taissa Turner. You have more fight in you then anyone I’ve ever known. I-I’m inspired by your determination.”
She laughs softly at Taissa’s shocked and confused silence.
“Vanessa Palmer. Your smile makes me feel happy every time I see it.”
“Laura Lee. I truly admire your faith.”
“Natalie. I love that you don’t care what anybody thinks. And you’re so completely yourself.”
“She’s also deadly at beer pong,” Van chimes in, and you and the girls all erupt into laughter.
“So, go on. Tell her!” Jackie exclaims. “Come on, guys.” Everyone sighs, but Shauna turns to you after a second.
“Y/N,” she sighs. “I appreciate how kind you are. You’re always willing to help me study.”
“Thanks,” you smile, and inhale. “Shauna. I love how unwavering you are. You always stick to whatever you put your mind to.” She smiles, before turning to find Taissa. Unwavering, you think to yourself, even when she doesn’t want to be.
“Lottie,” Natalie says, catching your attention. “You never talk shit unless someone really deserves it. Her face breaks out into a smile. “Also, I… like your Pilgrim hat.”
Lottie looks shocked for a moment, before the two of them laugh.
You feel awkward here. You’re not that close with everyone on the team- you’re more like this annoying little reporter who follows their every movement during games. Maybe they invite you to things out of pity, maybe they don’t. But right now, you can tell that your moment is over.
You turn to leave, pushing your hands into your pockets.
“Y/N!” Lottie calls, and your face drops into confusion. “Where are you going?”
When you turn around, her and Natalie are looking at you and smiling.
“Home,” you say, confused.
Natalie shakes her head with a smile.
“C’mere, you little reporter.”
You smile and walk over towards them, and Lottie turns to you.
“Y/N. I love how dedicated you are to writing about our team. And I admire how talented you are.”
You feel a little breathless, but maybe it’s just the air filled with smoke from bonfires and drugs.
“Yeah, Y/N, I know you don’t think we do- but all of us read your column.” Natalie looks right in your eyes. “You’re really talented.”
Maybe it’s the darkness or she drank some alcohol, but it looks like her cheeks are flushed.
“Thanks, Lottie, Natalie,” you say.
Natalie smiles wider. “Call me Nat,” she says, and you almost tell her to call you poison.
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imjussaiyan · 2 months
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Anyone else have a sibling that HAS to have ALL the attention and is entitled as fuck?
My sister is so fucking entitled it makes me sick. And she’s fake on top of it all.
So I know accidents happen and it only takes one time to get pregnant. And I know you’re wondering why this is an issue and you’re probably thinking I’m an asshole.
Well, we live on the family farm with our parents because this country is a hellscape. She was going through trade school, which fine I get them supporting her through that. However, her boyfriend lives here too (that’s partially my parents stupid mistake) and neither of them have a job or source of income.
Like. At all.
My parents FULLY support them financially and otherwise. And they had the fucking nerve to get pregnant and KEEP it..? On someone else’s dime? In a home that there is literally no room for a good damn baby? With a broke ass, dead beat ass fiancé..? Because of course they’re engaged. Idk how they’re going to get married or with what money. She wants to do that before she has the baby. L O FUCKING L.
Oh, but there’s more. Not only did my parents and I pay for her trade school, she slacked off and took too many “personal days” because she was upset about social things at school. Which created MORE fees adding up to 2300 dollars. Which I paid so she could graduate. Bitch. You are almost 22. Shut the fuck up.
ON TOP of that, I found a nice little manufactured home for a low price and showed her because it was cute. Not that I can afford it, but it’s fun to window shop and the bitch says, “I should have mom and dad help me with that.”
Our parents cannot afford to do that. And I told her so. She then gets all sad and butthurt. Like, excuse me? We literally grew up poor as dirt and she thinks our parents are just going to buy her everything? I know they spoiled the fuck out of her and that’s partially why she’s such a selfish brat, but honestly, it’s her personality.
But wait. THERE’S MORE.
Not only is she pregnant on our parents dime, she signed up for state insurance incorrectly and was just going to give up even after our other sister told her exactly how to do it and offered help. Her response? “Oh, mom and dad will pay for it.”
WITH WHAT MONEY, BITCH?!
She does next to fucking nothing around the house and is overly fucking sensitive about anything and everything. She’s also a little bitch ass know it all and she literally has no fucking clue about how anything in this world works, including her own body. Yes. She doesn’t even know how her vagina works and she decides to have a god damn baby that no one can afford.
And now I’m the asshole because I’m NOT excited. Nor do I have to be. She lied about “the condom didn’t fit right.” Then why did you do it? Especially when she KNEW she was ovulating..?
She tried to have a kid with her last fiancé under the same exact circumstances, but aborted that one because she realized it was a bad idea. Mind you, I’m the only one who knows this. If my hyper religious parents found out, they’d go ballistic. Part of me wishes I hadn’t protected her from that. Anyway, she did this shit on purpose. I know when she’s lying and she can’t even keep her lame ass story straight.
I am so done with her rn.
**** UPDATE
He finally got a decent job. Even though he could’ve been working a meager in between one instead of relying on my family for everything for over a year… but whatever I guess. At least he’s got a job now.
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failuretolaunch-story · 6 months
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Failure To Launch - Chapter 1: The Big Reveal
This is my first story... been considering reviving it/picking it back up so I figure I'd post it on Tumblr to see if there's interest... If nothing else, it can live somewhere other that Ao3 (though you can find the whole thing there too https://archiveofourown.org/works/36065059/chapters/89906908)
Be easy on me please <3
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
Not yet. It’s still dark out, he reasoned with himself. His eyes were stubbornly closed, but Alex was awake. There was no use fighting it. 
He’d always been a poor sleeper and a great napper. Up until recently, this never bothered him. On the contrary, he’d argue it served him well at times. It made adapting to his tour schedule easier, it allowed him to be up at odd hours when everyone else was asleep so he could focus on his writing, and his “need” to nap during the day got him out of more than a few unwanted social engagements. Lately, however, his inability to maintain a regular sleep schedule seemed to him like yet another failure in domesticity. Another failure to mature. A failure -- and he realized how ridiculous this sounded in the context of his professional successes -- to launch. 
Resigning himself to the new day, Alex allowed his eyes to open and wander across the space in the bed where a figure should have been. Pauline. He sighed. I am such a dickhead. 
They’ve been together going on four years, and still he’s pulling this shit. This last week was just the latest iteration of the same pattern. She visits; he’s enamoured with everything about her for the first few days; she’s endlessly devoted and bends to his every whim. Then, a switch flips, and before he has a chance to realize its happening, he gets tired of her, his thoughts get meaner and meaner, and, eventually, he finds a ‘subtle’ way to suggest that she pack up and go home to Paris for a little while before he has a chance to say something he’ll regret. Every time, he watches her heart break in her eyes as she smiles and nods and books her trip home, trying to play it cool. Every time, he feels like the asshole he very much is. 
He knew it was getting worse. When some version of this cycle happened in his previous relationships, it would take several months, if not years, before he needed a break from his partners. Even with Pauline, he used to stand her for 2-3 months at a time. Now he’s lucky if the cycle lasts more than three weeks. What is wrong with me?
There was an audible click as the numbers on his vintage alarm clock radio flipped to indicate that it was now 4:00 in the morning. His room was dark, lit only by the warm light of the lamp post in the parkette across from his house finding its way through his open shutters. He loved this about London. Even in his relatively residential pocket of East London, it was never truly dark. Night would fall and the quiet streets would get just dim enough that the smallest of lights would cast long shadows that added new dimensions to entirely familiar scenes. Still, there was always enough light that rarely was anything ever indeed obscured. This was comforting. 
Not comforting: his fucking radiator. For the last month, he and Pauline had been sleeping under a mountain of blankets since the thing wouldn’t turn on and the nights had begun to get cold. She had begged him to call someone to fix it, but he kept putting it off, saying he could fix it himself. Of course, he never got around to it while she was over because they were out most nights, and she wanted to be glued to his side every day. He finally took a stab at it after dropping her off at the airport yesterday, and evidently he did too good a job because it was now bloody boiling in his bedroom.
He sat up with a groan and clambered to the window, pulling it open with little effort. The brisk night air rushed in, tickling his exposed belly. He shuddered but relished in the relief from the heat. 
It was still dark enough out that the sun wasn’t yet teasing the horizon. Usually, when he got up this early, he would sit down with his guitar or notebook and try to write something, but he could tell it wasn’t going to happen this morning. Today was just off. He could sense it. Miserable fucking bastard. 
He needed a reset, a change of scenery, fresh air. He needed to go for a walk.
Pulling on a pair of old, torn jeans and a woolly jumper, Alex grabbed his cigarettes and keys and made his way out the front door.
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Like fucking clockwork. Lydia groaned, woken yet again by her upstairs neighbour’s dog howling for food. Lydia had never met her neighbour more than in passing, but she assumed he must be a baker, a bus driver, a sanitation worker, or some such profession that required him to get up at this ungodly hour.
Every day, like clockwork, her neighbour’s dog would begin howling at exactly 4:00 in the morning. At exactly 4:05, she’d hear her neighbour get up, shuffle about, and presumably feed the beast. At exactly 4:25, she’d listen to the shower turn on for exactly 10 minutes, and by 4:45, she’d hear the door to his flat close, his footsteps go down their shared staircase, and finally, she’d listen to the front door close and lock. That’s when she knew she could go back to sleep.
Lydia waited, already impatient, but when 4:25 rolled around, she heard a new sound. A second set of footsteps. Her neighbour’s voice. A woman’s giggles in response. In her half-asleep state, this irritated her tremendously. She couldn’t care less about her neighbour’s personal life, but she didn’t like a variable being introduced into her morning routine. 
She’d already worked herself up unnecessarily worrying about when she’d be able to go back to sleep when she heard a new noise altogether. The couple laughing, walking back to the bedroom just above her own, and going back to bed. She was temporarily relieved, but then came the unmistakable sound of bedsprings being put to the test. Ugh, fuck this.
She was starving, sleep-deprived, and in no mood to endure this. Her once charming East London converted flat on the first floor of a Victorian terrace house had begun to feel very claustrophobic lately, and she had been using any excuse to step out of it, at any hour. 
Lydia had moved to London from Vancouver about two months ago, and she was beginning to feel like she had made a big mistake. It’s not that there was anything wrong with London, per se. She lived in a lovely residential pocket of Shoreditch, there was always a lot to see and do around, and she was surrounded by creative people and inspiring art, which is why she had chosen London in the first place. 
The problem was that she didn’t think this decision through - it was entirely reactionary. She was months away from turning 30, she was in a long-term relationship that she felt wasn’t going anywhere, and she had been increasingly transitioning into doing freelance work because she hated her corporate 9 to 5. On one particularly dreary day, she stumbled upon an article about a visa that made it easy for people under 30 to move abroad. Feeling her birthday looming around the corner, Lydia impulsively acted on what felt like her last chance for change and applied for the visa to the UK. 
And now here she was: still almost 30, in a long-distance dead-end relationship, struggling to freelance. Only now, she was in a much smaller flat and knew no one in town. Great going, moron.
To avoid hearing any more of the noises coming from upstairs, Lydia threw on warm clothes, packed a book, her laptop, and her sketchbook into her worn leather backpack and headed out the door. 
She didn’t know where she was going, but this escape had become something of a routine in and of itself. Usually, it’d happen a little later when the sun was out, but every day Lydia would pack away her computer and sketchbook and would wander around East London looking for a new and exciting place to work. Today she was just hoping there would be somewhere that was already open. Preferably somewhere that also served coffee. 
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Alex loved how quiet the streets outside his house were at dusk. He loved that he could walk down the usually busy Columbia Rd and not see a single soul. He loved witnessing the buses travelling empty down the empty streets, he loved seeing the sky subtly blush as the sun threatened its arrival, and he especially loved being out when the streetlamps turned off a little too early for it to be comfortably light outside. It felt like the city’s way of dimming the lights before pulling the curtains to reveal a new day. The Big Reveal.
He was out too early for that today. Unfortunately, he was so early that Columbia Rd was still sparsely populated by people stumbling home drunkenly after a night out, giving the largely empty street a vaguely sinister feel. Just another thing that was off today. 
Alex lit a cigarette and forced himself to walk around a bit longer, though he wasn’t sure why. He didn’t want to be home, but he didn’t want to be out either. His familiar streets looked different tonight. Unsettling. It felt to him like time had shifted ever so slightly, and he couldn’t tell if he had been left behind or gone too fast. 
With a sigh, he turned a corner and headed down a street that would take him to the parkette across from his home. 
It was 4:37 am when he approached the patch of green across from his house. It was mostly dark, unlit except for two streetlights: one right across from his home and one on the opposite end of the park to it. Each lit two benches, one on either side of them, but they lay on opposite sides of the path that ran through the park, creating a yin-yang kind of effect. 
Resolved to stay out until at least the Big Reveal, Alex crossed the park and headed towards the benches under the lamp post by his house. Ignoring the carved-out path, he tread straight through the unlit grass, allowing the morning dew to brush his exposed ankles. He rather liked watching the sunrise from this spot  - he’d done it many times before. 
Knowing he had a while yet before sunrise, he got comfy on the closest bench. He drew his earphones out of his pocket, played a familiar record on his phone - Histoire de Melody Nelson - and lay down on the bench with his head directly under the light of the lamp post.
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It was 4:32 when Lydia stepped out her front door looking for somewhere to go. She briefly considered sitting in the little parkette outside her house but decided against it as it was still dark out, and the park was largely unlit. Instead, she turned up a side street that she knew would take her to Columbia Road, where she hoped she would find a coffee shop.
Lydia walked several blocks before realizing this was a lost cause. Of course, nowhere viable as a workspace was open. The only people out at this hour were drunks who were still out from the previous night, and, if she were being honest, she found being alone in their presence somewhat unsettling. She usually prided herself in being fearless and able to handle any situation but alone, in the dark, on an unfamiliar street in an unfamiliar city, her bravado took a back seat to her sense of self-preservation, and she decided to turn around and head home. 
It was 4:47 am. Fifteen minutes had passed since Lydia stepped out her front door, and the sun was now beginning to tease the horizon. It wasn’t comfortably light out yet, and Lydia was grateful the street lights were still on, but she could tell the sun wouldn’t be much longer. 
She turned down the street to her house, planning on sitting and working from the parkette after all. With the sun out, the prospect of being alone in the park seemed less daunting, and she liked that she’d be right by her apartment in case she needed a restroom or snacks.
She approached the park and bee-lined to the nearest bench: the one across from her house that she often stared at from out her living room window when she was lost in a daydream. Focused on starting her morning, she settled in, her back to the side of the bench closest to the lamp post, and fished her sketchbook out of her backpack. She had work she had to do for clients, but she liked to start her day with a simple sketch to motivate her and get her creative juices flowing. So, with her sketchbook and graphite pencil in hand, she finally stopped to observe her surroundings, looking for a subject for her daily sketch. That’s when she noticed she wasn’t alone. 
There he was, across from her, the very picture of relaxation. Lit chiefly by the lamplight positioned almost cinematically over his head, he lay sprawled across the bench, hands crossed behind his head, legs crossed at the ankles, staring longingly straight up at the ever-lighting sky. His pose and his placement made him look so perfectly at ease, but something in his face and the erratic movement of his feet (she presumed they were moving to the beat of his music), suggested some tension. 
She knew at that moment that he was the subject she was looking for. Without hesitation, she began to draw.
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Alex was sufficiently lost in his thoughts when his alarm went off, interrupting the song that was playing on his earphones. It was 5:10 am. He had set the alarm in case he dozed off. The streetlamps got turned off at 5:20 am, and sunrise followed shortly thereafter. He was determined not to miss either event. Alex reached in his pants pocket to turn off the alarm on his phone. In doing so, he turned his head slightly and noticed he was no longer alone. 
He looked over to the other side of the park, properly this time, and noticed the girl - or woman, he should say - on the bench across from him, staring intently at her notebook. He must’ve just been paranoid, but he could have sworn she had just been staring at him before he looked her way. Is she... drawing me? 
He scoffed at himself and dismissed the thought, looking back up at the sky. Your ego is out of control, mate. A few moments passed and still he felt uneasy, certain he was being watched. Again, he cocked his head to the side and this time he was sure he saw her avert her gaze to the page when he looked her way. 
She focused on her sketchbook, her expression changing as she worked. In any other circumstance, he may have found this invasive or off-putting, but something about the way she focused on her page made him think this wasn’t really about him. He recognized something in the way she was working that reminded him of many a time that he’s spent with his notebooks in cafes and pubs, writing about the strangers around him, but not really about any person in particular. It was interesting, being on the receiving end of it, if that’s what was happening. 
Alex kept his gaze on her as she worked, wanting to see if she’d look back in his direction and confirm his suspicions... and then she did. Their eyes locked, and the look of concentration on her face turned to one of embarrassment. He cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked, posing the obvious question, and she responded by turning a bright shade of crimson. 
Adorably, she reminded him of a child caught in a mischievous act that they didn’t regret. She replied to his smirk by scrunching up her face in a cringe and then offering a sheepish, apologetic smile. He couldn’t help but laugh at her cartoonish response, which broke the tension and made her giggle as well. He heard the sound faintly from across the park and something in it made his day feel right again. If he’d been slightly out of step, this put him back in rhythm. 
Without giving it any thought - a concept unheard of for Alex - he sat up, crossed the park, and headed straight towards her. 
Lydia’s heart raced as she watched her subject get up and begin to approach her. She hadn’t been looking at him as a person but rather a character in her sketch, and it was a little unnerving watching him come to life... and what for? Is he coming to confront me? 
Something about his demeanour dismissed that thought immediately. She wasn’t nervous, not really. Just embarrassed. He seemed friendly. His response to catching her, his chuckle at her reaction, the smile he offered her as he walked towards her, it was all reassuring. 
Lydia cocked an eyebrow as Alex approached, and he smirked, trying to hold back what she could tell would have been a mischievous smile. 
“Alright, then. Let’s ‘ave it.” He said, stopping a few feet in front of her, one hand on his hip. He nodded towards her sketchbook. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She smiled. He laughed.
“C’mon, love. You’ve been caught. Least you could do is show me.” His grin was warm and boyish as he attempted to persuade her. As much as it was clear he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer, Lydia was struck by how non-invasive and comfortable this exchange felt. Three sentences with this stranger and it already felt like she was just bantering with an old friend. 
Unable to shake the goofy grin that had been plastered on her face, Lydia gave him a fake, exaggerated eye roll and a deep sigh. She swung her legs forward, making room on the bench beside her for him to sit, and held her sketchbook to her chest. He took his cue and sat beside her. Leaning forwards, forearms resting on his spread knees, Alex looked sideways at her, eyebrow raised, awaiting a response.
Lydia’s heart made a sudden appearance in her throat. “You should know this was just a warm-up exercise and never intended to be seen by anyone... also I don’t show people my work before it’s complete, so this is an exception that I’m only granting because you caught me being a creep. What I’m saying is... you’re not allowed to judge.” she smiled sheepishly and watched the cocky boyishness disappear from his face and get replaced by a look of genuine warmth.
Alex was taken aback by the unexpected change of tone in this exchange. It went from playful to very openly vulnerable, and he adored her for it at that moment. He recognized that feeling of vulnerability when showing your work to someone and kicked himself for putting her in this position with a complete stranger. He’d have hated it if someone had done this to him with his writing. Still, though... he did want to see what she’d drawn. 
He offered his best reassuring smile. “I won’t judge. I’m sure it’s brilliant.” He held out his hand, and - timidly - she handed him her sketchbook. 
There was a silence as Alex took in the sketch, which to Lydia lasted an eternity. Alex was speechless. It was such a simple sketch - a line drawing, stylized like a vintage cartoon, with a few lines in different colours suggesting the atmosphere. But still, it was so expressive. It captured a moment perfectly. There he was at dusk on his familiar street, lying on a bench with a single light illuminating his thoughts, feet wagging, staring at the sky and contemplating... god knows what. It moved him, seeing himself captured in a way that so closely identified with how he was feeling. He rarely had that happen with photographs; he certainly wasn’t expecting to see it in a drawing. Especially one done by a stranger and made to look like a cartoon...
“I love tha’.” He finally said, breaking the silence. Lydia let out a breath she didn’t realize he was holding.
“Like I said, it’s not finished...”
“No, it’s great. It’s exactly how I was feeling. I look... I dunno, really. I’m rubbish at talkin’ about art. But I look like Snoopy or summat. Lyin’ on me little doghouse, contemplating the universe. It looks like one of them cartoons that become an instant classic; it captures a feelin’, y’know?” He didn’t remove his eyes from the page as he spoke.
Lydia smiled at the adorable man before her, getting lost in her work with such sincere childlike wonder. She hadn’t met anyone who reacted to her work in this way before, but this is precisely the reaction she always hoped her work would get. It was a little surreal seeing it finally happen. 
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I bloody love it.” He smiled at the page and turned to her, wide eyes hopeful. “Can I keep it?”
“Oh,” She wasn’t expecting that. “I mean - at least let me finish it for you.” He scrunched up his nose at that, and she laughed at his expression
“I think it’s brilliant the way it is.” He mumbled, looking back at it.
She watched him as his eyes scanned the page again when suddenly the lamp posts in the park turned off, leaving them in the very dim light of the still-brightening sky. 
Alex looked up at the dead lamp post with a look of amused annoyance. “Damn, I missed it,” he muttered mostly to himself.
“The lights? They’re gonna stay off, don’t worry...” Lydia replied teasingly. Alex laughed. 
“It’s just... I dunno. A thing, I do, I suppose. I like watching ’em go off before the sunrise. It’s like the world’s dimming the lights before pulling the curtains and startin’ a show, y’know?” 
Lydia had never thought about it like that. It was nice. It made the momentary darkness into something magical rather than something inconvenient and vaguely threatening. 
“Do you come out to watch them dim the lights often?” 
“No. Well - lately, yes. Only when I can’t sleep, which lately is often.” He smiled sheepishly, staring at the sky beyond the trees at the end of the park. 
Lydia was mesmerized by this friendly stranger and his apparent inability to get a complete sentence out. He was charming, he put her at ease, and it was clear to her that he had a unique way of viewing the world. She allowed herself the indulgence of thinking that she’d just met her first friend in town. 
“Love, I don’t want to cut off our conversation - I wanna convince you to let me have that drawing - but would you mind movin’ with me to the other side of the park? The view of the sunrise is much better from there, and I don’t want to miss it.” His doe eyes were wide as he got up, facing her and offering his hand to help her off the bench. She couldn’t help but smile again. 
“Sure, but you’re not getting the drawing.” She smirked, eliciting a laugh from him. She took his hand to help her off the bench, gathering her bag as she did so. He was still holding her sketchbook, of course. 
Alex watched her as she stood up, taking in her angular features, the way her auburn hair was cut to soften her face, her large, bright, almond-shaped eyes... even this early and clearly undone, he couldn’t deny that she was beautiful. Lydia let go of Alex’s hand once she was standing up, and he noted both the slight rush of excitement he felt when they first made contact and the pang of disappointment he felt when she let go of him. Bloody fool, he scolded himself, you’ve only just met her. 
Alex led them to the other side of the park, staying a step or two ahead of her as if she couldn’t clearly see the path to the bench. Lydia didn’t mind. She didn’t know if it was loneliness or a general lack of self-preservation, but she felt at that moment that she would have followed this strange man anywhere. 
When they reached the other side of the park, they sat on the bench Alex had previously occupied, and he pointed towards a side street that they could see straight down from this angle. “Over there, beyond that row of houses with the big trees at the back,” he gestured to the houses they could see at the end of the street before it curved out of view, “that’s where the sun’ll peak out from. Right behind ’em trees. Bloody best view of the sunrise in this neighbourhood. There are better views in Whitechapel and Victoria Park, but in Shoreditch, this is it.”
Lydia chuckled, “You’ve done your homework.”
He shrugged, “I’ve ’ad many late nights... and many sleepless ones.”
“Ah,” She teased, “tortured artist?”
He let out a loud chortle she wasn’t expecting, which made her giggle in return. “One could say that, I s’pose.” 
Their eyes met; they held each other’s gazes a little too long. 
“I’m Alex, by the way.” He offered her a big goofy smile and extended his hand.
“Lydia.” She returned the expression and shook his hand enthusiastically. He noted the excitement again when they touched. 
“Ly-di-a,” He rolled her name around in his mouth, getting a feel for it. “That’s pretty.”
“Thanks.” She hoped it was still dark enough out that he hadn’t picked up on the blush that crept into her cheeks. It wasn’t, and he had. He loved it. 
Another moment passed as they sat staring at one another. Finally, Alex broke their eye contact, looking up at the sky beginning to change colours. He fixed his gaze at the end of the street. “Look at that...”
Lydia followed his eyes. As if on cue, the sun showed itself, rising from beyond the now silhouetted trees like a great ball of fire, setting the world ablaze in hues of pink, yellow, and orange contrasting against the fading night sky. 
She was rendered speechless at the sheer beauty of it. Alex wasn’t kidding - this was something to behold. The world was still as they sat in astounded silence, watching the sun claim its place in the sky. Finally, when the day was a little brighter, and the sky was beginning to settle into its usual light blue hues, Alex broke the silence with a wistful mutter. “On with the show...”
Next Chapter...
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Yeah so I think this is going to turn into a series cause this one started to get too long so im gonna put it in a part 3 if anything they'll be 4 parts too it maybe 5? Anyways ill call it arranged marriage with gojo and here's part 1 if u want to read it
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You were supposed to be getting married today but instead you were leaving the gojo estate
As you left one thing filled your mind
Relief
That was the main feeling you felt as you finally cut ties from that man
Relief with a twinge of sadness
After all it was years of your life basically waisted trying to win him over but he never even gave you a chance
At least not until he thought you were pretty enough
"He tried to apologize y/n...that has to count for something? You can't just throw all the time we've put into you away." You remembered your mother's words to you
Everyone was trying to make you go through with it but you're mind was made up
None of them could understand
No one would be able to understand what you had to go through mentally dealing with Gojo all these years
Yes when you were younger the two of you teased and messed with each other
But as you got older you stopped but he didn't
He only got worse
And at one point you understood why
Yeah it sucked being engaged to someone since the age of five with no choice in the matter
But he wasn't the only one going through that. You thought you'd find common ground in that but he only seemed to want to push you away
And he finally succeeded
"Y/n!"
Your name was called out right before you got in the backseat of the car to take you home
And then you saw Satoru running towards you
Your first reaction was to ignore him but he kept yelling for you until he finally caught up
"Gojo..."
"Don't leave." He told you breathing heavily
"Gojo I told you already I'm not marrying you and there is nothing you or anyone can say to change my mind."
"Look I get it, I was an ass-i am an ass but give me a chance?"
You wanted to laugh in face, "a chance?"
But gojo was serious, "look all this time together couldn't be for nothing."
You pushed his hand off your shoulder, "nothing? You made it for nothing Satoru. I had been patient I tried you were the asshole and now wh-"
"And now I'm asking you to give me another chance-"
"I'm not marrying you."
"I'm not asking for marriage I'm asking for a date."
"A date?"
Satoru took off his glasses, "just a date, that's all I'm asking we've been on play dates before so let's go on our first real one."
"Why should I?"
"Please just give me a chance to make it right let me show you I'm not only a dick...please."
You know you should get into the car and leave him
But a secret part of you that never wanted to admit it wished the last 15 years of your life wasn't a waste
You wished things did work out
So you closed your eyes and sighed "One date that's all."
"That's all I need." He smiled
You rolled your eyes as you got in the car
"Wait, I thought you said you'd give me a chance?"
"Yeah, but not today." You laughed, "call me when you have the date planned out. If you still have my number that is."
"Wait," gojo is smiling, "how do you know I don't already have it set?"
"Because I know you Satoru." And without saying anything else you rolled up the window left
Satoru couldn't deny the electricity he felt from just your words. How could he have been this oblivious to you until now?
"Fuck, I gotta marry her." Gojo said as he watched the car drive away
It's the same day when he's with Suguru talking trying to think of the perfect date
"What's something y/n likes? Like her favorite color? Or food? What does she even do for fun?"
Suguru rolls his eyes at him, "15 years you've known her and you can't even name one thing she likes."
Gojo rubbed his face getting frustrated "I know, I know im shitty Satoru...but I'm trying to do the right thing now." He snapped back, "Now tell me something- Anything about her."
Suguru isn't one hundred percent sure if he should help
Cause he saw how his friend hurt you over and over until you went away
And he didn't want to say it out loud but over the years he's grown quite the crush on you
Because unlike Gojo he stopped being immature and got to know you
And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little happy when he heard you canceled the wedding
He thought maybe this was the opportunity he always wanted
It wasn't like you and gojo had a good realtionship anyway so he never felt guilty about his feelings for you
But here you was giving him another chance why? He wanted to know
But also he wondered if he should help or potentially sabotage...but than again this was Gojo you were talking about
He was sure he'd figure out how to screw himself so maybe he should help
"(Favorite flower)"
"Huh?"
"She likes (fave flowers, color, food, animal.")
Satoru frowned, "You...know an awful lot about her..."
Suguru just shrugged before leaving , "I just listened to her when she talks."
Gojo sat there thinking about it but then he smiled he knew something about you
Granted it was stuff he should have already known
But he was determined the two of you were going to have the perfect date
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a/n: welcome back! i’m back with another update :). we are entering the final couple chapters and it makes me feel sad </3. I hope you guys enjoy this! thank you again for your patience.
pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader
warnings: modern au, college au, cursing, some mentions of anxiety, mentions of cheating, mentions of past relationships, angst, fighting (not physical).
The Beach: Chapter Thirty-One
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���Konan..” you said. “Someone’s here..”
Konan’s eyebrows knitted at your words. She didn’t like the tone of your voice. You sounded worried. She wondered if it was possible that Obito was here. He knew where the two of you resided, so it wouldn’t be much of a shock if he was standing right outside the door. 
She came beside you with concern written all over her features. She honestly prepared herself for the absolute worst because she knew there were two horrible possibilities. She didn’t want anyone harassing you. If she needed to, Konan would call the cops or campus police to deal with the situation. She didn’t want anymore of these assholes coming around trying to mess with you. You already had enough bullshit to deal with, and she was tired of seeing you hurt because of them. She prayed that it was someone you both knew and not who she thought it was. 
Though, judging by the expression on your face, it didn’t seem good. 
You weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t know how he got your address or how he was aware of where you lived. What the fuck were you going to do now? There was no way you could face him without either breaking down, or screaming at him in a fit of rage. Either option would lead to some serious shit going down, and you didn’t know how you could handle it. Should you step out there? Wait until he leaves? God, you had to make a decision and fast or else things were going to come to a boiling point and you’d be forced to make a decision. 
Konan stared at you with an intense expression. She was serious. It almost gave you chills from the way she was looking at you. In all honesty, her facial expression could probably scare kids into never coming back to your apartment complex. “Who is it..?” she questioned, trying to keep her voice low so whoever was on the other side couldn’t hear her speaking to you. 
Your eyes shifted from the doorknob to where your best friend was standing. Her honey eyes were fixated on where you were right next to her. Your heart rate spiked the second you made eye contact with her. “It’s.. Itachi..” you then looked down at the floor, trying to avoid her gaze. You could practically feel the atmosphere shift the second you had said his name. She was most definitely not happy hearing that name. 
Konan’s anger was visible on her face. She reached for the doorknob and almost twisted it open the second you replied. She was pissed off now. Why the fuck was he here? He didn’t deserve to speak, nor engage with you. Itachi had put you through hell and back your freshman year, and she wasn’t about to let him walk in and try to sweet talk you. He had some fucking nerve stepping into your complex and expecting a calm discussion with you. He was a piece of shit. He needed to hear it. 
You placed your hand around her wrist, preventing her from opening the door in front of her. Konan’s gaze was removed from the knob and was placed on your face. She could see the way your face had screamed for her to not go out there. “(Y/N)..” she shook her head. “He needs to leave.. please don’t tell me you’re going to go out there and speak with him! He was a piece of shit to you and I don’t want him to get in your head!”
A shaky sigh left your lips at her words. She was completely right. Itachi didn’t deserve to speak with you after all that he had done. He was a horrible guy for what he did to you, and it was no surprise that Konan was being defensive. After all, she was the only other person who wanted to help you after the breakup. She had a point, but you wanted to tell him off. This was your business and dragging Konan into it might not end very well. Itachi would listen if it was you, but her? Probably not. 
You looked at Konan with a stern face. As much as you would appreciate her help, you knew that this would only end if you went out there and faced what you had been running from for the past year. “Konan, I’ll go out there. This needs to end and I want him to leave, so let me deal with this. I promise if I need you, I’ll call for you.” you tried sounding reassuring, but your voice was somewhat wavering. 
She honestly couldn’t believe what you were saying. Konan wanted to disagree and protest, but she also knew she was right. It was your issue and Itachi wasn’t someone Konan was involved with. She was still worried for you though, because seeing what he did to you, he knew that this could open a really bad can of worms. “Are you sure? (Y/N).. he-“
“I’m sure. Just leave it to me.” you interrupted, removing your hand off of her wrist. 
Her mouth opened to speak once again, but then she closed it. She decided to just let you be. You were mature and old enough to make your own decisions, especially when it came to Itachi. You also knew how to stand up for yourself. She had faith in you. She knew you wouldn’t crack and crumble to him. “Alright.. just say the word and I’ll crack him over the head.” she then backed away from the front door so you could walk out of it.
You nodded your head, then put your hand on the doorknob. You took a deep breath, trying to collect every single thought that was swirling around your brain. You swallowed down everything inside you, then proceeded to pull on the front door to open it. 
The door opening caught Itachi’s attention. He thought for a brief second that you weren’t home or that he possibly had the wrong address, but he was shocked to see that you had appeared in the doorway. You seemed tired. Your hair was somewhat tossed around and you had these bags underneath your eyes. He had seen that sight before. He saw it plenty of times when you’d spend the night at his place, or when you’d first wake up and he’d call you for your morning FaceTimes. You were still so beautiful. 
You shut the door quickly behind you, avoiding eye contact with your ex-boyfriend. You could feel his eyes boring into your head. It was quite awkward, but his presence annoyed the absolute shit out of you. “Why are you here? How the fuck did you find my place?” you got straight to the point, because who the fuck cared about beating around the bush with pointless conversation. 
Itachi expected nothing less from you. However, it was the exact opposite of what he had seen last night. You always had such a bold and defensive personality towards people who wronged you, and he shouldn’t have been shocked to see it come out at him. “I just wanted to talk with you..” he placed his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “And.. I got your address from an old friend.” 
You scoffed at his reply. You’d also make sure to find that old friend and remind them to never hand over your address to your damn ex. There was honestly nothing to talk about anymore with him. You didn’t want to hear anything either. “I’m gonna stop you right there.” you sounded serious this time. “I don’t care what you have to say. There is nothing to talk about anymore, and I don’t want to see your face here. Do me a favor, and get the fuck away from me or else I’ll call the cops.” 
His expression shifted to a more surprised one now. He honestly thought you’d say the exact opposite, but judging by your angry face, he knew you weren’t going to listen. “Are you-“
“I’m sure. Don’t ever come back here or I will get the police involved, we good on that?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows.
Itachi kissed his teeth at your reply. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to say much, and he didn’t want to have to deal with the police being involved with this. He decided to just let it go. He’d probably try some other time, but for now, he was going to leave you be. You were still angry with him and he knew that was probably never going to change. “Alright, fine!” he placed his hands in the air defensively, then turned down the hall to head towards the exit of your apartment complex. 
You watched tensely as he disappeared around the corner of the hallway. All of those high nerves you had began to fall when you realized he was now gone. 
You were honestly in complete shock with everything that had just gone down. You were for sure going to speak with your friends to remind them that Itachi shouldn’t be given any information on your whereabouts from here on out. He had to be some kind of fool to believe you would just give in and speak with him. You prayed this was the last time you’d ever interact with him. Maybe this was your sign to get your shit together and quit moping around your damn room all day. Itachi seeing you vulnerable only gave him the chance to infect your mind. You didn’t need that at all. 
A sigh of relief left your mouth. You then decided to go back into your apartment and inform Konan of what just occurred. You wouldn’t be shocked if she was behind the door with her ear pressed against it. 
“(Y/N)?”
A voice calling for you just a couple feet away made you freeze in your spot. All of the blood inside your body had gone cold, and your heart began to race rapidly. You knew that voice. It was easily recognizable from a mile away. You thought that this would be the last of your issues, but it seemed like a new one piled up whenever you felt somewhat fine. However, you were not expecting to see him coming to visit you. Not now. 
Your head lifted from the floor and you turned so you could see Obito. He seemed somewhat serious and almost hesitant to talk with you. That familiar anger that you had just a few minutes prior had resurfaced once again. He had some fucking nerve coming here, just like Itachi. After everything you heard from Rin, you never imagined you’d see the same man who dropped you just a few weeks ago standing before you. It was honestly hard to read him. You wondered what he wanted or what his motives were. In all honesty, you didn’t think he deserved a calm discussion either. 
There was a small moment of silence between the two of you. Obito hadn’t seen you since the party, and he was honestly worried. After hearing about what your ex had done, there was guilt that plagued his heart. He understood everything and he wished he wasn’t such an idiot. Although you seemed physically the same, he could tell you weren’t the same person inside. 
Gathering all of the courage inside you, you turned your body to face the man. He looked the same as ever. If you got closer, you could smell the aroma of his cologne he often wore whenever the two of you hung out. It was honestly hard to believe that you hadn’t spoken, nor been this close to him in weeks. “What do you want, Obito?” you looked up at him with irritated eyes. A look he hadn’t expected you to give him, ever. 
He honestly didn’t know what to respond with. What was he truly here for? 
Obito had felt disgusted with what he had done and said about you. He knew no amount of apologies would ever make you forgive him, but he wanted you to know that he was sorry. “I just wanted to talk with you.. (Y/N).” he replied. “I know things are shit right now, but-“
“But, what? After all that you’ve said about me.. you want me to just talk with you like it’s nothing?!” your voice grew louder this time, which made Obito’s eyes grow wide.
He knew you were right, but he still wanted to try and speak with you. He wanted to explain his side and let you know that he regretted all that he had said. He honestly wished he could reverse time and tell himself to take a look at the bigger picture. Obito was such a fucking idiot. “I know you’re upset, but you have got to hear me out! There’s so much shit I want to tell you.” he tried walking closer to you, but you immediately stepped backwards. 
A scoff came from your lips. You honestly couldn’t believe what he was trying to say to you. What was there to explain? What was there for you to hear? He was almost a bigger idiot than Itachi was. No matter what, Obito hurt your feelings and what he said was unforgivable. They always say people come back when they realize what they lost in another person, and Obito was a prime example of that. “What is there to explain, Obito? How I’m a slut? A whore? Let me think about what else you said..” you spat. “I don’t want to hear a single goddamn thing from you, so get out or else I will call the cops.”
“But, (Y/N)-“
“I mean it, Obito! I don’t want to hear shit from you, so go!” you interrupted, pointing at the other end of the hallway. 
He was about to continue talking, but he knew that he wasn’t going to get through to you no matter how much he protested. Obito took a step back and turned around to walk away from you. He honestly didn’t think things were going to end this way. All he wanted to do was just explain the misunderstanding, but he knew it was too late for that. You honestly deserve someone better than him. He just wished he didn’t fuck up. He knew he cared about you, but he was too angry to ever stop and think for a moment. 
It seemed like you were done with him for good.
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From Chef's Kiss to Lizard Lovers, I don't know what to tell you, friend's. I'm just here for it. Blame it on AO3 throwing me off, idc, I love these two dingdongs. I'm just here for the feels. whichever way they blow. this is part 4 of a thing. 1 , 2 , 3
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In which Richie seeks out some advice.
"So boom, she tells me, she 'don't date'. What the fuck does that even mean?"
"She a lesbian? She don't do men? Don't take it personal, Richie baby," Tina replies.
Richie's been standing over her telling some annoyingly long story of some girl he met at bar and couldn't get a read on.
"Whoa, no, no, no! Tina, my gaydar- no..." he searches for the PC term and comes up with, "My Queer detector..? is usually spot on. I can tell when a woman don't want to be bothered by a man.
Besides he's hit on plenty carpet munchers- NO, lesbians - in his miserable dating life. He knew queer when he saw it.
"No, she said datings hard so she'd just rather not"
"Well, then there you go! She doesn't want to date right now," Tina rolled her eyes up at him. Men. "Why can't men just take a woman at her word? Why ya always gotta be reading into some shit. She don't wanna date, so what? The poor girl's probably tired of attracting bum-ass pendejos with nothing going on whatso-eva and figures, Hey! I can do bad all my lonesome, y'know. Shit, AA batteries and a bottle of wine have kept me company plenty of nights, y'know what sayin'?"
"Yeah."
Richie sipped his coffee and considered that maybe Syd didn't want to date because she'd been hurt by some asshole in the past. But even so the kid's too fucking young to be giving up on her love life, she's barely even got out the gate. And she don't really seem like some of the bitter sad lonely women who usually blow him off with that 'I'm not dating right now', 'I'm taking some time to myself' bullshit.
Maybe, Tina's right and she just don't wanna be bothered with the dating scene. Hell, he's been on enough dating sites himself to not argue with her there. But does she not want to bother finding someone to date... or does not want to engage with anyone ever period? Is she not bothering with men (or women, be inclusive motherfucker) or not bothering with sex?
Sheeh, he rubs on that spot between his eyebrows. There's that fucking headache he's been nursing since he drove Syd home last night.
His mind's been chasing circles around itself trying to figure out what the fuck Sydney meant by that 'Do I look like the type of girl that goes out?' bullshit.
Because, yes, she looks like the type of girl that goes out to him. She's young, beautiful, and fucking talented as shit, how the fuck does she have trouble finding a date?!
Nah, she can't have trouble finding someone that wants to date her. She's probably just picky as fuck. A girl like Sydney fucking Adamu has high goddamn standards and she should. The kid's a fucking rock star chef, she clearly has no time for any piece of shit gavones slowing her down. She's making moves, she's got aspirations and shit. She ain't got time for the likes of you-
Nope. We're not going there.
Tina finally shoo's him out of her station, telling him to go get in somebody else's way for a little bit.
Once again his eyes drift over to Sydney where she's making laps through the kitchen with that damn clipboard she has glued to her hand. He tracks her to the walk-in and decides to get in her way for a little bit.
"Yo, pipsqueak," he greeted her as she squatted to check the lower shelves.
"Richie. Did you just hear that?" Syd tilted her head to the side. "It sounded like me using your actual fucking name, how weird is that?"
"Oh, that's funny, real cute. No, listen, quick question: how come a girl like you isn't dating anybody?" Richie shrugged, fuck it. Why not get it straight from the source.
"A girl like me?" She stood up and stuck her chin out at him and warning lights flashed in the back of his brain. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean-?"
"No, not like that, I just meant-"
"A girl like me? Like I'm some goddamned wierdo or something?"
"A girl that is you, you specifically! I didn't say you were a weirdo, did you hear me say you're weirdo-"
"I'm a girl and I don't date because I don't wanna fuck date, Richie, like is that okay with you-"
"NO, you didn't 'cause you're doing that thing where you put words in mouth and try to make me sound like a fuckin' dick! My ex-wife did that shit-"
"Like you're a fucking pillar of dating wisdom and I should take advice on my fucking love life from the likes of you!"
"All I did was ask a fucking question, you gotta bite my head of immediately, whadd're on your monthly on something whutthafuq-"
"When's the last time you were in a healthy- my monthly! What The Fuck does my period have to do with you coming in here and attacking me and my choices?! I told you about that misogynist shit-"
"And what is that supposed to mean- the likes of me?! I was married 12 years thank you hon-"
"Hey, hey, HEYYY!"
"WHAT?" they yelled at the new comer.
"Whatever this is knock it off or take it outside, you're scaring the newbies!" Tina's tone wasn't playing around. "Take a walk, Richie."
"Oh, I gotta take a walk? She's the one- Fine," he walked away, counting to five under his breath.
Jesus fucking Christ, this is why he didn't just ask her in the first place.
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Fak poked his head around the corner of the changing and hoped the yelling was over.
The last time Richie and Syd really went at each other there was actual bloodshed involved and though he looks tough, Faks kinda squeamish. Truth is Sydney kinda scares him a little. Lots of fire, small package. She's got that underestimated, underdog vibe about her and those motherfuckers do not pull punches.
No. Fak is not lookin for a fight.
Syd stalks out of the walk-in and sets a tub of something labeled cherry brine down hard on the countertop.
Fak's got warning bells chiming in the back of his mind. He grew up in a fairly volatile household so he's got a fifth sense about when people are going to start throwing things...
He slowly approaches Sydney -
Wait.
is it a fifth sense or a sixth sense? no that's movie, right? sight, smell, sound, touch...
"What do you want Neil? I do not have time for bullshit today!"
Fuck what was he gonna say again? "No, sorry, Syd. I was just gonna see if you needed any help with anything. I'll get outta your way."
"No." She puts her hand out to stop him. She softens her tone immediately, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to bite your head off there. You're not in my way at all."
"Is everything okay, chef?" he asks, less tense now that she's loosened her deathgrip on that clipboard of hers.
"I'm just feeling a little frustrated, i guess."
"What's up?"
"Y'know.. It's like..." She starts and stops a couple times before finally, "I just think that some topics are inappropriate for a work setting, y'know? Like, my personal life is my personal life. I leave that shit outside of those doors when I come here, so that when I'm here I can focus on being here. Doing everything that needs to get done, y'know. And I-I don't think that that makes me strange or like, unusual, to wanna prioritize my career. This restaurant is a big deal for me, and I just want it to be great, right, like we all should want that, so-so why is it some big deal if I'm not like interested in loosing focus or wasting time on some..." she catches herself. "I want the very best for this restaurant and this team. If that means i have to give it everything i got for a while, then that's just what it takes."
"I hear you, Chef. But. That sounds... a little lonely, to be honest."
"No. It's... just. Easier?" She didn't really seem so convinced anymore.
"I mean, its your life. Nobody can tell you how to live it. But when do you get to enjoy it?" Fak asked.
Sydney studied the the lid of the tub in front of her for a long moment before raising her eyes to meet Fak's.
"You're kinda wise, you know that? You've got like, layers to you, Fak."
"Thank you! I've been saying that for years and nobody fucking believes me."
"Thanks for listening to me, Neil. I appreciate it."
"Of course, chef. Anytime."
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The restaurant's resident handyman found Richie sitting in a booth at the front of the store.
Richie had gone just about as far as he could get from the kitchen without actually sitting out on the sidewalk.
 Fak asked him, “What is up with you man? I heard Tina throw you out of the kitchen.” 
Richie scoffed, “Tina didn't throw me out of anywhere. I left of my own accord, thank you very much.” 
“Oh really?,” he claimed. "Then why is Sydney in there chopping vegetables like I don't know like they’re…I don't know,  like she's angry at them.”
“I don't know what the fuck Sydney's problem is today,” Richie tapped a cigarette out of its box and put it to his mouth before remembering he was in the dining room of their restaurant and that was a no-no now.  “Listen, all I asked is why isn't a girl like her dating anybody. And she just took my head off for no reason! I mean, is that like, an unreasonable question? No, I'm not an unreasonable guy.”
“Well,” Neil suggested, “maybe she was uncomfortable talking about it.” 
“Okay, but like it's a simple fucking question.”
“Maybe it doesn't have a simple fucking answer, you ever think of that.” 
He hadn’t thought of that. 
“You know I read this article when my cousin Denny came out as Diane, and it basically said that sometimes some people don't necessarily feel a romantic love or feel like a need for romantic love and sometimes people don't even really feel like a sexual desire associated with like romantic feelings either… So maybe, Syd doesn't, y’know have romantic feelings for anybody and so she can't see herself dating and that's why she doesn't. Or maybe she's into women, I don't really know. Or maybe she just wants to focus on her career instead of jumping into a relationship. Could be anything. Either way it's not necessarily like any of our business, right? I mean, she's a co-worker, so I can see how she might feel that some of her personal space and privacy had been, y’know, kind of invaded by you asking all these questions.”
Dammit. He made good points. Jesus christ, how annoying.
“Well you know what Fak? Excuse me for trying to get to know my coworkers, okay. Just because I want to know a little bit about somebody doesn't make me a-a bad person. I'm not automatically an asshole for asking questions. I'm just trying to fucking understand, you know and she just wants to bite my fucking head off like I'm somebody's fucking chew toy or some shit.”
“Like you’ve never jumped down Syd’s neck for no reason. Do you remember Fenway?”
“That was… a totally different situation," Richie shrugged, dismissing Fak with a shake of his head. He stood up from the booth buttoned his suit jacket. “Look, I’ve got to get back to work, Fak. Quit wasting time. Every second counts, chef." 
With that, Richie left him standing there, trying to remember why he came in in the first place. 
"Taste!" he exclaimed to the server drying glasses behind the bar. "That's the fifth sense, taste."
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glambyk · 6 months
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I’m about half way through the kdrama Nevertheless… and Miss Na-bi kinda annoying me 😫. Now I completely understand her, and she is a real ass relatable character, but I’m ready to hop in the show and sit her down with some perspective and advice at this point.
That ex was EXTREME trash!!! From the power dynamic, gaslighting, control, humiliation, flat out emotional abuse. He can go to hell 🤷🏽‍♀️. He did a complete number on her mental/emotional state and self esteem. She seriously needed to focus on herself before all the things with Jae-eon.
Now, I don’t feel either of them are terrible people, since so far I can see each perspective (Na-bi’s more due to inner monologuing). She needed to listen to those tingling thoughts to back off Jae-eon because she was not ready to entertain him. He’s not the type of guy you entertain when you have fresh trauma. Anything anyone said about him, she took it as gospel and shaped who he was as a person off that. She also was simultaneously creating a fantasy in her head about him as well. I get immediate attraction, but she got way too invested from the first moment, then when she knew their ideas on relationships weren’t lining up, she needed to let it go.
As much as she accused Jae-eon of playing a game and not caring or being too casual… she was playing the game too. The situation was laid out in front of her and she proceeded to engage. She judged every comment he made, but also wasn’t being real with herself and communicating because she wanted to stay in her fantasy bubble. She didn’t want anyone to know they were close, but was upset when people caught on, and then was mad at him about other people’s comments. People were talking shit about him as well, but she glossed over that and deemed it acceptable, since she literally doesn’t consider him to have feelings. It comes off as Na-bi not seeing Jae-eon as his own person due to projecting a lot of her issues onto him and hanging on to everyone else’s opinions. There was no point in doing anything with him if she was going to obsessively work herself up over every little thing related to him.
Jae-eon gave immediate fuck boy vibes. He’s a big flirt and a general decent guy though, so he’s a more likable fboy type. His attraction to Na-bi’s looks and personality hooked him, so he ran his usual game, but I was pleased to see him be clear about the dating/relationship stance. My problem is once you start having sex with someone, you need to be up front about hooking up with others as well. Don’t play with folks health like that, and give them the chance to opt out if they don’t like the setup. So far I can’t tell if he’s having sex with Seol-a as well, but assuming so, that’s the part he needed to be clear with Na-bi about. And names didn’t even have to be shared, but transparency on sex partners would’ve been better. However, Jae-eon wasn’t being an asshole to Na-bi, or playing her out in my opinion seeing as how he already stated he doesn’t date. No matter how cute their situation was, no one updated the status to an exclusive dating relationship.
His reputation… he played into it big time. He knows how girls view him, so it should be no shock when one decides to be hot and cold with him. In the same token though, if these girls gonna be willingly hooking up or whatever with him, the judgement shouldn’t be one sided if all parties know what it is up front 🤷🏽‍♀️. It’s also just as messed up to seek him out and use him for their own reasons as well. The way the students were gossiping and talking shit about him… Jae-eon doesn’t seem to have any real friends, and that they liked being around him for good/bad drama or fringe benefits. From his perspective, I can understand not being vulnerable with any of his peers, and riding out that toxic reputation until graduation. He appears to have genuine feelings for Na-bi, but it’s gonna require him getting real with himself and opening up with her. Just like she’s gonna have to do with him. If he wants a relationship with anyone, he’s going to have to address why he chose to to build this reputation and properly deal with past flings if they pop up.
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Some of the summaries I have seen state that Doumeki is just now understanding that Yashiro cares for him so I am not sure if he did get that Yashiro had feelings for him all this time. He may have wanted to keep the tattoo hidden more out of his own guilt. I do feel like they need to meet each other halfway and provide each other with verbal reassurance. All this time, Yashiro seemed to prefer engaging in rough sex with other men and outright rejecting Doumeki and that must have taken some kind of toll as well. I don’t think Doumeki will go right back to being earnest and open with his feelings without Yashiro taking the lead. He kissed him this time because Yashiro lost control of himself so we may see more of that in the future. I also don’t know if I would ship Yashiro and Doumeki anymore if Yashiro did have sex with Inami or Kido or anyone else after this point. I understand that healing isn’t linear but it would start feeling like it is coming at the cost of Doumeki’s desires and feelings if that makes sense. But it does seem like Yashiro needs Doumeki to heal so idk. I know that Yashiro doesn’t act with malicious intent and I am not attacking him in any way and I acknowledge that he is the main character. But I also empathize with Doumeki and don’t want it to become a relationship where it is at the expense of one character if that makes sense.
i haven’t read the full chapter so i can’t say for sure. everything i’ve written is a conjecture based on previous chapters and the summary my friend gave me (she’s a fluent reader of japanese). so in no way am i making firm conclusions.
i would be surprised if doumeki hasn’t known yashiro has feelings all this time. he may not know the extent of yashiro’s feelings, but he says in ch. 26 that he’s got the sense yashiro cares for him. more importantly, that conversation in tsunakawa’s bath suggests a doumeki who knows yashiro’s hiding his feelings. the way he responds to yashiro’s provocation by grabbing him, pulling him close, and playing sexual chicken? he moves confidently. he asks, “if it’s all the same, why can’t you do it [with me]” like he already knows the answer.
but it’s one thing to know yashiro has feelings and another to feel secure and happy about those feelings. how can doumeki feel secure when all yashiro does is reject him for fuckbois or violent assholes? knowing someone cares for you doesn’t mean you’re not hurt or even traumatized when they constantly push you aside, especially when they push you aside for much lesser men they don’t even care for. doumeki has been devastated by yashiro’s evasive bullshit. yashiro shot him and left him behind; there’s no way that knowing yashiro loves him can magically erase all the insecurities he carries.
this is why i’m not exactly celebrating: it’s great they’re admitting their feelings for one another. but that doesn’t solve all the deeper issues in their relationship and certainly doesn’t solve their trauma. it’s only a start, and things could get worse from here. yashiro doesn’t owe doumeki sex or a romantic relationship, but doumeki would be within his right to walk away for good if yashiro runs back to kida. that’s how relationships work: we are all allowed to make our own choices, but all choices have consequences. i don’t think doumeki will walk away, but we don’t have to agree with his decisions to accept that he’s allowed to make them for himself. likewise, i don’t think all of yashiro’s actions can be justified because of his trauma. sometimes he’s simply an immature, vindictive bitch. having trauma doesn’t mean you get to lead people on and fuck others in front of them. if he makes that choice, i would hate it. i would understand why he did it, but even if it’s a way to pull his defenses back into place, he’s not entitled to doumeki’s indulgence just because the man loves him.
i understand what you mean by not wanting one person to get swallowed up by a relationship. thankfully, doumeki doesn’t strike me as the type who’s going to let yashiro get away with the same evasion as before. even though he’s always been protective and caring towards yashiro, he’s also been stubborn when he wants. he doesn’t let yashiro do whatever he wants; he picks his battles. that’s always been true. yashiro even points out doumeki’s stubborn streak.
i also go back and forth on shipping. they have so much chemistry but it’s still unknown whether they are really good for one another. they could be. but there’s no guarantee they will be.
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Owls!OT4
continued from here (moved to a new thread to use Beta editor):
When Rye leans into the kiss that Jayn presses to her head, Jayn already knows what her friend, her college sweetheart, is going to do. She's smiling on the inside, and that makes her feel sick--guilty, because it's the little bit of Owl that she hasn't scraped off. It's the part of her that goes into a bloodthirsty rage when she's confronting someone who's hurt innocent people, especially children. It's the part of her that used to seduce tall men with dark hair and green eyes, or curvy women with red hair, telling them whatever they wanted to hear so they wouldn't mind too much when she came on their fingers screaming someone else's name. It's the part of her that she fears she was born with, evidenced by when she looks back and sees all the times she got in trouble with her mom. She feels horrible because she knows she told Rye exactly what she needed to, in order to get the girl to say yes.
Janice Wayne was an Owl. But Jayn Katherine Loren isn't.
"I think Rye should be with me a couple of hours before. Just me." She holds her hand up in Tim's direction, stopping him before he can bark some snippy retort or start planning her '"accidental" death. "If it's like this again, where it's all four of us together, Dick will know we're planning something." They'd all been trained to be paranoid enough. "He knows that Rye and I have a past, and it'll seem like we're just catching up, which we are. We'll talk...and then I'm going to train her. The way Selina trained me." Selina, bless her, actually wasn't a creep of any kind, so she hadn't touched Jayn so much as let her watch while the Pussycat (it was the name of her establishment, but you were supposed to call her Mistress) showed her some seduction techniques. "It'll keep Dick satisfied...until we come in." She also planned on giving Rye a nice bath, maybe with some candles, to help her wind down, but Tim didn't need to know that. He'd die of jealousy.
Tim feels like a goddamn raccoon trying to hiss and fend off the asshole humans who are dumb enough to ask for their trash back. Why is Jason seriously trying to fight for Jayn's affection when she's obviously got her own agenda?, he's wondering. Tim was pretty fucking sure that she hadn't bothered trying to contact her lost love since she first left. Jason should've given up on her and buried his face in the cunt of Ultraman's niece Kara, like he seemed so eager to do the few times that they happened to be in the same room together. She might've (accidentally) killed him, depending on how she liked it, but at least he wouldn't be pining and looking pathetic now. And of course, Tim's glaring daggers at Jayn every second he isn't focused on trying to murder Dick. Why did she conveniently arrive the night he privately announced his engagement to Rye? Maybe Jayn's whole presence is just a test from their father...but he can't attack her yet. As much as he hates to admit it, Jayn is part of Rye's chance to survive her time alone with Dick.
So when Jayn gives Rye a chaste kiss, Tim is initially livid. If Rye hadn't come back to him a second after Jayn kissed her head, he would have found a reason to put the brunette in a chokehold. But Rye manages to calm him with her yes. He wraps his arm (possessively) around her waist, whispering how she's gonna be perfect, and he'll never see it coming. When Jayn begins to deliver the specifics of her plan, he clenches his jaw (something his dentist had warned him against doing any more than he already had). "It's up to you," he tells Rye, and he means it. Because once Dick (and Bruce, since he won't stand for his oldest's assassination) was dead, Rye would be Tim's forever. He'd seen how she looked at him when the Court of Owls introduced them, compared to how she looked at him now. He had already won her over. She'd get her engagement ring after she slept with Dick, since it would be a distraction (or knowing the Talon, a weapon). The wedding was just a formality--one of many luxuries that Rye would be able to enjoy as his new wife.
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disneymagicfan6 · 2 years
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Ok I have an issue with the way people see Prince Philip in sleeping beauty. Yes the original story the prince (king actually) is a creepy asshole who r***s the princess. But that's not Disney's version.
In Disney, Philip was ready to break off an engagement with someone he didn't know just to be with Aurora. Like he didn't even care that she was a 'peasant girl'. He's like, 'I love her and I want to be with her, royal decorum be damned'. And you also gotta give his dad Herbert props for trying to tell Stephen (Aurora's dad) that his son wants to break his engagement with Stephen's daughter so that he could marry someone he fell in love with. That's support right there.
Now onto what bothers everyone, the kiss without consent. Well I mean he had to. Maleficent told him the girl he fell in love with is the same girl he's been engaged to most of his life (the plot twist!). She tells him she's cursed and the only way to break it is with 'true loves kiss'. So explain to me how was he gonna get her consent if she's cursed to sleep. And in Disney's version at least they met before she fell asleep so she at least knew him.
This man was willing to break an engagement, possibly start a conflict between two kingdoms that have been at peace and are friends, he escaped a dungeon, worked his way through a field of thorns, fought a MOTHER FUCKING DRAGON for his princess. And people still hate on him? Really? REALLY?!?!?!
And if you really want to place the blame then it goes to Maleficent for cursing a BABY for not being invited the to christening. Aurora's parents for not inviting Maleficent, because not inviting her was a massive insult to a Fae. And Merryweather for saying that the curse would be broken by a kiss. She could have made it be anything else like holding her hand, or touching her forehead with his own I don't know. But she said kiss.
And I get it, kissing has power in fairy tales, hell kissing in history has been used to seal a contract, it's like a magical seal and signature. So if people hate that Philip kissed Aurora without consent then they should be asking why did Merryweather make it so that a kiss is what breakers the spell?
Philip is supportive and he loves Aurora. I've read the Disney collection storybook that has short stories about the princess and he's always loving, kind, and trying to help her with her transition from being an isolated peasant girl to being a princess and future queen of two kingdoms (I think both Philip and Aurora are only children). And there was a direct to dvd movie where everyone has to go to a neighboring kingdom and Aurora is left alone to rule for the first time. And she does an amazing job. Merryweather does give Aurora her wand to use in an emergency which she does use on the second day and of course it goes wrong but she's able to fix it before everyone gets back. But the whole time he's away he's worried about her, he never doubts her abilities but it's the first time she's taking over AND doing it while being alone. But he's supportive and is genuinely happy that she's got it handled.
This man simps for her.
And yes I'm aware of the age gap Philip is like 4 or 5 years older than her but that's not the biggest age gap Disney has.
Rapunzel is 18 and Eugene is 26, that's a 8 year age gap. Though this was changed in the show so that he was 23 during the movie making them 5 years apart.
Mulan was 16 and Shang was 23, that's a 7 year age gap.
So yes Philip is a good prince and I won't stand for any slander. Disney's Prince Philip is amazing and the exact opposite of the original prince (king) of the story.
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Morning tangent 'cause I hate algorithms.
Started my day seeing an ARMY Tweet forced onto my For You page all because they mentioned something else I'm interested in via my main account and now I'm thoroughly convinced k-pop makes people miserable. Like genuinely insufferable.
''Concerts are ruined for me now, Western artists don't have lightsticks, their fans don't do freebies, and what do you mean I have to sit through opening acts?'' like do these people just genuinely hate music? Serious question.
Some of the best acts I've seen live have been opening acts, it gives you an opportunity to discover an artist you otherwise might not have come into contact with. One of the best examples for me was seeing Hozier and Little Green Cars opening for him, they were fucking incredible! They opened their set with a full acapella version of one of their songs and it left such a huge impact I went home and bought their whole album. I still listen to it to this day! So like, what the fuck. Maybe people should try opening their minds a bit and let themselves enjoy new shit, it really does wonders.
Another thing they bitched about are the ''lack of freebies'' while going on about how they went and saw the Jonas Brothers whose fans ''didn't do freebies'' which is just factually wrong. Their fans do in fact make freebies, and we know this because fans will give them out to the brothers' wives and children too, not just other fans. Kevin's wife LITERALLY 3 DAYS AGO posted her freebie bracelet she got for her birthday, and that's on top of all the ones their daughters get, and plenty of other family members posting when they get freebies too...so like, it's not even true that Western artists fans don't do freebies. This person really had the audacity to try and paint a fandom as ''boring'' simply because they didn't get an experience they didn't even try to find because they closed themselves off to thinking other artists and their fans are worse compared to the group they stan. What an asshole. What an asshole way to live life.
They also complained about dancing, like bitch go and see a dancing artist then, plenty of pop artists dance, if you go to see a band that has never danced at their shows you're not going to suddenly get dancing. Just like I wouldn't go and see BTS and suddenly expect them to play instruments. If they have never presented themselves as that type of artist, why the fuck would I expect otherwise?
They also complained about not getting ending ments...and like no shit, normal people go to music shows to hear music, no one should actually need a show with an hour of music cut in order to place a whole speech there instead. Plenty of artists break throughout their shows to talk with fans and engage with their audience, they just don't do it for half the damn concert like k-pop artists do. It's not a flex like k-pop fans think it is to know they get less songs because they have to account for time to keep the parasocial dependency alive.
And I hate lightsticks, personal hot take I guess, but they were annoying when I saw Hoseok at Lolla. People had them on the entire night, waving them and blocking people's view behind them. They were honestly the worst part of the night, there's not a single video I could take without them blocking my camera at multiple points.
End rant. I just really can't stand these people. I can't imagine being invited to a concert with a friend or family member and my only take away are all the ways I now think the concert-going experience outside of k-pop is just 'the worst experience' that 'concerts are ruined for me now!' because I let myself be closed off to it. Tickets wasted on someone when an actual fan could have gone and had an amazing time. Miserable.
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thegreymoon · 2 years
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Love Like the Galaxy
It’s hilarious to me that they are all still talking about this living, breathing, fully grown man like an  inanimate object, a tool to be used with no will of his own.
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They sound like they are fighting about a toy, “I can’t let you have my Barbie, you didn’t take good care of it in the past and I’m afraid you’ll break it!”
A-Yao, just say no and tell them all to fuck themselves! 
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“I can no longer afford to replace Barbies, nor offend the people who took this particular one from you to give it to me, so I won’t deliberately break it, pinky swear!”
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But for Yao’s sake, I hope she does become easier to live with. Poor Puppy. 
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This exchange is wild.
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Bitch, who cares about your happiness? You threw him away with your own two hands after mistreating him and humiliating him, and you have the nerve to talk about your happiness now? If your life is ruined, it’s ruined, but nobody owes it to you to ruin their own too in solidarity, especially not A-Yao who literally no longer owes you a single thing after the way you treated him! 
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LMAO, are you kidding me? YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM AND MARRIED SOMEONE ELSE!!
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“You now have TWO Barbies, why won’t you give me back the one I threw away, because it’s not like we are talking about real people here with their own thoughts and volitions anyway, and besides, two men are totally interchangeable! Just be engaged to someone else instead!”
I cannot with this woman 😭 
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MTE.
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The fact that everyone just got together and agreed that Lou Yao, of all people, should sacrifice his happiness with the woman he loves because she is somehow ‘owed’ something is mind-boggling to me.
Also, yes! Tell her, sweetheart! 👇👇
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I love how he subtly threatens her here 😂😂
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Poor Puppy 😢
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Exactly, What morality? What understanding?? This is the worst, most hypocritical thing I’ve seen happen on this show so far.
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Also, I understand why she would be focused on herself and her own misfortune, but let me chime in: what about A-Yao? Who is going to be considerate of him? Let me just repeat what everyone seems to be forgetting - HE IS A PERSON, NOT A TOY. 
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Oh, sweetheart 😢 Can I give you a hug? I want to give you a hug.
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You deserve better than all this... mess. 
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Thank you!! Speak for yourself, baby, when no one else will!
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Thank you!
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I totally get it why this marriage is no longer worth it in Shaoshang’s mind and I don’t blame her. She never loved him like he loves her and she wanted him because she thought that life with him would be comfortable and easy. I’m so here for her understanding that things have changed and wanting to move on, but I’m irritated by the platitudes and the hypocrisy of ‘it’s benevolent’ to ruin his life. He is wronged here and I need to see it acknowledged. 
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OK, I ship the OTP as much as the next person, but I cried when they called off their engagement and wished each other well 😢
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LMAO, he said fuck Lady Ruyang and fuck you in particular 😂
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Also, look at the dimwit princess and the stupid grin on her face! Lady, read the fucking room!! 
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LMAO, I love how he cuts straight through their bullshit.
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Yes, baby! Now is your chance! Take charge and make us all happy! 🤗
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God, I hate her 🤮
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Oh, god, who asked for you 😒😒
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Asshole, like she isn’t miserable enough already.
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LMAO, you tell him, cutie!
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Oh? 👀
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LMAO, there is no better cure for romantic mishaps than structural engineering, can confirm from personal experience 😂😂
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Well, that’s a bit too much excitement for a first date 😬
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OMG, the bitch shot at Wan Qiqi!! 😱😱
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LMAO, look at this busybody laying the groundwork for his matchmaking endeavors! 🤣🤣
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That’s right, repay him by saying yes when he asks for your daughter’s hand in marriage! 🤣🤣
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LMAOOOO, not the Emperor getting kicked out by his concubine because he wouldn’t shut up about Zisheng and his relationship issues 🤣🤣
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Her handwriting! 🤣🤣
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HIS FACE!! 🤣🤣
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Yes, girl, you tell him!! 💪💪
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And mean. And thirsty. And jealous. And a jerk.
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Since there was some discussion about Brian and Taylor’s relationship going around, I want to give my own two cents.
Taylor and Brian were a much better fit when they met than they were when they actually got together.
Brian is a young man who’s really struggling with his masculinity. He doesn’t want to be his dad, a man who’s lost all the warmth in his heart and doesn’t really know how to engage with people, and Aisha has already warned him that he’s starting to act like the abusive asshat that terrorised them both and got Brian to trigger. He’s tried to conceptualise his masculinity into his leadership of the Undersiders to some degree, but, well, that’s not really working.
Alec is a little shit who has to be dragged kicking and screaming into taking any kind of responsibility, and he’s perfected a social strategy where he makes every one of these interactions too tedious to bother with. Lisa is obviously not a follower type either, and I don’t think Brian’s ever under any illusion that he can really tell her what to do. Hell, she’s the only one in contact with their boss, which obviously influences their dynamic regardless. They’re partners at best.
Rachel is even worse. To get her to even listen to him he feels like he has to become the exact kind of asshole he hates and he’s actively trying to get away from, but he doesn’t see any other options for dealing with her, because he doesn’t understand her and doesn’t know where to start. This inability to understand someone else’s point-of-view also plays a part in his attempt at getting custody over Aisha, simply because he doesn’t seem to have taken her wants into account when putting together their living space.
Then in comes this competent, thoughtful newbie, and by god she looks up to him. She treats him like the leader he wants to be, she actually listens to him when he’s sharing his insights and perspective. She basically validates the fuck out of him and the image of positive masculinity he wants to project. She might not be very attractive, really, but by god she feels a deep need inside him.
On Taylor’s part, she’s been horribly isolated and her self-esteem has been beaten into a million pieces. She’s still trying very hard to take seriously everything she gets involved with, but it’s leading to nothing but frustration every time because her bullies find some way to ruin things for her. Her cape life is her last ditch attempt to have something that actually works out for her.
And in steps this professional, capable, engaged (and also very handsome) guy who instantly praises her for her foresight in taking a first aid class, who works with her, and, on their third meeting, tells her he wants her on the team over one of his current teammates. It’s like crack to her socially isolated mind, so naturally she’s absolutely smitten with him.
Now, would this relationship have worked out long-term? Probably not, they’re teenagers in their first relationship, meeting a very basic need in each other that they would eventually grow out of. But who knows! Maybe they’d find a way to have their relationship grow along with them!
Of course, Taylor then messes this up by forcing a kiss on him, and Brian kind of messes it up by not quite understanding his own feelings on the matter, because, in part, he doesn’t know what liking someone is, and he also kind of wishes Aisha would look to him the way Taylor does, so naturally he puts Taylor in the sister zone.
By the time they get together, though, things have changed a lot for both of them.
Brian has obviously gone through something horribly traumatic, and he’s even less able to be the man he wants to be. Other people are now needing to take care of him, and he’s not sure how to behave in that kind of situation. He feels helpless and useless, and this isn’t helped by Taylor going so deep into the cape life that he simply can’t keep up anymore.
He tries to advise her to slow down, to take her time, but he’s constantly ignored (if there’s one issue I have with @incorrect-wormquotes it’s that those quotes often give the ‘common sense’ lines to Lisa - the enabler in chief who criticises Taylor exactly once at the start of arc 30 - instead of Brian, who’s canonically the always-ignored straight man), and simply isn’t really taken seriously anymore.
He clings to Taylor because she’s there, and willing to help him out, but it’s far removed from what he wanted.
And on Taylor’s part, well, her priorities have shifted. She’s fully committed to the cape life, and she’s dealing with both her territory and her big Dinah rescue mission. Her boyfriend doesn’t end up even close to the top of the list. Brian needs serious psychological help and she just... doesn’t really get to it, which is a shame, especially when contrasted with the help she gave to Rachel before, helping her turn from basically feral into the core of a marginalised community that lasts all the way through Ward.
And Taylor just... doesn’t respect him anymore. She blows off all his advise and criticism, and whenever she needs emotional help, Brian literally only beats Alec on the list of people she’d go to for help. She trusts Rachel and Lisa more with this than she trusts Brian (there’s a reason those ships are so popular!) Brian ends up by the wayside, almost more of a trophy than an actual boyfriend to her girlboss lifestyle.
Thankfully they actually break up before she abandons them to go save the world or whatever.
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💖 top 5 billy relationships :) if he was allowed to exist outside of his two plotlines of asshole older brother and possessed killer :)
lol okay so this is purely what i would have liked to have seen had the duffers not been cowards and actually allowed our boy to live and grow as a person...
01. max mayfield
their relationship was far from perfect but it's clear that between S2 and S3, some improvement was made. they definitely weren't as hostile toward each other and max was the only one actively trying to help billy when he became the host for the MF. max would definitely have to be the first domino to fall here, the first person to say "hey, this is my brother and he's trying" for the others to consider engaging with him. besides, i also think these two would have had a kickass big brother / little sister vibe and i know within my soul that billy knows max can handle herself but he would absolutely step in and fuck someone's day up if pressed lol
02. el hopper
while max may have been the only one actively trying to save billy in S3, el was the one who was able to bring him back to himself by, and let me say this as loud as possible, THE SIMPLE ACT OF BEING KIND!! it's truly amazing what kind words and a gentle touch can do, ya know? but i digress (for now). i think they would have had an interesting relationship, granted they would not understand each other, not at all but it's one of those things where if max liked him and allowed him to be around then el would be fine with it. not to mention, billy would never forget the girl who helped save him. he would also think her powers are fucking W I L D annnnnd he would definitely be intimidated by her - i mean, girl can do shit with her mind, it would take him some time to get fully used to that.
03. joyce byers
i fully believe that had joyce not been in illinois for the majority of the events of S3, billy would probably still be alive. and i say this because she is a mother and she would see a boy who has been beaten down and abused his entire life and who is now fully at the mercy of an entity that he does not understand. i'm not saying that joyce wouldn't reprimand him in that motherly way for the bullshit he's done but i think, outside of everyone else, she would be able to understand why he acts the way he does. i think it could have ended up being one of those "my door is always open, i'm just a phone call away" type situations and billy would, for sure, be weirded out by it in the beginning but i think, over time, he would come to appreciate this woman, this mother, actively taking an interest in his life and his future.
04. jim hopper
billy does need a kick in the ass, and not in the abusive way that neil handles everything; i'm talking about someone who is gonna look him in the eye and say "you continue down this path of aggression and bad behavior and you're gonna end up more alone than you are now" and i think jim would be the perfect person for that. like with joyce, jim would see the signs and understand that billy isn't an asshole just to be an asshole, that there's more to it. also, with jim being a FUCKING COP (and totally ignoring the whole russia arc), he would probably be able to legally handle neil the way that neil should have been handled years prior. granted, billy is an adult at this point, but abuse like that, nah, jim wouldn't turn a blind eye to it. i don't believe that.
05. honestly... the overall party in general
i'm not saying he needs to be besties with any of them, mainly because him being besties with anyone seems so far fetched but i cannot begin to tell you how badly i wanted billy back for S4. like when steve, nancy, robin, and eddie were in the UD?? OH MY GOOOOOOOD, i kept thinking how cool it would have been for billy to have been a part of that. it would be a domino effect, as i stated in the beginning. it would take one person and then two and then three for everyone to kind of come around to the fact that he's a part of this now. and yeah, he'd probably still be a dick every once in awhile (you don't just drop those habits overnight) but i truly believe billy is incredibly intelligent and who else would fight a UD monster with his bare hands?? no one, that's who. billy would 100% use his fists against those monsters and everyone else would be like, "my guy, do you need a weapon? please, take a weapon!"
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Me: I need to start living more in the real world. This escapist comedy stuff that got me through the last couple of years during COVID was very good as it gave me something to feel connected to when I had nothing else, but I need to try to balance that. Not let go of it completely. Just avoid being so focused on it mentally, so I can have more room for other things. The transition back to real life is hard, and in many ways that because of changed circumstances and other things outside my control, but when I find those changes confusing and difficult, it’s too easy for me to retreat to the same escapist stuff instead of dealing with it. In fact, as the expectation that I get back into dealing with the real world has gotten stronger in recent months, I’ve retreated further into it. Getting more interested in specific stuff that happened years ago, because it’s chronologically further away than a panel show that aired last week, and it’s culturally further away from the more mainstream stuff. It’s even more escapist. I need to try to stay out of the rabbit holes and engage with the world.
Me, at 9:45 PM on a Wednesday night: Okay, I’m pretty sure the bootleg recordings I want cannot be found in this thread. In this thread from 2007, which is about 1/3 people sharing recordings they’ve made off the radio or at live shows, 1/3 people slut shaming Daniel Kitson over a rumour that he may have slept with a female fan or two, and 1/3 people arguing over whether they should lose respect for Kitson because he likes Josie Long and she’s the worst. Or at least, it was about equal parts those things, though now they’re starting to develop a side argument about whether Josie Long winning an award is the death knell for the entire comedy industry, or whether she’s just a normal level of shit comedian. Including someone who wrote a four-paragraph defense of why calling her fat is intellectually justified artistic criticism. And someone else says this thread is supposed to be for posting Daniel Kitson recordings so stop derailing it to be about how much we all fucking hate this one of the like four female comedians who were known in 2007, and does anyone have that radio thing he did last night? And then someone does post a link to a recording, and I click again, and of course the file is not there. None of the fucking files are there. But if I keep reading through this absolute shitshow of a thread, maybe the next one will be. Oh look, someone just connected the speculation about Kitson's sex life to the discussions of what they should think about him liking Josie Long, God, I'm going to need a shower to clean off the level of gutter I'm wading through just for the unlikely chance that anyone has posted a file on a platform that would preserve it for 15 years. Having said that, I will hypocriticly forgive every one of these weird misogynistic gossip mongers if it does turn out that one of them can help me out with this.
This is what you're making me do, Kitson. By not just putting more of your archives up on the internet where they're easy to find and pay for, you're forcing me to read this. I know you have everything recorded, but if you'd rather I get the recordings from some asshole with thoughts about what would be the only reason you'd hang out with a [insert something misogynistic here, I agree with you that "cunt" is not an inherently misogynistic slur, but it is the way they fucking use it] like Josie Long, then that's on you.
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