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HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

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ally’s radio 📻: PART 9! anyways, stan y/n l/n for clear skin and good grades!✨😌

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JULY 18, 2023

Lola Ransdell Under Fire for Using the N-Word in Resurfaced Tweets

Not a good look.

BY ALLY JULY 17, 2023 11:15 AM

Lola Randell has some explaining to do. The 25-year-old came under fire on Sunday when Twitter users began resurfacing tweets of the model using the N-word in 2020. The receipts included direct messages and Instagram comments, in which Ransdell called her friends the racial slur, as well as tweets from Ransdell claiming that she could use the N-word because she’s “not white.”

In screenshots resurfaced by the Twitter PopHub, Ransdell can be seen calling someone an “ugly” N-word. The screenshots also include a group chat with some of her friends, in which she is called out for using the N-word. In her response, Randell explains that she can use the derogatory term because she’s not white. (Ransdell’s mother is Brazilian, but that still does not excuse her behavior.) “I’m not white tho so that’s awk,” Ransdell responded.

However, the receipts don’t end there. Along with the first screenshots, some users also resurfaced other old tweets, in which Ransdell said that she returned a “different race” after she spent some time tanning in Florida. (She accompanied the tweet with an emoji of a man with a turban.) Another screenshot also shows Ransdell liking a 2020 meme comparing Jay-Z to a Ransdell. One user also claimed to have a video of Ransdell rapping the N-word, though the audio is unclear.

Ransdell allegedly once tweeted, "leaving to Florida white but coming back to NY a different Race." The statement was accompanied by an emoji of a white blonde man and an emoji of a darker-skinned man wearing a turban.

A post from 2019 read, "With @chanteljefferies and that awkward moment when ur at a Chinese restaurant and your waiter isn't Chinese...."

The following year, she allegedly threatened, "Shut up before I smack you back to your own country!"

Screenshots also show the youtuber allegedly liking an Instagram post from 2018 about how only men and women should marry because the Bible says so.

Then there are the women-hating posts.

Ransdell allegedly liked an undated Instagram post showing a photo of Selena Gomez that posed the question, "Would you smack her for $835 BILLION?!" The person whose reply was featured in the meme read, "I'd smack her for a sweet tea from McDonald's."

In 2018, Ransdell allegedly tweeted about transgendered women" being "wicked slutty."

She's also been accused of openly hating on her boyfriend’s former partner, Y/n L/n.

Once a fan of Charles (and even of Charles and Y/n together), Ransdell seemingly turned on the 26-year-old singer when "Your/Ship/Name" was on the rocks.She allegedly once followed a Y/n L/n hate account on Instagram and allegedly favorited/liked a tweet from 2022 that showed a picture of Y/n and read, "She collects guys as if they were infinity stones."

How these receipts surfaced is unclear (many of them are private messages between Ransdell and her friends, so someone must have leaked them on the internet), but it’s certain that people aren’t happy with Ransdell using slur, even as a joke. After the tweets resurfaced, many users took to Twitter to call out Ransdell for her offensive behavior, as well as demand accountability and an apology from her and her Formula One boyfriend, Charles Leclerc.

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ally’s radio 📻:i don’t like this chapter 😞. also pls know that anything that was mentioned within lola’s article is not something i condone!! pls don’t think i’m a bad person, it’s literally only just for the plot😭!! i got inspo off of hailey biebers old tweets sooo. if u see ur username but u weren’t tagged, it’s bc tumblr wouldn’t let me :( if u asked me to tag u and i didn’t, pls send me a message or inbox me bc it might’ve gotten lost 😭 i try to stay up-to-date but sometimes i miss people so pls lmk!!!

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shards and splinters

parings: marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader

desc: apparently what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. now you’ve died and returned alive, perhaps it’s time to test that theory; or risk losing your life once and for all.

warnings: blood, angst, swearing, fighting, guns and gun violence, death descriptions, long as fuck, sex mentions i guess(? if you squint), hurt/comfort, gory i guess (jake🤷🏻‍♀️) writers note: idk how accurate these are bc i’ve been writing this on and off for years but cover all bases i guess xx

a/n: psa to pls reblog anyway she’s BAAAAAACKKK did you miss me ?? i missed youse … if there’s even a moonknight fandom anymore 🫣 i’m so sorry for the 2 years gone from the face of tumblr, i’ve quite honestly had two years from hell and insane writers block so. can anyone even remember this series?? idk maybe you should all reread the first parts 👀👀 anyways. there’ll be one more part to this (will it come this year? next? 2026? who knows…) bc i HATED my original ending and just had to change it. also sorry if this feels rushed or like it jumps around a lot, it’s been written over YEARS, but i’ve tried my best for continuity. also, i know there’s a lot missing in like fight scenes but they are BORING and i hate writing em so i’m not doing it. tried, got half way thru then didn’t touch this for 7 months so.. it’s no fight scene or no part at all. but my last part is pretty much done so hopefully it’ll be posted soon! ill let youse savour this for a while tho lol. on a real note thank you all SO much for all the love, even two years later. it means the world. all my love, all the time x

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the air felt different now. it was funny; you and marc had been apart hundreds, if not thousands of times, but he had never felt your absence. not like this. no, never like this. it was different now because he knew he could look for you everywhere and you would still be in that room, not breathing, not living.

he could see it all so clearly now. all of what? all of it. everything; life, your life, his life, where everything went wrong, what he should have done, should have said, how he could have saved you.

there was nothing you could have done, marc.

“that’s easy for you to say.” he mumbled, looking down at his hands. “you’re not the one who was halfway through a fucking argument when harrow took her. and if you can remember, harrow took her because of me.”

steven sighed, and went quiet.

“i should’ve died on that fucking alter.”

marc said it over and over, like a prayer, to go back in time and pull the trigger. he was fuck knows where, it looked like the middle of the desert but marc didn’t care enough to question it.

he had walked out of that pyramid and kept on walking - for hours. the hot egyptian sun had began to set, casting a rosy hue on everything. the humidity make marc’s head ache.

steven had gone silent - a small hum of anger in the back of marc’s head. it usually would have surprised marc, for steven to be the angry one. but he wasn’t sure he would never feel surprised again.

are you going to wallow here forever?

marc looked up, low sun glinting in his eyes, making him squint. but he could tell exactly who it was - crescent staff in his peripheral.

“fuck off.”

khonshu laughed. that’s one way to talk to a god.

“fuck off.” he repeated.

and why should i, mortal? why should i listen to you?

“you did this.” it was stiff, cold, a definite statement. “you did this to us.”

khonshu groaned, moving to block the sun from marc’s eyes so he could see him properly. aren’t you going to question how i am here?

“no.”

perhaps you should.

marc could never cope with khonshu’s riddles. they had always infuriated him - never getting a straight answer. but this one, he could tolerate.

“fuck does that mean?” he was looking directly into khonshu’s eyes now - something he had readily avoided for years. “and don’t give me any of your goddamn riddles.”

if you must be so blunt, it would seem like osiris has taken a liking to your poor lady wife. hathor isn’t half fond of her, either. maybe you ought to go back to the pyramid, something tells me your needed.

and he was gone. disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving marc alone in the saharan sunset, shaking and still covered in his wife’s blood.

she’s alive?

“i-” marc looked around. “i don’t-”

his eyes slipped into the back of his head.

steven took a deep breath, swallowing hard. he set off in a run - towards the pyramid.

“this feels so fucking weird.”

you were pressed flat against the wall, peeking around every few seconds to make sure one of harrow’s followers wasn’t coming your way.

i must admit, it’s been a while since i’ve had an avatar.

you let out a breathy laugh. was that your first ever laugh since being revived? you supposed it must be. oh, you wished it was one of steven’s jokes you were laughing at instead.

you didn’t think you’d ever find one of his jokes unfunny again.

“where is he?”

it’s hard to tell. i can’t check, unless i’d like ammit to spot me.

humming, you looked around the corner once again, breath hitching when you saw a shadow come closer.

what made your breath stop completely, however, was the slow, melodic tapping of a cane, following every footstep the person took.

harrow was less than two feet away from you.

swallowing hard, you pushed yourself against the wall even harder, back cold against the concrete. you hoped - prayed with your newfound faith in osiris and his mercy - that harrow would turn back the other way, not hearing your thumping heart.

but your luck had ran out for this lifetime.

the tapping of the cane became louder, until you could see the tip of it in your peripheral, crunching glass finally becoming audible. he was about to come around the corner, and see you. you would be impossible to miss, even the bright red of your new outfit making you stand out.

it seemed like it was impossible to escape harrow, and the tapping of his cane. he had killed you once, what would stop him from doing it again?

apparently, a guardian angel. someone spoke, making harrow turn to look behind him.

this was your chance - to slip away and turn the opposite corner, escape harrow in your new life as you couldn’t in your last.

his voice made you flinch. cool, charming, low. like a snake - exactly like a snake, now you thought about it. the way he slid through life, from the bar all those years ago, to now, awakening a centuries old god, aiming to destroy the world.

you could slither away too, though.

still holding your breath, you sidestepped along the wall, making sure to watch your step over any lose stones, until the wall fell away behind you and led you into another corridor.

as soon as the light from the hall had faded, you let out your breath, hands coming to your forehead and rubbing your eyes.

we have to keep moving. ammit is almost ready to begin.

nodding - although it felt like your brain was rattling around your skull - you looked back up and saw hathor, still looking as beautiful as ever.

this hallway was much dimmer than the last. colder, too. it was like all the light had been blocked, the only thing keeping your vision was the small, fading candles lining the walls every meter or so.

perhaps it was your natural instinct, or a new given sense as an avatar, but you could tell - something wasn’t right. something in the air had shifted, on top of the hot, sticky, egyptian heat, there was something sinister.

your years as a mercenary had taught you to recognise something - blood in the air. and there was certainly blood in the air around you.

“what is harrow’s plan?”

he wants to judge people. through ammit, he believes he can rid the world of everyone bad, even if they aren’t already bad.

“so he’s playing god?” the corridor seemed to go on forever.

he would never admit it, but yes. and ammit is the perfect enabler for him, she’ll know exactly what he’s up to, but because he can give her her power back, she’ll play along.

you scoffed lightly. “harrow isn’t stupid either. he’ll know what she thinks.”

hathor shrugged, a few paces in front of you. only time will tell, my dear.

for a few minutes, the walk along the corridor was silent. the tap of your shoes echoed down the hall, breeze from your passing flickering the candles on the wall.

why did you marry him?

it stopped you in your tracks, hathor stopping too.

“what?”

marc. why did you marry him?

you stuttered for a moment, looking around as if someone would come and help you.

i don’t mean it in a rude way. i’m the goddess of love, it’s natural for me to want to know.

“well,” you paused for a moment and began walking again, slower this time. “we were young when we met, i was coming up for 18 and he was 19.”

and?

“and i knew what i had done to him.” you swallowed. “i felt fucking awful, i thought, maybe if i get to know the guy, and he’s not as much of an ass as everyone makes him out to be, it’ll make it easier for me to forgive myself.”

the corridor kept on, as if it were never ending.

“as you can tell, it didn’t work.”

he wasn’t as much of an asshole as everyone thought?

“no, he was,” you gave a dry smile. “it just so happened that assholes are my type, and i think he worked it out pretty quickly. so after only about two months of knowing each other, he asked me on a date. a real date. it was my first ever date too, god knows anton never took me out. but god, he was such a gentleman.

he picked me up, gave me flowers, wore a fucking tie. and he payed for everything, too. dinner at a four star restaurant, a movie, then out to a bar for drinks.

i knew i had fucked up when he kissed me that night.”

you regret it?

“not for a day. and that’s my mistake- i mean, i was supposed to hate him. i told myself i would hate him. so i wouldn’t feel bad about telling someone to kill him. i didn’t even know how he got out alive- he didn’t tell me about the khonshu shit until after we got married.

oh, our wedding,” you smiled again, a real one. “it was perfect. i was twenty one, marc was twenty three. we were so young. it was a small wedding, just some friends, neither of us invited our family. it was the best night of my life.

it was the night i met steven, too. i think the stress of the day must have triggered it. and that was it- there was marc, and there was steven.”

didn’t it take a while to get used to?

the corridor began to open up, getting slightly wider by the meter. still - there was no end to it in sight.

“it did and it didn’t. i knew for a while there was something happening to him, he would disappear, look confused all the time. i knew it was a matter of time until something changed. and then came steven, perfect steven.

he changed so much- it was like dating all over again. he was even more perfect than marc, stupid english accent included. but, naturally, abuthing that’s perfect must come to an end.”

hathor sighed. and it gave you the impression, just for a moment, that she already knew the whole story. that she was humouring you by letting you tell it. her sigh, sad and resigned, almost confirmed that she knew what was coming.

“the-” you stopped. your voice had broken, and your feet no longer moved. hathor continued for a few paces before looking back at you.

i understand, but if there’s any time you need to tell this, it’s now.

“you know?” you voiced your suspicions.

take into account which god i am, my dear. there is no one else i could chose, but you.

you swallowed. “what’s the point of talking about it if you already know?”

you have been born again. revived. would you like to carry this, this horrible vendetta against someone who has done nothing but love you, for the rest of your new life?

“no.”

then voice it. i can take this pain from you, if you only ask me too. i can help you.

you bit your tongue, looking down at your feet and kicking around a few of the loose rocks. hathor waited.

“the baby was supposed to be born just after my twenty-third birthday.”

a beat. hathor didn’t reply.

“but he didn’t live past twelve weeks.”

you looked back up at hathor, anxious for a reply. she didn’t give you one, only nodding.

“i don’t- i don’t know what i did. i was waiting until i could get a scan, tell marc, have it done properly, you know? but when i went to my appointment, i knew. she didn’t say anything, she just looked. then she left, got the doctor to come in.

he said that the baby had died, that they weren’t sure of the cause, but it was a boy. that my baby boy had died.”

tears threatened your eyes. never - never - had you spoken about this before. not even with marc.

“i went home, with a hatred in my heart. the next few days were the worst. i was grieving a child no one knew i even had. the blood was horrible, it hurt so badly. i told marc i was on my period. fuck, for all he knew i was.

and then my baby was gone. and i hated marc.”

why did you hate him?

you shrugged. “i have no idea. i needed someone to blame and marc was the easiest. that’s when it all went downhill, you know? i wanted him to be there for me, for something he didn’t even know happened. and when he wasn’t, i blew up at him. and he blew up at me.

and that was it, for three years. this horrible hatred towards each other, me hating marc for something he knew nothing about, and marc hating me for every other reason.

he hated me the most for making him stay a mercenary. he wanted out, he wanted a normal life in the suburbs with a dog and a big house and maybe, one day, a child.

but i can’t have that. i don’t want that kind of normal - not when i was so close to it and lost it. so i pushed him into this world. i made him take jobs and work himself to death, even when i found out about khonshu. i made him do it.

and that’s why we’re here. because i told him to follow khonshu here. and now look what i’ve done.”

hathor took two, wide steps towards you, and cradled your face in her hands.

you have done nothing that makes you inhumane. none of this mess is you fault. khonshu would have gotten marc here one way or another. anyone in your shoes would be the same.

her hands were warm. you felt a tear fall, running underneath her fingers. “but i’ve been so horrible. i’m a monster - if not for this, for everything else.”

hathor shook her head. you are a human being.

there was silence as you cried and hathor wiped your tears. at least two minutes passed - but it didn’t matter to you. harrow could come running around the corner and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

hathor took a deep breath, looking to her left along the corridor. she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, another figure appeared.

is now a bad time, human?

you flinched at the rough edge in khonshu’s voice. “what do you want?”

what do i want? there’s a long list.

even through your tears, your patience thinned. “seriously?”

hathor took her hands from your face, turning to look at khonshu. enough of your riddles. just tell her.

the unmistakable sound of footsteps, running, drew your attention. they were getting closer.

i don’t think i have to say a word, actually.

just as khonshu had finished, a figure appeared, coming around the twists and turns of the corridor.

your heart stopped.

marc looked around in a daze, eyes falling first on khonshu, then on hathor, then…

“y/n!”

just as he had stopped running, he started again, coming towards you like a lion out of his cage, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off of your feet.

“oh baby,” he mumbled into your neck.

you had just reached - wrapping your arms around him in equal tightness, hands flying into his hair. oh, god. his hair - his curls, his skin - you’d never take it for granted again.

he pulled back, hands on your cheeks in a mirror image to hathor. his eyes locked into yours, brown irises melting into his pupils, filling with tears.

marc stuttered, trying to get several sentences out at once, before you hushed him.

“please, marc, we don’t have much time. harrow is gonna-”

“i know,” he nodded, eyes still not breaking from yours. “i know- baby, i know. please- please, just give me a minute. i never- i thought i’d never- oh, baby.”

he leaned in, moving his hands out of the way to rest his forehead against yours. he was hot - sticky with sweat and dirt and, although you didnt want to think about it, your blood.

“i know,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “marc, i know.”

barely having finished your sentence, he leaned in and kissed you.

it was like the first kiss all over again, and you supposed it was. hot, needy, passionate, desperate. you could live in this moment.

but the unmistakable sound of khonshu clearing his throat broke your kiss.

if you wouldn’t mind, harrow is about to release ammit. i’m sure your couples catch-up can wait another hour.

“yeah,” you nodded, breaking away, but marc was far more hesitant to let go.

“i can’t-” he looked around, paranoid. “i can’t do this, y/n. i just lost you, i can’t run the risk of losing you again, i’ve never- y/n, i can’t let you go, you’re everything to me, and if harrow- oh god, what did harrow do to you? i swear to god, the minute i see him, i’m gonna-”

he blinked. a beat.

“paranoid git never did know when to be quiet, did he?”

“oh, steven,” you threw your arms around him again. “fucking hell.”

steven, unlike marc, seemed far more willing to let you go. “love, i know, but if we don’t go now, we’re all gonna end up dead. please, we can do this all after, yeah?”

he took your hands in his, stilling your shaking fingers. he was so warm - always so warm.

“okay,” you nodded, looking between him and the gods beside you. “okay.”

you had severely underestimated how far harrow was willing to go. it had been what felt like hours, an unrelenting fight. you weren’t even sure when layla showed up, hoping to help you in any way she could.

but her attempts were futile; ammit was huge. really - huge, bigger than the pyramid behind her. khonshu had, as usual, gotten involved too, so that meant he was the same size, almost trampling you with every step he took.

you had tried. really, you had. you’d tried to use your new found avatar abilities to at least land something on harrow, but truth be told, you were failing. he’d hit you far more times that you’d even aimed for him, you were covered in cuts and rapidly forming bruises, you were sure your shoulder was dislocated.

but worst of all? your head wasn’t right. you weren’t sure what was wrong with it - it seemed fine every time you focused on identifying the issue, but every time you weren’t paying attention, it was there again. dizzy, a ringing in your eyes, everything a second or two behind; your vision lagging and cloudy. but just as you’d notice it, it was gone.

it was getting worse, too. you could see marc out of the corner of your eye; he was one to one with harrow. it would have made you anxious if you could properly focus on what was going on. but you couldn’t - your thought were scattered, a ringing back tenfold in your ears, the world had gone distant and hazy.

the doctors told you it was a concussion the next morning. layla had actually came in very handy, able to translate the man’s arabic into english for you.

he had told you that you’d sustained a massive head injury - you figured it would have been investigated, if you hadn’t been one of the people there last night.

‘there’ was all people could talk about. first the sky had gone backwards (you’d missed that part, thanks to being dead), then, out of nowhere, two ancient egyptian gods had appeared, destroying all the buildings in their wake, pyramids too.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t remember it. you could - it was clear in every aspect. it just didn’t feel like you’d been there at all. even the build up to it, every moment from when you’d stepped out of that pyramid, hand in hand with steven, hot air hitting your face;

it wasn’t you.

well, obviously it was you. but it wasn’t the same you. everything felt different, you didn’t have the same emotions you did before. the same key ones, yes, like how you felt about marc, and steven, and who you are as a person, but basic thing, like fear, and compassion? it was gone.

you’d have voiced this to a doctor if you could put ‘i died and got brought back to like by an ancient god, but not the same one who destroyed half of your city last night, sorry about that, by the way’ into layman’s terms.

trauma induced dissociation was enough of a label for you. it fit - everything just felt a little hazy, was all. not that you’d asked your doctor, a google search (excluding the resurrection part) had taken you to pages and pages about dissociation and how it’s normal to feel it after a traumatic event. you were pretty sure dying was a traumatic event.

and yes, you could bring it up to your doctor, he was payed to help you, after all. but there was a strange gnawing in the back of your head: that if you voiced this feeling, it would only get worse, and the happy ending you and your husband currently had would be shred in two because you couldn’t feel properly.

so instead, you listened to his professional diagnosis; a severe concussion, fractured rib, dislocated shoulder, several cosmetic wounds, and mental trauma that would be discovered at a later point, if you ever got around to voicing it to a doctor.

what a lovely shopping list, you thought.

it was three days before they let you out, and marc wasn’t getting out for another two after that. you’d had to beg him to even go to the hospital in the first place, but now he was getting the medical attention he’d needed for years, he seemed content in his hospital bed. not that he’d ever admit it.

with two days to yourself (not nights, you’d go back to the hospital and stay with marc), you decided to have the egyptian holiday you had come for.

the first stop was obvious; buy clothes. all of the ones you had were either covered in blood or halfway shredded. once you’d achieved this, in a new white linen sundress (cut below the knees to hide the still raw scars), you felt just slightly lost.

of course, you weren’t lost, you were always quick to get your bearings in new places - mercenary years had left you with a few skills, after all - and you kept yourself in a fairly small area, close to the hospital in case you got an emergency call.

no - the feeling of being lost came from deep down. ever since you’d come back to life it was the same, a strange longing for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. something you felt you just had to have, maybe not right now, but in the near future. the hazy feeling had already begun to pass, you were sure google had served you well. but it left behind this in its wake, a new, even stranger feeling.

a breeze blew your hair lightly as you looked down the street in front of you. it was picturesque, all kinds of small shops and cafes as far as you could see. you could hear kids playing somewhere, a baby crying in the distance.

the lost-longing feeling piqued at this.

“oh.” you breathed. “oh.”

beside you, hathor, dressed in a golden, floor length dress and looking beautiful as ever, laughed.

oh, indeed. did you forget which god i am?

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mydetheturk · 9 months

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ive been trying to come up with a way to talk about my take on The Argument, but honesty i can't get past these pages where Wolfwood shoots Rai-Dei. there are four panels on this two page spread, and no words, but god there's so much said in it. i keep flipping back and forth between it and the next page like "holy shit wolfwood. holy shit wolfwood." like. like we know. we've known since volume two of trigun that wolfwood was one of the GHG. we've known! this is knowledge that we have had for multiple volumes.

i literally cannot get over the expression on wolfwood's face in the pages leading up to their fight (and this expression lingers through their fight, mind you)

hellO????

like!!! this is the start of their argument!!! wolfwood cannot let vash die. and if he has to kill to do it he's going to kill to do it. vash is supposed to suffer. he cannot suffer if he's dead.

and this is the lead up to their argument. they have such philosophical differences about life, Vash believing every life is precious and that everyone can change, where Wolfwood's convinced that people won't. he thinks Vash is foolish - is naive for not taking the GHG seriously. Wolfwood wants - Wolfwood needs - to know Vash is taking this seriously, is prepared to kill if Vash wants to keep everyone else alive.

Wolfwood needs to know Vash is prepared for the shit Wolfwood knows - or suspects, if he doesn't know off hand - Legato is going to send.

hence this panel.

(yes i did just straight up copy the alt text from the post i made about being unable to cope with this panel. it ruins me.)

And then Vash reads him for fucking filth.

Vash's heart is breaking for Wolfwood, who cannot see a way out of the grave he's dug. Vash doesn't want to kill but he's broken for the way Wolfwood cannot see any other way to survive.

Like. the whole of page 106 hurts, but the way the Overhaul translated these panels is. Oof.

(the Dark Horse translation differs. Vash's speech reads: You... told me back then... that my face looked better with a real smile. If you could see yourself through my eyes now... You'd see a man forcing himself to play the Devil while his own heart cries out.

It's a little more poetic, but both of the statements cut Wolfwood to the core.)

They're talking past one another! they care so much about one another but their love languages differ so hard. (and i don't even mean this in a shipping way tho you could take it that way)

Augh. They're idiots. We'll see later that Wolfwood knows what Vash is, because of his experiences with Knives. (Wolfwood was there when Knives got reborn, after all) and he's seen Vash fight. He just. Doesn't know if Vash can kill one to save the many. (The start of their first fight in Stampede, their first true fight, is because Wolfwood shoots Rollo/Monev the Gale. Vash asks why. Wolfwood says its out of mercy.)

Anyway, there's some other really good meta about this fight (@needle-noggins has a nice breakdown of it) and if/when I find the posts I'll drop links in the comments/reblog with them.

I'll also upload what i could figure out of the transcript when I read through their argument in order to figure out how i was even going to talk about it to google docs and drop the link to that in the comments as well.

If you're still here, idk, Vash read Wolfwood for filth in front of God and everybody, which in this case was an empty town, Rai-Dei's corpse, and Zazie, who's been watching them for who knows how long at this point.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun meta #myde reads trigun #got a little unhinged so i put most of it behind a readmore

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skitskatdacat63 · 2 months

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Mark Alan, Count of Queanbeyan

+ explanation & lore

Okay first I'll explain the drawing itself, and then go into Mark's lore a bit, so stay with me!!!

First of all, yep. Mark with long hair. When I first conceptualized how he'd look in this au, I just genuinely could not imagine him with the typical long curly wig. And that irked me, bcs its just sooooooo historically inaccurate for him to have had short hair, no wig. I sketched him and Jense out as chibis, I drew Mark with short hair, and literally wrote "haha wow he looks so bad with long hair!!" Hello, can I take back that statement? It's actually shocking how good he looks???? Maybe it's a testament to my skill that I could make this work. But I did! And man, shameful to admit, but this might be my best portrait ever 😭😭 Funny tho, guy I've barely drawn, and never as detailed as this, ends up being one of my favs. Mark, you bastard!!

^ lmao as you can see, I tried out a more Seb type wig and then realized ahhhhh nah, he needs a different style. And it worked so, yay!!! I've thought a lot recently, "man it would suck back then if you looked shitty in a wig" and I rescind that. I'm telling you, you think a man would look bad in a wig? I say think again, you're just not conceptualizing the right type of wig for him.

Also wow, its crazy thst I can finally actually visually see what he would look like next to others like Seb and Fernando in this au. Hehehe look at them!!! The boys!!!! Just need Jense :,)

Anyways, I digress, some lore notes about Mark since I don't think I've really talked about him in this au on main much.

He is, of course, Seb's closest servant. His Groom of the Bedchamber(yes that term makes me feel rabid.) He's actually also based on a real guy, whom was described as the Emperor's "favorite" and despite not technically having very important positions, he had a lot of influence because of his closeness and connection with the Emperor. So, yeah, I think that's gives a pretty good pic of Mark in this au :)

He's actually pretty satisfied with his role, but he does feel a bitter and jealous when interacting with others like Jenson and Fernando. Because Mark doesn't have a title, well not in the same way. He's a count, not a King, not a Prince. Yes he's nobility, but not in the same way. And he's satisfied being under Seb, because that's what Mark was raised to do, take care of and keep Seb in line. But often realizes he's never going to be on par with him, not in the same way Fernando can, even if he's Seb's closest confidant.

To build on that. He's very satisfied with his role, and even continues to be satisfied when Fernando comes into the picture. Fernando and Seb don't get along, Mark is always going to be the closest to Seb, always going to know him the best, take care of him the best. But he realizes, he would never get to marry Seb, he's not ranked high enough for that. He was raised to do what's best for the Emperor, he's never going to be able to compete with Seb the same way Fernando can. He really wants Seb and Fernando to succeed! To grow closer! But it still really hurts sometimes.

His closest friend, other than Seb, is Jenson of course(and eventually Fernando, after they stop growling at each other like they're Seb's dogs.) But he does get bitter about Jenson sometimes. Jenson is a prince, who had some great performances in battle. But eventually got tired of that lifestyle, and "retired" to being part of Seb's court. Mark can't really understand that. How do you throw that level of prestige and freedom away. How do you just become the Emperor's servant, when that was never what you were born for. But also, I think Jense definitely uplifts him, they just get along so well, and Jense truly cares for him, no other motives :)

LOL sorry I realize how depressing this sounds 😭 I think all of the above is just Mark at his most bitter, but he's genuinely pretty happy. Think of the whole "not bad for a number 2 driver thing", that's him in this AU. He knows his station, and god damn it, he's gonna be the best, most loyal groom there ever was!! He just cares for Seb so deeply, and it truly is his life path to serve him. Seb cares for him too, feels like he can always rely on him and always be reassured by him and his eternal presence in Seb's life. It's nice to have someone you can always fall back on. Sometimes literally. Yes he makes Mark carry him to bed.

Not to stray away from just Mark, but aaaaahhh the Martian in this AU. Just Mark having to put up with Seb's brattiness all the time, and care for him all the time :) He's so tired of catching Seb naked tho...Seb please put clothes on, this is not befitting of your station. Seb takes Mark with him everywhere, and they share the same bed on trips. Mark is always the first Seb goes to to ask his opinion. I said earlier that Mark feels like he cannot challenge Seb in the same way Fernando can, but Seb really wants him to honestly! He loves hearing Mark's thoughts and opinions. Mark is widely known as Seb's favorite, and is often seen as the second authority in the palace and in the court.

As for Webbonso? I think they really dislike each other in the beginning just because the roles that they're in. They both feel like they're pitted against each other, and ir doesn't help that Seb loves to tease them and often favor one in front of the other(he later realizes how shitty this is, and tries to rectify it, because he never intended to make them actually jealous, he just loves being bratty.) Eventually they realize they're in extremely similar situations(both beholden to and stuck eternally with the Emperor), and find comfort in each other in that.

Yep that's right...the palace is honestly one big polycule djkfkglg. But I hope thay explains Mark in this AU well enougg???? All you need to know: Seb's long-suffering servant.

#heres mark in a wig. if thats your thing! a thing that. no one asked for :)#BUT WAAAAAHHHHH MAN IM SO PROUD OF THIS HONESTLY #how the fuck does he look so handsome???????#i never in a million years thought this wouldve worked. but yep! it does!#but i will say. bro looks like he should be on a dollar bill dhfkkglv #okay anyways yes i understand that this is extremely niche and very confusing to anyone outside my circle #but i hope you like it even if not????? im super proud of this one 🤭🤭#my first time rly drawing him honestly. every other time has been chibis or an obstructed view #BUT THIS. THREW MYSELF INTO THE DEEP END. and i didn't drown!#gotta draw jense next. and his silly bicorn hat. cause hes that kinda guy #i was gonna put mark and jense together. but man i hate keeping art to myself that i finished already #im proud of it! must click post! no hoarding!! or ill never post it lol #aaaahh man im getting drawing men im surprised #im so happy w his expression. w his squiggly eyebrows. he looks very introspective #f1 #formula 1 #mark webber #boy king au #catie.rambling.txt #catie.art.#*sometimes I realize. man if i just took away the historical clothing and wigs and stuff #my art would have such a wider appeal 😭😭#but then i realize. nah i dont give a shit. i draw what i want!!! and you guys will take 1700s Mark and you will LIKE IT

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grapesodatozier · 2 years

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hmm. okay this is super incoherent but I’m thinking about how el loves romance movies with dramatic love confessions, and mike was raised by two parents who don’t love each other but pretend like they do, and I’m thinking about how that affects their love languages and communication styles and what they think love looks like.

because el has learned to see love as big, sweeping, clear statements of love, the word love itself. but mike has seen that you can call something love without that actually meaning anything, and so to him what love actually is is what you do for others, and that’s his love language. when he says, “I say it,” he says it so surely; it’s not a lie, mikes a bad liar. he does say it, just not with words like el does, like el has come to expect from the movies she watches.

which is also really interesting bc she shows love through action so much, but she doesn’t see herself as doing that, she sees it as what she has to do, when everything she does is a way of saying “I love you” without saying it.

mike doesn’t think she’s incredible bc of her powers, he thinks she’s incredible bc of what she does with them, and he has always been the first person to give that type of love right back to her. he is the first to protect her every season: to shelter and feed her, to come up with a distraction for the demodogs, to tell her she doesn’t need to constantly be putting herself at risk for others, to ask for a new plan that doesn’t hurt her. even the little things, like writing letters and hand picking her flowers in her favorite colors and bringing her breakfast. that is how he shows his love for her, and why I think he sounds so solid and honest and serious when he tells her, “I say it,” even when he can’t say it say it

anyway I’m just having some half-formed thoughts about mike trusting actions over words bc of his parents but el needing words bc she can’t see her own actions as the acts of love that they are bc of how she sees herself. with a dash of hollywood influence from the (black and white both literally and metaphorically) romance movies she watched and mimicked in s2

I just think that’s such a real, complex conflict, and I’m actually really impressed with that conversation/argument. but idk maybe it’s not that deep lol (((it’s at least a little deep tho lbr)))

#I love them both so much vol 2 please honor their complexity I’m begging #st4 spoilers #st4 #mileven #angst cw #abuse ment tw #sort of? implied at least so just to be safe

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kdream-factory · 2 years

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ATEEZ San: Touchin’ you tonight

San being readers best friends bigger brother.

[Warnings: smuuuut, concept of virginity, reader being female, a bit of alcohol (Sans drink not having alcohol tho), unprotected sex (No No No, not good), best friends brother, absolutely not proofread so this might lack gramatically as well as in content]

It was the first wedding you were ever attending. Well, it was your best friends wedding. She and her now husband, both rather young, finally stood their ground after all their families disapproval because “they were ‘too’ young”. You couldn’t care any less nor could them. It was such a happy day, it was almost impossible for any sadness to slip up. Almost.

You were pretty occupied with different tasks the whole time. Making sure to get a polaroid picture of all the guests and remind them to later glue the pictures into the guest book, making sure not to forget any of the lines of your speech you prepared for the couple, being your best friends maid of honor, making sure that the kids would keep their distance from the pool to not fall in there as the parents were too busy chatting with other parents and ultimately making sure all this didn’t ruin your looks. you were invested in making this wedding as perfect as you could and even tho the wedding planner was there to do most of the stuff you took care of the guests because you wanted to and mainly because you could.

Your were, unbelievably, the only person at that wedding who did not have a partner by their side and all of them reminded you of how “sad it is for you to be all alone when you should have someone by your side you could marry young soon too”, this statement being totally contradictory to what they thought when the wedding couple announced they’d get married. That’s why you were pretty happy with wandering around mingling with everyone to keep you distracted. Honestly speaking thanks to you the day kept rolling smoothly.

As soon as the wedding ceremony had started the tears were rolling. people were crying and throwing rose petals when the freshly weds walked down the aisle, photos were made and the couple disappeared for a one to two hours photoshoot with their wedding photographer. This was the first time you were able to relax for a bit, not that you realised you had needed it. You sat down in one of the cute looking wicker armchairs in some corner with your first drink of the night, crossed your legs over each other and took a breath. You smoothed out your champagne colored silk dress, adjusting the back of it which was actually not covered by more than some strings that were meant to be the dresses shoulder straps. You were glad you didn’t wear a real bra, would’ve looked ridiculous anyways because you wouldve been able to see it from the open back, instead wearing a silicone bra to glue on with no straps at all. Cashier made you pay 30 dollars but those were worth it, your boobs didn’t sit weirdly in that dress once that day, but instead the dress did not sit right. You were constantly pulling on it for it to sit correctly again... what a bummer.

One minute after sitting down you saw an all too familiar face approaching you taking a seat in the armchair next to you. It was Choi San, your best friends older brother who you had totally forgotten about due to being so busy with your thoughts running everywhere where kids where running... You felt weird about him randomly sitting with you; actually it wasn’t that random but you liked to tell that yourself. San was two years older than you and your best friend, you and her being 21 which made him 23. You have known her since forever, you regularly having sleepovers at her place and literally living there during summer breaks in high school. San was basically there not only undergoing his sisters puberty but yours too. From seeing you sneeking into the kitchen at night to grab your crying best friend and yourself the weirdest combination of food you could find to lighten up her mood or you getting a key and chilling alone at their place when your lessons were canceled but hers weren’t, giving you a full day off school and her a packed day with lectures. He saw you at your worst, literally. What made you really uncomfortable was that you had developed a small crush on San over the past four years not knowing wether it was because you started fantacising about the male gender anyways and you and your best friend talking about doing naughty stuff with boys while constantly running past San in sweats and a tshirt with wet hair and a towel or because you actually liked him, not knowing how you could’ve developed those feelings because you didn’t really “know” him... you did but at the same time you didn’t.

San: “Y/N” *pause* “You look very nice”. He took a small breath, trying to get that last bit of air in his lungths for him to exhale it just as fast.

Y/N: “Thanks. You look very handsome too”. You were fumbling with your glass. His presence made you nervous. It gave you a reason to go throw your hair and any folds in your dress more than you already did. “Uh, where is your plus one for tonight?”

San: “Hm... don’t have anyone. What about you? You didn’t bring your boyfriend?”. He leaned forward while asking that question, moving his hands over his thighs stroking the fabric. He seemed like he didn’t wanna be sitting right here which made you a little anxious. Did he feel uncomfortable about having to talk to you? If so why did he come into your direction...

Y/N: “I don’t have a boyfriend. In fact, never had one. But I’m okay with it. I’m more surprised about you not bringing someone with you. I thought I was literally the only one with no partner at this wedding.”

San nodded curiosly when you told him you had nobody at the moment. Somehow his body language was so odd today you had trouble reading it. He seemed like he was just being friendly and pretend to be interested; not that you mind, why would San care anyways.

San: “Nope, haven’t had anyone in a while too. Wait that sounded a little wrong-”

Y/N: “Uhm no actually it sounded normal until you made it sound ambiguous”

San: “Oh I- uh...”

Y/N: “I was fooling with you. Keep going.”

San was puzzled and you noticed. For some reason it felt just so weird to even talk to him. All the other conversations you ever had were about school and teachers if they ever went past bigger conversations, rarely. Now having to talk to him about the concept of what it would be being an adult for the next few hours- odd. You wondered what San must’ve been thinking at this moment.

San: “So uhm... what I came to tell you besides you looking breathtaking was that I noticed you keeping the mood here alive and I just wanted to offer you my help like... I don’t know uh- I heard you would be organizing the game before dinner right?”

Odd. Odd for him to comment on your “breathtaking” appearance - again -.

Y/N: “Oh, how sweet of you. Yeah I’d like for you to help me. Would save me a lot of time.”

So while you were explaining the game to him and when to prepare for it you two got ready and collected several pens and papers for the guests to write one inside joke only them and the wedding couple would know and one fact about them that was a bit more obvious that when read out loud the couple would have to guess on who wrote it down. Said and done you collected all the papers again and when the couple came back from their photo session they sat down, tight schedule, to officially welcome all the guest, say their thank you’s and hear some guests speeches. All patiently waiting for what was to come next. You and San stood up with the papers and a mic explaining what was to come. Needless to say it was a very entertaining round of laughter for half an hour and some story telling explaining the behind about the stories. San and you did half and half, you reading out some and then him pretending you were the best hosts of this event, living that moment, him taking occasional glances at you and your dress, specificaly your cleavage because reading the jokes out loud made you forget about adjusting your dress, quickly looking back at his papers when you turned your face to him.

At the end of the game you two rounded everything up with a congrats to the couple, a wink to your best briend and a “the buffet is now open”. Both of you were the first ones to head there making the other guests laugh.

San peeked over your shoulde to see what food was to come next, taking the chance to sniff some of your perfume without you noticing.

Y/N: “You could’ve gone infront of me if you are so desperatly curious on what food they have to offer San. Are you that hungry?”

He was backing off a bit, too embarassed on you calling him out thinking you might have noticed him taking in your scent.

San: “Oh sorry sorry I- yeah I’m-” - He was eyeing you up and down and he was scolding himself on the inside for making it so obvious - “I’m very hungry right now.

You and San sat down again and started actually chatting about life and old stories, now being very chill about it since you two have grown up. Maybe you two just needed food to loosen up a bit. It was ridiculous how good you two were talking to each other, the other guests who knew you noticing and nudging their aunts and uncles to then point at you two, the weeing couple getting a hang of what their closest guests were gossiping about, then observing you and him too for a while. San and you were well aware of the attention you two had on you but neither of you could mind any less. Him being relieved and actually happy about having such good conversation while you were busy fighting your own mind on stopping to think about having Sans hand on your thigh under the table. It was incredible how fast your thoughts switched that day. Unbeknownst to you, San his thoughts did too, him being just a tad bit more happy about thinking sane again.

Fast forward, all food was eaten, more drinks were intus and you and the bride were sprawled around the Candy bar. San and the broom snapping pictures of you two to later make sure to stick into the guest book too. You however took a doughnut and walked straight to San, not accepting the fact that he was having fun with taking eventually embarassing pictures of you.

Y/N: “Sannie come on, take a bite!”

San was struggling to keep you away from the polaroid camera.

San: “No stop it! You’re gonna get my suit dirty Y/N.”

While holding his arm to try and drag it down you said: “Oh so what? We can take it off if it gets dirty!”

San seemed a bit irritated by that comment and indeed lowered his arm which gave you the chance to lead the doughnut to his lips. He shoved the camera into your hand and took the doughnut instead, to what you instantly took a few pictures of, your own doughnut still in the other hand. You sat next to him and got near his head biting into your doughnut and snapping a selfie with the polaroid camera. It was all too amusing to look at because in the next moment the news reached to you that the DJ had arrived. Perfect timing to get a drink you thought. And by this you seperated from San again, leaving him sitting alone with the rest of the doughnut and a polaroid camera.

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The DJ was playing dope music. Typical club music that changed to R’n’B Music, something you’d usually rub your body on someone elses body just like the wedding couple did. You on the other hand had your eight drink of the day in hand on which you and some other guest argued on that the bartender put little to no alcohol into the drinks that day. Not to your disappointment because you were enjoying yourself on the crowded dancefloor anyways. You were absolutely having your moment. Glass in the air, feeling the beat, dancing like that good looking bitch that you were, moving your hands over your body, swaying your hips delicate to the music and exchanging smiles with some other guests who were dancing with you. When your attention came across San standing at the bar, a glass in his hand, you didn’t mind keeping eye contact with him while mouthing the lyrics to Trey Songz ‘Touchin, Lovin’. When that party pooper looked down to his glass to avoid your stares you made your way to his and took his hand while drinking your glass empty to place it on the counter. You tried to pull him on the dance floor but he refused to. You got closer to him to not yell over the music.

Y/N: “Sannie why don’t you wanna dance with me?”

No answer... ouch. You stoped moving your body.

Y/N: “San. I want to dance with you.”

San: “No. You’re drunk.”

Pathetic excuse you thought.

Y/N: “The bartender put almost no alcohol in all of the guests drinks San. I doubt that I am near to tipsy. Please come with me. Wouldn’t it be nice to make a memory together on your sisters and my best friends, wedding?”

San: “Believe me I do want to.”

This got you confused.

Y/N: “Well then come on? What’s stopping you?”. You did not wait for an answer and finally pulled him onto where you wanted to have him. At first just awkwardy holding hands and swaying them from left to right and him making you do a twirl like you were dancing to a country song...

Y/N: “No San. That’s not what I want. I want us to dance!”

This man was trying everything to avoid touching your body but you just had to be so dang stubborn. On the other hand it was super hot for you to take things into your own hands and him seeing you knowing what you want. And so he gave in.

The lyrics saying “I’m touchin you tonight-” and you put his hands around your waist, wandering your own past his arms onto his shoulders, giving them a quick massage whispering for him to stop being so stiff. San hoped that the disco lights weren’t reflecting the sweat building on his forehead. He. Was. Nervous. And he had all the rights to be. He was worrying about other guests looking especialy the bride and what they would think, you being his sisters best friend. He was worrying about his own state, questioning wether this was okay but if he had to be honest his mind had changed the minute he first saw you today. It was natural for him to be all nervous. He alway ever saw you in pajamas with cute little smiling cookies on them or just your pre-teen clothes but THIS? This was you as the woman he didn’t know you could be. He rarely ever saw you in the past since all of you had their own apartments now. He didn’t know your cookie pajamas turned into black shorts that showed your ass cheeks all too well and an oversized shirt that rid down your shoulder, your boobs being bigger now and while going outside, you wore tight jeans, tops and bras that rounded up what was there to show wearing make up and having styled hair. No, even unstyled and without make up or all that stuff... you were a woman now and he tried everything to ignore that fact and trick himself into believing you weren’t. Because he was liking who this woman was.

San took a breather and just took you in for a second. Seeing you enjoy yourself, wanting to pull him into that feeling of enjoyment, he let you. He properly held you around your waist. Actually he let his hands wander to your back making the distance between you two a bit smaller. And when he put in effort to dance he elicited a smile from you. He was surprised by the fact that you sang the lyrics with no thought behind it while dancing with him. He slid one hand up your side and up your arm until it reached your hand leaving a bigger gap between you two just when the song changed just to turn you over and pull you in again, your back pressed to his chest... your bum pressed to his front. 2 On by Tinashe now playing. This Playlist was made for you two.

You felt Sans breath becoming irregular by the second and you tried to reach one hand behind you to reassure him this is okay, that this is fine. It did no better. San felt intoxicated and at the same time he never felt so out of control. He felt like he was 15 again, drooling over his hot physics teacher in middle school. Like a boy who couldn’t control his mind. And this went on for the next three or four songs. You lost count. Him and you getting closer and closer, grinding onto each other. He was whispering into your ear not calculating if you would be able to understand due to the volume of the music.

San: “Y/N... This is wrong on all levels”

You turned around, putting your hands on his neck again, resting your lower arms on his sholders, him grabbing a hold of them.

Y/N: “Sweetie don’t ruin this for me. What makes you think so?”

The nickname giving him chills. You were his younger sisters best friend. Who were you to talk to him like this. Like he wasn’t older than you and like you weren’t 13 anymore... ironic.

San: “You know why”

Y/N: “No I don’t. And I most certainly don’t see why this would be a problem so why don’t you tell me what bothers you hm? I just wanna dance.”

San: “Y/N this isn’t ‘just dancing’... You know the rules.”

Y/N: “Oh I wasn’t aware we set any rules here what is-”

His hand wandered to your hips, sqeezing them.

San: “Gosh it’s an unspoken rule Y/N... Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

Y/N: “Believe me I do but I decide to ignore such concept of a rule because it’s bullshit and I thought you were smarter than this. I don’t live by such ridiculous rules. San Nobody here seems to mind you and me dancing like this and for sure not your sister. If anything she is too drunk and concentrated on her man. I know you’re enjoying this and damn well am I so what is fucking up with you?”

San: “I... I can’t do this with the younger friend of my sister as much as I would want to. I promise you -I shouldn’t even be telling you this- I have been trying to keep my hands off of you because you look so damn fine. The things I’d do to you in that dress-”

San broke. His words spilled out like a waterfall and when he was able to stop himself he looked you in the eyes, completely baffled that he basically just told his younger sisters friend that he would fuck her. You were amused. You put a finger under his chin and scanned his face.

Y/N: “May I remind you San... I may be younger than you but I am not the young friend you so like to treasure in your memories anymore. Shove that to the side. I want you and you have been acting too damn odd and distant the first half of the day. I am not letting this opportunity go by not offering you a chance now to man up and make a move. I. Want. You”.

San was flustered to have you like this infront of him. In his hands actually. Giving him his chance to do things to you and make you dirty. To ruin you and the image he had of you. the only question being if he really wanted to accept that new image in his head.

San: “How do we do it?”

And you got what you wanted. That dark gaze of his gave you goosebumps. You came up with a quick plan in your mind.

Y/N: “Listen. I’m gonna pretend I slipped while dancing and my heel made me twist my ankle or something. You will hold me and help me to the bathroom to cool my ankle. Got it?”. He gave you a nod. And your little act began. You pretended to slip and San pretended to catch you. Your face was plastered in pain and some guests came to you to reassure themselves that you were okay. Your best friend noticed too and rushed to your side. You’re fall must’ve been grammy worthy for you to gather this much people round you. San held you close and shooed them off while telling everybody he would take you to the toilet to cool the ankle, just like you told him he should. Said and done he put your arm around his shoulder and his arm behind your back walking into the direction of the bathrooms. When you turned around the corner where nobody could see you two you took in your normal posture and stopped for a second. You put your body on his faces close to each other.

Y/N: “That was hot.”

But swiftly breaking contact and pulling him to the mens bathroom, not forgetting to lock the door.

San: “You’re insane for this.”

Y/N: “No I’m not. You’re just afraid someone might catch us. Now kiss me or I will... I have done the most part of this already.”

However, he did not kiss you. He pulled you in further into the bathroom right infront of the huge mirror that was hanging above the counter turning you to look into it, him still close behind you. The light was dim, perfect for the mood.

San: “You know what lured me in the most today?”

You shook your head but there was no need to answer. His hand went to your hips, one finding its way to the back of your dress, lingering his fingers over your exposed skin, playing with the strings, following the line to your shoulder to shove off the strings off your shoulder and make the dress fall a bit to expose even more of your cleavage. He attached his lips to your neck kissing it with delicate, light but still hungry kisses. By the look of his face you could think he was intoxicated. And he truely was.

San: “You look so fucking sexy. I had such a hard time to remain calm about it.”

More kisses were placed on your neck going up your face. A hand came around to grab your chin once again and tilt your face back to his, his heavy watch on his wrist reflecting the light from the lamp above it. His action made you slip a moan which he caught in an intense kiss. Finally. You pressed your ass into his crotch just for him to turn you around and get you two more comfortable for a make out. You two were exploring each others lips but he had the upper hand being the dominant one when moving your lips against each other. You had to push him away for a moment to get some air again. Your cheeks were visibly red to which he chuckled. You staring up at him gave you that innocent look again.

San: “Baby you look like a cute little kitten that wants to be taken care of right now with your doe eyes. It drives me crazy.”

Y/N: “I would love for you to properly take care of me like nobody has San.”

San: “Beg for it. You sounded so heavenly great when you told me you wanted me to do things to you back on the dance floor. Could you do that for me kitty?”

You scoffed and looked to the side. At first he didn’t want you for his own sake and now he sounds like this was his idea...

San: “Come on baby you were so good with your words just a few minutes ago. Cat got your tongue?”

Y/N: “Urrghh San! I’m too desperate right no to wait for anything to happen. I have been internally drooling over you in that suit and more so has my lower region been flooded by some sea and I honestly can’t take any fussy words right now so will you pleeaaase do your work and fuck me? Just touch me please... ruin me!”

He was so turned on by that, his boner was getting harder and harder in no time. He bit his lip and ripped off that dress, making you squeal by the sudden move. After your dress and that ‘bra’ were slid off he worked on making his own clothes coming off, you unbottoning his jaquette while he was working on his tie.

Y/N: “Keep the tie on.”

He followed your instructions and while you worked on freeing his upper body he hastily opened his belt and pulled down his pants. He then pulled of Jaquette and his Shirt and just stood there with hung low pants, no shirt, a tie and lipstic over his lips. You grazed his bulge with your hand over his boxers and started moving your hands watching him sigh and throwing his head back.

San: “Hell yeah princess. That feels great”

Another nickname that gave you shivers. You bent down to completely pull down Sans boxers just to be met with his huge cock right infront of your face, it standing proudly against his stomach where you could see veins forming on his abdomen. You were mesmerized. He chuckled once again.

San: “Stand up baby.”

You took in the sight of his girth and slowly looked up to meet his gaze. He started leaning in very slowly again just to stop right infront of your lips. His hands haltered around your hips, his fingers linking in with the waistband of your panties and started pulling them down while still being so close he looked down and it was so freaking hot. It made you feel like he was in control. And he was. When you stepped out of your panties he took you in for another kiss, his hands roaming on your body, at first your waist to pull you in as close as possible then cupping your breast and giving them a small massage to cupping your jaw and deepening the kiss. He made sure to remember all of your skin with his hands. His right hand went down your stomach touching your pussy to feel how wet it indeed was. He spread your lower lips with two fingers and gently rubbed them up and down to smear some of your wetness around. Your legs gave in a bit but to your luck Sans other hand held you up, your moans now becoming more. When he decided he had enough he grabbed both your thighs and ordered for you to jump on the counter. When sat, he spread your legs. It was a bit humiliating at first. He just stood there admiring your pussy like it was some famous painters artwork. He wet his lips with his tongue and mentally took a picture of it. You felt heat rush into your belly and pulled on his tie to signal for him to do something. He looked up at you and gave you a reassuring nod. He got a few steps closer do you and put one hand around you to hold himself on the counter, the other hand now on his cock giving it a few strokes while you both watched him do so. Aligning it to your entrance he first rubbed his tip on it.

San: “Y/N have you had sex before?”

Y/N: “No... have not”

San: “Acting so mature and telling me ou haven’t been fucked yet? Princess this might hurt a little then. I’ll do everything to distract you from the pain okay?”

You shook your head. Your hands gripped his shoulders widing your legs a bit more for him. You bit your lip and gave him the green light to go in. And so he did. Bit by bit. Tip in, he waited for a second, looking up and down between you and his cock waiting for you. You saw San flexing his jaw. He was trying to hold it in not to rut into you like he wanted. He tried distracting you both when slowly going in more by kissing your lips slowly, enjoying the taste of the many Aperol Spritz you had. You almost got so lost in kissing that you forgot not even half of his penis being inside of you. Between the kisses you told him to continue moving and he took that opportunity to move in almost completely. You hissed a bit when you felt the pain breaking from the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck, your head leaning against his chest. He started stroking your back and gave your head a few kisses reassuring you the pain will go away in a bit,

San: “B-Babe do you want me to move out?”

Y/N: “NO no please don’t. Just- Just touch me. Touch me anywhere.”

San started kissing your forehead, then placing his lips there without moving. He started bottoming out again. One of his hands went to play with your breast circling a finger slowly around your nipple moving one thumb over it making it hard. His other hand going down to your clit slowly drawing circles there too. Almost immediately you threw back your head. He looked up at you moaning his name and he couldn’t but take that opportunity to leave some hickeys on your neck. Something he know you would be mad at him for later.

Y/N: “San this feels- hhnngg- good. Please please move now”

San: “Y-yeah, yeah I will princess. I will.”

His cock went in further and further. You threw your head back once again, your hair swingin back. San waited so patiently but he couldn’t wait any more.

San: “Baby I have to properly move now or I will loose my mind!”

San put your legs aroung his waist for you to get ready and one moment later he bottomed out almost completely to then slam in again, making you moan once again. He kept his head low and nuzzled in your neck, grunting and groaning while repeating to thrust into you with a steady rythm. It felt like an hour for him when truely it was just a minute or two. Time was such a weird concept in this situation anyways. You moved your hands over his back eventually scratching it with your nails to find something to hold onto as San kept on thrusting fast. He swung one arm around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder and his other hand held your thigh up for you as your legs gave in more and more. He was able to open his eyes for a moment to look into the mirror and see your body being fucked by him. He was keeping a good pace when suddenly you started chanting for him to go harder pulling on his tie.

Y/N: “San please go harder, please please fuck me harder!”

San: “Fuck I’m gonna ruin this pussy. MY pussy. Hear that? This is- ah- my pussy to fuck!”

Y/N: “Oh gosh yes San only yours please ah!”

San rutted into you harder. His hip movement was so amazing at this point, his ass tensing up to push his hips deeper into yours and to continuously hear skin on skin slap against each other and you repeatedly crying out his name. He couldn’t stop but kiss you wildly and mark you as his. He was slamming into you and both of your panting got louder, him saying your name over and over again.

Y/N: “San I feel like I’m gonna cum soon Oh please don’t stop it feels too good aah!”

San: “Hell fuck I’m gonna come too my princess. Wait for me a little will you?”

You gave him a fast nod and held onto him even more biting down a bit on his shoulder which gave San his last reason to bring you two to your climax. His speed faltered a bit but his hard thrusts became no less to which you instinctively clung your legs around his hips to pull him in as close as you could. San giving it his last power, fastly started circling his thumb against your clit again which brought out a moan of you signaling that your having a big orgasm which was music to his ears. Just a few seconds later his thrust became irregular. He gave his last power, his last groans and grunts, his last breath for the last push and him throwing back his head while straightening his back and pushing forward his hip into yours, balls deep and then emptied inside of you.

San bend down his upper body and collapsed on you thrusting forward just a tad bit to ride out your orgasms. You had no strength in holding yourself up anymore which San noticed. He hugged you and brought your body up to his for you to rest your face in his chest. You two were fucked out. He repeatedly kissed your temples and when you looked up at him he swore he could almost feel himself twitch and go hard again. He gave your lips a chast kiss and slowly pulled out to what you gifted him one last moan.

Y/N: “I feel so empty without you inside of me San”

San: “Please don’t say stuff like that or I might get hard again. I’m too fucked out for this.”

Y/N: “San I have to be honest with you...”

Oh god. What would come now? Were you going to tell him he was bad? That you didn’t enjoy it? Did you regret it? You giggled to his startled face.

Y/N: “I’m too selfish for this to be the only time we ever fucked. I- I want THIS to become my sex life San.”

San: “Oh damn was it that good?”

Y/N: “Are you joking? You can’t tell me you didn’t think this was insanely good.”

San: “Hm yeah literally it was.”

You two tried gaining some strength again. He helped you off the counter and put on your panties and dress for you, kissing your shoulders in the process again. While he put on his clothes you turned to the mirror to fix your hair and make up. When you two got finished he turned you around grabbing both of your hands. He gave you a smirk.

San: “I’m taking you home now to sleep in my bed next to me. Tomorrow you and I will have a nice date I am taking you on and we will be having more sex too”

Y/N: “You know, its super hot for you to suddenly claim me like I have always been yours when this morning you still thought of me as that innocent best friend your sister has and now you fucked exactly that innocent girl.”

San: “Let’s not call it ‘claiming’ but instead realising how stupid I have been for not making a move all the time...”

Y/N: “True. Then lets head off to your place. Let’s tell the others my ankle hurts really bad and that you’ll bring me home.”

San: “Okay Princess. Anything you say.”

Helping you walk, him and you got into the dance room saying goodbyes to everyone and then leaving in Sans car to his place making sure to secretely take one of the polaroids you and him took together that layed sprawled on the table with the guest book next to the entrance~~~~~~~

The next morning you woke up to a message of your best friend:

Bestieee <3 Good morning girlie! I hope your ankle doesn’t hurt too bad :( The staff at the wedding asked me about a silicone bra sticking to the wall in the mens bathroom. I told them this wouldn’t have been from one of my guest. But anw odd what people leave in bathrooms right ;) It was so much fun and I love you so much for everything :*

While you showed San that message you mumbled: “30 dollars for nothing...”

San: “What do you mean nothing? The sex was the opposite of nothing may I remind you- and you look better without it anyways.”

Y/N: “What did you just say?”

San: “Nothing!”

#San #san smut #ateez san #ateez #san x reader #choi san #ateez san smut #san oneshot #ateez fanfiction #san fanfiction #best friends brother #best friends brother san

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faintedlcve · 5 months

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Hellllooo,

Omg I really needed more swiftie mutuals <3

Please rant about all things you like, i love rants, gosh we seem to have so many close interests, I am not a writer tho, but I do read, effectively making me a reader which doesn't sound as cool, now that I think about it.

My fav Taylor song at the moment is "Slut!". I cannot get that out of my head. I mean "got lovesick all over my bed", I die a little everytime I hear that.

Fav Olivia song at the moment is logical (kinda like you username aah). I still CANNOT get over "can't take a joke, can't get you off". Like please kill me already.

Fav Sabrina song at the moment is probably "because i liked a boy". (damn who hurt me?)

And fav conan song at the moment, "Lookalike"

Tell me yours?

Nyc.

hiiii

omg thank you thank you thank youuuu <33

okay so i love a lot of things some of them are pretty questionable but I'm questionable literally ask anyone on the discord server so its fine. anywhoo, i love taylor, maisie, gracie, phoebe, alix page, lucy (dacus not myself I'm not THAT narcissistic), olivia hardy (from wasia project) julien, conan, liv, sab (and @loserdiaz but that's a known fact) and so many other people to the point that even i cant keep track. oh and i love laufey, mitski and lyn lapid just bc.

my current fav by wasia project is petals on the moon but ur so pretty especially live from the studio is so gooddd

anywayss, reading is really cool thats how i got into writing (which is the best thing ever ik /hj) i also really really like reading bc it makes me smart and it's super fun

which is your favourite book series?? mine is lockwood and co as if you couldn't already tell by the amount of times I've mentioned it i also really love agggtm series bc why wouldn't it its so good. I'm sure i love so many more book series but my memory sucks (it does not but I'm lazy so I'll use that as an excuse)

anywhooo, i love scream which is weird bc i watched the first one when i was 10 (i know, who let me do that???) and i... liked it? (I'm very questionable i know) but i also tend to rant about it as if its real life (like WHY DID THEY KILL OF *insert name of dead character* IM SO MAD) and not a movie so I'm a bit annoying sometimes but pls don't tell me that otherwise I'll start crying /j

hmm my favourite taylor song atm would be "is it over now?" or "now that we don't talk" bc at the moment i resonate so well with those songs (ikr my life sounds like a nightmare: it is but it isn't really? idk) at yes i totally agree with the "got lovesick all over my bed statement but" also "love thorns all over this rose" and omg "you're not saying you're in love with me, BUT !! YOURE !! GONNA !! DO !!" like who gave taylor the right to be such a mastermind (funny, right? no? okay.) like the entire song, heck the entire album is so GOOD. HER ENTIRE DISCOGRAPHY IS SO GOOD. (this is totally normal fan behaviour btw)

favourite liv song atm is probably lacy but i love all of the songs all the album (and yes logical is soooo good i mean i have to love it otherwise my url is meaningless) but my favourite lyric from the entire album is probably "we both drew blood but man THOSE CUTS were NEVER EQUAL!!" from the grudge (also one of my top 3) bc that hits DEEP. (bc the cuts were deep, i know I'm so funny /j)

favourite sab song atm is prolly cindy lou who / opposite (been there) / a nonsense christmas. i cheated but i simply cant choose one shes too good. also super funny bc cindy lou who and opposite are like sad vibes and then a nonsense christmas i want you to [redacted] and [redacted] me on the couch while we [redacted] presents (sorry i just think I'm so funny when I'm not but dont tell me that i wanna be a stand up comedian no I'm just kidding I'm not a failure. IM JOKING) (also regarding bc i liked a boy, I agree. who hurt you???)

anyways, my favourite conan song atm is prolly the best known option "heather" BUT i also like "the cut that always bleeds" the entire of kid krow tbh

okay i wrote a lot asdxcasdcvafd sorry

alsooo, you didnt ask this but my favourite gracie abrams song atm is "where do we go now?" and "cedar" (you arent mine) bc its such a heartbreaking song especially when you can relate to it. ooh and i also love camden, painkillers, rockland and long sleeves but they're all pretty depressing so if you don't like sad songs they're prolly not for you.

and THANK YOU for this ask this was so fun send me more sometimes <333

#taylor swift #gracie abrams #maisie peters #olivia rodrigo #sabrina carpenter #conan gray #boygenius #phoebe bridgers #lucy dacus #julien baker #alix page #music #moots <3 #luce posts 💌

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welome-bob · 9 months

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On Usopp and his cowardice

Take a look at pre times timeskip Usopp and tell me he doesn't have imposter syndrome. I dare you. When he joined the crew back in the east blue he was a coward and to this day he still is, let's be real. But he is extremely good at what he does, same as the rest of the crew. Sure, he doesn't aspire to become the best sniper in the world like Zoro does with his goal of becoming the strongest swordsman, but he has shown time and time again that he could be. That doesn't stop him however from shying away from any kind of danger since he perceives himself to be just not cut out for dealing with this shit.

But every so often, he has his moments. He defeated one of Arlong's goons after deciding he had run away long enough now. He stood up to Mr. 4 and Ms. Merry Christmas when they mocked Luffy because no one talks about his captain like this. And of course he challenged Luffy to a duel for the Merry, knowing full well he stood absolutely no chance. Because his desire to protect is perhaps the only thing greater than his cowardice.

And then there's the Enies Lobby arc. Usopp had just split from the crew after aforementioned duel, but Robin is still his friend and she's in grave danger. So of course he goes. He has to. He needs to protect. But he can't. Not only because after what just happened he cannot possibly just stroll onto the sea train and act like nothing happened but also this is a heavily guarded government facility. Every new island they visited on the grandline, he said something along the lines of "I can't, we shouldn't, my allergies to new and dangerous territory is kicking in" (even tho we know he can, and they do anyways). And that's when he doesn't even know what's out there yet. This time? You bet he crapped his pants before he put on that mask. But he did it anyway.

Now, the Sogeking persona obviously also served comedic purposes. He sang a whole theme song for himself. Everyone immediately knew what was happening (but said nothing, which says a lot about the bonds within the crew). Except for Luffy and Chopper who are of course fucking idiots when it comes to stuff like this. But it's not only comedic. There are moments in this arc that I genuinely believe could not have happened like this if Usopp hadn't been wearing that mask. First and foremost: shooting down the World Gov flag. Hadn't Usopp worn that mask, he would have cried, he would've called Luffy crazy, asked him if he knew that he ordered him to challenge the entire world to war. And then ultimately do it anyway because it needs to happen. But Sogeking? Uses the opportunity to flex his new sling like an absolute chad.

What really gets me about all this is that during his fight against Perona, when all hope seemed lost, he cried out for help to Sogeking, a fake persona he had created himself. So much so he believed in this stronger version of himself that he asked him for help, then donned the mask and served an excellent victory over Perona, using her fear instead of beating her with brute force because much like himself, ultimately she's a coward.

Now here we are with a character that is extremely capable at what he's doing. The craftsmanship. The sniping. And still. And still he thinks that he's in way over his head in all this. Admittedly, sometimes he is. Sugar and Trebol was an unwinnable fight for him, but he made it anyway because of hubris and comedic plot armor. Still he chose this fight, again, because his drive to protect overwhelmed his cowardice.

With all this being said, I'd like to come back to my statement from the beginning. This all looks like a form of Imposter Syndrome this kid has been struggling with almost the entire journey with the Straw Hats. He is loved by his friends and valued by his captain, and he has a lot of accomplishments to be proud of, and yet he can't overcome his crippling cowardice.

At least, not yet. And to be honest, seeing him struggling with that makes him all the more endearing. His goal of becoming a Brave Warrior of the Sea seems like a low bar to clear compared to what the rest of the Straw Hats aspire to, but it's so much harder for him to do than it would be for them and that's okay. I for one can't wait to see him finally reach that goal, however long it may take.

#one piece #usopp #character analysis #sogeking

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captain-hen · 1 year

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re your complaints/critiques on 911 said in an anon response:

I 100% agree!! On the finale, I love everything about the first 30 minutes! the bridge collapse is everything, i could go on about that for hours, even the birth on the couch, i thought that was a funny twist in the couch theory. I love everyone else's storylines (bathena honeymoon, henren's newest foster daughter, madney wedding planning) I could like eddie with marisol if it ends with him growing and them not together, but buck's ending was so infuriating! like you said it felt like he was going in circles which can be true to real life, doesn't always make for good television. The biggest thing im worried about it it being nearly exactly like bucktaylor, especially if they last a season. I don't care if its a slowburn but like you said, theres slowburn and setting up something with no payoff over and over

anyways, Im surprised they didn't circle back to jo and mallory (molly maybe?). they usually circle back to the injuries of the week to get the like conclusion so (and i didn't realize until after) to not circle back to them felt weird. Do you think we'll get them in the next season?

OH also i thought it was so interesting that we almost / could've gotten the lees for this ep! tbh i thought it would be a scene where chim is in the hospital with maddie (if this wouldn't be a scene were maddie and chim jump the gun andd marry) and they reaffirm that chim is a psuedo son to them this leads to my other question: did you think we would've gotten a madney wedding like in the S2 finale for Bathena and would you have wanted that?

anyways, I thought this ep did the platonic relationships really well (buck and hen, buck and chim, hen and chim, and buck and bobby) and did literally every other storyline well except for buck's ending

i realize like as i finished that this was kinda neg so if you don't want to respond to any of this dw I understand adsf

i enjoyed everything related to the emergency! i thought it was done very well, while i wanted it to be more high-stakes i get why they couldn't end what they thought might be their last episode on a cliffhanger or something. the 'pay it forward' thing really worked so well, not just with the civilians and jeff but i also clocked it with ravi and buck (someone also pointed out that the 118's degree of injuries was based on how much experience they've had on the job, which is why ravi didn't face any danger at all, and i thought that was an interesting theme!). i enjoyed how they wrapped up the other characters and i love that bathena got their cruise.

my major problem is the way buck's storyline was resolved, while the sperm donor thing was wrapped up very well; i'm unhappy and tired of him going in circles with natalia yet again. i also dislike the implication that him ending the season being single would mean it's an 'unhappy' ending for him—aside from all the obvious issues with that statement, buck literally started out this season by trying to be comfortable in being single and figuring out life by himself. it would have been the PERFECT conclusion to his arc. i love buck, i really do, but i'm not interested in sitting through who knows how many more episodes of him trying to learn this lesson again, i'm just not.

the thing with eddie and marisol was actually cute and it went more or less how i expected tbh. the way she was re-introduced left very little doubt that eddie would date her again. (given the lack of set-up, tho, i wouldn't be surprised if they opened up s7 with the relationship having fizzled out during the time-gap).

when i saw the synopsis mentioning the lees, i thought they might appear in a montage of sorts with chim recovering and i'm disappointed we didn't get to see that, especially with the stuff with chim's dad. (side note: 911 really needs to do better on the chimney front. i'm gonna need a season 7 that treats him like his own person for the entirety of it, not just maddie's partner. 6B has given us some of that, but i need more).

i'm actually glad they didn't rush the madney wedding. the bathena wedding being the way it was kinda made sense given the circumstances of how they got together in the first place, and how their relationship progressed from there. madney on the other hand—they've always taken things slow, they've been cautious and thoughtful while taking each step, largely because of their own past and baggage. what worked for bathena wouldn't really work for them, especially considering maddie's trauma surrounding marriage, i'm really glad they didn't rush this.

#neethu answers #poc-movie-supremacy #911 spoilers

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ae-neon · 1 year

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Reading Throne of Glass (31-34)

Recap

Dorian is falling in love with Celaena

Chaol is getting suspicious of Duke Perrington

Celaena has the first queen as a ghost guide

Chapter 31

Elena's ghost visits Celaena. She can sense the ghost even in her sleep but can't sense Dorian when she's awake. The crown prince must have maxed out his sneak skills.

So Elena can tell Celaena that she shouldn't bother to reach for a knife and that it will do no harm in plain English but when it comes to clues she's suddenly so cryptic and fond of riddles. Celaena should throw salt at her.

Anyways Elena tells her to look right for the answer.

The next day Celaena has a Test, also recently another competitor was found dead once again. The Test is poisons.

She had five minutes left—five minutes during which she not only had to identify the poisons in seven goblets, but arrange them in the order of the most benign to the deadliest. The true test, however, would come at the end of the five minutes, when they were to drink from the goblet they deemed the most harmless. If they got the answer wrong...

If Pelor doesn't win I'm gonna throw my phone fr.

Celaena glanced to the right to find Pelor, the gangly young assassin, watching her. He was down to the same two goblets that she struggled with, and she watched as he put the water glass at the very end of the spectrum—the most poisonous—and the wine glass at the other. His eyes flicked to hers, and his chin drooped in a barely detectible nod. He put his hands in his pockets. He was done. Celaena turned to her own goblets before Brullo could catch her. Poisons. That’s what Pelor had said during their first Test. He was trained in poisons.

My boyyyyy

Pelor is standing to Celaena's right. Elena's clue was to look right for the answer.

None of the other Champions had bothered to pay attention to Pelor—even Brullo, it seemed, had forgotten Pelor’s claim that first day. If he’d known, he never would have allowed them to do the Test so publicly.

I did pay attention to Pelor, tho. I'm just built different I guess. Bill dipperly

Pelor and Celaena win.

Chapter 32

Nehemia and Celaena are hanging out.

“I sense much worry in you,” Nehemia said suddenly, “and I hear much that you do not say. You never voice any of your troubles, though your eyes betray them.” Was she so transparent? “We’re friends,” Nehemia said softly. “When you need me, I’ll be there.”

The real soulmates.

Celaena is so sincere with Nehemia it literally triggers a reaction in her suppressed memories.

They go to the kennels to see Dorian's dogs.

Sometimes I can't understand the tone of dialogue in text exchanges but I think that's just a me problem.

Anyways Celaena likes one of the puppies. And Nehemia picks up on the vibes between Dorian and Celaena.

Eventually Nehemia turned to her. “Do you like him?” isn't Celaena's identity as Lillian essentially being Dorian's not so secret girlfriend

“It’s not a crime if you consider him handsome. I’ll admit I judged him wrong; I thought him to be a pompous, selfish idiot, but he’s not so bad.” (Nehemia)

“He’s a Havilliard.” (Celaena) “My mother was the daughter of a chief who sought to overthrow my grandfather.” (Nehemia)

Give me the Nehemia/ Dorian political marriage au right now

Every hint and step towards Celaena x Dorian is almost immediately undercut by a more (personally) significant Chaol x Celaena moment or mention.

She tells Nehemia, in a very serious tone, she'd rather cut out her own heart than love a Havilliard. SJM is gonna undermine this statement.

A moment later she notices she guards are less and less strict on her every day and thinks it might be on Chaol's orders.

Chaol + 10 | Dorian - 10

Celaena is longingly staring out the window and thinking of running away when Cain shows up out of nowhere acting crazy and then runs off, she sends word to Nox and Pelor telling them to stay in their rooms for the night.

Chapter 33

Kaltain Rompier!!!

She smokes opium but doesn't want the Duke to know so she rushed to change, spray perfume and drink sugary water to hide it but...

I don't get why. Even during the Victorian era there wasn't any social stigma against doing drugs, it was a recreational pastime, not an addiction, and even now, the richer people are the more socially acceptable their vices are so why is the narrative shading her for that

He kissed her hand when she offered it, his lips soggy against her skin. Their eyes met as he looked up from her hand, and a piece of the world slipped away. How far would she go to secure her position at Dorian’s side? “I hope I didn’t disturb you,” he said, releasing her hand. The walls of the room appeared, and then the floor and the ceiling, and she had the distinct feeling that she was trapped in a box, a lovely cage filled with tapestries and cushions.

Sjm's best characters are women fighting against the world, held up only by their pride

So the duke tries to play Kaltain but even in her drugged up state she turns the tables and starts weaving a lie about Lillian not being a virgin or "having a disreputable past" but again I have to wonder about consistency

Not only is Lillian's cover at court being Dorian's new girl, Dorian himself has seemingly slept his way through half the women at court. Surely Perrington, and even maybe Kaltain, would know that

It wouldn't help to bring the gossip to the Queen either because Lillian is not on the list she gave Dorian anyways

Also, now that I know Perrington told Cain about who Celaena is, I'm guessing it's Perrington that's playing Kaltain but on a whole other level. He's not the loud and quick to anger man we've seen so far. He's very cunning and he might turn out to be the type of villain I initially hoped he would be

Celaena is reading in her room when - for the first time - she hears someone enter

The door finished opening and Nehemia, clad in a gold-worked wonder, stood before her. She didn’t look at Celaena, nor did she move as she stood in the doorway. Her eyes were upon the floor, and rivers of kohl ran down her cheek.

(...)

“I—I didn’t know where else to go,” she said in Eyllwe. Celaena found breathing a bit difficult as she asked, “What happened?”

So five hundred Eyllwe rebels were captured and en route to a slave mine when some tried to escape and everyone was killed as punishment, even the children among them

Chapter 34

Later Celaena is again watching the snow through a window. She has cramps so I think she's having her period.

Chaol comes to visit, Celaena tries to tell him she's unwell, he doesn't click and starts admitting to inner turmoil about the whole Nehemia, Eyllwe, Ardalan situation. Celaena vomits on the floor. She tells him it's her period, he gets embarrassed and leaves.

(if I was more suspicious I might say Phillipa tried to poison her with the tea but probably not)

Dorian comes by. He's very cheerful. It's cute but annoying.

She moaned into her pillow. “Go away. I feel like dying.” “No fair maiden should die alone,” he said, putting a hand on hers. “Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?”

Annoying but cute

Celaena throws a book at Dorian's face but he catches it, it turns out to be a smutty romance

“You may borrow it when I’m done. If you read it, your literary experience will be complete. And,” she added with a coy smile, “it will give you some creative ideas of things to do with your lady friends.” He hissed through his teeth. “I will not read this.” She took the book from his hands, leaning back. “Then I suppose you’re just like Chaol.” “Chaol?” he asked, falling into the trap. “You asked Chaol to read this?” “He refused, of course,” she lied. “He said it wasn’t right for him to read this sort of material if I gave it to him.” Dorian snatched the book from her hands. “Give me that, you demon-woman. I’ll not have you matching us against each other.” He glanced once more at the novel, then turned it over, concealing the title. She smiled, and resumed watching the falling snow. It was blisteringly cold now, and even the fire could not warm the blasts of wind that crept through the cracks of her balcony doors. She felt Dorian watching her—and not in the cautious way that Chaol sometimes watched her. Rather, Dorian just seemed to be watching her because he enjoyed watching her.

Once again, Dorian sees the girl behind the assassin and Chaol sees the assassin behind the girl.

“What are you staring at?” “You’re beautiful,” Dorian said before he could think. “Don’t be stupid.” “Did I offend you?” His blood pumped through him in a strange rhythm. “No,” she said, and quickly faced the window. Dorian watched her face turn redder and redder. He’d never known an attractive woman for so long without courting her—save for Kaltain.

This whole scene might be one of their best.

Also I love how it's just known that Kaltain is undoubtedly hot, whether you like her a lot. Very Nesta Archeron of her. Or the other way around rather.

The week surrounding Yulemas was a time of relaxation, a time to celebrate the carnal pleasures that kept one warm on a winter’s night. Women wore their hair down; some even refused to don a corset. It was a holiday to feast on the fruits of the harvest and those of the flesh. Naturally, he looked forward to it every year. But now . . . Now he had a sinking feeling in his stomach. How could he celebrate when word had just arrived of what his father’s soldiers had done to those Eyllwe rebels? They hadn’t spared a single life. Five hundred people—all dead. How could he ever look Nehemia in the face again? And how could he someday rule a country whose soldiers had been trained to have so little compassion for human life?

Please there's so much here to work with.

Of course sjm is making this 500 dead black people plot point more about Celaena and her relationships than about Nehemia, Eyllwe or Ardalan 🔪🔪🔪 of course this massacre is the chance for the white boy who stands at the literal pinnacle of the social hierarchy to show he's actually so tender and soft

Even on her period, Celaena must put aside her pain to entertain Dorian's woe is me moment.

SJM is diametrically opposed to feminism. She is such a deeply misogynistic person that even her self-inserts come second to the men in their books.

Okay. The dark haired woe is me, I had no choice guy goes on a monologue about how hard his life is to the feisty tough because of her circumstances blonde and she sees behind the mask he wears and thinks about how lonely he is

Feysand is party city Dorian and Celaena.

Why couldn't sjm copy Dorian's lifestyle too? At least he seems to work and attend meetings and cater to the wants of the power players at court. It's more realistic. Unlike someone passing one ban in 400 years and spending all their money on new houses and all their time fucking

Celaena smirked. “Be sure to give the duke my warmest regards.” There was no way she’d forgotten how the duke had treated her that first day in Endovier. Dorian hadn’t forgotten it, either.

Celaena is a criminal. Literally a murderer. SJM is insane and will always point out the wrong thing. Celaena's personal feelings aside, how is Dorian gonna argue that Perrington was wrong for how he treated her

Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. She stiffened as his mouth touched her skin, and though the kiss was brief, he breathed in the scent of her. Pulling away was surprisingly hard. “Rest well, Celaena,” he said. “Good night, Dorian.”

Okay, Dorian + 20

Dorian mentioned a masked ball on Yulemas but Celaena's not allowed to go, so that's definitely gonna happen

Lmao never mind those Dorian points, once again Celaena immediately thinks of Chaol and wonders if he was gonna ask her to go before she almost vomited on him.

End of chapter.

I'm gonna carry on reading because I wanna get this book done but I don't want this to be too long.

I really hated this chapter in particular even if I don't mind the characters themselves, SJM's vile personality is oozing through the pages.

How did she drop this horrible event and turn it into a ship moment.

#ae read throne of glass #anti tog #this time #anti sjm #always #ae read #throne of glass

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I noticed that a lot of people can't really wrap their head around which problems Wilhelm encounters.

Feel free to add onto this, I'm just writing about what I can think off on the top of my head.

There are 3 key points in his life that we have to look at.

His life as the Crown prince

His Anxiety

The Sextape

In his life as the Crown prince he is basically living in the Internet. (almost) Everything he does will get noticed by someone and get put out there. His first Intimate moment with Simon, Him getting into the fight with that kid, Him literally just not wanting to go to the palace, etc. Everything is getting noticed. Hes also constantly guarded, even when he wants privacy.

Wilhelm was put into Hillerska to stay hidden from the outside world, August saying "You can kill someone and no one would notice" was a hint at that. He's "surrounded by forest" and can't really get anywhere.

Wilhelm didn't choose to be crown prince either. He was actually quite alright, till Erik died. The death suddenly put so much weight on him.

He probably spent his 16 years learning about manners and how to act as a prince so it's no surprise that as soon he gets to a 'hidden school' he rebels in a way. The learning also leads to point Number 2:

His Anxiety. With constantly being watched comes that he is scared to be himself. The last times he acted like other Teenagers might had too, he had to make a statement.

Him having Anxiety as such a big public person isn't easy considering he constantly has to talk infront of people basically.

Wilhelm can honestly be proud of himself for doing what he has done, especially in season 2.

And lastly Number 3:

The Sextape was released by a close relative of him which at that point was already legally an adult. Wilhelm and Simon were 16. That's illegal.

Most European country's are quite excepting of Lgbtq+ so while that in the public is not a problem, him being queer might mean that he won't get children to continue on the Throne. He would also be the first queer prince/King which combined with his Anxiety really isn't that cool.

He had to make the Announcement and say what he did because every other scenario would've not ended well. If he went and said nothing people would still be speculating about it and the video would never die in a sense. If he went and said that it was him in the video tho, it would not only be heavy on Wilhelm but also on Hillerska/His mom because it shows that he can't just do what he wants there. It shows that just because the media might not see it Wilhelm hasn't "changed for the better". The video would destroy the reason why Wilhelm went to this exact school anyways. (Hopefully season 3 talks about that)

And lastly, it literally ruined his relationship with Simon. The only time we see Wilhelm as happy as he is with Simon he is with Erik. He loves both. He isn't happy when he's around his mom or Nils or whoever because he doesn't love them. And one click for August ruined the only comfort he had. Like when Erik died.

All of that combined make it really hard for Wilhelm to do literally anything, even if it's just voicing his opinion/real experience. I hope this helped a bit. Wilhelm sure is a mentally ill wreck.

#sorry i ranted a bit #his mom is a bitch #hope this helps though #young royals #simon eriksson #wilmon #prince wilhelm #yr s2 #gaylife #wilmon forever #omar rudberg #edvin ryding #young royals theories #wille yr #august yr #Wilhelm is mentally unstable #yr

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the sub doctor upped my dose cuz he thinks i'm a high relapse risk tho personally i feel that my risk of relapsing is lower than it ever has been before for where i'm currently at but i guess thats kinda a hollow n meaningless statement as i've already decided to do it pretty much i just want to delay it as long as possible

idk for how long i can keep benefitting from what i've been doing tho cuz i almost thought the way i'm using the subs would put me in a position where i'm withdrawing from them too but it seems more like the opposite actually i have to keep decreasing the dose because taking the same amount even 2x in a row my tolerance drops in btwn atp if i take 4mg+ i'll probably be nodding.

so what i'm realizing is there's a limited window of time during which it's possible to use subs "therapeutically" without committing to being on maintenance cuz i don't wanna get fucked up on em but eventually any dose no matter how small will be too much it seems. it's hard to find people to ask for opinions or talk about stuff for advice cuz other ppl on subs are, for the most part, uppity squares who are retarded &/or whipped enough to do unquestioningly whatever their doctor tells them

so anyways idk it kinda feels like no matter what i do i'm only going backwards. by some metrics i think i am making observable/measurable progress tho like i don't wanna count my eggs before they hatch or whatever but i'm only a few days shy of 1.5mo off heroin so i just have to do again what i've already done and that'll be 3mo which in the grand scheme of things isn't very long at all but it's nonetheless very important because it's the biggest milestone in getting off opioids imo because thats the point at which you start feeling significantly better like significantly significantly

and i've only ever made it that far like a laughably small number of times considering that i've tried to quit heroin a countably infinite number of times. and each attempt was such a struggle for me each day felt like a week and each week felt like a month each month felt like a year like i'm sure this sounds so stupid & overdramatic like omg it's only 3mo just suck it up but it feels impossible and it's not even like you're completely better after 3mo it's just after that point the lingering symptoms are no longer entirely incapacitating.

anyways the time is just flying by i know for sure i'll make it to 3mo with relatively little effort i have confidence i can stay sober for at least 6mo this time but after that idk all bets are off but no matter what happens i'll feel really good about that because i've only ever done that once before so it'll be like a new personal best almost. idk i have high hopes cuz i'm able to think about all kinds of other things that i want/want to do that will motivate me to not spend all my time/money on drugs.

i get i have not been sober for very long atp so it's really too early to say what will happen like maybe i shouldnt be so hopeful but honestly i think it's a good sign because it's hardest at first & gets easier with time, liek usually i would be so much more obsessive atp i wouldn't be able to think about anything but getting high i would be out of my literal mind fiending but i feel like i have the control/patience to wait until i've made the (somewhat) "rational" decision that it's worth it which at this point in time it's definitely not, except that has literally never stopped me before.

no matter what i decide to do i think this is a W for me because i didn't go in to this with the intention of staying sober forever i just wanted to slow down and regain some control over my use and i'm learning to do that i think

oh and i also haven't done, and have hardly even thought about doing, seriously retarded shit like shooting up water which typically it's a real challenge for me to make myself stop doing that. even if i never stop using i'm cautiously beginning to wonder if i could, at the very least, eventually get myself to stop shooting up but idk because i know it would take a looooooot of work, not to mention it'd mean i'd have to smoke crack.

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why do i always see wlw saying scissoring is not real? like they got me to believe it and then i read the penthouse scene u wrote (it’s 🔥 🔥 btw) and i trust u wouldn’t write something wlw don’t do so now im confused?? 😭

Nooo, I saw that all over my fyp awhile ago convincing everyone scissoring was only a thing in porn for men and was very confused too. Because it’s very much a thing people do

I think it comes from the fact that it’s not v accessible. One of you has to be very flexible. It’s an awkward position to get into and you have to be v precise or you’ll feel little to no stimulation. It’s also very, idk, ‘fetishised' in the media from what I’ve seen. Every god awful wlw film I’ve seen that was clearly made for other demographics has multiple scissoring scenes in it so I think that’s where the ‘scissoring is only for aesthetic porn' rhetoric comes from, and that’s obviously very off putting combined w the fact most people feel nothing while doing it.

Personally… it’s the best thing ever, yeah I don’t understand where that statement came from. It’s certainly hard to do the first times, but just because you’re bad/new to it doesn’t mean it’s only for straight men fetish porn 😭 and like I said, most people get nothing from it, everyone’s different. ITS VERY REAL THO!!!

There’s also this thing called tribbing which is more common and easier and not that different from scissoring. I could barely describe scissoring in writing so I’m not even attempting to describe that but both are real, please don’t let the internet tell you otherwise

Anyways thank u lmaooo, that was hardddd to write but this fandom definitely needs more scissoring especially if people think it’s not real 😭 😭

#selene is oversharing #i just ranted about scissoring… lord are u proud?

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Stray Kids as fictional creature boyfriends | Lee Know

Small romance/ comedy series where I write about the reader finding out that skz members are a specific fictional creature.

LEE KNOW - INCUBUS

Genre: Romance, comedy, Headcannon

Warnings: mentions of clubs and alcohol, mentions of cheating, very suggestive but not explicit, Minho says something really savage and is a weirdo but also very sappy, reader gender isn't mentioned unless I somehow didn't see it during proofreading

Word count: 1250

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The club lights were flashing in neon colors of purple and blue; a strange upbeat song was playing in the background, muffled by the voices.

You were there to accompany a friend, who eventually left you to go dance with a new found date.

Heading to the bar to see if there was anything non-alcoholic that could quench your thirst, you stumbled upon a scene that almost seemed comedic

A man completely unknown to you was slumped in his high chair, eyebrows furrowed, glaring at a bottle of booze on the shelf and occasionally to the back door where the barman came from.

"Are you trying to order a drink?" You asked, amused. The man seemed to be pulled out of a trance the next moment

"Huh? I, no? Yes?" You couldn't help but giggle at how disoriented he looked.

"You were glaring real hard at that bottle. What has it ever done to you?"

"It's not the bottle's fault, it's my date's who just stood me up."

"Ah, that explains why you're so out of it. Makes two of us - my friend is somewhere in this crowd making out with some guy while I have to wait take her home because I'm the only one that can drive."

"Responsible... I like it."

"Hmmm... What's the deal on your side tho? She never showed or did she cancel?"

"Canceled. I should look for someone else anyway, she's all body and no brains - she might get the job done but I feel like pulling out my hair every time she starts talking." You couldn't help the healthy laugh that came out of your mouth at such a statement.

"I'm Minho by the way... Creature of the night."

You introduced yourself back to him and joked back that you also like Batman

Minho chuckled and offered to take you on a dance. His posture standing up was a lot more different, his eyes almost too mesmerizing from up close. He politely planted his hands on your hips and guided them to sway around, and soon you felt like you were floating.

Eventually his face came closer to yours, breath fanning over your face, and he whispered in your ear: "My cat got drunk on catnip"

That's what he does to double check his seduction is successful. Usually his victims are so gone by that point that they moan at whatever he says

But you didn't

"Well, that was random- is she okay tho?"

"You heard me?"

"Yes? You're a weird man, Minho. Have you ever been told that?"

"More times than you can imagine. It's my charm."

Never did he think he needed to take things slowly with a human before. Like ask for your number and take you on a date? Absurdity. But he did it anyway

Because he found himself really determined to have you. Maybe it was exactly because he couldn't seduce you that drove him crazy

And believe me, he tried

Way too many times.

But you always were pulled out of the trance the moment he tested you with his weird sentences - he even said something about putting a guy named Hyunjin in the oven?

Eventually Minho rolled his eyes in defeat and did things v a n i l l a

Which was difficult to say the least. Being an Incubus, he obviously had to be intimate with people on the side of your relationship. And it was eating him up from the inside. So much so in fact, that he had to tell you. He couldn't stand the disappointment in your eyes every time he pushed you away.

And the reveal hit you like a truck

At first you thought it was his weird way of confessing he was cheating on you. That would've hurt on it's own, but he made sure to prove it to you. You reluctantly followed him to a club where you bore witness to Minho seducing a woman so badly that she turned into dough. He was listing pie ingredients to her and she was getting horny.

So eventually you made peace with it. Your boyfriend was a magical creature. And he survives on making others commit bodily sins.

And he told you he can't do abstinence. The longer he stays away from it, the worse it gets. He loses self control, kinda like a rabbid dog. You associated it with the myth of vampires. So what were the repercussions of becoming intimate with him? Fatigue, he told you. Much more intense than normal soreness, because he's basically feeding off of the energy of the people he seduces.

Once you took all of that information in, he began to excitedly talk about how it's so cool he can't seduce you. The chase, doing things the old fashioned way, it was all very entertaining to him.

But that's what really scared you. Not that he's some sort of demonic descendent, but the fact that... You might just be a source of entertainment. He enjoyed chasing you, but after he finally gets you in bed, what will happen? Will he just move on?

So you decided to rip off the band-aid as fast as possible. No more dates and dilly dallying. You initiated it and he gave in, giving you the most mind-blowing sex of your life. You could feel why he was an Incubus to begin with. But when you woke up in the morning, the fatigue came. He was right, you weren't just tired, you felt drained and drowsy, as if you had the flu. Still, it was something you could get over, for him and how much you were fond of him... And one glance to his naked sleeping form broke you. You began crying

He woke up as if burnt and instantly wrapped his arms around you. "Are you suffering side effects?"

"What side effects, Minho?" You asked him sadly.

"Some get depressive after having sex with me. It's part of the neural fatigue."

"I'm not depressed Minho... I'm just scared."

"Of me? Did I do something wrong?" The fact that he instantly made himself to be the target of your fear saddened you even farther.

"Not of you!" You found yourself yelling at him. "Of you leaving me now that you got what you wanted."

"Huh? What I wanted? Like what, sex?"

"Obviously. Isn't that why you chased me in the first place?"

Before answering he pulled you into his body for the tightest and warmest embrace you've ever felt in your life. "I meant it when I said I love the fact I can't seduce you. You gave me someone to get to know, someone to care about, someone to rely on... I don't do that with sex partners. They're just there to fix what's making my existence inconvenient. I told you the truth about me because I felt bad for breaking your trust through it, though. Basically what I'm trying to say is I never planned on leaving you. I dated you because I want to be with you. Romantically."

You pulled away to look him in the eyes and that was when Minho looked the softest he ever did. "I want you to trust me, kitten. I want it even though it's very selfish to ask for it. I mean- it's either I exhaust you constantly or I have to see other people on the side - there's no good choice. But I want to feel love too, you know? And it has to be you."

I do not own the picture!

Also tell me if you liked it, I have two other members I can post.

#stray kids #stray kids lee know #Lee Minho #Stray kids Minho #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #lee know fanfic #lee know imagines #lee know scenarios #romance #comedy #lee know x reader

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do you think that those who are in denial about the tae’s situation is actually kinda /disappointed/ with taehyung? i mean bcs we can see that tae is someone who REALLY values his privacy and if its true about him dating her i think its kinda weird that he would freely went out with her in public, knowing & ALLOWING the paparazzi taking photos of them freely :// i get it that if they want to go public, but i think a simple statement could just be made & whatever mess that is happening rn in the fandom could be stopped.

and i admit that jn is hot & pretty, but tbh she doesnt looks like tae’s type lol i always picture him dating a woman who is more elegant/classy/chic and i think the situation will be different if he dates someone else (bcs these two fandoms are always at each other throats lols)

however, i know that we owe both of them nothing & should be respectful of their private life. and tbvh i dislike how ppl always trying to relate & connect whatever things that both of them do in their life to each other just bcs they are in a r/s, both of them are their own person first and foremost i feel like now ppl will only discredit their own hardwork bcs of their relationship ://

sorry for the long rant tho hope you have a nice day!

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this. I've been in a weird place this past week. Everything's been a blur.

Anyway! Thank you for being patient 🙏🏻

Firstly, I'm not gonna speak for majority of people bc everyone is different, not everyone is sad or mad or happy. That being said, I would hope people aren't disappointed in him, although some might be, I can't say bc I don't know 🤷🏻‍♀️ everything i say here is solely my opinion and in no way an attempt to lump anyone into a group.

And speaking of, in my opinion, neither of them has done anything wrong and there's no reason to be disappointed in Tae himself as if he's done something he shouldn't have. But that's me! I can't stop people from feeling what they feel.

Who knows, maybe he doesn't gaf anymore, y'know? Idols are constantly being stalked and ruined by paparazzi, it's sick and inevitable. Maybe they just wanted it to be on their terms? I'm sure they knew they'd be on camera, but I'm not them so I don't know that either. All I can say is if they did know and wanted it on their terms so they said "fuck it" then I say SLAY. It's about time idols feel like they have some say in their own lives even if all hell breaks loose bc of it.

I don't think a statement would have been much different tbh. People will be angry if they want to be angry, people will be happy if they want to be happy, and people will be hurt if they are hurt. A statement might have made it more clear instantly, but I think it's pretty clear already imo. And I think people still would choose to wonder if it's say, a promotion scheme thing, like they have already. People like to make conspiracies if they don't like the truth about something.

Fandoms are constantly a mess for one reason or another honestly 😭 idc we can all fight it out as long as tae is happy and the army's that are genuinely hurting are not attacked just bc it would be easy to point fingers at them. I'll stick up for our artists and I'll stick up for the army's and blinks that are hurting 🤙🏻💕

Jennie is so much more than hot and pretty, though. I've been a blink for almost as long as I've been an army. I found bts in 2017 and blackpink just a few months later. Yes, they are beautiful and talented. But they are also sweet, and kind, and so funny. Jennie has gotten so much shit that she never deserved. It's easy to hate people when we don't know them and when we're behind a screen. I personally love her, I don't know her in real life, but from what I've seen of her, she is so loving and kind and funny and protective and just all around an amazing human being. It doesn't matter what I think, but in my opinion it makes sense for those two. They're both amazing souls that are full of goodness. And if that ever changes or is proven different for either of them, then I guess I was wrong. But that's how I feel rn.

As for the ideal type thing. I've got a few things to say about that.

First of all, we don't know them. Their ideal types could be the exact opposite of what we think or imagined. There's never a way to know.

When they say stuff about their ideal types, its usually when they're newer in the industry and younger. And they are more than likely feeling pressured about answering so they either pick general things, or what they think then, and it probably changed lol. I doubt anyone's ideal type stays the exact same forever.

Besides. What if his ideal type was the opposite of Jennie, and then he met her and fell for her anyway bc he's not shallow? Seems like that happens a lot to people that aren't immature.

You might not have meant any harm with that comment, but I think you should think about it some more. It's offensive to Jennie to say she's hot and pretty and end it there, like that's all she has to offer, and also offensive to Tae to say it's weird he ended up with her bc armys imagined it differently and to think he'd pick someone solely based on their looks. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, he likes her and that's that.

And let's be honest. Asking a teenage boy what he likes in a gf/bf is stupid. Firstly, it doesn't fucking matter and who knows why tf they do it. But also, teenage boys are most likely gonna be shallow. They are gonna focus solely on looks, especially in a society that normalizes that.

And then they'll be labeled with that even as they grow and begin to mature in their thoughts and words and as they realize it's not okay to label people as needing to be a certain height or weight or to shove them in a box to fit their "type".

It doesn't matter if it was someone else, like I said people will be mad if they want. Its an excuse to hate on someone who they have already chosen to hate without good reason.

Fan wars are stupid. I'm just gonna say it. They're stupid and immature and literally pointless. It has been such a ridiculous journey being both an army and a blink. It's honestly disappointing that fans feel like they can validate the war between BTS and Blackpink. There is no war between them and never was lol. Just the fans that can't grow up. Like damn. Hasn't anyone learned? Can't we love our boys and girls by showing them love in ways that aren't solely on votes and views? Fans start attacking their own for not streaming. Ridiculous.

Nonnie, I hope that you don't think I've attacked you personally in any way in my answer. I know it might not be how you think or perhaps something was worded in a way that you did not mean. I think the word 'disappointed' triggered something in me and brought me back to years ago when Jungkookie apologized to army for the dating accusations and said he wouldn't disappoint us. That still fucking hurts me so badly to think he'd give up on something just to keep fans happy. As if they won't someday grow up and marry and leave him wondering his own worth in the end. It kills me inside when they feel like them being human is a disappointment.

Tae could never disappoint me unless he did something unforgivable, and that certainly wouldn't be dating someone.

I hope that no one feels like that about him, but they will feel what they want and I can't stop that. I also hope people won't be judging their accomplishments bc of their relationship.

You don't have to apologize for sending long asks guys, I don't mind at all and there's nothing to be sorry for!

Love you nonnie, and again I hope I didn't hurt you with my answer. It is to a lot of people, not just you 💚

ILY 💜

-chip

#asks #anon #taennie #kim taehyung #kim jennie

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