#which youd think would fix this

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

what's that insane theory about archer juna's np?

ok. so

you know how this is titled pashupata and the game treats it as pashupata and everyone refers to it as pashupata?

i dont actually think its pashupata.

cause here's the thing: i KNOW that hindu mythology is heavily nerfed in fgo but arjuna never even used pashupata when he was alive. like not in response to ANYTHING. even when ashwatthama killed his unborn grandchild he used the brahmashirsha astra in response-that was still incredibly deadly and powerful, but it was also still LESS powerful than pashupata. this is the personal weapon of shiva and kali that he only managed to get through completing heavy penances-no one else in the mahabharata had it and in other texts iirc only rama and a sage, Vishvamitra, also possessed it.

it was easily leaps and bounds stronger than vasavi shakti, despite what fgo may say, and could literally destroy the universe if used carelessly. id honestly say if we were putting up a comparison to a fgo weapon to it ea would be the closest thing-it was basically unavoidable, unresistable, and destroyed everything in it's path. and he knew this and so didnt use it bc in the context of the wars he fought in it wouldlve been massive overkill, and he was pretty responsible all things considered with the weapons he used

but like, hes ok with letting mages potentially command him to use it against their enemies? this incredibly powerful attack gifted to him by shiva that could obliterate the universe? like ignoring the logisitics of the fact they'd probably need a boatload of mana, and that the earth has protections in place to prevent gil or whoever from going 'lol' and laser beaming it in twain, why would mr 'thanks for the wmd but i will not be using it' suddenly ok the use of it for a bunch of backstabbing self-serving mages who would sacrifice their own children for a chance at upping their magical power?? like 'oh yes zouken, i'll use pashupata to blow up that orphanage for you right away. clearly this is a good use of this holy astra bestowed upon me by the gods :)'

imo he looked at his legend, looked at the fact anyone who looked into him would know about the fact that he'd have that astra, and renamed one of his less potent attacks 'pashupata' so that when he was ordered to use it he could follow their command WHILE also not fucking. using pashupata for incredibly petty and asinine reasons. like do we really think the average mage can tell the difference between the different astras anyway? no. hes gonna do that so when they pop their command seals and yell at him to use pashupata he can be like 'of course master :)' while also not going against his principles as like. person who was given a turbo nuke and was like 'yeah theres no reason to use this against normal people' like COME ON

though tbh i do still think he has access to pashupata as an archer-like when he blew up the 18 demon pillars that. that seems more like something he might actually have used it for.

i know that this theory has no water bc every time he's referred to it there's been nothing to suggest his np wasn't pashupata, its been described and treated in his materials as pashupata, plus parvati ALSO makes note of him having it and it being pashupata. it just bugs me that they shoved it on him as his generic np and also massively undersold it when he has like 4000 other big explody attacks that couldve been slotted in just as well, and when its a legitimately interesting fact that he never used it in his lifetime.

#lasengle stop underselling juna challenge difficulty: impossible #youd think theyd at least make note of it in his bio like how they did w ash and his big wheel but nope. gotta devote all that space to k #my other insane theory is juna wrote his profile at 2am on a pstd-induced guilt spree which is why its #a) all about how he 'unjustly' murdered poor karnie #b) has a bunch of weird ass inconsistencies like it accidentally made him k's uncle and says duryo was like a dad to k when k was the older #im not joking about arjuna accidentally being made karna's uncle in his bio btw #it lists his dad as 'king kuru' which was like his grandpa which would have made him karnas uncle instead of his brother. his dad was pandu #i wish theyd rewrite bios tbh his is. a nightmare like why #but yeah my theory is 2am hell guilt trip he wrote while crying into his desk which is why its so biased #look if youre fighting a guy and ask to stop to fix ur tire and he says no #and you then stop and turn your back to him anyway to fuck w your tire #what the hell do you expect to happen? karna was a dipthong #'uh ik i beat up and murdered ur kid when he was in the same position w like 20 other guys but can u please give me 5 min?' #'uhhh (hey krishna what should i- (DUDE JUST SHOOT HIM TF-))' #and then no one shuts up about you shooting him ever again but conveniently they all forget about the shit he did #lmao if i were arjuna id be so tired #'yeah i was told it was my moral duty to shoot him but once i did no one ever let it go ever' #my asks #i did say this was insane. sorry

[synonymouslyyours]

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#vent #someones giving me a referral for an internship and im so grateful buts its happening so damn fast and i cant get this goddamn cover letter #its my first time writing a cover letter now that i have actual experience to draw upon and its such a different skillset than #the bullshit i wrote before #and youd think it would be easier but i am just so overwhelmed and cannot handle this #i found out about the internship monday. met with the guy for the referral tuesday. and so he wants my materials to recommend on wednesday #but its 5am and i dont have it done yet and im scared ive already fucked this up because i shouldve tried harder but im just freaking out #cuz i still havent done my homework and i still havent done any of my grading work for 17 fucking students and i need to interview peopl fo #project management stuff in the next couple days and i need to fix my class schedule by thursday and its rosh hashana on friday night and i #just cant do it all im not managing to do any of it #but this is huge opportunity the internship is at a great company and its 50 bucks an hour which is crazy and this guy is a great connectio #which i dont have for any other opportunity so #i dont know if i can afford to fuck this up and i just need to get it done but i just cant i just cant do it and i tried to schedule a #career advising meeting but theyre all taken until THURSDAY and the guy really likes proactive people and hes for sure going to have a #lowered opinion of me for not being able to get a cover letter done which is supposed to only take 15 minutes #so im fucked and i fucking hate everything im just so goddamn done with how stressful everything is even when good things are happening lik #whats the goddamn point #ok i think im having an anxiety attack

[nejackdaw]

morthal and markarth for the skyrim asks!

Ty for the ask! 💞

Morthal - Do you enjoy exploring dungeons and ruins? Why or why not?

Kinda depends tbh. Dungeons with multiple rooms absolutely FULL of enemies encourage a more stealthy approach, and while I'm a capable stealth archer, it's not my preferred play style, so it can be a bit unfun. The alternative, however, is the ENTIRE DUNGEON hearing me engage in melee and swarming me at once, which. Also isn't fun. Ultimately I guess the answer comes down to "depends on the number of guys in there" and "how likely is Marked For Death to solve the entire issue?" Skyrim is basically the only game where, when given a choice, I'll choose martial over caster or archer, but this can be a problem in packed dungeons. I like single or few guy brutal slugfests where we just beat the shit out of each other. Also then I can just take a break to throw up my shield and watch Celann materialize to OHKO them, which fills me with glee literally every time

Markarth - If you could rewrite one questline in Skyrim, which would it be? (This answer is sooooo long btw)

Hmm... I'm actually not too interested in a lot of them, but when it comes to being disappointed in one, it's the Civil War questline. The entire thing amounts to "use your main character powers about 5 times in a dungeon or something and then go fight the oppositional leader." You can't even fix Whiterun, a place you specifically took for its geographical, strategic, and mercantile advantage. You just leave it in ruins???

There are two quests in the entire line that aren't just "awkwardly storm this place with a couple guys,' and one of them is optional. Both sides have a "steal/plant enemy orders" quest, but the "gaining intel/blackmail" quest is in both cases entirely optional. There's one non-combative "sneak and find this document/gather intel" quest, and no "root out a traitor" or "disrupt a supply line" type quests (technically this one is awkwardly tacked onto the end of the optional quest.) The Dark Brotherhood, Dawnguard, and Thieves Guilds have similar respective quests that we can compare to the 1.5 non-combative Civil War quests: finding intel on Maro's son, the radiant "vampire advisor" quests, basically the entire beginning TG questline (Honningbrew, Goldenglow hives.)

Each of these questlines involve non-typical quests, aka quests where you have to approach it a little differently than the rest of your work: the Brotherhood stealing documents and planting false evidence like thieves, the Dawnguard committing assassinations and pickpocketing orders like both the Brotherhood AND the Guild, the Guild quest where you engage not only in open combat with Mercer, but kill him, like both the Dawnguard and, well, the Brotherhood Brynjolf insists you're not.

While those questlines are largely the same sort of quests on repeat, it's because they're, well, specialized guilds. Built entirely around doing those things. That's their entire function. When it comes to a war (which is very NOT a guild,) you'd expect a bit more than just a few skirmishes, especially considering the only thing that changes when you join is, well. There's one more guy in the skirmish. But magically this turns the tide and the entire war is won through brute force when previously there seemed no end in sight. The questline lacks variety, is incredibly, oddly short for what's supposed to be a war, and generally just... lacks impact. Nothing really happens afterwards. Faction camps are still sitting around, and you still can't even clear them. Hold guards are replaced by the faction that won and Whiterun is permanently in shambles. Can't even fix Whiterun ffs there's not even quests for that.

* After leaving this in the drafts for a few weeks and thinking about it some more, I think ultimately the problem IS the brevity. "Do four battles and suddenly we win" is absolutely insane. The Dawnguard DLC and the Thieves Guild, even the one single time I played it, have spoiled me rotten with the never ending radiant quests. It prevents the Companions feeling of "I joined three days ago and now I'm in charge and everyone does what I say" that throws everyone off. Not only can you keep accepting them, the mainline quests don't get in the way of accepting them (... like the Companions only telling you to go talk to Aela.) This means you can keep accepting radiant quests that provide a feeling of integration and contribution (in)to the guild, and also avoids the Companions and Civil War feeling of "I did three quests and it's over and everyone is bowing to me" by allowing you to do guild things in-between the main quests.

Not only that, but they offer a variety the main line might not provide, especially with the Dawnguard. For example, siding with the Volkihar includes a quest where you're given Dawnguard armor and told to go cause a scene, striking down some innocent civilian in the name of "vampire hunting" to sow public distrust. This quest is cool as fuck conceptually btw, why is a Volkihar radiant cooler than the entire CW line???

Ultimately I think if I could change one thing about the Civil War line specifically it would be adding TG/DG style radiant quests that can be done between main missions and also include "milestone" type quests that really bring home the feeling of growth and contribution. I think it would make it feel considerably less jarring and I'd even maybe consider playing it again if we could fix Whiterun.

#asks #uh. i am. so sorry this took so long to answer alsnkwnswk i couldnt word my thoughts on the cw line satisfactorily #idk man the war before you join is this brutal slog that supposedly is severely impacting the entire population #no end in sight because no one has the upper hand #and then the quests just. are more battles. the ones that were getting no one anywhere besides a grave #like if the same battles in the same places werent really getting results youd think youd try literally anything else #sure you get the crown and whoever you bavk gets public support but i dont recall that really resulting #in like. any extra supplies or soldiers or anything #like the whole point is there ARENT any supplies left for ANYONE and people who can be soldiers are #on the basis of 'its literally a CIVIL war' it is an internal thing #and then you do the one (1) not open combat keep storming quest and divert some weapons #fr i think those are the only changes #idk it was super boring to play through and the reward for my efforts was a fucked up whiterun #like. thanks. i cant even fix it???? wtf #anyway this has been in my drafts for WEEKS im just posting this #okay coming back after that last edit actually i have one last thing to say #dawnguard 10/10 for not making you the leader at the end no one listens to you youre just some guy #which is soooooo. great. no one does it like dg im busy i dont wanna lead your fucking guild #and isran would never fucking let you. he would come back as a malevolent ghost if he died and keep running the guild #absolute dawnguard supremacy in cast quests and not making you god spin that fucking chore wheel boy #edited to add the ask game link rip

[wildfangz]

Also I’m so tired of teenagers in ts4 looking the same as adults 😭😭 It so gets in the way of plans whenever a new pack is announced like before we found out Rahul was canonically a teenager I had already decided he’d make a good partner for my cottage living sim, w/ Jacob in Werewolves I thought he might be either a good fling for Caleb or partner for Lilith. Aging up is always an option and I do it bc I don’t care but I feel like it really highlights part of the big issue with teens in this iteration

#babble #also i think we've all had a moment of seeing a cute sim and being like FOR MY SIM? and hovering over them and theyre a teen #which sometimes im like fuck it do what i want but other times it just makes sense and i leave em alone #its just always a tad obnoxious regardless of how u handle it #teens have been my favorite life stage before like how could they do them so dirty #to truly fix them youd have to make them not look like adults for one thing like its so weird going from child to like a fully grown man #but im really hoping if the high school pack is actually real they make them stand out more #more braces that are easier to see actual acne new walking or idle animation would be great

[morwap]

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍.

regulus black x fem!reader x evan rosier

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evan rosier and regulus black.

the two names that have seemed to never leave your brain since the beginning of 8th year. two people you were never supposed to get involved with nor did you think youd ever even talk to without it being harsh words or hex’s but here you were having feelings for and relations with them.

evans dirty blonde curls and regulus’ grey eyes never seemed to leave your mind just like your frame and scent never left theirs, but at least they could express their feelings and needs with each other and you were stuck with inner monologues and your hand to satisfy yourself til the right time came.

one thing you all had in common was your friends hating the other person. evan had gotten more irritable and his patience was wearing thin when Mulciber or barty talked about you and regulus had to stop evan from lashing out at them and starting something that would be hell to finish, it was almost the same with your friends, james’ passive aggressive comments about regulus made you want to put him in his place but you refrained and remus and peter’s comments on evan made your blood boil as they talked shit about something they actually had no idea about.

sirius was a big factor, you knew hed be hurt if he found out you were fucking his brother and his brothers best friend behind his back but you never meant to get tangled up in regulus’ and evans web. the more you thought about it a lot of your friends would be disappointed so maybe that should’ve told you to cut it off after the first time but it was like a drug, the more you tried to stay away the more your want and need for it grew and eventually you gave in.

your bracelet vibrated once more, it was a gift from both of them to help make communicating better.

the three of you finally met up in the prefect bathroom durning dinner one night, regulus happily told you that him and evan were staying an extra day before going home for the break and that you should try so you all could spend time together before leaving.

and now here you were, almost everyone was gone for winter break and you were one of the few gryffindors left but there was just one problem, remus, remus fucking lupin had also decided to stay an extra day because he had been helping ms pince in the library. knowing remus he had the map, and would defiantly check it he if thought you were acting weird.

watching remus from your seat next to the fire, waiting for him to say he was gonna nap or walk around or go to the library, hoping and praying that he would say something like that so you could leave and get to evan and regulus’ dorm as fast as you could. your bracelet buzzed against your skin once more, you already knew which one was trying to give you the green light as to come to them.

normally it was evan, who only buzzed it once and then a second time if you were really really late; but today it was regulus, the constant buzzing at random times indicated that. you’d tease him about it since it seemed as if he couldn’t wait, you could imagine him mumbling the spell on the bracelet they had and waiting for you to show up at the speed of light and then doing it over and over when you were taking your time to get there.

jumping a little when remus coughed and got up and stretched. “i gotta go to the library, wanna meet up and walk to dinner together later?” remus asked, grabbing his wand and book then fixing his shirt while waiting for you to answer.

you nodded, “yeah ill come up to the library so you dont have to walk all the way over to get me” you said and smiled at him. remus nodded and left the common room.

muttering the spell towards the bracelet to let them know you were on your way. waiting a bit so you knew remus was far away before leaving the common room.

the bracelet buzzing again, making you smile and think about how to tease regulus about it in a bit. turning the corner as you kept looking around for any other people but luckily there was no one around.

evan was waiting for you beside slytherin common room, you watched him play with his sleeve before he looked up and saw you.

crossing his arms with a smile on his face as you got closer then reaching out and pulling you to him.

lips already going at each other and hands roaming and gripping at clothing and skin, hungry and needy for each other from being away for so long. the amount of glances and fantasizing while looking at the other person was gone and replaced with what you both desired, the real fucking thing.

pulling away to catch your breath, hands rubbing against his chest as your back was now up against the cold stone.

“you have no idea how much we missed you” evan whispered, his lips coming back to yours for a quick kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours.

“i think i know by how many times hes buzzed me” you quipped, and evan instantly laughed and shook his head.

“i told him to quit, that you’d be here when you’d get here but hes basically cumming in his pants at anything that has to do with you” evan said, the happy tone in his voice made your heart flutter. you giggled and mumbled the spell to the bracelet, sending two buzzes to let him know you were and it buzzed back almost instantly which made you and evan bust out laughing.

“well, lets not leave him waiting” you laughed and took evans hand, pulling him towards the common room door. evan said the password and looked around to see if the common room had anyone in it, luckily no one was in there.

evan guided you to their dorm, all their dorm mates were gone leaving it the perfect spot.

regulus’ leg bounced up and down, he was excited to see you and get off since evan had been denying him since the night they found out they were staying too, no matter how hard regulus begged for evan to touch him or if he wanted to touch himself the answer was “no, you’ll thank me later” and regulus knew he probably would.

evan snuck you into the room, making sure no one would see you in case they just showed up out of nowhere. regulus jumped up when he heard the door click open. a smile coming onto his face almost instantly.

seeing them used to be awkward but now it was just like hanging out with your friends but so much more intimate, you wished you could be around them all the time which is crazy now since almost a year ago you didn’t like them and they did not like you.

the transition from seeing you again to already getting intimate was smooth and quick, it didn't feel forced like you were just there to have sex with them and then leave, it was loving and like you all had come home from a date together.

you sat on the side of evans bed, regulus was on his knees taking your pajama bottoms off, you could see his hard on in his pants.

“reggie you’re already hard, we’ve barely even started” you teased, regulus whined a bit at you pointing it out, he was aching, had been since he knew today was the day you were coming.

“told you he was practically cumming in his pants” evan quipped as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“I wouldn't be if you had let me cum” regulus snapped back, making evan laugh. you smiled then pouted at regulus.

“he’s so mean isn’t he, i’ll make sure you cum tonight baby” you said to him as you took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and off him. regulus had scars, not at many as sirius and definitely not as many as remus. he told you about them once, one day on the astronomy tower late into the night.

“thank you” regulus mumbled and side eyed evan. you took off your shirt and looked at evan, he was undoing his pants.

“how about you show her how thankful you really are” evan said with a smirk, regulus looked up at you.

“can i?” he asked, you nodded your head and regulus’ hands went to your panties and pulled them down quickly.

“good boy” evan praises him, your hand went to evans cock which was covered by his boxers. regulus kissed your thighs a few times before licking your slit.

regulus moved your leg over his shoulder, his tongue getting faster as you were getting more turned on. evan leaned down to kiss you, his hand going to your jaw.

you moaned as evan kissed you, regulus’ tongue was lapping at your clit quickly. evans grip on your jaw held you where he wanted you, you continued to touch evans cock.

you pulled down his boxers, he was as hard as regulus now, you broke the kiss and brought your hand to your mouth and spit before stroking his cock.

evan groaned and rolled his head back, you focused on his tip then started stroking him from his base to his tip over and over.

regulus pressed kisses on your clit before sucking then moving down to your entrance. he spread you apart with his fingers, his cock straining in his boxers made him think about touching himself but he wanted to be good for both of you.

“you’re doing so good reggie” you moaned, evan grinned and watched regulus.

a few minutes later you were struggling to keep your hand going, you were so close to cumming, evan knew it and so did regulus, reggie was going faster.

“i think that's enough reg, i think its her turn to make you feel good” evan said, regulus whined and pulled away from you.

regulus leaned up and locked your lips with his, evan started moving his hips while you kept stroking him. regulus pushed himself against his boxers, he was trying so hard to be good.

evan watched you two, his hand moving down to yours, he guided you— making your touches on him more firm. your other hand snaked down into regulus’ boxers and once he felt your soft hand grasping his cock his body shivered and pushed into you.

you could hear evan laugh softly. you smiled as you teased regulus, making him shudder and break the kiss multiple times.

regulus broke the kiss and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“please—please, keep touching me— i'm almost there” regulus begged, his eyes were closed tightly and he pressed more into you.

you glanced at evan, silently asking for permission.

evan grabbed regulus by his hair gently, pulling his head back to look at him.

“why would you want to cum in her hand when i was gonna let you cum in her” evan asked, cocking his head slightly and furrowing his brows. you stopped touching regulus, pulling your hand out of his boxers.

“what do you wanna do reggie?” you asked him, placing a kiss on his neck.

regulus lets out a sigh, “i wanna cum in you” he says with a nod.

evan let go of regulus’ hair, your hand dropped from evan as he took a step back and walked to the other side of the bed.

“lay down regulus” he commanded, regulus moved from you and got onto the bed, you turned to watch them.

evan guided regulus onto his back, moving his head to hang off the edge of the bed a bit. your hand moved to regulus’ thigh, rubbing up and down and inching closer to his boxers.

you moved closer to regulus, now hooking your fingers on his waist band.

“you remember don’t you? tap my thigh three times for me to stop” evan reminded him, regulus nodded and hummed in agreement, you and regulus made eye contact as you pulled his boxers down to his mid thigh.

“i love you” you mouthed to him, his face went a bit red before he mouthed it back.

evan smiled as you moved to straddle regulus. he leaned towards you, locking your lips with his for a few moments.

he pulled back, “are you ready?” he whispered softly.

“more than ready” you said, pressing one last kiss on his lips before sinking down onto regulus’ cock.

a sigh came from both of you, you hadn’t had him in so long and it just feels so right. regulus was covered in goosebumps, the feeling of you around him felt so good.

evan tapped regulus’ mouth with his cock. “open your mouth baby” he instructed. evan’s cock glided into regulus’ mouth smoothly, regulus was basically trained to take evan, you three just started and regulus was practically deep throating him.

regulus’ eyes closed and he moved one hand to evan’s thigh and the other to yours. you could see the outline of evan’s cock in regulus’ throat which made you wetter. you started moving your body up and down, trying to find the right spot where your clit would make contact with his pubic area.

“you’re doing so good reggie, being so good for us” you praised, your hand rested on his ribs and the other on the bed. evan could feel regulus whimper, the vibrations took some air from him.

“he really liked that” evan groaned out as he fucked regulus’ mouth faster. you could hear noises coming from regulus as he took evans cock, his nails digging into the skin of your thigh.

you threw your head back as you found the right spot, your clit dragging on his skin and his cock hitting your sweet spot. evan watched you, he missed you so much and was so relieved there was time for you three to be together, he didn’t care if you three just sat in silence, he just wanted to be with you and regulus.

“you’re so pretty darling” evan moaned, his hand grasping your neck gently, you smiled at him and leaned closer to him. your head was still a little tilted back and evan bent to meet you halfway. a sloppy kiss broke out between you two, you tried to keep up but with the friction on your clit it was getting harder to keep a clear head.

evan kept his thrusts at a good pace with a few stops in between so regulus could get a breath, he could feel every moan and whimper regulus produced.

you pulled at evans lip with your teeth teasingly.

“i love you” you whispered into the kiss and evan moaned it back.

you gasped when you felt regulus cum inside you, painting your insides with his cum. your cunt basically milked him, it started to run down out of you and onto the part of his shaft that was exposed and down his balls.

reggie was trembling, you could feel it. Now the knot in your stomach was getting tighter, regulus’ hand was gripping your thigh harsher.

you muttered cuss words as you tried to chase your climax, you were close, so close you could feel the beginning of it. you twisted the bed sheets in your fist as you tried to keep the friction on your sensitive clit up.

evan pressed his lips to your forehead, you watched evan’s dick move in regulus’ throat. you knew you were probably overstimulating reggie.

you clenched around his cock which made regulus whine.

you moaned as you clenched harder, you tried to keep moving as you came, trying to get as much stimulation as possible, your muscles tensed up and your abdomen trembled.

evan was soon to follow, his breathing getting quicker as he could barely stand any more stimulation from regulus. his cum shooting down regulus’ throat, he could feel regulus swallowing everything he gave him and once he was empty evan pulled out of regulus’ mouth.

Regulus took in a few deep breaths and coughed a few times. you gently laid on regulus, your head resting on his chest, his cock still in your cunt. regulus’ hand came to your back, tracing shapes on your skin.

“you took me so good reggie, i’m so proud of you baby” evan praised, leaning down to kiss regulus’ forehead.

you hummed in agreement with evan, “we’re both so proud of you” you added. regulus smiled and mumbled a ‘thank you,’ you felt evan place a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

“you alright darling?” he asked, you smiled and nodded.

“just perfect” you responded.

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[retrograde-eyestrain]

bro im so fuckin tired of always being so fuckin tired

#srsly out here constantly on the brink of passing out except i couldnt actually sleep if i tried #probly cuz of the meds i take #gghhhhhhh #you take a pill to fix a problem and it maakes a new problem #you take a pill to fix an unrelated problem and it inhibits the problem created by the first pill #which just makes it all worse #fucking hell #youd think the human body would be capable of doing the bare minimum: functioning #ventish?

[writingoddess1125]

Modern AU Buggy X Reader

Buggy x GnReader

Just fluffy Headcanon!

• Buggy is the leader of a budget theater group that he spends nights writing or getting his people to practice for local shows- during the day however he has his own Boat Charter company and a second business of a delivery company.

• Has Rhinophyma and Roseaca which is why his nose is so large and red. Hates it and has been to so many dermatologist to get it fixed- but due to blood flow and other things will have it for life.

• Has a deep anger towards his half brother Shanks- He feels like their mentor Gol D Roger's who owned a large shipping company when he died it should have been Shanks who owned the shop to keep the legacy alive. Buggy would have been willing to follow Shanks if he did this since he knew he cohldnt- But Shanks ended up just leaving town and Buggy trying to keep it together before it finally went belly up.

• Secretly wanted to be an actor but never got the chops for it due to his nose-

• When you first meet Buggy its at one of the plays, it's a fun improve night. While not many people are there you go with some friends since you found the tickets online.

• You're one of the few people that actually play along with the act and seem to be enjoying themselves. Instead of half drunk college students that got the tickets off groupon-

• He has you come down to the stage and does a whole improve act with you, Being such a good sport you end up helping him get the crowd more engaged.

• Buggy invites you to do shows with him which you agree to. Hum giving you his number in exchange

• Showing up every Thursday to the improv nights and you start becoming friends with his theater group. Noticing how Buggy seemed much happier as you got along with everyone-

• After a few months he works up the courage to ask you out on a date, which you gladly accept.

• At first he tries to take you to the most expensive places but when you express he doesn't have to spend money to show he lives you- He gets more creative and thoughtful.

• Walks through the beach, coffee dates, going to musicals together.

• His favorite are movie nights, He will show off his limited cooking skills aka Hot Dogs and a assortment of junk food while the two of you watch mostly terrible F Tier movies together.

- "Which one did you find?" You call out from the kitchen getting some soda for yourself and Buggy.

"It's called Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter {OP note: This is a real movie- absolutely awful}" Buggy yelled out, laughing at just the name as you jump onto the big couch and hand him his drink as he eats some chips.

"That sounds absolutely awful" You say, looking at the cheap movie cover and reading the back with a snort. Buggy nods, patting himself on the back for finding such garbage.

"It truly is, I've outdone myself" He says proudly before the two of you start the terrible adventure. Having to pause the movie at times for laughing so damn hard-

"This is so bad!" You say as you laugh and roll on the floor- Buggy no better. However he wiped the tears from his eyes as he caught his breath.

"While we can laugh at least he made a movie-" He pointed out with a shrug, you sitting next to him and raising a eyebrow at the oddly kind words from Buggy.

"What do you mean?"

"I always wanted to make a movie- But I doubt anyone would watch them.. they barely watch my shows" He muttered, his insecurities getting to him as he subconsciously touched his nose. You reaching over and grabbing his hand quickly, kissing his lips to snap him from his terrible thoughts.

"What are you talking about?! I think your shows are great and I know you'd do a fantastic job making a movie!" You proclaimed loudly with a smile, your Boyfriend turning and staring hard at you.

He stares at you- like youd said the craziest thing ever. You feeling a creep of worry going up your back at how he was looking at you

"What is your ring size?" He finally ask and gestures to your ring finger making you blush deeply red.

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[fallinforerling]

So proud of our boy 🫶

It gave me an idea for an imagine or whatever, if youd like

Being one of erlings best friends and being there to support him for the final and him being super overwhelmed by the victory and his feelings, spilling the beans to her on the pitch after the match 🤌🩵

Lots of love to you xx

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It all felt like a blur. One moment he was on the pitch, following the ball, waiting for the right opportunity to make an assist that would win them the Champions League, or even better, make the goal of his career so far. Then, in what seemed like a mili-second, Rodri took the chance and made all of his dreams a reality.

They were the UCL champions. Finally. 

He ran after his teammates, shouting at the top of his lungs, hugging every single person that crossed his path. He couldn’t believe it. The sequence of greeting, accepting the medal, cheering on a cloud of confetti with all of his team, looking at the screaming fans, and feeling like his face would split in half from all the smiling passed quickly. 

He wanted to see you. He knew you were near, next to his family. The adrenaline rush was so high that he felt like jumping in place. Once he finally saw you running across the pitch towards him on your Man City shirt, smiling as beautifully as always and shouting his name, he knew he needed to do something. Anything.  

“Erling! You did it!” Was the first thing he heard falling from your lips before your body practically slammed itself against his. He hugged you so tightly that he was afraid he might actually crush you. 

When you separated, he didn’t think twice. He just held your face with both hands and went for a kiss. Only when he had his lips against yours did he realize what he was doing. But he didn’t have time for regrets; he only laughed when he let you go, not knowing what to expect.

“I…” He started, still holding your face, trying to find the right words to excuse himself in case you were mad.

“I’m so proud of you.” You said instead, the smile never leaving your face. Then you were the one going in for a kiss, having to tiptoe a bit to reach. This kiss was less effusive, but still full of something he knew was mutual.

So he wasn’t only winning the UCL today. 

The moment, as intimate as it could be in the middle of a pitch full of people, lasted a few seconds more before teammates, photographers and family came by, cheering and hugging him. He saw you stepping back with the same sweet smile, hugging one of his sisters and greeting other family members of close teammates. 

After he had done all the basic photos that he was asked to pose for, he called you. You turned, hiding his last name on the back of your shirt with your hair. He pointed to the trophy, which was resting on the ground, waiting for the next player to pick it up. Someone (probably his father) has put a Norway flag on your shoulders, and when you jogged towards him, he never felt prouder.  

“Wanna take some pictures with it?” He said once you made it to his side, pointing to the trophy again. 

“Of course I do.” Both of you seemed a bit nervous to actually speak, but once you squated next to it, he felt like you both knew what to do. 

You fixed the flag around his shoulders while he held you by the waist, both grabbing the holders and smiling at the cameras. A few flashes later, he helped you lift it. Both of you kissed it, still looking at the camera. Then you turned to look at him, holding his gaze, he felt the need to kiss you again. 

He knew it was very possible for a couple of videos of him kissing you were already up there. But if he did this, the photos would most definitely make it to every single page and it was going to be official.

There wasn’t anything else he wanted more. So he leaned at the same time as you, both kissing for a brief moment for the cameras. He heard cheering on the back, and once you were done, Rodri patted his shoulders so he would be able to take photos with his family. 

Still wrapped around the flag, you both walked back to his family, hugging each other and chatting like nothing happened. Well, like nothing new happened. Alfie stared at both of you for a moment before letting it go, like he knew this would happen eventually.

Hours later, his predictions were certain. There were videos and pictures everywhere of the moment you ran into each other and kissed. Hundreds of people were wondering if you had always been his girlfriend instead of his friend. Then the photos started to also make their way into every single page that popped up on his homepage. They complimented your reaction, your beauty, the way you both looked at each other, when he carried you around the pitch, and how cute it was when you fixed his Man City hat and kissed his cheek. Everyone was happy for him. 

He was happy for himself. 

What a day to be a winner.

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[jiubilant]

12 (candles) if youd like :)

12. candles

The lawman’s desk is a heavy old thing, hard-cornered, strewn with billets, bills, and bobs—and tall tallow-candles, pale and slender as a gentry-mort’s throat, standing in ship-shaped silver chambersticks. The urchin stands tippy-toed to stare at them. If she snatches them and bolts, she thinks, she could fence them dockside for a rum sum. Her hands twitch. Her own mug, blank with terror, stares back at her from the polished plate.

“The contracts are in order,” says the lawman, reaching for his quill. Then his hand stops. Through silver-rimmed spectacles, he sizes up the urchin: her togs, her scabby ears, the bald tip of her tail. The hard corners of his mouth turn down. “And—this is the child in question?”

The clerk to whom the urchin will be prenticed, unless she darts out with the chambersticks, drums two calm fingers on his cane. “Yes.”

Auntie, the urchin reminds herself over the hammering of her heart, had told her to mind him. She wouldn't disobey Auntie, never. But Auntie hadn't known, surely, that her turncoat-toff brother would march the urchin straight into a cunning-man's office, where rogues like her get their fortunes read—

"—right, hla?" the clerk is saying, for some reason.

He’d told her outside to bow to the lawman when addressed. Now they’re both looking at her—the clerk with furrowed brow, the lawman fitting her for a noose with just his eyes—and the urchin’s back feels like a wooden beam, and her tongue feels like something growing on it. She manages to nod.

“Well.” The lawman gives the clerk a pointed look, then scans the contracts again. “No bond of surety. No pension provided for the child’s upkeep. You understand that you are, therefore, obliged to provide for her out-of-pocket for the duration of her indenture?”

The urchin, half-listening, imagines the ship-shaped chambersticks sailing away: candle-flames flickering, silver prows carving the sea. She imagines herself in one. The clerk's curt voice drifts down to her as if through water. “Yes.”

“That you are, for said duration, liable for her in every particular—"

“Quite.”

“Well.” With an ironic flourish of his quill, the lawman makes his mark. “You Company people dredge up your prentices from the damnedest places. All right, Master Rano, she’s yours if you sign.”

She’ll do it, the urchin thinks, eyeing the silver glims. She’ll kick the stick out from under the old scribbler, so as he can’t grab her, and be out the door like that. She shifts her weight in preparation—

"My thanks," says the clerk breezily, and whisks the contracts from the lawman's desk. He blows on the ink to dry it—the candles sputter, as does the lawman—then drops the rolls into the wide-eyed urchin's arms. "Hold onto those, for now, and let's be off. Stuffy in here."

"Why—" The lawman, turning red, straightens his spectacles. "You've not signed!"

The clerk's cloak swirls about him as he turns. The look with which he fixes the lawman is one of perfect, polite concern. "Need I do it now?"

"A notary must witness the signature—"

"I'm a notary," says the clerk brightly, and billows out the door.

They're halfway down the street before the urchin realizes that her legs are moving. Wobbling, too. She hugs the contracts close and slows to a practiced stroll, keeping to the scribbler's shadow, because only the greenest dabbers get caught hurrying in broad daylight—

The clerk, she realizes, is talking to her again.

"—all right?" he asks, looking down his long nose. She's never seen such a beak on any bird. He doesn't look like Auntie at all, she thinks, her chest all tight. Auntie had never stared at her like that, brow creased, as though the urchin had been put together wrong.

Whatever he'd said, twice now, he wants her to agree. She swallows and drops her eyes to his boots. "Right."

The clerk studies her. Then he sinks stiffly to one knee.

"I asked if you're all right," he says, still looking at her in that odd, painful way. "It's a bit much, I expect, all this. How old are you?"

The urchin doesn't know. She wants to cringe away. She flicks her ears back instead, trying to come off fierce. "I were the biggest of Auntie's lot. Quickest, too. She"—her voice cracks, and she squares her shoulders to compensate—"she wouldn't have shipped me here if I weren't best."

It's true, she tells herself, trying not to breathe too funny. No lilligut would stroll into a lawman's office, swell as you like, and connive to nab his chambersticks besides. No coward would swimmer to far Haafingar to learn a dayman's trade, and be a prentice, and all. She won't run off. She can't cock this up, she thinks, peering over all the tickrum in her arms, or she's every sort of stupid.

She's starting to understand the look on the clerk's face. It's sad, somehow.

"What did you do," he asks, "for my sister?"

The lawman's isn't twenty steps behind them. The urchin's lie comes prompt and proper; not even a tail-twitch betrays her. "Errands."

"Really?" The clerk's voice is dry as ash. "When I was your age, she had me crawling down outlanders' chimneys to steal their limeware."

The image is so ridiculous—this spindly cove, Auntie's selfsame kin, folded up in a flue like a concertina—that the urchin barks a single startled laugh, involuntary as a sneeze. The clerk blinks at her, astonished. Then he grins.

"Hold onto those," he says again, and levers himself to his feet. "I shouldn't have hurried you to the hiring-hall straight off. At the end of the day, if you find the prospect of a Company apprenticeship, ah, amenable, give them back to me." His voice goes gentler. "There's a place for you to sign, too."

It's a lot of binnacle-words. The urchin blinks up at him, warily fascinated, and mouths one: men-a-bull.

"I know some already," she says hesitantly. "About the Company. About—stuff."

"Stuff."

"And fustian."

"Ah." The clerk's smile is canny as Auntie's. "Well, to supplement your knowledge—why don't we begin with the market rate for silver?"

[send me a number, and i’ll write a microfic using the word or phrase!]

#these two again to start. figured this scene would nicely bookend the last piece #skyrim #microfic #oc tag #shurri #ravi

[buttfishfan]

People aren't completely wrong about Kara's story being really weak, but i also feel like people dont realize the amount of missed opportunity in her section of the game.

Kara's story could've been AMAZING if only David Cage knew what he was trying to write.

Sooo here's some ideas ive been mulling over for a couple weeks about how id fix Kara's story.

1. Making Alice human

Even when i was blind to a lot of the bad writing in Detroit this plot twist made me so agitated and confused because there was no plot twist it was seriously just david cage lying to the player for 12 hours 😭 making Alice human would fix many inconsistencies in Kara's story like how she just chooses to ignore the fact that Alice is an android and acts shocked when she finds out. Having alice be human also opens up the story to a more interesting themes about the bonds that can be formed between humans and androids like holy fuck david did you forget the story you were writing midway through 😭 If Alice was human it could also lead to new game mechanics or plot where kara would need to take care of Alice's human needs like food and water which then leads into Kara being put into situations where she is forced to do the "moral" thing and sacrifice comfort or to fight for Alice's survival.

2. Giving Kara's section of the game an actual overarching choice

The biggest reason i believe people think Kara's story is so boring is because in a game that prides itself on letting its players choose their very own story Kara's story allows for the least amount of choices. Both Connor and Markus have overarching distrinct choices that lead to VERYYY polar outcomes. Connor has the ability to deviate or stay a machine and markus has the ability to lead a peaceful or violent revolution. The only distinct outcomes in Kara's story is if you make it to Canada or not and even that is just if you chose the /right/ choices instead of the choices you consciously made. I wish there was more opportunities for Kara to be really evil and fucked up but all in the name of giving Alice the world. I know you're able to steal and lie in various chapters but it never felt like it had any true weight to how kara or the story progressed.

3. Give Alice an actual personality

Throughout the entire game Alice kinda doesn't do or say anything of value like I've seriously lost count how many times she's said "im cold". It makes no sense to me how you get the relationship status of family with her as Kara when you genuinely know nothing about Alice. She doesn't talk about anything. Even as an android she like must've had some sort of interest programing to act like a child but she just never shares anything even with the people that are supposedly the closest ones to her?? I feel like her personality should've been dependent on the way youd approach Karas story. If kara is willing to do immoral things for Alice's sake I feel like Alice should also be fucked up and evil cuz like, shes a kid and kara is her role model of COURSE she'll try an be similar to her mama. If Kara chooses to sacrifice comfort for morals then Alice takes after Kara in that respect too. So not only would you be responsible for how Kara acts you'd also be responsible for the way Alice acts which gives the player the choice of do they want this little kid to follow in the wrong steps or not?

Some ideas i have for how the story should've gone

Todd brings Kara home after she gets fixed and she meets Alice for the first time. Alice obviously knows Kara but after attempting to make Kara remember her she realizes that Kara's memory has been wiped. Since Kara would've probably been the only person to care for Alice before she was broken this would lead to Alice having a breakdown where she realizes her only protection and source of comfort is gone. Alice would probably resent or be distrustful of Kara a little in the beginning because of this.

I feel like running away should've been a more difficult decision on Kara's part. She's just come home from being fixed and she's already deviated i don't think she fully knows what she wants to do with Alice. Especially when they've started off their relationship with nothing i don't think Kara should've been leaning into the whole mom thing. It would've made more sense if their interactions started off as Kara just making sure Alice stays alive and then over time their relationshio actually has room to develop instead of starting off as mother daughter and ending off as mother daughter.

These are only some ideas. Im obviously not a writer but i just really care about this game and feel like it had too much lost potential 🙏🙏

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[shoot-the-oneshot]

Mistaken identity

Daniel Riccardo x reader in honour of Monza it was only right to post Danny Ric

Daniel Ricciardo as mistaken identity

F1 romance tropes masterlist

“You can do this Y/n its no big deal, just a promotion on the line nothing huge.” Giving yourself a pep talk fixing your hair in your cars mirror. You were a journalist well an intern but this article could be your big break. You almost couldn’t believe it when your boss gave you the chance to write it. But when the original journalist caught the flu his loss was your gain.

An exclusive interview with St Hugos, Chief winemaker Peter Munro, it was a huge deal, you left immediately from the office to the vineyard, a decision you were now regretting as your heels sunk into the dirt. Stumbling through the vines you let out a sigh of relief finally finding him bent down inspecting some vines.

“Hello!” You shouted with a yelp as you tripped in your haste. With surprisingly fast reflexes he caught you just before you could fall. You met his eyes with a wide smile collecting yourself.

“Sorry, your assistant told me youd be out here it’s nice to meet you sir,” you rushed out, Holding your notebook tightly to your chest. Daniel laughed at your obvious excitement, not to brag but he was used to that reaction. By assistant he figures you meant Michael, he’d definitely make fun of him for that later.

“Pleasure is all mine beautiful.” He couldnt help but pull the hand you held out for a shake to his lips. Loving the pink hue that dusted your cheeks. You coughed straightening up. “Shall we get started?” You asked motioning to the two chairs in the open spot between the rows of grapes. Dan just nodded following your lead. Who was he to say no to a beautiful woman.

He thought you were an employee of the winery but seeing your outfit he was starting to question his assumption. You clicked your pin and opened your book, crossing one leg over the other unintentionally showing off more of your leg.

“So, what made you decide to pursue wine?” You asked a soft smile on your face as Daniels scrunched up in confusion. This had to be a joke, Michael was definitely behind this. So being the jokester he was he played along.

“Well one night during dinner at this beautiful restaurant i just thought to myself wow this taste like shit i could make a better wine, and my mate dared me to and here we are.” He waved his hands to motion to the vineyard while you pursed your lips nodding. “Um okay.” To say you were surprised would be an understatement this was not what you were expecting out of a highly renowned winemaker.

“Let me ask you a question?“ Daniel or Peter as you thought, leaned in resting his head on his arm propped up on the arm rest of the chair. “Sure.” Setting the pen down you gave him your attention which he liked more than he cared to admit.

“What do you think of the wine?” He asked watching you closely as you dropped your eyes to the ground. “I can’t say I’ve ever tried it.” At your words his eyes widdened and he jumped out of his seat. “Well we have to fix that, stay here.”

He ran to his bag left by the vines and pulled out a bottle and a big decanter.

He popped the cork and poured it. You grabbed the bottle to look at the label when he was done. “What’s the three mean?” His smile widdened when you asked.

“It’s only the sexiest funniest most handsome Formula one driver, Daniel Riccardo, did i mention good looking?” You laughed and nodded. “Once or twice yes.”

“Are you ready for the best wine you’ve ever had?” He asked cockily, holding out the decanter. You ignored him and asked a question of your own. “Is that supposed to be a shoe?” He nodded excitedly. “Yep like a shoey its kind of my signature thing.”

You raised your eyebrow, this is definitely not how you imagined your first interview would go.

“You drink wine out of a shoe?” He shrugged, “normally champagne but same difference. Plus i dont have glasses so.” You watched as he took a sip like he’s done it hundreds of times before. “See”

Hesitantly taking the glass shoe you tipped it up. As he watched expectantly.

You nodded you head handing it back “It’s pretty good.” He whooped throwing his hands up making some of the wine spill out that he clumsily tried to jump out of the way. Looking over at you with a sheepishly expression as you having seen that.

“If we could, can we get back to the interview now.” You asked, as he settled back down.

“Counter offer, we play twenty questions I’ll go first.” He spoke not giving you a chance to disagree. “What’s your favorite color?” Shrugging your shoulders you thought for a second. “Orange probably.”

“You’re just perfect aren’t you?” His words made you blush again, but he meant it the longer you all spoke going back and forth learning little things about each other he couldnt help but want to learn everything about you. You were obviously excited when you met him but you didnt ask him one question about racing and he loved being able to have a conversation about the other things he was passionate about.

He smiled to himself as you tried to take another sip out of the decanter, it being passed back and forth throughout the interview. The sun was just setting casting a golden hue over all it touched, making your hair almost glow. He momentarily panicked watching you close your note book.

“Let me take you out?” He blurted out, making him cringe at his outburst. “I’m not sure that’s a -“ “what’s a better way to learn about me then spending more time with together” he interrupted, sensing your objection. He wasn’t wrong if you wanted to blow your boss away going more in depth would be the way to do it. So you nodded your head, pulling your phone out for him to put his number in.

“Dan?” You asked confused seeing the name he put under his contact. “It’s what my friends call me.” He explained. How people got Dan from Peter you have no idea but maybe it wan an inside joke you didn’t get. He like the gentleman he is walked you to your car before going to find Michael.

“We’ve been wondering where you were what took so long?” His trainer asked seeing Daniel finally stroll back in widest smile he had ever seen on the mans face. He and Peter have been waiting for him to bring back a grouping of grapes for the video they were supposed to shoot when he didnt come back.

“I was talking to the girl you sent looking for me and must i say I’m now a believer in love at first sight.” He trailed off wistfully. “What girl?” Michael asked confused he didn’t send anyone anywhere. Daniel laughed nodding along. “The one who thought you were my assistant, which now hearing it I think we need to change your title.”

Peter who was silently listening to the two men cut in. “Was her name Y/n?” Dan’s eyes shot over to him the second her name reached his ears. “Yes that’s her!”

Peter looked over to his assistant Alexander. “Was that interview today?” He nodded, “yes i sent you the email reminder this morning and set her to the vineyard.”

“I sent Daniel to the vineyard.” As his bosses words the mans face paled.

“So what happened exactly.” Michael who had been looking between the men like a ping pong match asked. “She’s writing an article about St, Hugo. And was supposed to interview me for it today.” At Peters words the dots in Daniels head started to connect. “That’s why she kept asking about wine”

“Please call Miss Y/n’s office and informe them of our mixup, so we can get it straightened out.” Peter told Alex who quickly reached for his phone only for it to be snatched out of his hand by Dan. “You can’t do that.” He rushed out panicked.

‘Why not?” Dan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “i might have asked her on a date.” He mumbled. “You what!”

“Look if she finds out from him I’ll look like a jerk who played her just let me go on this date and i’ll explain it myself in person.” He offered, hoping they’d go along with his plan, he could always just keep the assistants phone and run away so he couldn’t make the call. He sighed with relief when they agreed.

One date turned to seven and in a few months you were an official couple, while Daniel couldn’t be happier he still found himself stuck in that lie. “You want us to what!” Max shouted all the drivers were huddled outside of Daniels flat, shushing the Dutchman. “She may or may not think my name is Peter and I’m a winemaker so i need you lot to go along.” He explained, taking a quick peak back to the door to make sure you hadn’t opened it.

Collectively, Max, Lando, Charles and Carlos all looked disappointed while Pierre was enjoying the humor of it all. “You have to tell her what are you going to legally change your name just so she never finds out?” Charles asked making Daniels eyes widden. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Its a horrible idea!” They yelled getting shushed again. Daniel sighed looking more somber than the drivers have ever seen the happy go lucky Australian look.

“I love her,” was all he needed to say for them to understand. Carlos raised a hand to pat him on the arm pushing passed him to the door way. “You’re lucky i know all about the vineyards in Spain.”

Dinner went perfectly, no talks of formula one to give him away and true to his word Carlos talked your ear off about the winery’s he’s been to. “I wish we had this dinner a day earlier I would’ve loved to get a future on the article about peter.” You spoke. Making Daniels heart skip a beat, not in the normal way that happens when you’re around. “What do you mean a day earlier?” He dreaded your answer already having a feeling what you meant.

“I finished the piece, yesterday and sent it to my boss. She’s going to love it i have a feeling a promotion is right around the corner!” The drivers could hear your excitement which only broke their hearts, Daniels right there with them. He’s obviously heard about your hopes of being hired to the company and every second he didnt tell you the truth he was pushing you farther from you dreams.

Max loudly dropped his fork and starred daggers through Daniel, who sighed knowing what he had to do, he just hopes he doesn’t lose you in the process.

“You need to take article back right now!” He shouted, his nerves getting the best of him. “What, I can’t?” You tilted your head confused at his request and the sudden tension in the room. “I’m not Peter.” Daniels voice dropped to where you couldn’t even hear him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not Peter, my name is Daniel.” You laughed thinking he was joking but taking a look at the other men in the room, your stomach dropped. “I’m so sorry Y/N i tried to tell you i didnt know you were done writing it-“ his eyes got blurry the longer he watched you process the information, cutting him off.

“What are you talking about!” Realizing now wasn’t the time for apologizes and that you wanted and needed the facts. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

“Remember the wine we had when we met, i said it was a partnership with an F1 driver?” He started, pausing for you to recall the conversation. “The funny sexy one?” You mumbled out, he couldn’t help but smile a bit at your words, while Lando scoffed in the background.

“That’s me, the real Peter, was supposed to meet you that day but his assistant got mixed up and you ran into me.” Your breathing had gotten deeper as you starred at you plate, well through it. He wasn’t ready when your eyes met his sending daggers straight to his heart. “And you just went along because my job isn’t important, right just a little intern to play a joke on. This is my life Peter, or whoever you are!” You yelled abandoning your chair to pace back and forth. You’ll be a laughing stock interviewing the wrong guy was one thing but sending it to your boss, youll be lucky if you ever get hired anywhere.

“Y/n you know me.” He begged moving to reach for you but you smacked his hands away. “Apparently i don’t! Are they even winemakers?” Waving your hand to his friends who all had sheepish looks on their face but one who was still glaring at what’s his face. Daniel dropped his head, giving you your answer.

“Of course they aren’t, just you lying to me wasn’t enough was it.” You humorlessly laughed collecting your things from the kitchen, making Daniel chase after you.

“Y/N dont leave please let me explain.” He cried out trying to stop you the closer you got to te door the more his heart broke. “I love you!” He choked out, making you pause. Turning back to look at him with tears in your eyes. Shaking your head.

“If this is how you treat someone you love, i dont want it.” The boys watched as you closed the door behind you, Daniel not moving from his spot staring where you last stood. “She left.” He repeated over and over as they went to comfort their friend. “You’ll get her back.”

“How!” Dan sobbed out, needed every once of hope that maybe just maybe this wasn’t the end. Honestly they had no idea how they could help him fix this.

For days you tried to find every way of getting the article back, without luck you counted the days every time you walked into the office past your bosses desk keeping your head down, you got to day six when she called you in. Shutting the door behind you, immedily going into apology mode. “I am so sor-“ she silenced you were a raise of her hand.

“I dont know how you did it, interview Peter Munro not that difficult.” She started staring right at you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. In your panic you couldn’t help but think of the times Dan as you now know comforted you, making tea and your favorite meal after you told him you had a bad day, of course it was slightly Burned everytime but the thought was there. You nodded along to her words she was right it wasn’t that hard.

“Ma’am if i could just explain.” She interrupted you once again. “It seemed like an easy task for your first article, I’m honestly impressed.” She laughed and you just knew you were kissing your job goodbye. “But to get an exclusive with Daniel Riccardo, wow.” If you had water you would’ve choked on it for sure. Scrunching your eyebrows you asked her, “What?”

“I really don’t know how you did it but great job, the details you got make me feel like i knew him personally when i read it.” She praised, while you shook slack jawed. And slowly nodded. “I look forward to reading more of your work, you have a bright future here.” She stood to shake your hand. You couldn’t believe it. How did this happen. As you walked out of her office her assistant was waiting for you outside.

“You’re welcome.” She winked, leaning you there alone. Still confused as to what exactly happened you walked to you desk seeing a vase of orange roses. It didnt take a genius to know who sent them, it also didnt help they were beautiful. Reading the note you sighed. ‘I’m downstairs please meet me.’

You mind shot back and forth to meet him or not, you decided that if for no other reason then to have something to write about you walked to the elevator, tapping your foot on the way down. Seeing him leaning against a blue McLaren, you only knew that’s what it was from when you googled him. Between his fingers was a single rose. He shuffled on his feet as you got closer.

“Hi.”

“Hi Daniel.” His eyes lit up hearing you say his name for the first time, you both gazed at each other in silence. “So how’d you fix it.” You knew it was him, you couldn’t even get it back let alone make changes.

“Figured i messed it up the least i could do is fix it because you deserve that job more than any journalist I’ve met.” He shrugged. “Plus your bosses assistant is a big fan.” You huffed out a laugh at his words, making him smile at the ice being broken.

“Baby i am so sorry-“ he started, you shook your head eliminating the space between you both, “Shut up Dan.” Using your hand wrapped around the back of his neck you pulled his lips down to yours.

Snapping out of his shock he wrapped his arms around you forgetting about the rose until you yelped and pulled back being pricked by a thorn.

“Oh god I’m sorry.” He rushed to set the rose on his hood still keeping you close with one arm, not wanting you to walk away from him again.

“Are we going to be okay?” He wasn’t dumb he knew a kiss didn’t mean you forgot everything but he hoped it meant he had a chance. Giving him another peck you nodded.

“We’ll be good, I’ve always loved the mistaken identity trope anyways.” You joked making him relax against you.

“You can still call me Peter sometimes if you want.” He wiggled his brows making you laugh. And shake your head at his antics, you could forgive him eventually already knowing you couldn’t live without him or the chance of not seeing his smile everyday.

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[trainingdummyrabbit]

okaaaaaay. ranking the library's floors based on how nice it would be to take a nap there. graded by ambiance and comfort. trying not to let too many of my own biases shine through but also no promises. im sleepy. ok 👍

> Lobby/Halls: im counting it because itd be funny. the ambiance is not unlike a hotel hallway; kind of really unsettling in its uniformity and undefinedness, but it Does make you sleepy if youre brave enough to risk it. feels like there'd be a chaser monster in there. and there is, if you count angela, i guess. 5/10 ambience. im pretty sure it is like 60-70% stairs if you look at it, which is deeply funny. where do the stairs go. i guess the better question is where Don't the stairs go. there are also no chairs or Anything; just bookshelves and lamps. its pretty clear you arent supposed to be in there long. dim lighting's pretty nice at least. 3/10 comfort. VERDICT: 4/10. At least it's got presentation.

> Floor of General Works: the vibe is pretty nice, if you can get past feeling like a tree on a prairie. a hawk could swoop in and snatch you or something. the towers of books could be kinda comforting for the right people, though. 4/10 ambiance. this is books. 3/10 comfort. VERDICT: 3.5/10. Don't Fall Off.

> Floor of History: its pretty busy, but the kind of busy where it just kinda turns into comforting background noise. its like the equivalent of having on cafe noises to study or sleep to. less of a "lulling you to sleep" sort of deal and more of a "i am so tired i could literally pass out sitting up." and then you do. might be a little much, but if you can find a nice corner somewhere it might be refreshing. nice little power nap. 7/10 ambiance. not Really the most conducive to taking a nap physically-- best you've got is facedown on the desk. which, honestly, isnt too bad. theyre nice desks. could make yourself a little hidey hole with the books sitting around. just be careful not to let anyone spot you. 7/10 comfort. VERDICT: 7/10. Respectably cozy for a quick pick-me-up.

> Floor of Technological Sciences: the light from the windows is probably jarring as hell, but away from that is pretty nice honestly. a bit uniform for my own liking, but the dim light looks like it'd do wonders. cant imagine how anyone doesn't already get sleepy working in there. 7/10 ambiance. the geaaaarrrsssss.... good luck getting any actual sleep with That nonsense going on 24/7. also i dont think theres a Single non-90 degree angle in the entire floor besides the gears, (which you Really shouldnt be sleeping near,) which i cant imagine does anyone's backs any favors. not a single good desk in sight beyond yesods, and i dont think hed take kindly to sharing this way. also that is the most uncomfortable looking couch i have ever seen. 2/10 comfort. VERDICT: 4.5/10. Almost, buddy. Bring your own pillow. And earplugs.

> Floor of Literature: the little ceiling lights are absolutely Lovely. could argue for it being too bright, but honestly that's an easy fix. its comfy in the way a school library is-- honestly one of the more inviting floors to be on. its practically Begging for a nap tbh. very neat and comfortable. 8/10 ambiance. girl how small is that table???? even with leniency for art style with the size, the chair backs barely reach th edge of the table. looks like youd be ppppretty squished sleeping there. doesn't look like theres many other notable spots to sneak your way into either, so its the table or the floor. one way or another you are waking up as if youve been hit by a truck. 3/10 comfort. VERDICT: 5.5/10. Very polite and comfy, but oh Man is that gonna mess you up later.

> Floor of Art: YEAH BABEY!!!!! very dim but with several soft light sources, the loose and comfortable feel of the place-- this is what its all about honestly. the paintings and such are a nice touch as well. chances are, no ones gonna really bat an eye if they catch you asleep here. it just feels like the place for it. the natural look must be very nice after everything, too. 9/10 ambiance. those floorboards are Going to kill you. cant imagine trying to walk in there without tripping. not a lot of obvious places to set up, but if youre feeling brave you can probably nest up in a pile of books somewhere. on the other hand, theres probably all sorts of little spaces and nooks to tuck into if youre crafty. as someone who would enjoy sleeping in a cabinet, can approve. 6/10 comfort. VERDICT: 7.5/10. He gets a 10/10 in MY heart. Taking that back pain like a CHAMP.

> Floor of Natural Sciences: the same kind of comfort as an old ladys guest room. aka i Wish i could take a nap there. only caveat is the blinding light coming in from pretty much everywhere. its like trying to sleep with an open curtain, but like... all the time. looks like itd smell nice in there, at least. 7/10 ambiance. has actually comfy-looking chairs! seems like thered be a few places you could manage to tuck into comfortably in a corner someplace with a cushion or something. also one of (maybe the only?) floors that actually has carpeting! so no getting woken up by footsteps, or having to sleep on floorboards. 7/10 comfort. VERDICT: 7/10. Probably like sleeping in a sunbeam. Equally disorienting when Tiph inevitably gets at you for slacking off.

> Floor of Language: its kinda scruffy looking, but if youre not bothered by that it looks like it might be pretty comforting actually. i wont explain. lightings pretty nice as long as youre not looking directly out the window. soundscape might not be horrible, its a bit of a coinflip with the industrial look though. caveat? cigarette smoke... 7/10 ambiance. Comfy! Looking! COUCH!!! you Are passing out on that thing whether you want to or not. also you could probably have a nice time tucking up against the windowsill if you can handle the brightness. might even be warm. im kinda surprised actually. 8/10 comfort. VERDICT: 7.5/10. I could swear I've fallen asleep here before. Minus the um. Lava. But you get what I mean.

> Floor of Social Sciences: this place looks like a memory. this is the type of sleep youd get where youre briefly kinda disoriented on where you are for a while. ive gotta imagine the water sounds pretty nice too. and the coffee smells! can you imagine?? theres probably all sorts of small talk going on in the background, just a few people stopping by here and there to exchange pleasantries over a drink. i gotta stop here, i Will just keep going. 10/10 ambiance. i need to bump this up at least a little due to the theme alone. im listening while writing these and the sheer wave of peace it always brings is indescribable. howeverrrrr... return of The Couch. you Cannot convince me that thing is made of any sort of remotely soft material. at least its got pillows. on the other hand, you get good windowsill access (REALLY good windowsill too,) AND bar access. must be nice to find a quiet corner in, too. 8/10 comfort. VERDICT: 9/10. Is anyone honestly surprised. (But still, jeez dude.)

> Floor of Philosophy: the dim lighting AND the ceiling stars??? dude... its a bit quiet, but quiet in the way a classroom is after-hours. a silent sort of welcoming. if youre able, Nothing is going to bother you in there. this is where you go to Rest. 9/10 ambiance. girl there is NOWHERE to sleep. other than like the table. also is that just... water? on the floor? i appreciate the aesthetic deeply, but um. i dont think thats very nap conducive. the floor is probably wood but it looks almost like stone with how its shaped. cant imagine your back would thank you after that one. table's not too bad at least. 6/10 comfort. VERDICT: 7.5/10. The equivalent of passing out in a therapist's office. Hope you're ready for an in-depth personal conversation when you wake up.

> Floor of Religion: this looks like a principals office. cant shake the feeling of mild yet stern disapproval coming from this place. on the other hand, it Does feel Very secure. id imagine thered be at least faint clock ticking-- That has to be pretty nice. if youre the right person, i guess. the occasional ceiling light is pretty nice, but its already pretty bright in there. youll fall asleep in here and either feel like no time has passed at all after several hours or feel like its been an eternity after 5 minutes. no in-between. 5/10 ambiance. there is Nowhere to Sleep. maybe the stairs if youre cool with having to sleep against the railing, but also that Is a tripping hazard, and nobody likes a tripping hazard. has a similar problem to yesods floor, in that everything is Very straight-laced and proper, meaning there is like... nowhere comfortable to sit. other than like one desk and a table or two maybe. 3/10 comfort. VERDICT: 4/10. I'd say you rank better in my heart, but this is honestly about as expected. in conclusion: chesed's floor once again remaining the people's favorite. if you need me ill be tucked into a cubby at netzie's. come get me in like 3 hours or so, i will almost Certainly get stuck up there. ok 👍

#piktalk #projmoon #feel free 2 tag w ur own takes ilike reading them :] we r having a sleepover. dont tell angela. #itried my best t gather asmuch info as i could; but also if i missed anything: Oops(tm) 👍

[thatswhatsushesaid]

hi hi hope youre doing well!! i was wondering if you had any good recs for fics that explore jin guangyao and su minshans relationship? platonic or romantic idm i just wanna read more fics about their dynamic!! no worries if not, you just seem like youd know some good fics for them lol (compliment)

anon you have come to the right clown with this request, let me throw some stuff at you:

a painting missing strokes, a song missing notes by occasional_boy_reporter is a cql post-canon xiyao fix-it fic that includes probably my favourite brand of suyao, which is one-sided, unrequited, but nevertheless not something minshan makes jgy's problem to manage. he might be eaten up with envy on the inside, but his ride-or-die loyalty to jgy overcomes everything. anyway, i am sad to say the fic is incomplete, but it is still such a beautiful read, and sms's role in it really can't be overstated! i also really like how the writer handles lxc and sms's dynamic!

favor by venndaai is a hunger games AU which primarily focuses on a romance between meng yao and lan xichen in the games, but also features background nieyao and very minor background nielan--which, if you know anything about me and my preferences, is so high up there on my list of NOTPs as to be in the stratosphere, so for me to not only read and finish this fic, but turn around and recommend it to other people as often as i do.... idk if it says something, exactly, other than i think it's REALLY FUCKING GOOD! minshan's role in this one is very minor in contrast to what you'll see above, but it is nevertheless an extremely important role that, imo, closely mirrors sms and jgy's canon dynamic in spirit, if not in function. just be prepared for things to go very dark. i cried at the end.

sainted, untainted by gloriousmonsters is a suyao oneshot that veers very closely towards dubcon territory, though the kink in question is one that they do negotiate in advance. things just... happen... in the thick of it, and they struggle, but the whole scene from start to finish remains consensual. what i love about it isn't even the sex, though that is very steamy and intimate dgmw. it's that everything about this scene, from start to finish, is also an examination of trust and vulnerability, and i think if there's anyone in the canon material jgy would be willing to give up his dearly bought power and control to--other than lan xichen--it's going to be su she.

those are the ones that immediately leap out at me! beyond that, here's a shameless plug for my post-canon xiyao fix-it WIP glorious, which only has one chapter up atm, but it is all jgy and sms. their dynamic is going to be as important as the romantic xiyao in subsequent chapters so 👉👉 watch this space etc.

#asks answered #mdzs fic recs #jin guangyao #su she #su minshan #suyao

[transmutationisms]

broad af question, but thots on the rise of epigenetics as a model? (i imagine youd be pretty sympathetic to mansfield and guthmans critique esp re: reproductive futurity)

you imagine correctly, lol. they're kinda frustrating because they don't really understand the relationship between epigenetics, eugenics, and social reform projects historically and aren't able to contextualise it in contemporary biology, but they're still right to point out that interest in epigenetics is primarily coming from a desire to enforce ideas of biological normality and ideals of strength / beauty / &c. what's lacking in the historical narrative is the fact that this type of environmentalism has been part of evolutionary biology more often than not; darwin and his contemporaries also believed in the inheritance of acquired characteristics, so really it was only temporarily displaced by the crude genetic determinism of the modern synthesis in the early 1940s, and this model was in serious disrepute by about 50 years later lmao. i also think mansfield and guthman, like most commentators on this issue, overstate the extent to which epigenetic inheritance is a 'lamarckian' idea (it's not, any more than mendelian genetics is 'darwinian' or evo-devo is the same as 18th-century recapitulation theory lmao).

anyway, regarding epigenetics itself, there's also a lot of overconfidence about the ability for biologists to actually determine which genes are being differentially expressed, how they influence one another, and what that means for the organism. if you even change, like, the length of dna sequence that the computer considers to be a gene, you get a radically different list, and even if you can identify a differentially expressed gene with confidence, determining what exactly it does is still incredibly hard. in practical terms, epigenetics is still confined mostly to similar kinds of epidemiological studies as nutrition science, and many of these studies are plagued with confounding factors and methodological weaknesses. the hope has long been that by identifying epigenetic changes, we could develop targeted therapies. but this is basically a moonshot imo (like, literally no one knows which parts of gene expression to target or how, ever) and also raises the extremely thorny question of: what things, exactly, are we hoping to 'fix'? more often than not, as m&g point out, this type of research is driven by interest in enforcing thinness, specific neurological and affective states, &c. not to say there's NO epigenetic research being done on diseases that would actually be beneficial to cure, but epigenetics has a eugenic bent (because public health has a eugenic bent) and is specifically being funded that way.

although i disagree, like i said, that epigenetics is really lamarckism (& dislike the work of jablonka and that crowd for this exact reason lol), you can certainly contextualise the rise of epigenetics in the longer history of disputations over the role of the environment in determining the condition of the organism. life sciences and medicine have grappled with this issue in many different forms; for instance, hippocrates's non-naturals suggest environmental and climatic influence, galenic humoural theory leans on internal regulation with the environment as an external disruption, germ theory offered what appeared to be a non-environmental theory of disease that was promptly synthesised with sanitary-environmentalist hypotheses by the french hygiene profession. within evolutionary biology specifically, ideas of plasticity within an organism's lifetime have never really gone away, and the dispute was essentially over the extent to which these changes were hereditary. epigenetic theory fits comfortably within this ongoing debate, and if more biologists understood that then they would understand why their work bears such a strong resemblance to so many previous eugenic projects.

#epigenetics

[saglaophonos]

how do you think the last ten minutes could have been better set up? because i have Ideas but i’m also a fool. a fool who did feel the pacing of season two was Off and would not at all have expected the kiss at the end had it not been spoiled for me.

i think the last ten minutes had two glaring set-up problems which were 1. it is way too easy to side with crowley in the break up and 2. aziraphale's decision to go back to heaven seems jarring. and sure, you can argue that you're meant to read them as both at fault, and that aziraphale's current character arc does align with his choice. and youd be right. but also if i had done it, it would've been better. 

1. too easy to side with crowley (crowley needs to be more at fault)

the scene where crowley goes to heaven and learns about the second coming should've happened in episode 3 while aziraphale was in edinburgh. and crowley shouldve spent the next couple of episodes weighing whether or not he should tell aziraphale about what he knows. this would've continued & escalated the conflict of episode one, as crowley knows that telling aziraphale would spur him into action, but crowley's priority is keeping them and their "peaceful existence" undisturbed.

then in episode 5, i would tweak the sequence that starts with nina calling out crowley. crowley's reaction reads as "oh no i'm in love with aziraphale!" and my tweak is it shouldve been "oh no i can't hide my love for aziraphale anymore. i can't avoid the situation coming to a head any longer". crowley is avoidant. avoids external conflicts (the second coming) & avoids internal conflict (feelings for aziraphale). the ep 5 sequence ends with crowley's same conversation with gabriel and he decides that in order to keep them safe, he has to keep aziraphale in the dark about both things.

having crowley make the choice to not communicate with aziraphale be what indirectly leads to aziraphale accepting the archangel position in heaven would be a more satisfying way to punish crowley for his avoidant tendencies, while also bringing into larger emphasis for the viewer that this is something crowley still needs to work out on a character level, but also for their relationship to progress. then, you don't need the fanfictiony "maggie and nina tell crowley to confess" scene, because the reason why crowley confesses becomes obvious within the breakup scene itself. crowley realizes he caused the situation they're in by avoiding the issue; his next strategy is to force them both to confront the issue directly.

2. aziraphale's decision feels really s1 (establish motivation earlier)

okay the aziraphale fix i'll be more brief about. first of all, say you go the above route. having crowley worry that aziraphale would try to prevent the second coming if he found out about it wouldve helped lay the groundwork of explaining aziraphale's choice. but i wouldve also done the following 

the fact that aziraphale really didn't care about maggie and nina getting together until he lied to heaven about it was such a missed opportunity. if aziraphale is insistent that he must and can fix heaven, that could've easily been mirrored though this plot. the aziraphale & maggie scene in episode 1 should've had aziraphale genuinely moved by maggie's plight - instead of brushing her off, he shouldve gotten invested on a personal level. maybe he just wants them to be happy, maybe its made more blatant that he sees the two as parallels for himself & crowley. idk. either way getting them together because of the miracle lie shouldve only been a secondary concern to him. it shouldve been personal. because the plot is all about how, no matter how much aziraphale would like to control the situation and manipulate it into going the way he thinks it ought to go, some things in life are simply beyond your control. but aziraphale can't see that, which would've more blatantly set up his motivation when he makes the choice to go back to heaven. aziraphale cannot reconcile with injustice; yet, in the same way you can't force two people to fall in love, you can't fix heaven.

and honestly? honestly you could tweak more. something you could really tweak for a better set up into episodes 5 & 6, but especially the last ten minutes, is 1941. anyway! can't wait for s3. hope they kiss!

#for the record i do not care that good omens 2 is bad lol #ask #good omens #meta

[boxwinebaddie]

ok ive been wanting to ask this for a while but i didnt know if youd be able to answer since its giving a lot away.. but f it lmao. does ravenstan know jersey kyle is HIS kyle? bc he hasnt said anything but how many ginger jewish jersey boys are there named kyle matthew broflovski hsjjdks im assuming one

ooooooh. ok...Hm.

so, i stared at this for a while and...

you know what, my friend? i should, one, prolly stop randomly jumping the line of 34973 ask memes in my box whenever i get a new one bc i get super excited & have no attention span, but also this is...Important.

and tbh, one of the Big reasons that rm got so tricky for me was because i got overly anxious about the timeline, too worried abt what sequence of events the fic should follow/what things should you know and when, etc. so i actually have a lot of random rm itinerary/lore that i wrote that i was going to drop you guys in other chapters but wasn't sure if it was...Time yet?

buuuuut given that posting to my ao3 has been super stressful for me as of late/i'm still trying to ease back into it/i feel more posting comfortable stuff on here -- combined with the serious bummer that i can't really write updates in the sorry shape i’m in rn with settling into my new workplace and grappling with my mental health/healing my complex feelings abt writing

which is a Serious Bummer indeed because i try to be as fun and zesty as possible in my ask responses, but i really want to give you all something more solid to Read, you know?

so this is my little compromise for you. :)

basically i wrote this little scene thingy like a month ago and Almost put it at the beginning of rm6...but it was too complicated and i was like maybe i should wait, idk...

but i am feeling chaotic today!~

and the fact you guys care enough about my weird little fanfictions to regularly send me thoughtful, kind, excited messages abt it even when my updates are few and far between — idk, that means so much to me. you all mean a lot to me…and you guys know i am unhinged and cannot resist posting snippets/spoilery things.

so…i’m closing my eyes!! but also it’s not a spoiler if i was going to post this earlier Anyways…right? dhsksks

( if you want to read it it’s under the cut w/ more info xx )

it is however…a draft. it’s really…not that good. like i said i was going to fix it / rewrite it when i figured out where i wanted it to go, but i wanted to answer your question without saying too much about it sooo i think this little scene thing should tell you/give you the information you seek while also keeping you confused/interested?

maybe?? idk?? i’m sweating, smh.

( some of lines just ended up re-written in my actual fic so if they look familiar that’s why — ANYWAYS! )

the Context is actually abt Kyle’s CRIMINA LAUR class, which if you rem(ember), jersey was writing an essay that was due at midnight but got rizzed too hard by raven and passed out and couldn’t turn it in!!! jersey kyle was ready to fight for his life ( aka lie out of his ass abt why his essay didn’t get uploaded w/o mentioning crimson dawn bc Ew ) but mr. mackey said that a Compelling Case was submitted upon his behalf by a

Third Party

and waved the missing homework assignment, where, in the section where kyle would have uploaded a copy of his essay, a video had been uploaded and submitted.

here’s the beginning of it

also jersey is in his pajamas, his hair is up, he looks radiant, he’s red bc having some box wine and his eye is twitching btw — pls tell me you can see it — also this was either going to go up before the hate or after it so i don’t think the time frame matters — this is just part of what happened while kyle was passed out back stage )

anyways! *jersey vc* Cheers! Mazel <3

;)

-uncle nina

#tw for me spoiling stuff #JUST KIDDING IM NOT I SWEAR U GUYS #I WAS GONNA TRY AND FIT THIS INFO INTO ANOTHER CHAP #but u guys are the best and have been very patient #and so dedicated and invested in my work #which is so amazing so #here is some interesting information #and i hope it helps answer ur question a little #u will probably have 20 more #so sorry friend #hopefully this was a thrilling uphate #i sent this on my phone #so im sorry if this looks crazy this also might be a crazy thing to do right before i dip for an event #but i love chaos let’s go babey #i feel like 75% of this is not ground breaking but IT IS CUTE OKAY I THINK ravenstan my beloved #he was so worried oh my god pleaaase