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Bad dreams (Percy x reader)
Child of Hypnos reader, ~4.5k words, set ambiguously after pjo, the request was enemies to lovers so I sincerely apologize. Masterlist
Capture the flag. It was a game of epic highs and lows, winner and losers, all to decide who wore the crown. Until next week, that is. And nobody took it more seriously than Annabeth, determined to win and keep her indestructible reputation as the best strategist around. She was in the war room, taking this very seriously, and discussing with her right hand man before the team.
Percy groaned, dramatically dropping his head on the table, half pushing off the map. “Annabeth, why?” He complained, hand waving in the air to communicate the distain that she couldn’t see in his face.
Annabeth sighed, taking her head in her hands. “I know you don’t like them,” she started calmly, crossing the floor to Percy to pat his back gently. “But the Hypnos cabin is an asset, between all of them, we can have half the enemy team asleep,” she said, ever pragmatic.
Percy was not a fan of her reasoning, as sound as it was. Unfortunately for him, the head counsellor of the Hypnos cabin was you. And You and Percy? He didn’t even want to think about. No idea why you decided not to like him upon meeting, even less of an idea how it’s escalated as far as it has. “Wise girl, have mercy,” he whined, standing up straight again. “Putting me in a room with them is a sure fire way to lose.”
Annabeth pursed her lips. “That might be true,” she started, circling the table, eyes the pieces she set dramatically to represent each of her forces. One or two Hypnos campers per squad to weaken the enemy. “But they’re essential to the plan, just… you’ll be in different areas, if all goes well.”
Percy grumbled. Things never went well.
As the battle drew closer, the allied cabins assembled to hear the more polished version of Annebeths plan. And of course, that meant you at the table, front and centre, your forces being an essential part of the strategy. Great. You always listened to Annabeth, even though she was always sticking up for him. And she managed to get you on the same team, even when you knew that guy you hated would be there.
You nodded along with the details, assigning siblings you thought best for each task. You seemed a lot nicer with them.
You conferred with your cabin, and offered another plan to Annabeth. Percy wasn’t completing focused, because when you were done, he had no idea what you’d said. Annabeth seemed to be a fan though. She nodded along, and adjusted the prices on her map while you have people notes and alternate delegations.
An order to each cabin head. All except him. He glanced around at each counsellor telling their cabin mates what they should do, and he cringed. You’d instructed everyone else. “Uh,” he started looking to you because Annabeth was busy talking to the Apollo counsellor. “Does my job change at all?”
You pursed your lips, smiling just slightly. “No, I guess I didn’t have anything for you,” you said slyly. “But isn’t jumping in without thinking kind of your whole thing? Just roll with that, yeah?”
Percy’s face flattened as he sighed. He needed somebody else, “Annabeth?” He asked.
She turned to him, and thought for a moment. “They might have a point,” she said curiously, much to his detest. Percy grumbled as she continued. “Using you as a wild card might be beneficial, especially because you can take large groups of them at once.”
Great. No job, and more work, somehow. And you were smiling, a bit too satisfied with yourself and his annoyance. Why was it always like this?
…
There was one time when Percy was sparring with Clarisse, and they got a little too heated, and it ended up with Clarisse on Pegasus cleanup duty, and Percy teaching sword classes for a week. Definitely the lighter punishment, considering he liked the job. Chiron always went a little easy on him. But there were layers to this punishment. Primarily: you.
When Percy was approaching, he saw you, and sighed. You were there first, already talking to the younger campers, wide smile on your face and holding a weapon. Ugh. Of course he had the misfortune of fucking up the same time as you. Okay. This week was actually going to be terrible.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he said, jogging up to you and the campers. You’d just finished some sort of introduction, it was the perfect time to slide in. The youngest kid looked maybe ten, and had a dagger in her hand. She was little small for the real swords. The kids were looking up at him, faces blank or curious, and you were side eyeing him, brow raised, completely unimpressed. Yeah, he should probably do something interesting.
“Yeah, you sure were,” you laughed sarcastically, sounding just nice enough for the kids not to pick up on your distain.
Percy grimaced. Great start. With a deep breath, he did his best to recover, running his hands through his hair nervously. “Well, I’m here now, so,” he said, looking at the younger campers. Grinning, and ignoring your cold stare, he uncapped Riptide, and a few kids gasped. “How about we get to the fun stuff?”
He spared you a glance, catching you roll your eyes at him. This was not going to be a good week. Quite possibly the worst punishment Chiron could’ve given him.
It’s hard to teach as a team when you can’t get along for a second. And all the kids noticed, and did their best to egg you on. Percy was fighting for his life harder than he had on several quests, until the very last minutes of the time slot. Thank the gods it was only like, an hour. Even if it was one of the longest hours of his life.
And he wasn’t even spared when it was over.
“Of course we fucked up on the same week” you sighed, picking up a carelessly discarded sword. “Let me guess, something boring…” you started, walking idly toward the weapons rack with a handful of blades. “Like what, blowing up the bathroom again? Or sneaking out of camp for a quest?”
Hmm. Low blow. Though not completely unwarranted. “No, much cooler than that,” Percy sighed, rolling his eyes as he kicked up some dust from the arena floor. “Beating up Clarisse.”
You scoffed, “somehow I doubt that.”
And you weren’t exactly wrong. It was more of a mutual beating up, in a sort of frenemy way, Percy was the first to admit. But not to you. “Hey, you should see her,” he chided. “There’s cold hard proof.”
You bumped his shoulder on the way out of the arena, sighing. “Maybe I will, I could get some tips on kicking your ass,” you said, raising your brow.
By the time he thought of a good-ish response, you were too far away to hear, and he was kicking himself for letting you get the last word. He glanced around the empty arena dumbly. It looked like you finished the cleanup while he just stood there, another point you had on him now. The punishment may not have been a competition, but you seemed to be winning thus far. Shit.
And it only gets worse from there.
He managed to come early the second day, a full fifteen minutes to get warmed up, and think about what could be good to teach the newbies. And he had the arena all to himself to slash dummies in the exact way he’d instruct them to do later.
“Clarisse told me Chiron intervening is all that saved you from getting sent to the infirmary,” you said.
Percy jumped, Riptide nearly falling out of his hand. When the fuck did you get here? He hadn’t heard you at all. Sneaky bitch. He turned to face you when he recovered from his shock, “yeah, well, she couldn’t admit she lost a fight if there was a gun to her head.”
You didn’t look sold. You raised your brow, “could you?”
He pursed his lips. He wanted to say something like, yes, duh! But quickly realized it might be a lie. To most people he could, but admitting defeat to you felt much worse. Like it would confirm all your doubts or apprehensions about him, or whatever your grudge was. He decided a little lie wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “I could,” he said casually, slashing a combat dummies head.
He didn’t see your face as you hummed lowly with disapproval. Probably for the better.
Or so he thought, because as you were walking towards the dummy beside his, he started to feel drowsy. His slashes got slower as his arms felt heavier, like they were weighing him down. He looked at you, and immediately wanted to lie down and pass out. Ugh. Your subtle smirk told him you knew exactly what you were doing. And it only escalated when the kids started to arrive.
You started the lesson off assertively. While he was struggling to blink with his heavy eyelids. “If you have any cool demigod abilities, you should totally use them literally whenever you can,” you said, pointing your weapon enthusiastically at the campers.
Percy couldn’t help but watch in slight awe as you engrossed them all. You narrowed in on a son of Apollo, your blade staring him down as you told him he should get comfortable using healing abilities in a fight. You seemed to have a suggestion for everyone; the daughter of Hectate should use the mist, a Demeter kid should try and use vines, your Hypnos brother should use… sleep powers. Percy knew about those all too well.
Percy had to admit he was jealous of the way they seemed excited about your ideas. Did they really like you more than him? It wasn’t that he felt bad not being liked, he was plenty used to that in all the schools he went to. It was more that it was you. The way you showed a nicer side to seemingly everyone but him. His body still felt like it was made of lead.
You had some blind spots though. Not everyone had powers, Percy guessed, watching a couple Athena kids rolling their eyes or looking at the ground. “I hate to interject,” Percy started, stealing your and the kids attention again. “But this is weapons training, there are other classes for using abilities.” Plus, maybe you’d stop using yours if they got back on focus.
”Hey, I’m teaching them how to fight better, isn’t that the goal?” You shot back. You seemed to catch the way his eyes were lingering on the kids without abilities. “Even if you don’t have any specific powers,” you said, turning back to the campers, “if we start using them, you’ll learn how to counter them, and kick our asses better.”
Percy sighed. You seemed pretty stuck on this. He tiredly uncapped Riptide, and pointed at it. “Weapons class, Y/n. Let’s focus on using weapons,” he said.
You shifted your lips around, maybe chewing on them, and then seemed to have a thought. Unfortunately. You smiled at the kids, “yeah, well, Percy doesn’t always use his abilities to the fullest when he fights,” you said. “Maybe don’t take his lead too much.”
Ugh. “Well, it’s not always as easy as some people make it look,” he said, gesturing at you. “Not everyone has powers, and some people get drained easily by theirs. For me, I can’t always rely on there being water around me.”
You crossed your arms, raising your brow, and actually looked at him this time. “You know what people are made of, right?”
The kids were listening intently, some snickering and smirking to themselves. A couple seemed annoyed that the training was paused just so the teachers could bitch at each other. Percy sighed, “yeah, no, I don’t want to do that. I think that was an episode of Avatar: the last airbender.”
You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Well you might win more fights if you did,” you said snidely. Your eyes lowered a moment as you lowered your voice with a bitter tone, “I hate the idea of you going easy on me.”
Before Percy could respond with a retort of his own, you’d dropped the mean act and completely focused on the kids, upbeat and happy. You clapped your hands together, and shot them a wide smile, “how about a demonstration, guys?”
Aw shit. The kids lit up, nodding along as you continued. “How about me and Percy have a little match, and we see who wins, yeah?” You said, grinning at him. Ugh. It wasn’t a secret that people said he was the best swordsman at camp, but you were a head counsellor too. And even if he could stab you, he probably shouldn’t in front of the kids anyway.
He had started to tune you out, but got snapped back to reality when he heard his name. “Percy, are you down?” You asked with faux sweetness. Ugh. Percy sucked a breath in through his teeth, and sighed. “Uh-Sure,” he said cautiously.
You grinned, and the kids stepped back and whispered to each other. Yeah, they definitely picked up on your rivalry. They waited restlessly, probably excited to see the climax of your mutual dislike. Like the fight was inevitable. He uncapped Riptide with a sigh, and raised the blade as you shooed the kids to step further back. He took a fighting stance, raising his blade at the ready. Just great. Your aura of tiredness or whatever was affecting him seemed to get worse. Yeah, he might be fucked without water.
You smirked, twirling a weapon of your own between your fingers and glancing at your audience happily, chest puffed out in self satisfaction. “Do you want to count us down?” you asked the kids, grinning.
They nodded along, three, and Percy sighed, eying the water bottle he had off to the side. If he could get it then maybe... whatever. Maybe if he beat you, you’d lay off. Two. Or, if you won, you could get ten times worse. One. There was no good outcome. And it’s not like either of you could maim each other with the kids watching.
Ugh. Still weighed down by an impossible spell of drowsiness, Percy started to lunge forward, sword ready to slash in an arc above his head. But then he looked at you. And you looked at him. And you were shooting him a finger gun, and Percy was out cold, without enough time to grumble or complain about it. Well shit.
Like most times he slept, he was dreaming. Nightmares, specifically. At least he felt no godly presence, or anything sinister. Today, it was Annabeth and Grover dead on the floor, with Kronos in Luke’s body glaring at him from the sidelines. And then it was just Luke, looking at him sadly, approaching him, and then asking why he let his sister die. Percy didn’t have an answer.
Nightmare Luke wasn’t a fan of that. Suddenly he was turning back into Kronos and raising Backbiter, and Percy was completely unable to move, paralyzed by fear, sadness, and bitter anger. Great. Just great.
But Luke didn’t swing. He stopped, eyes cloudy and blank, and the bodies faded away. Was his subconscious being nice today? Luke stepped back, and his sword has vanished, and the scene was fading fast.
Percy was awake. He grumbled, not wanting to open his eyes. His head was in the dirt, body completely weighed down by his own exhaustion. The arena floor wasn’t the worst place he could’ve fallen, at least. He grumbled, sat up, and rubbed his eyes until they opened.
You were still there, Percy’s eyes flew open, shaking any lingering tiredness. He scooted back just slightly. You were sitting beside him, head rested in hands and lips pursed. “Uhh,” he stuttered, scooting back further. “You’re uh, still hanging out here?” A quick glance showed the kids were gone, and the lesson had been over for a while.
”You have some of the worst nightmares I’ve seen, dude,” you said simply, shifting your head from hands to hand. “I’m… sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to snoop.”
Percys brow furrowed. What? You looked apprehensive, but your words didn’t seem malicious in the slightest. He stopped scooting back, but he held his arm up defensively between you, unsure why. You didn’t have a weapon. “It’s… fine. Was it you that… ended it?” He asked tentatively.
You nodded. “It didn’t seem fun,” you said quietly. You looked away, hiding your face in a palm, “Sorry for putting you in there, I guess,” you said. “I’ll try to avoid sleeping you, if you want.”
Percy looked at you quizzically, jaw hung slightly open, more than confused. You were being nice. That’s crazy. He wasn’t sure how to act. Every word he said was laced with hesitation and the slightest bit of a stutter. “Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Appreciate it.”
You nodded, and a slightly sealed silence fell over the woods as you refused to look at him. But you didn’t stand up to leave yet either.
“Hey, Y/n, can I ask,” he started, sitting up straighter and crossing his legs. “Usually you hate me…” he said, almost wincing. “Do you… not, today?”
That got your attention, and your eyes were burning through him. Your brow furrowed, and softened, your mouth opened and then closed, you looked away, then back at him, and then sighed. “I don’t hate you, Percy,” you admitted, sounding abjectly defeated.
That got an involuntary “huh?” Out of him. You totally hated him. That was just a fact.
You sighed, and shook your head, turning back away from him. You tone was far lighter this time, “no, I don’t hate you, I just- I don’t know,” you said.
”Then why-“ Percy started dumbly, but quickly trailed off, unsure how to make his question less rude. There didn’t seem to be an obvious answer. “Why are you like this,” he asked, cringing at his own callousness.
You snickered, looking at him with a slight and awkward smile. You shrugged, and looked back at the woods. Percy didn’t speak, he barely breathed, waiting for any sort of a signal from you. Somehow, it worked. You sighed , and stretched your legs in front of you and said, “I don’t know.” You paused, probably thinking. “It just comes naturally, I guess.”
Percy hummed.
“That came out mean, didn’t it,” you laughed softly.
“Like most things you say,” he laughed, but quickly trailed off. “Sorry.”
You smiled hesitantly, looking over at him with softer eyes than he usually sees on you. “No, that was deserved,” you said.
Percy smiled, and then raised his brow, surprising himself. That didn’t happen when he talked to you, this was fresh territory. Before he could respond, you were standing, and for the first time, offering him a hand up. And for the first time, he took it.
You pulled him to his feet, but didn’t look at him, curtly turning your head away as he stood in front of you. Percy couldn’t help but snicker under his breath. You seemed intent on staring at a tree.
”Hey,” Percy started, brushing his hair out of his face. “Do you wanna go get on the same page about what we’re teaching them tomorrow so we don’t have a repeat of today?” He asked. He got a little scared when you finally looked at him, but you didn’t seem angry. And if anybody knew your angry face it was him. “We’ll probably be better teachers if we actually work together on it.”
You hesitated, raising your brow. “Uh, really?” You stuttered, crossing your arms and shrinking into yourself.
Percy sighed. He was doing this, he’d committed now. For better or worse. “Yeah,” he nodded, with a friendly smile. “Why not? Let’s go get lunch or something.”
Percy wasn’t sure how well his olive branch was working. Your lips were pursed and arms still crossed, but.. the ever so familiar scowl you often showed him was absent from your lips. That could be good. You looked at the ground, then back to him, “yeah, okay.”
And here he was braced for rejection and an insult. Small victories. Percy grinned, nodding his head in the general direction of the dining pavilion, “then let’s go.”
You nodded, and walked quietly beside him as he started for the path. Okay, a little awkward silence was nothing, that was still a win. Miles better than where he was this morning. Or even like, an hour ago. So Percy was inclined to try and bridge the gap. “The kids are gonna be really surprised when we actually work together, tomorrow,” he laughed. Careful words, when, not if.
He caught in his peripheral the tug of your lips upward into the slightest of smiles. “They’ll never see it coming,” you said. Maybe like a joke. Wow, was this actually working? You let out a small laugh, “neither did I.”
Percy but the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile. That made two of you, because this was the last thing Percy expected too. “Yeah,” he started. “Not bad though.”
For the first time in a good minute, you met his eyes, and his attention was drawn. You didn’t normally look at him like that. It was a… nice change pace. You sighed, “No, not the worst.” You swished your cheeks around a moment as you paused, but didn’t say more. And Percy would be lying to himself if he tried thinking he wasn’t a little disappointed. It almost looked like you were gonna say something nice. Well, maybe not the worst was nice enough. For you, at least.
”Percy, I’m really sorry about those nightmares,” you said finally, looking at the ground.
Ah. That. Percy didn’t tell all that many people about his shit dreams. It was kind of a given that most people at camp got them, in some capacity at least. But he did his best to project a lighthearted image, especially when he was with the younger campers. “Oh,” he said dumbly.
“If you want, I can help with those,” you offered quietly.
Now that caught Percy’s attention. He raised his brow, “You can do that?” And he didn’t ask his other question: you would do that? Like, for him?
You looked up at him, then back to the ground as the two of you approached the dining pavilion. “Yeah, Hypnos stuff,” you mumbled. “I do it for some other people too.”
Oh gods, you felt bad for him. That was a weird thought. “Oh- you don’t have to do that,” he started, suddenly far more embarrassed. So that’s why you were being nice. Suddenly it didn’t feel as good as before.
You looked up at him with wider eyes now, and bit the inside of your cheek. “Well, if you ever change your mind.”
Something about your pity didn’t sit right with him, even if was glad you didn’t look like you wanted to bite his head off. This look, the feeling sorry for him face, was somehow worse. “I won’t,” he snapped, sounding meaner than he meant. Or maybe he did mean it, in his bitterness he couldn’t tell. “You don’t need to pretend to like me now that you feel bad.”
You brow furrowed, and that pity look was gone in an instant. “Hey asshole, I was just offering to help,” you spat. Now this was more familiar. You crossed your arms at your chest as you walked. “Thought about being nice for once.”
”Yeah, for once,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Because now you feel bad.”
”Oh shut up,” you said, shaking your head with a glare. You stopped just short of the pavilion. “You aren’t special because you get nightmares, idiot, half the camp does,” you said, stepping closer to him. He was inclined to back away. “I’ve seen worse.”
Percy took another step back. There was a few stray campers sitting in the pavilion watching curiously, now.
“But sure, go ahead,” you said, hands animating with your words. He flinched a moment as you halfway gripped the air. “Keep having your shit dreams, I don’t care.”
“Then why did you offer,” he spat back.
You looked at him like he was an idiot, shaking your head. “Because nightmares suck, nobody deserves that shit,” you said, like it was obvious. “Not even a stuck up asshole who thinks he’s better then everyone.”
What? Percy stood dumbly for a moment while your sharp glare subsided into a duller scowl. Did he really come off like that? “I’m not-“ he started, but quickly gave up. As much as he wanted to insult you back, half the things you said were genuinely pretty nice. You were right, nobody deserved that.
You scoffed, “sure you’re not,” you said bitterly.
The two do you stood silently for a moment. And a few moments more. The couple of campers watching awkwardly tried to go back to eating. The lunch plans the two of you made seemed so far in the past now. Same with the idea of getting in the same page.
Percy spoke first. “I don’t- I don’t think like that,” he said lamely.
”No, you’re just the hero of Olympus, who goes on all the quests, who the gods tried to give immortality too,” you said. But the malice was gone. “You’re the reason I even have a cabin here,” you said quietly.
Percy winced. How do you explain to somebody that going on all those quests… wasn’t always great. It stopped being amazing when more lives were at risk, the stakes got higher, people died. A lot of the time all the glory kind of sucked. “Well it’s… not all it’s cracked up to be,” Percy managed. “I mean, you saw the aftermath.”
”Yeah,” you said, looking at the ground. “That’s why I thought.. you might not be how I thought.” You looked up, expression made of stone. “But at least you’re… I don’t know,” you trailed off, “I think I’d still rather be somebody, even if it sucks.”
Percy half heartedly laughed through his nose, “Usually I feel the opposite, it would’ve been easier to be a kid of some minor god.”
”Grass is always greener, I guess,” you sighed.
“You are somebody, though,” Percy said, realizing he should probably address that. The idea that you were insecure seemed so alien. The way you insulted him always seemed so confident. “You don’t need a ton of quests or fights to prove that.”
You rolled your eyes, a weak smile was forming on your lips, “well, that’s easy for you to say. I’m only here, and claimed, and in a cabin because you made the gods pay their child support.”
Percy smiled softly, gesturing his head to the tables at the pavilion. He started to walk as he spoke, “that’s the gods, that’s their problem,” he said, grabbing a plate to fill with the magic food with you behind him. “You’re more then the gods approval.”
He had to look back to see if you were still there, the way you went quiet. You grabbed a plate, and followed him to a table, all with that stone faced look. Not pity or malice, this time. When you sat down beside him, you finally cracked. “Thanks,” you managed, staring ruefully at your food.
“It’s true,” Percy said.
You looked up at him, a slight smile on your lips this time. “Thanks,” you said, more confidently.
“Are you still up for helping me with the nightmares?”
This request haunted me for like over a month cuz I couldn’t get anything out of it for a while. I wasn’t gonna post here but I ended up happier with it then I thought tho. Can you tell I never write enemies to lovers? I usually hate that trope lmao. Anyway part 2 coming maybe.
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after over a month it’s easy for some to forget the extreme misogyny that is at the heart of the PM/Limbus Company wrongful termination. I’ve seen people refer to it as a vague legal battle, twitter users overreacting, just protesters that “hate project moon” or simply that Vellmori “was fired”. This entire situation happened because Korean men on DCinside thought putting a run of the mill fashion choker on Sinclair and having Ishmael in a skin-tight diving suit meant there was a feminist working for Project Moon. In a logic jump that would make even Alex Jones blush, they said Sinclair’s choker obviously meant the artist sees men as slaves. Frequently in South Korea men like this often go on “feminist hunts” where they will try and get women fired and ruin their lives for expressing even the most basic support for women’s rights. When they found out a male artist drew the Sinclair and Ishmael IDs, they specifically stopped going after him because he is male. Instead, they found out there was a female artist working for Limbus Company, Vellmori, and subsequently tried to ruin her. In their digging they found deleted tweets of hers which, again, showed support for basic women’s rights and condemned sex trafficking and molka. Then, in an act of q-anon tier paranoia, these men went through the Limbus Company CGs and found what they thought was hands drawn specifically to do the 🤏 emoji(korean incels go through their own personal 9/11 every time they see this image. I think they tried to cancel Starbucks over it once? ironically, I saw the latest summer male costume in FGO has the character always posing with pinched fingers. I guess the incels can let this one slide because that gacha is overflowing with scantily clad women who want to fuck you and a very concerning number of little girls in microbikinis?). They wanted Vellmori fired because of these years-old deleted tweets and illustrations of hands. They did this because they hate women. Vellmori was targeted because she is a woman. These men are misogynists who are part of a hate group.
Now, instead of telling these guys to stop bothering PM employees or the law will become involved (something they have literally done when their restaurant’s staff was getting harassed), Project Moon’s CEO quickly wrote a post acquiescing to these men’s complaints including the “ideological” posts by Vellmori, who he said was let go because of this. The reason why so many female fans have dropped the game and deleted entire accounts of fanart is because we saw Vellmori get fired immediately after the misogynistic witch hunt against her. She was fired for saying abortion should be legal, she was fired for condemning the rampant hidden cameras put in women’s public toilets and changing rooms, she was fired for condemning the Nth room case. In accordance to her contract, these years old tweets had even been deleted. She was fired because delusional men thought they saw pinched fingers in her art and wanted her to suffer for it.
If you are on the fence about the boycott spearheaded by Korean fans, you need to ask yourself if accepting this rampant misogyny is worth playing a glorified casino game over. No matter how “generous” you see Limbus Company, it’s a gacha game like any other. If they wanted a “live service” game, they would have made one. If they wanted to simply tell a story, there wouldn’t be a .png casino tab with an option to pay up to $70 multiple times to gamble with, nor incentives to log in daily. They made a gacha game because this style of game makes the most money.
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Hii, can i request a Male reader! X 1610!Miles? Something about them being best friends and Miles realizing hes deeply in love with him. Thanks and happy day :))
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ BOYS WILL BE BOYS
MILES DIDN’T KNOW HE LIKED GUYS..
a/n: tysm for requesting, i always love having more miles x male reader on tumblr!! once again, my reader will always be black, i apologize if this is not what was wanted, but i write strictly for my black brothers, sisters, & siblings. as I am black behind this screen.
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HE STOOD THERE..
studying his friend’s face, the jawline.. the way his hair fell over his head, his eyes.. miles was studying everything, he didn’t know why. he was supposed to be sat down next to [name] studying for their test. they were supposed to be quizzing one another, a way they both found was helpful when studying and also; was the true reason why they were even together instead of in their own respected dorms
his dark brown eyes glancing over the way his friend wrote down notes, the way the other boy bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows when he came across something he didn’t understand; making a mental note to come back to it once all the notes were done.. miles had known [name] for years, they were best friends.. no.. they were childhood best friends..
this made the way his stomach churned as he stared.. neglecting his own work.. worse, this made the way his heart pounded in his chest.. the way sweat ran down his forehead.. worse.. he only felt this way around someone.. one other time, and that was with gwen. someone who he had a major crush on. he couldn’t believe this.. could it be possible that he had a crush on his friend? no.. it couldn’t be..
“ hey miles-“ [name]’s voice drew miles out of his thoughts for a sheer moment, the sound of his voice was enough for him to feel his body begin to shake, “ -uhm…what did you get for question twenty eight?” [name]’s eyes looked so unbothered, as he stared at miles.. ‘ oh god what if he actually doesn’t like me..?’ miles mind went crazy.. overthinking the simple look, staring into the other boy’s eyes..he seemed to move in slow motion as he sat down in his seat, next to the boy “ uhm..I got.. four, ya know.. for the sin.. whatever.” he waved his hand around, closing his eyes and looking back at his paper, the truth was he was still on question eight, he just wanted to hear [name] tell him he was wrong.. and then explain to him why it was wrong. he wanted to hear his voice..
he wanted to hear [name] explain to him why he might’ve had the incorrect formula, and then they’d move on to quizzing one another on the formulas that were needed.. but.. somehow, someway.. he was actually correct in his guess.
“ oh! yeah, I got that too.. thanks man, just wanted to check with you.” he gave a small nod, as he began to write down the answer nice and big on the side of the paper, so when the teacher graded it; he could see the answer clearly, because his work was quite sloppy. this wasn’t how miles wanted it to go.. he wanted to hear [name]’s voice.. he wanted to hear everything the other boy had to say..
but.. this didn’t mean he was in love with him…did it?
he didn’t know.. he never felt this way about another boy before, and he certainly hoped this didn’t break their friendship into pieces.. he didn’t know how to feel about this.. he didn’t know how to go about this at all..
maybe.. if he ignored it.. it would go away.
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problems never go away if you ignore them, miles knew that for certain.. he knew it with stuff like his spiderman work and his classes, but he thought crushes were different.. that if he ignored it long enough that they’d go away, that wasn’t what happened with him and his best friend.. the more they hung out the more miles knew for sure he wanted him.. he knew for sure that he craved [name] more than anything, he craved to lay next to him.. arms around his waist.. their lips locked together.. he daydreamed while in class of the two hugging.. and not one of those daps and pulling the other into one.. and then slap each other’s backs for six minutes, no he meant a actual hug, with his arms around [name]’s waist. [name]’s arms around his neck..
god he wanted it so ba-
“ miles.. dude, i just got this girl’s number… she’s so fucking bad yo.. like she’s… her name is solange, like the singer..? I feel like I’m living in a early two thousands music video just thinking about her.” [name] laughed, his words pulling miles out of his thought process, and replacing his daydreams.. with a nightmare.. the thought of his best friend getting taken away from him..
it made him sick to his stomach to even think about.. so without warning.. he spoke up.. “ i heard she’s a bop.” as soon as that word left his mouth, he covered his mouth. now, was this true? yeah.. were the feelings he didn’t understand taking over? also yeah. but that didn’t mean he should try and ruin whatever [name] and solange got going on.. he knew better.
“ oh hell naw..” [name] sucked his teeth, his eyes looking around.. with no reasoning behind that. he just couldn’t look at miles right now, “ fuck you mean she a bop? i didn’t take you for the type to talk about women behind they back. mane we suppose to be better than these lowlifes who try to get underneath people skin. not cool.” [name] didn’t care if the rumors were true, he’d prefer to find out himself, but he made sure to check his friend on his words
and with that, he turned around on his heel. “ man, miles I can’t believe you said that. I can’t even look at you right now, now I know yo momma raised you better than that.” he let out a deep sigh and shook his head, “ you supposed to be my friend, solange already struggle with them damn rumors.. fuck wrong with you?” and with that he walked away.
“ wait-“ miles didn’t get to get any words in, before [name] was gone.. just like that.
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did he lose his best friend? they hadn’t talked in weeks at this point, nearly a month. [name] would walk past him in the hallway now, not even sparing him a single glance.. if their eyes met in class [name] would turn away first.. miles tried to rack his brain.. to figure out why he said that about solange, and the only reason he could think of.. was the one he had been trying to avoid..
he was in love with [name].. he loved him, but he lost him.. and him being in love with him was why he lost him.. not because [name] felt uncomfortable.. miles was sure [name] also liked boys.. but because miles didn’t know how to handle liking another boy.. and because he didn’t know how to handle the first boy he liked being with someone he wasn’t.. a woman.
he was in love with [name].. but he accepted this too late.
[name] was gone.
#miles morales x reader#miles morales#across the spider verse#spiderman x reader#pavitr x reader#miles x you#gwen stacy x reader#miles morales x y/n#male reader#miles morales x male reader#earth 1610 miles morales x reader#earth 1610 miles x reader#earth 1610 miles fluff#earth 1610 miles morales x you#earth 1610 miles morales fluff
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Okay so I swear I have a reasonable explanation for this (*coughs* no I don't)
I actually thought up this ship around the same time I drew that one 'pencil bois' art I posted last year but recently I rewatched some various DC cartoon episodes of Plas (and Creeps) and now Im huffing the delusional fumes again 😭😭
They're just... silly guys... being silly.... and gay... (My ship ramblings of how I imagine them to be under the cut)
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I see them as a slow burn romance where they start out as friends to best friends, and then Ryder realizes wow he has a crush on Plastic Man of all people and Creeper makes fun of him until he realizes he also has a crush on Plastic Man of all people LMAO and this all building from months of them hanging out both in patrols and just having movie nights or something XD
Ryder eventually accepts like damnit I guess I do like this weirdo so in the headspace he's basically constantly simping whenever they're around Plas. Creeps, having to be the one who's physically there, just internally makes fun of Ryder constantly because while he also likes Plas, he's not nearly as much of a sap about it LMAO There's probably some times where he gets sappy and flustered but they're few and far between compared to how Ryder is in their head.
On Plas' side, I imagine him to be extremely oblivious to how his best friend feels about him because: (a) Creeps actually doesn't really give any indication of it outside of the moments where he gets sappy and flustered, otherwise he just continues to be extremely... himself; and (b) He's also started to feel some sort of way (a very sappy way) towards his best friend and oh my god hahaha it would be so weird if he liked liked his best friend, the Creeper, and theres no way he'd like him back so anyways we're just bros being bros amirite (very much deep in denial city)
Their alter egos are still hidden from each other, so they have no idea who the other person is and I think only few people know who their real identities are (one of those people being Batman of course). Why? Because I think its more fun that way hehehe.... I have this subplot in my head of how Eel O' Brian and Jack Ryder keep bumping into each other at like normal places (like the grocers or the park) around Gotham until they get to the point of like 'its that guy again' LOL
Is it possibly OoC? Perhaps. Very likely, in fact. But, my creeps and plas are very much a mish mash of different iterations and full of my own headcanons anyways so they're basically just my dollies at this point LMAO If you read into the end, thank you so much. Im kind of obsessed with these guys XDD Feel free to get in my ask box if you have any questions LOL
#plastic man#the creeper#eel o'brian#jack ryder#patrick o’brian#dc#dc comics#drawn by me#fanart#doodles#plastic man x the creeper
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These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors.
While walking around town on a date with Prince Silvio, I saw a corner bustling with activity.
Silvio: "It's an event where you can enter a raffle based on the total amount you spend shopping."
Emma: "So that's what the ticket I got when I shopped earlier was for?"
Townsman: "The first prize is this one-of-a-kind gorgeous tea set!"
In the center of the crowd, a beautiful, delicately crafted, blue color tea set shone brightly.
(Wow, you can win that in the lottery!?)
Emma: "Prince Silvio, can I try?"
Silvio: "You look like you're having a lot of fun with this lottery. Go on."
Emma: "I'm going to win the first prize!"
I lined up at the back of the crowd, and after a few minutes of waiting, it was finally my turn.
Townsman: "You're next. Go ahead, draw one of these."
(Which one should I choose? This is making me nervous.)
I picked one of the tiny shells from the box offered to me.
Emma: "This one! What's the prize?"
Feeling anxious, I checked the underside of the shell and found the words "8th" written on it.
Townsman: "Ah, too bad! The 8th prize is a participation prize. Here, it's a discount coupon you can use in town."
Emma: "Thank you!"
After the drawing, I rushed over to him.
Emma: "It was a participation prize!"
Silvio: "Getting the first prize is not that easy, you know?"
Emma: "I thought I could win it since you're with me."
Silvio: "You've got a lot of guts to make me your lucky charm."
As a punishment, he roughly tousled my hair.
Silvio: "Do you want to draw again?"
Emma: "No, once is enough."
Silvio: "I thought you wanted it?"
Emma: "Of course I wanted it, but I'm more interested in the thrill of not knowing what I'm going to win."
Silvio: ".........."
Emma: "What's wrong?"
Silvio: "I just thought it was a typical thought from someone who is not materialistic."
Silvio: "Let's move on to the next store."
Emma: "Got it! Thanks for sticking with me."
Emma: "Then, let's go to..."
I spread out the map I had marked and returned to our date.
A few days later, he came to my room carrying something mysterious.
Emma: "What's that expensive-looking box?"
The excessively decorated box made it difficult to gauge its purpose just by looking at it.
Silvio: "It's a raffle. You drew it the other day, right?"
Silvio: "I thought maybe I could come up with some clever business idea using this. So go along with me."
I couldn't keep up with the sudden turn of events, but the last words reminded me of something.
(Did he make it because I mentioned I enjoy it?)
(But then again, nothing is impossible with this guy.)
I spoke up to cover up my smile.
Emma: "If that's the case, I'm happy to help!"
Seeing him smile with satisfaction made me happy, too.
Silvio: "Drawing alone would be boring, so I've also prepared some prizes."
Emma: "It's not something expensive, is it?"
Silvio: "Ha? It's not like that. You wouldn't accept it even if I prepared it for you."
Silvio: "It's something you're more likely to enjoy."
Emma: "What is it?"
Silvio: "Well... you know, things like roses, sweets... ah, something like that."
(He suddenly started slurring his words. And I feel like he's getting restless.)
(I guess I'll find out if I draw one.)
Silvio: "Tch, forget it! I changed my mind!"
Emma: "What? Why!?"
Emma: "You even prepared prizes, so at least let me draw once."
Silvio: "No. Let's do it next time."
(He's getting so agitated it's making me even more curious!)
(Is there something strange or unusual among the prizes?)
(But if he's not letting me draw even once for that reason, then perhaps the prizes aren't things in the first place.)
(Considering he knows I'm not materialistic, he'd probably choose...)
Emma: "Could it be that the prizes are somehow related to you?"
Emma: "Maybe a coupon to have a drink with you?"
Silvio: ".........."
Emma: "Or like words of love from you."
Silvio: "Hey, I said it's over already!"
(This mix of embarrassment and anger confirms it!)
Emma: "You really know what I want."
(He probably thought hard about it and made it while feeling embarrassed.)
Just the thought of it made me smile. I felt like I might even burst out laughing.
Emma: "Fufu, thank you."
I kissed his cheeks several times to express my joy and gratitude.
Silvio: "You always do things so suddenly..."
Emma: "Well, now that I know what's inside, I'll draw!"
Silvio: "When did you get the box!? Hey, give it back!"
Emma: "Nope!"
(There's no way I'd let go of it now that I know it's a box full of his love.)
I put my hand inside the box while evading Silvio.
Feeling more excited than any other previous time, I carefully selected a single seashell.
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I have been following your soc comic adaptation and it just so good!!! I love how you draw them!
I have just one question: Why did you not include Inej's opening musings about Kaz on the first page? (Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason etc) I actually really like how there is not text on the first two pages, it's really atmospheric and moody so this really is not a criticism, I don't want to insult you. I guess I was just wondering what the thought process behind that was?
Oh, I've been wanting to talk about this for a while! Buckle up, this is gonna be one of my long comic rants. (Also, no offense taken at all! Anyone's welcome to question my artistic choices and I'm always happy to take critique, even though that isn't your intention.)
So, the thing is I actually planned on including that first paragraph into the comic! Here's when I first shared the thumbnails on here. Just for the sake of this post, I'll insert them here too.
The boxes are meant to be where excerpts of that introduction would go. When I was creating the thumbnails, I was thinking about how iconic these lines were and how well they introduce the world and characters. I even finished the pages with the intention to include those lines. This is from my original csp file.
When I lettered it all out, I felt like something wasn't right...? Hard to explain. I wanted silence for the opening and the narration took that away. I then thought about the reader who'd go into this without reading the novel first, wondering if they'd be thinking, Who's this Kaz Brekker guy? Is it this character on the page? It's clearer in the book, but I didn't think it paired well with what I drew. I didn't want any confusion. It's also Inej's chapter, and while Kaz's parts take up most of it, I still wanted it to feel like her POV and her story. We can hold off officially meeting Kaz until page four.
But the main reason I took it out comes down to my philosophy when it comes to comic adaptations. I believe that an adaptation should use the original story in the best way for the secondary medium. A comic adaptation should play to the strength of comics, not the original source material.
Time and time again, I see a lot of comic adaptations of books try to use a book's strength instead of a comic's. When that happens, you get pages upon pages of narration boxes and exposition that could've easily been told in a single panel's image. If you want to read excerpts from the original novel, go do that! They're beautiful and well-crafted and you should be reading the original anyway! If you're making a comic adaptation, make a comic, not an illustrated version of the novel (that's a whole field of its own).
This whole thing really ties well into what I'm doing for Chapter 3. Kaz is such an internal character, his chapters have a lot more exposition that isn't setting description or character actions. I've had to do a lot more of my own writing for this chapter than the last just to turn that exposition into his own voice as an internal monologue. Sometimes, it's just a change from "he" to "I," but there are other times I've had to write new dialogue and find ways to naturally flow between thoughts. If I didn't do the work to adapt the expository text and instead just put in narration boxes of text from the book, there would be a greater disconnect between the reader and Kaz. Third-person limited works great in books and doesn't separate the readers from the story, but in comics, first-person internal dialogue keeps the readers inside the scene better.
If I were to redo Chapter 2, I think I would try to find a way to incorporate the information from the chapter intro better. I think by losing the intro I initially planned to include, I didn't establish certain ideas very well. Ketterdam and Kerch are established later on pages 4 and 5, but I don't think I ever go back and mention The Barrel. Also, the idea that Kaz is deliberate, even if his reputation says otherwise, is important too. I've made sure to fix this kind of issue in Chapter 3 and keep record of what kind of information I'm losing as I adapt it.
#comic rant over!#thanks for the ask I really love talking about this stuff#soc comic adaptation#asks#comics talk
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Trafalgar D. Law NSFW Alphabet
Black Fem Reader in Mind
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Law is a clean guy, he would prefer to take a bath/shower almost immediately after sex and then cuddle because he hates to sit in fluids for too long, but some nights he does get a bit rougher with you so a few back rubs and soft kisses for a moment before he bathes you. He always ask “Was I okay?” , “Did I go too hard?”, “I didn’t hurt you did I?” It’s very sweet seeing how soft he gets after sex.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Just like Sanji he loves his hands, he is aware of the use they have and he actually likes how much you love them too
He is a sucker for thighs, he doesn’t know what it is but the way they shake when you walk, run, or even from being under him he can’t help but subtly bite his lip smirking
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Once again. Very clean guy and he practices safe sex almost always unless you pretty much BEG for him to make a mess inside you. He came on your face once and he will never admit it but it was one of the hottest things he has ever seen.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants you to play with yourself as he works/study in his office. You came in to bother him, but he kept ignoring you. Eventually you said, “Fine. I’ll just lay on your couch and fuck myself then.” He never turned around so quickly after hearing you fake moan. He is embarrassed to even think about the possibility of you even trying it and more embarrassed that he hopes you do. Law obviously doesn’t know how to approach you about the situation so sometimes he tries to “trick” you into doing it by saying “Then go ahead and do it.” But you never do
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Okay so I do believe Law has had sex at least once, but it had to have been with someone he was close to. He isn’t really a one night stand kinda guy. But he is also a doctor and he has read about how to please a woman, G-spots, etc, so even if he was a virgin you probably wouldn’t have guessed
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Side ways sex is a personal favorite, he swears he feels more of you. He loves when you look back at him to tongue kiss him, his tatted hand grips your thighs as he thrust up into you. It’s usually initiated when you’re laying on your side and he slides behind you and starts kissing your ear.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He takes sex pretty serious. It’s not like you can’t goof off with him but it’s purely on accident sometimes. It’s usually you who initiates the goofy side during foreplay and he makes a snarky remark back but once you both start going at it it’s no more joking purely romantic.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He has a happy trail and it’s actually pretty well trimmed and very attractive for some reason. You see it peak when he stretches and his shirt lifts.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
If you ask he can be very romantic, he is still very stoic, but behind that attitude he is a blushing mess hoping you enjoy the roses he gives you and the candles around the bubble bath he drew for you. He’ll hold you in the bath while you play with his fingers. Law will kiss your forehead and knuckles silently appreciating you as you talk your head off to him that’ll eventually lead to tub sex
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Not a lot actually. If you’re not around or if he doesn’t want to bother you he will take a shower and do one. Either than that he didn’t do it much before or after getting with you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
BDSM: If you want, he really wants to tie you down, seeing you squirm and not have much control like pushing his head back or moving away really is something he thinks about doing to you when you act like a brat sometimes. He is even willing to let you tie his wrist ONCE ever BLUE MOON though.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Does not EVER want to get caught. Either the bedroom, bathroom, or no where. The thought alone makes him cringe.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
It’s so hard to tell with this man, because it depends on his mood. But so far what always gets him to crack just a little no matter how stressed he is is when you walk around in his shirt and nothing else. When he is sitting at his desk and you walk in to sit beside him. He will glance at your thighs, contemplating on touching them, he always ends up doing so, but if he takes too long to decide you can take his hand and do it for him. Works like a charm.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn’t like being teased around a lot of people, it’s okay if you do it where he knows nobody can see or hear what you said but he has a strict not getting seen rule so if you break it he gets mad. Like not in a “Oh imma get you back for it later” more in a “Do not fucking do that again” and doesn’t talk to you for a week type of mad.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Fingers and tongue works magic man. He doesn’t mind eating you out, but he never offers it. You however. Are his little toy. Law will work your mouth and throat OUT if you’re not careful. Face fucking is something he loves doing as well.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and deep strokes are his thing. Not even in a sensual way but in a way where he wants you to feel every vein, ridge and curve he has. Each time he snaps his hips into you he looks at your face and he how knocks the wind out of you each time. He usually does that when he is holding your ankles to his chest
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Can love with or without ‘em. He has done it a few times before leaving the ship or when everybody was distracted and you were needy, but he doesn’t mind waiting for actual sex
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
The most he will experiment is with toys and probably roleplay . you have offered a doctor patient roleplay idea to him and it was a big turn on so probably like once a month or so you both do a “Routine Check Up”
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
From Foreplay until you both finish it last about 30 minutes. He knows where your G-Spot is EXACTLY so foreplay never lasts too long. If you both were riled up from events that day it may last an hour with small breaks in between
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
As for now a vibrator and handcuffs. He likes using them both on you at the same time.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You stress this man out like Luffy so of course he gets his revenge and uses his own DF to tease you across the room. Some days though he’ll make you wear vibrating panties with a remote just to really torture you. Sometimes you’ll look over at him, knees buckling and he will smirk and wink back before walking away
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Groaner, but only in your ear. The only way to get a lot of noise out of him is If you’re riding him. He just can’t take your body on top of him and starts to curse and moan your name slightly trying to fight from cumming too fast.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He can speak fluent Spanish and knows ASL. He taught you some ASL words so you both can communicate from afar. It’s really attractive.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Another grower not a shower: 4 on soft and 6 half on hard. It’s slightly thicker than usual with two veins on the side. Otis not the prettiest, but it does it’s job.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Was never high to begin with but it rose a bit when he got with you. On a non busy week you guys have sex about 2-3 times a week, but on a regular week probably once with a quickie or two depending how much time you guys have.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After a bath and clean sheets he holds you very similar to how he holds Bepo. Law doesn’t fall asleep quite easily but he still holds you from the back with his head buried in your hair/neck. His eyes are closed but if you’re talking to him he responds.
#law scenarios#law headcanons#trafalgar d law x reader#law x reader#law x female reader#law x you#law smut#law one piece#one piece x female reader#one piece x black!reader#one piece headcanons#one piece#black reader#one piece smut
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Heyy! I have a Once-ler x female reader scenario:
So basically Once-ler and reader are best friends since childhood, always were together and inseparable and stuff. One day reader and her family move away and well that makes Once-ler sad and doesn't see reader for a long time.
Now Once-ler being an adult and been living in the forest for a while now. He decides to go into town for..idk whatever reason (maybe going for a walk, going shopping, etc.) He bumps into a girl who looks very familiar to him and well of course the results to be the reader and its a whole emotional reunion. The end
I know this is a very specific scenario and it's understandable if you don't want to write it. I just think it would be fun and interesting seeing you write this. You can even add stuff or change if you want.
Have a nice day :)
TIMELESS REUNION .
; pairing ; onceler x reader
; note ; aww this is so sweet
; warnings ; none
onceler wandered through the town. it had been days since he set foot in a place like this, preferring the solitude of his forest life. but today, something drew him back to the hustle and bustle of civilization.
as he strolled through the crowded streets, memories from his past flitted through his mind. memories of a time when he wasn't alone, when laughter echoed through the air, and the world seemed brighter. his thoughts inevitably turned to a girl, a girl who had been his best friend since childhood.
he shook his head, trying to dispel the melancholy thoughts. the past was the past, and he had learned to embrace it. yet, as fate would have it, he collided with someone in the middle of the busy street.
"watch where you're going, big guy," a voice chided, and onceler looked down to see a familiar face.
his eyes widened as recognition set in. it couldn't be… could it?
"y/n?" he whispered, his voice barely audible above the city's noise.
the girl blinked, looking up at the towering figure before her. a moment of silence hung in the air, the weight of unspoken words echoing between them.
onceler couldn't contain the surge of emotions as he engulfed you in a tight hug. "it's you," he murmured, almost disbelieving.
you returned the hug, a mixture of surprise and joy evident in her expression. "onceler? is it really you?"
he pulled away slightly, holding you at arm's length to take in the changes. you really had grown, a far cry from the little girl he remembered.
"i can't believe it's you," you said, a tear escaping the corner of her eye. "i never thought i'd see you again."
onceler chuckled, wiping away the tear gently. "i guess fate had other plans for us."
the reunion between you two continued as you roamed the town, catching up on the years you spent apart. it was as if time had folded back on itself, and you were once again carefree children, sharing secrets and dreams.
"so, what have you been up to?" you asked, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"oh, you know, living in a forest, workin' on my business," he replied with a grin, his tone playfully exaggerated.
you chuckled. "the same old onceler. always with the big dreams."
"well, you know me," he said, nudging you playfully. "can't resist dreaming big."
you found a park bench and settled down, surrounded by the sounds of the city. onceler couldn't shake the feeling that this was a precious moment, a chance to relive the essence of your friendship.
as you talked about their present lives, dreams, and even mundane things, the emotional weight of your separation lifted. the years melted away, leaving you with the unfiltered joy of being in each other's company once more.
the afternoon sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the town. you and onceler remained on that bench, surrounded by the shared laughter and memories of a friendship that had stood the test of time.
as the day drew to a close, you walked through the town once more, relishing the comfort of each other's presence.
and as you said your goodbyes, promising to keep in touch this time, onceler couldn't help but feel grateful for the serendipity that had brought you back into his life.
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Out of the Loop (Preview #2)
⏪ Preview #1 | FULL RELEASE NOV. 10TH
summary: eddie went home with someone after prom, and gareth is determined to figure out who it was.
pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader
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warnings: language, new relationship, eddie's girlfriend is gareth's arch nemesis, silly childhood rivalries, eddie being happy and stupidly in love, jason being an overprotective ass, chrissy being an adorable little cupcake, the reader is chrissy's best friend, the unnamed freak is named grant in this series
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Now Gareth, his resolve reignited and burning brighter than ever, was prowling the senior locker area with his suspect list in hand.
Let them keep their secrets, he thought. I don’t need their help. A lot of help they would’ve been, anyway. Yeah, I can solve this mystery all on my own.
And he would.
Gareth was a fantastic investigator, you see. He could win a game of Guess Who? in less than five turns and had a lifetime record of fifty-three wins and only fifteen losses (such losses were unavoidable when you drew an easily guessable character like Anita. Ugh, Anita… with those rosy cheeks and annoying blonde pigtails. His little sister beat him in only two moves after that unlucky draw). Now Gareth would apply those same deductive reasoning skills to this. Ask careful, complex questions. Gather information. Cross those ladies off one by one.
There was only one problem: the girls at Hawkins High weren’t exactly forthcoming about their personal lives, especially when it involved Eddie Munson. In fact, most girls denied ever having spoken to the guy.
Claire Dunnock, the most recent inductee into the popular clique, was being especially difficult.
Her blue eyes shifted back and forth anxiously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, and then leaned forward to make sure none of her new friends were eavesdropping. Claire had to be very careful. One misstep and she would slide all the way back down the social ladder. She couldn’t afford to let that happen.
Gareth sensed her unease. “Hey, relax,” he told her, “I’m not here to ruin your reputation, okay? This conversation stays between us. You have my word.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Claire said. “I wouldn’t be caught dead with that freak.”
“Hey, that freak is my best friend,” Gareth said. “And you and I both know that’s not true, Claire. I saw you get into his van that one—”
Claire seized him by the arm and hissed, “Shut up!” Her eyes blazed with fearful, self-protective rage. “Look, that was a year ago, okay? I was a stupid junior who didn’t know any better. Eddie and I had a class together. I guess I got a little curious, but that’s it. We hung out once and I never spoke to him again.” Loosening her grip, she said, “Besides, he was nothing but a big disappointment, anyway.”
Anger flared in Gareth’s chest. “All right, that's it. I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you slander my friend.”
“It’s not slander if it’s true,” Claire said.
Gareth didn’t know how to respond to that.
His jaw clenched in irritation. “Look, just answer my question, okay? Did you go home with Eddie after prom or not?”
“Of course not,” Claire answered, practically cackling at the thought.
(Why were high school girls so needlessly cruel?)
“I went to prom with my boyfriend. I was with him all night. Ask anyone.” Claire swung her locker door closed, put her hand on her hip, and raised her eyebrows impatiently. “Are we done now?” She walked off to join the rest of her friends.
Gareth glared at her back, his insides boiling with indignation and righteous fury.
You got curious and Eddie got his heart broken. Again.
He crossed out Claire’s name with his pen.
Two suspects down. Eight more to go.
He tucked his pen behind his ear, turned, and suddenly the hallway froze over! Okay, that didn’t actually happen, but a bitter wind did blow. Gareth felt it on his face as soon as he saw you step out from around the corner.
Coincidence?
Doubtful.
You were wearing blue jeans and a Fleetwood Mac shirt. Yeah, you would like Fleetwood Mac, Gareth thought, scoffing. As usual, you were walking side by side with Chrissy Cunningham, your best friend since elementary school. She was smiling and laughing at one of your jokes. Laughing out of politeness, probably. Why you two were friends, Gareth would never know. Chrissy was sweet like cotton candy and you were so… so…
(evil, pure evil)
rotten to the core, like moldy fruit.
“I swear,” you said with a groan, “it’ll be weeks before your mom lets me into the house again. God, she’s such a prude. How was I supposed to know she was gonna invite the whole family over for Sunday brunch? At least I was dressed up for the occasion.”
Chrissy looked at you in baffled amusement. “You were still wearing your prom dress.”
“And it was a very nice prom dress. Your grandma even complimented it. She said it made me look like Madonna.” You weren’t too thrilled about that comparison, but who were you to pass up a free compliment? “Now your mom, on the other hand… man, if looks could kill… I probably would’ve choked on one of those blueberry scones she was serving, which were a tad overbaked if I’m being honest.”
Chrissy went to her locker and fiddled with the padlock for a second before opening it. You stood patiently beside her, the wall clock barely within view.
It was a quarter past eight, you noted with a frown. Was Eddie here already or…?
While hanging up her backpack, Chrissy said, “Yeah, she definitely had some colorful words to describe you last night.”
You turned your attention back to her. “Your mom called me a slut, didn’t she?”
Chrissy didn’t answer at first. She was busy unloading her homework. While she was doing that, one of her fellow cheerleaders snuck up behind her, tapped her on the shoulder, and gave a cheerful, heartfelt hello. Chrissy hugged her and asked how her weekend was. The two chatted casually for a minute and then the girl went on her way. Never so much as glanced at you.
“Umm, I believe she used the word harlot,” Chrissy said to you afterward.
“Oh, she got biblical, huh?” Great, you thought, as if that woman didn’t despise you enough already. “You know, I don’t understand your mom. First I’m too fat to be your friend. Now I’m too much of a slut. That lady needs to pick a lane and stay in it… and then drive herself right off a cliff.”
Chrissy threw you a friendly glare.
“Just kidding,” you said. “You know I love your mom. She keeps me grounded. Without her, I might develop a healthy self-esteem, and we all know how dangerous that is. Yeah, that might lead to confidence and success… perhaps even lifelong happiness.”
Ignoring you (or pretending to), Chrissy started digging through her backpack again. “Dammit,” she said under her breath, “I think I left my pencil case at home.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jason has a pencil for you.” You smiled inwardly—a willful, wicked smile. “Then again…”
Chrissy pushed her locker closed, grabbed both your hands, backed you up against the lockers, and brought her face really close to yours. “Shut up,” she whispered in half-hearted anger, a rosy blush blooming on the apples of her cheeks.
You took one look at her and busted out laughing. Chrissy started laughing, too.
“I hate you so much,” she said, and released you.
“I know,” you replied affectionately. “But see, this is why the whole situation with your mom is so funny to me. I’m the one who’s still a virgin here, yet somehow it’s me who gets labeled the…”
You spotted a familiar face down the hall.
“Gareth?” You leaned toward him, squinting. “What are you doing in the senior locker area?”
The sound of your voice made him flinch. “Nothing,” he said, acting strangely defensive for some reason.
That’s when you noticed the piece of paper in his hand. You gestured toward it with your chin and said, “What’s that you got there? Is that a love letter? You finally asking someone out on a date? Will you go out with me? Check yes or no. Who’s the lucky lady? Wait, aren’t you a little young to be dating?”
Gareth hid the paper behind his back and glared at you. “We’re the same age.”
“And yet I’m a senior and you’re a junior. Hmm, how did that happen?” You tipped your head and smiled at him. “You’ve got company, by the way.”
“Huh?” Gareth stepped back and—
A hand landed on his shoulder, closed around his flannel shirt, and spun him around. Gareth jumped back, swallowing a scream. He was now standing nose to chest with Ben Jabruski, outside linebacker and two-time defensive player of the year. Eric Kordell stood beside him, smaller but no less intimidating. His brown eyes gleamed with feral, territorial aggression.
“Get outta here, freak,” Eric said.
Gareth squared up to him, unafraid. “Last time I checked this was a free country.” He wrenched his shirt out of Ben’s grip, careful not to tear his favorite flannel. It was a Christmas gift from his mother.
While he was distracted, Eric reached out and ripped the paper out of Gareth’s hand.
“Hey, give that back!”
“What’s this?” Eric asked. He opened the paper and studied it for a minute. His expression went from amused to curious to downright furious. He crushed the list in his fist. “Why’s my girlfriend on here?”
“Oh…” Panic shot up Gareth’s spine. He took a step back and let loose a nervous chuckle. “Oh… you must be Claire’s boyfriend. You know, I heard you two had a lovely time at prom.”
He turned on his heel and took off running down the hallway.
“Bye, Gareth!” you said, fluttering your fingers as he passed. Then you looked back at Chrissy with a smile. “God, I love that kid…”
You went to your locker after that, ignoring all the busy little voices, the occasional odd glance and stifled giggle you received from the other students. Chrissy followed with her first-period textbook cradled in her arms.
“Just ignore them,” she told you.
“I already am,” you said.
At the end of the hallway, you spotted Chance Gallagher standing in front of his open locker, wearing the same green letterman jacket that he wore when he asked you to prom six weeks ago. Chance closed his locker and caught your eye for a moment. Then he gave you a small, apologetic smile.
What was he apologizing for? For asking you to prom, getting your hopes up, and then humiliating you in front of the entire senior class? You weren’t sorry he did it. In fact, you were glad he did it. Yeah, you wanted to go up to him, shake his hand, and thank him for being such a spineless little worm. If he were a decent guy, your night might have gone differently, and you were quite pleased with how your night went. So thank you, Chance. Thank you for being a complete scumbag. Maybe I should write him a thank-you note.
Smiling, you turned back around. As you did, you stole another quick glance at the clock on the wall.
Eight-nineteen…
You sighed.
… and now eight-twenty.
“He’s running late, huh?” Chrissy said. You looked her way and she flashed you a sweet, teasing smile. “I know you’re waiting for him.”
A small flush of heat tickled your cheeks, threatening to set your whole face on fire. Resisting it, you grabbed your padlock and started furiously spinning the dial: three turns to the right, one full turn to the left, another quick turn to the right, and
“Are you nervous about seeing him?”
you missed the last number and had to start all over again.
“Kind of,” you admitted shyly. “Is that weird?”
Chrissy shook her head, her smile growing brighter and brighter. “Nope, it’s totally normal and absolutely adorable.” Giggling, she hugged her book tightly to her chest. If her hands were free, she probably would have hugged you instead. “I’m so happy for you. I really, really am. I swear, I feel like my heart’s about to burst right now.”
“Well, you should probably see a doctor about that.”
Chrissy stuck her tongue out at you. You did it right back, popped off your lock, and pulled on the handle. The locker door swung outward, squeaking on its hinges, and almost smacked Chrissy in the face. “Hey!” she said, laughing. She stepped back, skipped around you, and planted herself comfortably on your left side.
“So did you see him last night?” she asked, practically beaming.
“Nope.” You slipped off your backpack and hung it on the hook.
Chrissy squinted at you suspiciously. “Why do I feel like you’re lying right now?”
“I’m not lying,” you told her, only to be betrayed by your blushing face. “I didn’t see him last night… technically it was this morning.”
Twelve-o-two, to be exact. That’s when you saw the headlights flashing through your bedroom window blinds.
“Oh my god,” Chrissy said.
“What? He just stopped by to say goodnight.” You smiled softly to yourself. “It was kind of romantic, actually.”
“Uh-huh,” Chrissy said, laughing at you. “And how long did you two say goodnight?”
“Only for an hour… and a half.”
It was raining last night. You couldn’t invite Eddie into the house, so you two hung out in his van for a while. A very long while. W.A.S.P. was playing on the stereo. Eddie had found the cassette tape while cleaning out his van that afternoon. He was very proud of this accomplishment. It was adorable. He had you listen to a few of his favorite songs, asked you about your day, told you about his, and during “Cries In the Night,” he leaned over the center console and kissed you. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. The last thing you remembered was the horn blaring. You had accidentally pressed it with your elbow.
“Oh my god,” Chrissy said.
“Stop saying, ‘Oh my god.’ You sound like my mom.”
She had said the exact same thing after confronting you about it in the kitchen this morning. Turns out, the car horn had woken her up. Then she caught you creeping back inside through the front door. It was an awkward breakfast, to say the least.
“That’s how it starts, you know,” Chrissy said. “Late-night visits. Long, drawn-out goodbyes. You two are gonna be inseparable this summer.” She breathed a long, lovesick sigh. “Jason and I used to be like that.”
“You’re still like that.”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling.
“Speaking of…” You saw Jason Carver coming down the hallway, his pants ironed and creased, white collared shirt tucked in, a brand new Rolex glinting on his left wrist (an early graduation present from his father, apparently). He looked like a Ralph Lauren catalog model. “Is it weird that I’m picturing him naked right now?”
Chrissy hid her face in embarrassment. “I swear to God, if you say anything…”
“What am I gonna say to him? ‘Thank you for deflowering my best friend’? ‘I heard your penis is rather pleasing’? I don’t wanna talk to him about that. I don’t even wanna think about that.”
Prior to this weekend, you couldn’t even imagine Jason Carver having genitals. You always figured he was like a Ken doll down there. Nothing but smooth plastic.
Chrissy looked at you, mortified. “Why do I tell you anything?”
“I have no idea,” you said. Then you checked the clock again.
Eight twenty-three.
Where the hell was Eddie?
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A Rough Transcript of James Somerton's new video
For those who don't want to watch it, I grabbed the auto-transcript of the video, and then honestly spent way to long cleaning it up. There are a few editor notes that are just attempts at clarity, and punctuation and line breaks added as best I could guess them. Here it is:
"uh just a disclosure this video is monetized but revenue from it will be sent along to H bomber guy's team to be dispersed to the people whose work I plagarized.
uh if his team won't accept it I'll be making monthly donations to Wikipedia and trans Lifeline going forward.
uh you may have also noticed that a few of my past videos have gone up on the channel again and revenue from those as well will also be sent, along with the revenue from this video.
over the last couple of months I've been getting in touch with the people who I plagiarized to apologize one-on-one instead of a mass apology.
it's a bit difficult because many of them don't have public email addresses so I'm still working on it but it is a top priority
of mine.
I've heard back from a few of them and they were actually incredibly nice, um accepting my apology and just imploring me to do better in the future, so I want to thank them publicly for that.
there's plenty that I haven't heard back from and I completely understand that in many cases.
uh I wouldn't want to talk to me either.
I also want to apologize to my audience.
though you trusted me to be a good representative of the queer community and I was not that, I tried to be, I tried to be a voice for every member of the queer Community but that was a failed Endeavor before it even started.
I'm a CIS white gay man no matter how much I try to be a good spokesperson I can never really truly understand the life experiences of other far more put upon members of the queer Community.
this is one of the reasons that I would use the their own words but I should have made it very clear that that's what I was doing.
I never, ever thought that I was the only voice out there as some have said but being a CIS white man I thought I might be able to win over some people who wouldn't otherwise listen unless it was someone who looks and sounds just like them, and so I tried speaking for everyone and this was a horrible mistake.
what I thought was being inclusive ended up leading to a lot of people feeling left out and even offended.
this fell upon Nick as well as a non-binary person on the ace spectrum.
they wanted to include asexuality and non-binary representation in our videos but because Nick's experience is not Universal, there is no Universal experience, people felt that we were dealing legitimizing (editor: likely de-legitimizing) their own experiences because we focused on Nicks.
and I apologize for that and I'm sure that Nick does as well.
um I'd also like to extend a personal apology to Jesse Earl, better known as Jesse gender.
out of everyone that I spoke to who was also a YouTuber Jesse was by far the kindest person.
I think Jesse might be one of the kindest people I've ever met or ever encountered.
we never actually met in person because of my hot headedness.
I drew her into just this anger spiral of mine that was unwarranted and absolutely ruined a possible friendship.
Jesse was actually doing her best to kind of mitigate my frustration and and everything and and
uh at that moment and I just wasn't allowing her to do that and I really truly honestly want to apologize to her for that again.
if if you ever get the chance to speak with Jesse one-on-one or if you have gotten the chance you'll know just how nice she is and how kind and I was a
a real, for uh dragging her into my reactionary unwarranted frustration.
we, obviously, we haven't spoke since all of that happened um but Jesse if you are watching this video um I do want you to know that I am
honestly sorry for that.
I hope truly, honestly I hope everything goes as well as possible for you because you deserve all of it.
there was a misunderstanding between Jesse and I.
um after that happened, that I do want to clear up where someone who at least claimed to be a fan of Jesse's, you know did an internet and threatened to kill me.
which is, you know, being a person on the internet death threats are unfortunately not uncommon.
at the time though, uh I was in a very panicked State, and so I did report it to the police.
I did not report Jesse to the police which is the misunderstanding that people um came away with.
I did not report Jesse to the police.
I would have no reason to do that, and it did end up that this person had a prior record with the police um of
violent acts and they actually lived quite near me, um so the police took it very seriously.
they took it so seriously that they implored me not to speak to, to Jesse.
which I took their advice on which I shouldn't have honestly I should have at least clarified to Jesse what was going on and not just left her hanging.
and so I want to again apologize to Jesse for that but in that state I listen to the police.
which is, you know, maybe not the best decision all the time because the cops don't usually have the best interests of people at heart.
so Jesse I want to apologize for that and everything else that happened.
completely understand why you would not want to speak to me ever again but I just want you to know that I am sorry.
but now back on the original topic.
the work Nick and I were doing on the channel.
we wanted it to be you know for everyone.
we wanted it to be a channel where every queer person could feel welcomed and we failed at that.
that is something that in hindsight I think is impossible to create and that's why it's important for there to be many different queer voices in spaces like YouTube.
and there are, what's more important is that those voices are discoverable which is something that I should have been helping with.
I often shared other queer creators on Twitter but this was when I only had you know 800 a th000 (editor: a thousand?) Twitter followers and these creators usually had a whole lot more than that.
it was a weird thing because usually they would have infinitely more Twitter followers but a whole lot less YouTube
subscribers.
I'm not sure what created that dichotomy but something was definitely off with the algorithm there.
there is a part of my brain that says YouTube kind of went oh you know white male queer let's push him and you know ignore everyone else in the community.
whereas people were able to actually discover uh other queer creators on Twitter and then make their way to YouTube, but the YouTube algorithm, kind of, that's the most negative interpretation I have of it.
which unfortunately may be true.
uh in any case I should have done more to share the voices of other queer people, certainly the people whose works I used both credited and plagiarized in my videos, but also just other creators on YouTube.
it's important for us as a community as vaguely defined as we are to support each other and I didn't do that nearly enough from day one.
I was very taken in by the idea of being a YouTuber.
as soon as my videos started to get recommended by the algorithm, after not releasing a new video for like two years I felt like I had a short period of time to get the next videos out as soon as possible.
which is why so little work was put into the writing of them and so much was taken from other places, plagiarized early on.
I thought crediting authors in the opening credits alone was enough, especially since the videos weren't monetized early on, but I understand now especially after speaking with some of the people who were, who I did plagiarize that that was just, I was wrong.
that was not the way to go about it, they should have been cited properly within the text of the video video, they should have been called out in the video at least once verbally as well as you know having citations on screen.
if there were a whole lot of them, like with you know one of the examples that H bomber guy used in his video was the Deep Cuts video there were a whole lot of people who I, you know, credited in the opening credits but really it's plagiarism, they should have been cited on screen with actual citations of, you know, links where you can find this stuff.
maybe there should have even been a bibliography that you could have gone to like on a Google drive or something like that.
because you know although I might have stated that the scripts were based upon the work of these authors it in many cases wasn't just based on their work it was their work word for word.
in some cases I did get permission like with the Evil Queen's Disney video.
I'll put the email up on the screen that I got from Sean Griffin, um where he did give me permission to publish the video.
I sent the finished video to him and he watched it and he gave me permission, but in most cases I didn't get permission and thought that just putting the author's name in the opening credits was enough.
I was much more interested in the production of the videos than the writing of them at this point so after three or four videos I brought Nick on as a main writer for the channel.
the idea is that they would write the vast majority of the scripts.
I would film, voice and edit the videos and we'd split the money that came in.
we were roommates at the time and Nick didn't have a job, so I figured it would help both of us.
this is actually when we had some of our biggest videos, uh like the ones talking about Wiccan and hulkling, where we lucked out because it came out right in time for Wan division (Editor: Wandavision?) to hit and then the killing stalking video which became our biggest video by far.
uh the sadism of class was another one.
these videos weren't plagiarized and we loved making them.
uh it didn't take long for the channel income to start growing.
lucky timing really because this was around the same time that I was laid off since the company that I was working for, downsized once Co hit its second year.
Nick and I had both grown up poor, so we started doing what we could to try and stabilize our income as much as possible.
this meant putting out more videos which meant I had to take over more of the writing duties, but since filming, editing, usually doing multiple edits because of YouTube copyright issues, as well as managing the channel and dealing with my mom's recent cancer diagnosis, all of that was already taking up so much of my time and attention.
this led to a lot of copy and pasting blocks of text into scripts.
my intention at the time was to use these as a jumping off point once Nick and I sat down to edit the script, because that's what we would do.
I would sort of put in my parts, Nick would put in his parts and then we would sit down at a table read through the whole script and kind of try and make it seem cohesive.
but, and here's something I'm sure a lot of people will call a excuse, I have memory issues because of a head injury from when I was a child.
uh they're actually getting worse.
I've talked about it on streams and in videos, so yes it is real, but some people will call it a excuse.
Anyway the head injury is actually what led to me having epilepsy, which is why I can't work in any job that involves physical labor.
employers can't get insurance for me to, like lift things or operate vehicles and stuff like that.
I actually did marketing for a restaurant group for a little while but got let go when they found out that I was epileptic because, at least according to them, I couldn't be insured to be in the kitchens where I needed to be to film videos and take photos and stuff like that.
but anyway, when it came to editing the scripts I couldn't remember what I'd written and what had been copy pasted.
we should have just chucked out everything that I had put into the script and filled them in with wholly original thoughts or I should have been taking notes on where things came from so that we could at least site them in the video if nothing else, but I never did that.
according to my therapist, my not thinking to do that probably stems from my recently diagnosed ADHD, but I don't know if I'm willing to say that really.
maybe it was or maybe it was just plain laziness.
maybe I thought that this was somewhere that I could cut a corner because I was torn in so many other directions.
honestly I can't remember, like I said memory issues.
but yes we should have just thrown out my contributions to the scripts and filled them in with original writing but we felt like we had too much of a time crunch.
we felt like we had to get videos out more often to feed the algorithm, and then my mom died and I became completely useless.
I couldn't think straight at all so Nick had to completely take over writing duties while I dealt with things you deal with after a person dies.
my dad you see he can't read or write uh he was very po poor when he was a kid so he had to leave school really young to work in order to feed his many brothers and sisters.
so I had to deal with all the legal stuff after my mom died as well as making sure that all my dad's bills were paid and whatnot, especially after his income was basically cut in half.
there was supposed to be a buffer here Money Wise as my mom had a life insurance policy that was going to be split between my dad and myself, but the insurance company, RBC Insurance so if you have insurance with them maybe
rethink that, uh refuse to pay out the policy because my mother never mentioned that she had family with diabetes.
she didn't have diabetes but because she didn't think to mention that she had family with diabetes it apparently voided the policy.
all they did was refund a Year's worth of premiums that she'd paid even though she'd been paying them for about 15 years.
one of the things, the main thing really that I was supposed to do with my portion of the insurance money was, I was supposed to make a movie.
these were direct instructions from my mom herself.
she'd been very much behind me when I decided, when I was about 10, that I wanted to be a filmmaker and she wanted me to finally have the opportunity to do that even if she never got to see it.
so when the life insurance went bust I decided to try and crowdfund it.
at least enough to make a short film or two this is what teos (Editor: Telos) grew out of.
so what happened with Telos, let me break down the timeline.
when we launched the campaign in February of 2022 we hoped to raise $3,000 to produce a short film that we hoped that we would then use as a sort of proof of concept to attract investors, either private public or through Canada's telefilm program, to produce a feature.
some people online have stated that $3,000 never would have covered the cost of a short film but these were not going to be unionized movies and we were very clear about that upfront.
we wanted to be able to pay actors as best that we could but we never expected to be able to reach typical union wages.
the crew was going to be made up of people that I had gone to film school with.
everyone, including Nick and myself we were roommates at the time, living on the East Coast were more than happy to work behind the scenes for free.
we planned on writing a movie with a small cast and only one or two locations, ideally ones that we could get access to for free.
again we assumed all the money would go to the actors.
uh we kind of looked at this is a sort of Community Theater troop but for film making.
after the campaign launched it did infinitely better than we could have expected and our Ambitions grew.
we started planning to make a feature instead of a short film and the plan was to take this around to, uh film festivals.
the feature we settled on, entitled final girl, was about the Lone Survivor of a slasher movie type Massacre 10 years after the fact, as she was publishing a book about her ordeal, drawing attention from people online convinced that she had actually been the killer all along.
in the end we would find out that the killer was the boyfriend of the girl who the main character had secretly been dating at the time of the killings and most of the people he killed were, in his eyes, collateral damage as he made his way to our main character, because he was not happy that his girlfriend was cheating on him with a girl.
and to those who say that I plagiarized the plot from the novel Final Girl Support Group by Grady hris (Editor: Hendrix), read the book.
it's nothing like the plot of the movie and the final girl is a Trope in horror movies, so if using the Final Girl trope is plagiarism then basically everyone who's made a slasher movie since Texas Chainsaw Massacre owes the Toby Hooper Estates some money.
but anyway Nick and I planned out the movie, but I didn't want to start writing it until the campaign ended and the money was actually deposited.
uh after the insurance debacle I didn't want to count our chickens before they hatched.
when the money was officially deposited I immediately began work on the screenplay.
I finished it that summer.
soon after Nick had left to spend two months at home in Ottawa, Ontario with family.
I sent the script to him to read right away because I was proud very proud of it but Nick didn't want to share his opinion on it until he got back to the east coast so in the meantime I put out a preliminary casting call on local job boards.
when Nick got back, uh he believed that the script needed a page one rework.
this is also when he told me that he'd be moving back to Ontario permanently soon, as he wanted to live closer to family and live in a bigger city with more opportunities.
this was a punch to the gut for me.
we' been living together since 2015 and had become quite dependent on each other.
I felt like there was no way that I could make this movie without him and since I had received not that many replies to the initial casting call I took this as a sign that Ontario would be a better place to launch Telos, even though all my professional professional film connections were on the East Coast.
that was a mistake.
there I had free access to the campground that would serve as the setting for a good portion of the movie, as well as easy access to any number of houses, apartments and even offices that friends of friends would let me use to shoot.
in Ontario I had none of that, which immediately put the breaks on Final Girl since there was no conceivable way of filming in it, at least not within the budget that we had.
after Nick and I moved to the Toronto area he decided that he actually wanted to move home to Ottawa, uh to the Ottawa area about 5 hours away, at least for a little while.
in the meantime he would take a train to the GTA the crater (Editor: greater) Toronto area once a month, uh to work on YouTube videos for a few days and then head back.
this went on for a little less than a year so I began brainstorming new movies that we could film in Ontario.
this is where the multiple posters and teaser trailers came from.
I was trying to create something tangible to show that work was still being done with Telos.
I wrote multiple treatments for movies over the next few months and Nick and I eventually landed on one, called antisocial: a murder mystery, about a former social media click (Editor: clique) who had gone their separate ways on very bad terms and they were coming together for a reunion at a sort of VidCon event.
um they were all sharing a house and then some of them were going to start showing up dead.
around the same time, summer of 2023, uh Nick had moved to the GTA full-time.
uh he and I spent weeks working out exactly how the murder mystery would parse out in the movie.
we had a bunch of whiteboards up on my wall and we were just breaking it down piece by piece.
uh I'd put out a new casting call in the GTA and received hundreds of responses so I was planning on casting as soon as the script was finished but after trying to work out the numbers as far as paying actors went, Plus locations,
food, costumes, as well as the equipment that we'd already purchased and the legal costs of setting up Telos as a business, we realized that we'd gone way too big with this movie.
uh the movie had too many characters and too many locations and it was just way too complex to be able to pull off with the budget.
so I started working on a script for a movie called The Listener, about a true crime podcaster focused on the mysterious deaths of homeless gay men in his City.
I was a fair way into the script when we realized it' be about a year before we could even film anything since winter was on its way and the story relied heavily on a summer setting.
so we went back to the drawing board yet again, finally settling on a modern-day adaptation of The Vampire based on the book by John Palador (Editor: capitals added, also it's Polidori).
uh it's one of the original works of published vampire fiction.
it's never received a proper film adaptation and was in public domain so we thought it would be a great choice and the cast could be kept down to basically five characters, with only two of them being on screen most of the time.
Nick and I both wrote treatments for it which we plan on, planned on melding together into a final treatment M that we would write the script based off of.
we'd had a meeting about it and we were talking about how best to move forward, how fast we could get the script written, how long it would take to cast, how soon we could start shooting.
we knew that it had been a while since the initial funding of Telos came in and we wanted to get something concrete out as soon as possible.
after the meeting we went to dinner and while at dinner I started getting messages about the H bomber Guy video.
we were in over our heads once we left the East Coast but the intention was never ever to Take the Money and Run.
I was so insanely excited about getting to make Telos a reality.
I was excited about getting to make a short film, let alone a feature.
it's always been my dream to make movies so Telos meant and means the world to me.
for Nick it was a very exciting project but not his passion.
Nick wanted to write novels, he still does.
Nick looked at this as a good creative outlet that was way more fulfilling than writing video essays.
I should have stayed where I was and not gone to Ontario.
the move uprooted everything that was solid about Telos and it took a whole year to get it back onto even anything close to stable footing, but I am working with the producer now so you can expect an actual product from Telos this year.
it will likely be a short film to start off but there is going to be something coming out of Telos this year.
I know I've lost your trust but I will make nothing financially from this project.
the money that is there will go wholly to paying queer artists to work on a queer film.
I am not nor have I ever intended to be one of the people paid by Telos, neither was Nick.
we made this very clear to everyone who asked.
during our work on tellos (Editor: Telos) is also when the YouTube channel started getting sponsors which as I said as someone who grew up poor I basically accepted all of them except for a few that I didn't think lined up with the message of the channel or had some bad news surrounding them.
there were a couple that had some anti-tr (Editor: anti-trans?) stuff going on in the news and I just didn't want to associate with that.
but by accepting as many sponsors as we did, which became very important when Nick and I started living apart, and suddenly had two rents to pay we ended up needing to produce even more videos, which along with the work on toos (Editor: Telos?) and making sure everything was okay with my dad while living thousands of kilometers away, meant I had even less time for writing, putting more stress on Nick and leading to even more copy pasting from me.
that's what led to us putting out, I think, six videos in one month at one point.
it might have been five, but in any case it was way too damn many videos to go out in one month.
we tried to take the summer off from YouTube in 2023 to work on Telos exclusively but even that went up in smoke because my housing situation.
just, I won't go into it here, I've talked about it at nauseum (Editor: ad nauseam) on streams and stuff.
if you followed me on social media you know the cluster I ended up in that led to me moving twice in two months.
in the last couple of months I've received a lot of emails, as you can imagine, uh many from people who were rightfully let down.
some from people threatening everything from doxing to violence Because the Internet, some with the kindest words of support I've ever heard and others simply asking why I made it so difficult to contact me and if I was okay.
they wanted to know why, as they put it, I nuked my social media presence.
(Editor: Warning for talk of suicide)
to be frank it's because I didn't want to exist anymore.
if you watched my honestly horrendous apology video Back In December you know I tried to make that happen, the not existing thing, but it was more intense than taking too many pills.
it's not that I didn't want to be alive anymore it's that I wished I'd never existed at all, that everyone I'd ever known would be better off had I just never been there, very George Bailey which is fitting given that it was Christmas time.
it's only thanks to some very very dedicated doctors and nurses and one very good friend that I'm even here able to film this right now.
I'm not going to name her because I don't want to expose anyone else to the small but seriously unstable group of people who watched the plagiarism and YouTube video and thought, well he should be dead.
like I said it's a it was a very small group but when they find out your address and some of them are actually in your city they can be terrifying, and they did find my address and at least a couple of them showed up while I was at the hospital.
um my neighbors did report them to the police, uh and I I won't go into any more details than that.
I'm not sure if I legally even can but there's a reason I left Ontario within a week of getting the okay to do so from the doctors.
so what's next then?
like I said you'll notice that a few of my videos are live again on the channel, these ones don't come from plagiarize content and for the most part are written entirely by Nick.
Nick lost three years worth of work when everything on the channel was taken down and that's simply not fair to Nick.
he worked hard writing those videos and deserves to have something to point to when he's looking for new writing work.
I've also done some heavy editing on other videos that did contain other people's writing, um breaking it down to only original content, again so that Nick has an actual portfolio of work.
as mentioned at the beginning of the video revenue from these will be going to the H bomber guy team, to be sent out to the writers I play R (Editor: plagiarized) from or donated to charity, however it works out in the end.
these edited videos will be going back up on the channel in the next few days I think, um along with two completed video essays that we didn't actually get to release before everything happened.
there's also some recent videos that didn't have any plagiarism that the sponsor asked to be taken down and their ads removed, um so they'll also be going back up without the sponsors obviously and soon I will be releasing a new video written entirely by me properly cited with all sources credited.
maybe no one will watch it but I hope you do.
I want to prove that I have the ability to do this without abusing other people's work.
it's a very different kind of video than I used to make though, I'd say it's more of a documentary than a video essay.
you won't find my opinions anywhere in there just cited facts.
I'd like to keep making videos like these new ones about people and events in gay history and definitive gay movies that you maybe never heard of, stuff like that.
it's actually something that I planned on doing this year anyway.
there would be two videos a month, Nick would write a video essay and I would write one of these documentary style videos that would fulfill the two videos per month sponsorship deal that we had at the time.
I have no sponsors now so probably not going to be two videos a month, it'll probably just be the one which will give more time for research and citation and crediting and making sure that there is no misinformation in the videos, uh which I know, I know that misinformation made its way into, uh our past videos that was not something that we intended.
in some cases it was information that I was told by people that I considered experts, um in other cases it was information that we had researched, uh in other cases it was things that Nick had learned in University, the point being it was never malicious.
we didn't, we weren't trying to lie about things despite what a lot of people think.
we were not trying to spread misinformation that was not ever Our intention and that's something else that I want to apologize for.
as for my patreon everyone can stop worrying about me relaunching it right in time for a billing cycle, that will not be happening.
I don't want anyone who either doesn't know about the plagiarism or simply forgot to unsub subscribe to get build (Editor: billed) so I'm going to start from zero.
I have put together a new patreon account so if you want to support my documentaries about gay history, fantastic, honestly your faith in me after everything means the world to me.
if not I completely understand.
like I said I've lost your trust.
I'm going to work my ass off to earn it back though and I know for some of you I'll never be able to do that but I'm going to try anyway.
you know there's a link in the description to the patreon if you want to join it, where you'll be able to see the to yet to be released videos right now, as well as, you know, take part in other stuff that will be on there like a book club podcasts, uh voting on upcoming videos, all the usual patreon stuff.
but this video is not about promoting myself this video is about me apologizing and I am incredibly sorry.
it was never my intention for anyone to feel hurt or left out or excluded, it was never my intention to spread misinformation and I'm really really sorry that that happened and you know as as much as I've tried to explain myself in this video, you know the memory issues, ADHD, um the personal things that were going on in my life with my mom getting sick and then dying and trying to make sure that my dad was okay following that and everything, those aren't excuses.
there is no excuse for what I did.
there are lots of people who make videos on YouTube, there are lots of people who make podcasts, TV shows, movies, documentaries who have going on in their lives that's very stressful and they don't plagiarize people's work.
there is no excuse for what I did.
for everything that happened, whether it be with my mom or the memory issues, there was something I could have done to mitigate that.
there's nothing I could have done about my mom getting cancer but knowing my patrons as I did, in hindsight I'm pretty damn sure that if I had said, guys I need to step away for a couple of months to deal with this, I don't think a whole lot of people would have fled the patreon.
a part of me thought they would at the time because I catastrophy (Editor: catastrophize?), I, but I really don't think that would have happened.
even in the very beginning when I was like, oh I got to get as many videos out as possible, if I had said to those people who subscribe to the channel early on, you know for the next video I want to make sure that it's fully correct and I want to make sure that you know it's as high quality as it can possibly be, I, I don't think anyone would have, you know unsubscribed or not watched the next video because it didn't come out a couple of weeks after the algorithm decided that I was important.
for some reason I convinced myself of these things but I don't think, in hindsight, looking at it I don't think any of that would have happened and so there is no excuse for the misinformation and there is certainly no excuse for the plagiarism.
I up bad I stole people's words and thoughts and opinions, that they worked incredibly hard writing and Publishing and finding someone to publish their thoughts and opinions and research, hard research that they had done and, you know, in some cases, I put them their names in the opening credits which I thought was fine, but like I said I've spoken with some of these people now and I understand why that was not okay.
because putting someone's name in the opening credits, you know, okay here's a list of people, here's, you know, seven or eight people who are, even if it was you know everyone, even if it wasn't, you know, taking giant chunks of their work, paragraphs at a time, even if it was just a sentence here or there, putting their name in the opening credits doesn't tell anyone where their work is in the video.
nobody can say, oh I really like that opinion, or wow that's a really, you know, smart observation, I want to read more from this person, and then, you know, to find something you found interesting you have to go play detective and so yes, just putting their name in the opening credits was wrong.
I thought it was cool and you know cinematic, but it was wrong.
citations should have been done properly, there should never have been just chunks of text being put into videos.
there were times like with, uh the queer history of Hollywood videos, that I released this past spring they were based directly on the Celluloid closet by veto (Editor: Vito) Russo, the book not the documentary.
I expanded on it quite a bit but it was based directly on veto's (Editor: Vito's) work and I credited him in the opening credits and I thought it was okay to just do that, because the book was out of print and veto had passed away unfortunately from HIV complications, due to HIV and AIDS and I looked at it more as extend in his legacy, making sure that people knew about the work that he did but I don't think I ever mentioned his name in those videos.
he was crit (Editor: credited?), like I said his name's in the opening credits but I don't think I ever verbally mentioned his name, someone who I have so much respect for who, kind of an idol of mine and I never mentioned his name.
it wasn't because I didn't respect him or anything like that and it also wasn't because I wanted people to think that this was all me again, if, if that was the case I wouldn't have put his name in the in the credits.
I never wanted people to think that this was all me, so that's actually one of the videos I want to make.
I want to make a documentary style video talking about vetto (Editor: Vito) Russo and his life and everything that he accomplished, because he didn't just write the Celluloid closet, he did a lot more than that.
he's someone that people should know about.
obviously people can research him, uh there's books about him but I know, you know, it's easier to sit down and watch a 20 or 30 minute YouTube video than it is to read a book.
I'd like to make a video about VTO (Editor: Vito) Russo, properly cited and not just, you know, copy pasted from a book.
I want to do the work, I want to prove, not just to you, but to myself that I can do the work and that's why I've started making these documentaries.
working on these I can't, I can't really put into words how sorry I am.
I've tried, I've tried writing like a blog entry to say that I was sorry for about two months now and I just can't.
I can't get across how sorry I am and I know actions speak way louder than words and I hope with my actions that I can show you that I am sorry.
I'm sorry to everyone I play Dr (Editor: plagiarized?).
I'm sorry to everyone I've hurt.
I'm sorry to people who feel lied to.
I'm sorry to people who feel like I abused the queer Community, was never my intention.
again I'm sorry to Jesse.
There were actually several other YouTubers who, uh were very nice to me but I feel like with everything that went down Jess, Jesse is the one that I should apologize to the most.
I'm sorry for the people who felt scammed, who thought that Telos was a grift.
it was not it is not I am very sorry and I hope given time and my actions proving it that you can believe me."
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I hope my restraint in not adding personal commentary is appreciated, as there were times it took heroic effort. There are several places I deleted comments I typed at first, mainly along the lines of "You sure as fuck shouldn't have, buddy!" virtually whenever he said he shouldn't have done something.
To end on a lighter note, I did almost lose it at the end with the typo VTO Russo. I had just been wading through so much, and suddenly, there was Vertical Takeoff Russo.
#James Somerton#H bomberguy#long post#Also youtube auto transcript is poop#spend some of your ill gotten $ on a transcriber would ya?!
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TMNT AU Propaganda whooo
Hello, I'm back again. With fic this time.
I bingeread all of Call Me Here (I Will Appear) by @callmehere-iwillappear a little while back and it's so good! So heartbreaking but so heartwarming at the same time! And with both IMBI and CMH both being in the @tmntaucompetition we decided they are ghost buddies, and then they drew this adorable artwork and I had to write a little something because listen I need good things to happen to both of these boys.
So here you go! And please vote for both I May Be Invisible and Call Me Here in the TMNT AU polls tomorrow!
(And also 2 Arms Left, those boys aren't really in this fic but listen if you vote for both IMBI and 2AL then Ell and I will face off in the next round please it's so funny-)
cough ANYWAY HERE'S THE DRABBLE OK BYE (spoilers for both fics within)
Was getting abruptly kidnapped to an interdimensional sports tournament the weirdest thing that had ever happened to them? Hard to say, but it was certainly a surprise anyway. Right in the middle of Leo's very dramatic catatonia arc, too...
The place is a madhouse. There's so many different versions of himself and his brothers, some of them older, some of them missing limbs, and some of them from different universes entirely. There's cheerleading. There's fighting. There's an older Michelangelo giving all the visible Leos bats for some reason.
Leo guesses he shouldn't be too disappointed that even in this crowd, only his own specific brothers can interact with him; he hasn't had dramatic life-saving encounters with any of these other people, after all. He keeps getting walked through, talked over, and he can't very well take part in the actual basketball playing.
But it's fine! He can vibe! He's so cool with vibing. His brothers seem to be enjoying themselves, after all, and Pizza Supreme knows after the weeks they've been having they deserve something fun and... probably not life-threatening (he's still eying those bats, though). So he can just... watch. Spectate.
So fun.
He's standing by while Raph chats with a whole group of assorted Raphs, surveying the diverse crowd when it happens.
His eyes lock with another Leo's.
The other Leo seems just as startled as he is to be seen - his mouth pops open in surprise, posture going stiff in a mirror of Leo's own reaction. Other than that, there's no immediate signs; he's not see-through, or floating, or anything else one might expect. The only immediate difference he can see is that the three clones of his brothers standing near the other Leo are all wearing their own version of Donnie's goggles.
And yet, he still knows.
"Hey, I'm going over there for a sec," he says over his shoulder to Raph.
"What? Hey, don't wander off!"
"It's fine, big guy, I'll stay in range."
He trots off across the court, not bothering to dodge anyone who steps in his path. The other Leo and his group aren't too far away, and once he gets there, the two of them look each other up and down, like wary dogs unsure about entering another's space.
He gives the other Leo a very serious look, which is mirrored back to him.
And the other Leo starts them off.
"What's a ghost's favorite fruit?"
"Booberries. What's a ghost's favorite car?"
"A Boo-gatti. Why don't ghosts go out in the rain?"
It dampens their spirits. What-"
"Who are you talking to?" the other Donnie asks, turning their way. He has his goggles pulled down. Leo gives him a wave, but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Just another Leo," says the other Leo, before turning back to him. "You can't be seen by the goggles?"
"Nope. That hasn't worked for us."
"But I saw you say something to your Raph."
"Yeah! Raph can hear me, Mikey can see me, and Donnie can touch me."
"Huh. Sounds inconvenient!"
"Oh, it is." Leo shrugs. "Curses, man, what can you do?"
Something quick passes over the other Leo's face; he only notices because it's so like his own. "You were cursed?"
"Yep! Some bad guy thought it would be a good way to get rid of me. You?"
The other Leo's smile droops only slightly. "...Do you know about the Prison Dimension?"
Leo's own smile drops, and he hunches in on himself, which just makes the other Leo's grin slip further. It hurts; he was there, for real, and again too recently in his mind, and now he can say this with certainty, with clarity:
No Leo deserved that.
But this Leo, who has persisted after death, who's with his family now... even if it's a tragedy, Leo can admire that. And they can see him - they can apparently hear him, and Leo knows from experience that that's everything.
(And still not quite enough.)
"...That sucks," he says, because what else do you say?
The other Leo shrugs, looking a little self-conscious. "It's not too bad. Donnie's making me a body."
"Oh, that'll be sweet." Leo picks his grin back up. "Wait, can you actually touch stuff? Are you going to haunt a robot?"
"I can if I focus." He looks smug. "It takes practice, but I'm getting better."
"Whoa, nice. I can't touch anything other than Donnie. Can't float or anything, either."
"Me either!" The other Leo throws his arms up dramatically. "What a ripoff, right?"
Leo matches the movement. "That's what I've been saying!"
"Man. It's nice to finally talk to someone who understands."
"Heh, same here," says Leo. He reaches out to give the other Leo a friendly pat on the shoulder.
He expects his hand to just pass through. He doesn't expect it to connect.
It's not really feeling, not like when he touches Donnie. It's more like when he touches his own body - his hand stops moving through the air, but he's not getting any tactile sensation from it.
He doubts the other Leo can really feel it either, but the way his eyes latch on the point of contact tells Leo everything he needs to know.
He doesn't hesitate, just wraps his arm around the other Leo and pulls him in for a hug. He doesn't resist, just puts his own arms around Leo, and he can't feel it but he's pretty sure he's holding tight.
He doesn't ask how long it's been since he's been hugged; he feels like he doesn't have to.
They stay that way almost a minute (and he's glad for their reputation as Leos that no one can see them), before the other Leo pulls back. His eyes are glassy and his smile wavering, but it's real and it's there, and Leo can't help but smile back.
He decides to save them before this gets too mushy.
"Hey, you said you can touch things, right?"
"If I focus."
"Well!" Leo moves so his arm is draped around the other Leo's shoulders, walking him toward one of the goals. "Get ready to focus on making sick dunks."
Instantly, the other Leo's eyes light up with delight. "Ooooh ho ho ho yes. We are going to freak some people out!"
He offers his fist, and Leo gleefully bumps it.
#dandy fanfiction#fic: i may be invisible but i still look good#call me here (i will appear)#tmnt au competition#my fanfic#once again I didn't proofread this#so I'm sorry for any mistakes#;asdkf;asd why am I posting this so late OH WELL
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Jealousy, Jealousy
"Sorry Won't Fix This" Masterlist
A/N: So I posted part two a couple of days ago and I had a few people asking for a part three, and I'm not gonna lie... I got a little carried away lol, so definitely I'll post a part 4. This was really fun to write and hopefully it'll be fun for you guys to read it! PLEASE let me know what you think 🫶🏻 Also I was watching an Andrew Garfield movie so keep that in mind.
Word Count: 2.1k+
Warnings: angst, language, jealousy, Dalton being shitty (again)
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After Dalton left, Y/N just stared at the door trying to hold her tears in. She was doing a good job, until Chris walked through the door and asked her what was wrong. She broke down immediately, but Chris stayed with her comforting her all night. She cried until she couldn't anymore, and all that was left was a raging headache.
Y/N told Chris everything, she had been avoiding that subject but letting it all out made her feel a lot better. She felt bad for Chloe, she really did, but at this point she just wanted to detach herself from the whole situation and just Dalton in general, so her next step was moving on.
“You need to forget about him Y/N, he’s not worth it” Y/N nodded agreeing with her friend, but a part of her still felt like she lost someone really important.
“I know I do” She sighed deeply before continuing “I guess the last time we broke up I thought we would somehow find our way back to each other, you know?”
“Y/N, I love you and I know what you mean, but I just want you to think of all the times he did something shitty, and then tell me you still want him”
Y/N laughed a little, admitting to herself stupid her feelings were “You’re right”
“I know I am, dude. Go out, have fun and meet guys who are not gonna kiss someone else in New Year’s”
After a minute of silence, Y/N finally built up the courage to ask “Did you know?”
“Know what?” Chris asked in confusion.
“That Chloe and Dalton were like together together”
Chris thought about her answer for a moment, but ultimately decided there was no point in hiding it anymore “Sort of… I mean I knew he was getting invited to her parents’ house and hanging out with some of her friends” Y/N just nodded, a sad look still on her face “But it doesn’t matter because you’re over him now”
Chris encouraged her to go out with someone. Y/N wasn’t the type to approach a guy and ask for his number, so Chris offered to introduce her to one of her friends she thought Y/N could get along with.
She met Andrew a couple of days later, and she was surprised when they immediately hit it off. He was cute and funny and really easy to talk to, so Y/N was excited when he started to take her out on dates. They were seeing each other almost every day, and Y/N even took him to her favourite coffee shop, telling him that she got her best work done there and how it was the best coffee she ever had. He chuckled at her statement but agreed with her, sharing his love for coffee too.
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Dalton didn’t tell Chloe what happened that night, of course he didn’t. He kept seeing her like nothing happened and she couldn’t be happier about it.
The thing is, Chloe felt like she didn’t have him for a number of reasons, even when they started dating he was barely any special towards her. Sure, she would spend a lot of time with him and he would seek her attention, he even drew her for an art project but that was before they became a thing, and the portrait was just somewhere in his dorm.
She would go there with him and see the wall with a bunch of paintings and drawings of Y/N, and before he told her about them she had no idea they used to date, but she couldn’t help but feel jealous that she never made the wall.
So one day she decided to ask him to put it up “I’m your girlfriend now, don’t you think it’s time you put the drawing of me on your wall?”
“Uh” He looked at his art displayed on the wall, realising a lot of them were Y/N “I will” He simply replied, thinking he could maybe do it later, but the look Chloe gave him made him understand that she meant right now. So he did, he stood up and removed a few portraits, making space for the new one. He couldn’t bring himself to actually get rid of them, so he decided to just leave them on his desk. That was weeks before he told her about his past with Y/N.
The day after Y/N rejected him he concluded it was officially over, so his relationship with Chloe got a little more serious. Chloe properly introduced him to her parents, they started to have more dates and they even had ‘romantic’ weekends.
Days went by and Dalton tried his best to keep Y/N out of his mind, constantly telling himself that he was with Chloe now and that it was for the best. He wanted to be a better boyfriend for her but he sometimes forgot to put in the effort.
One day Dalton decided to get coffee after class, buying one for him and one for his girlfriend who was waiting for him in his dorm. After receiving his order, he turned around and was ready to walk out, but a familiar face stopped him.
He saw Y/N sitting at one of the tables, talking and giggling with some other guy. Dalton stared at them for a moment, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the cups he was holding. He decided it would be better if he left, but just as he started to walk again he noticed the guy stand up and make his way to the washroom.
Before he could think about it, he found himself standing in front of Y/N, giving her a questioning stare, as if she owed him any explanations.
“What are you doing here?” He asked in a demanding tone.
Y/N was both surprised and annoyed at his question. She scoffed and crossed her arms, giving him a bland tone to make him feel like she didn’t care about him “What kind of question is that?”
“I know you’re here with someone, I saw him”
“Why do you care? Aren’t you still with Chloe?” Y/N asked him, pointing at the cup with her name on it. Dalton shrugged and thought about something else to say. She had a point, he was with Chloe now so he shouldn’t care, but he did “You should probably take your girlfriend her coffee, it’s gonna get cold”
“We need to talk”
“There’s nothing left to talk about”
Before Dalton could say something, someone else joined the table “Hi, I’m Andrew” He said, sitting across from Y/N.
“Dalton” He replied, pressing his lips together.
“He was just leaving” Y/N quickly added.
“Oh” Andrew immediately suspected she didn’t want him there “Well, nice to meet you man”
Dalton clenched his jaw, he didn’t say anything else and just gave them a quick nod before leaving the coffee shop. He was walking to his dorm and the whole time he wished he had said something clever to Andrew.
When he got to his dorm, he was received with a sweet hug and kiss from Chloe, telling him how much he has missed him. As usual, they sat on his bed and talked about their day before moving on to schoolwork.
“So, my birthday party is this Saturday and I was thinking we could wear the same colour” Chloe said out of nowhere.
Dalton tried to hide the fact that he forgot about her birthday “Uh- yeah, what are you wearing?”
“The dress I bought last week. I told you it was for my birthday, remember?” She asked, hurt and mad he forgot such an important detail.
He nodded his head quickly “I remember baby, I’m sorry” Dalton brought her closer to him and gave her a reassuring kiss “We’ll both look phenomenal in pink”
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Y/N wasn’t surprised to see Dalton, it was impossible to avoid him completely given they lived in the same building, but anytime they saw each other they just pretended the other didn’t exist, it was working just fine for Dalton until he saw her with someone else.
Her feelings towards him definitely changed, while she still felt like she lost someone important to her, she was also disappointed at how much he had changed since the party, so they were a mix of many different things. Often she couldn’t help but wonder how different things would be if she tried harder when they were together, but at the same time she resented him for not always showing that he loved her the way she wanted him to.
“How long do we have to wait?” Andrew asked, holding his hair away from his forehead so the face mask wouldn’t stick to it.
“About 20 minutes” Y/N was smiling down at him, finishing up with the thick paste on his cheeks.
He opened his eyes and smiled back at her “Do you have like a hair thing I can borrow?”
Y/N chuckled and reached for another headband, carefully sticking all of his hair back “This is a great look on you” She joked.
They laughed as he looked at himself in the tiny mirror “I guess you’ll have to style me more often”
“I mean, you already look great all the time so I don’t think you need my help”
She watched as his smile went shy, almost sure he was blushing under the face mask. Andrew handed her the mirror and she put it back in a small vase that had a few makeup brushes in it.
“Did you make that?” Andrew asked, paying close attention to the drawings on it, recognising Y/N’s favourite flowers.
“The vase?” She asked and he nodded “Yeah, last year in a pottery class”
“A pottery class?”
“Yeah. I mean, I only went like 3 times but this is great, isn’t it?” She picked it up and examined it. It had been a long time since she did.
“May I?” Andrew grabbed it and looked at all the different colours on it “And you drew these?” He asked, pointing at the beautifully painted flowers.
“Not really, my- uh friend helped me with those, but I still did most of the job” She clarified.
“Oh…” He faked disappointment “And you had me over here thinking you were an artist”
She scoffed playfully as he took the vase from him “I am, did you see the one at the bottom?” Y/N showed him a smudged spot of paint that looked like it was supposed to be a flower “You wouldn’t get it, it’s abstract art” Andrew gave her a frisky look that made her blush “Are you an artist?”
“Born to be but my lack of skills didn’t allow it, very tragic” Y/N giggled at his dramatics as she scooted closer to him “I can’t really draw… I mean I can, but it’s not very good” Andrew laughed “Why? Do you have a thing for artists?
A strange feeling took over her heart, but she just shook her head and forced a smile “No, just for guys that look good in headbands” She teased. Andrew felt his face get hot again and an impulse made him lean over, getting really close to her face but Y/N stopped him.
“You don’t wanna taste this face mask, it’s gonna linger for days” Andrew shrugged his shoulders and took a quick look at her lips, and then back at her eyes.
“You already have that effect on me”
Y/N was speechless. For a moment they stared at each other intensely, Y/N almost gave in, but the door swinging open made both of them jump.
“Oh- sorry to interrupt” Chris said slowly, dropping her things on her bed.
They turned red and quickly got away from each other, trying to cover their embarrassment “You didn’t, we’re just doing face masks”
“Without me?” Chris joked.
The three of them stayed there for the rest of the afternoon, and as soon as Andrew left Chris couldn’t help but tease Y/N about what she almost witnessed.
“So, I see you two are really getting along”
“I guess” Y/N replied, unsure of how to feel.
“What? Do you not like him?”
“I do… I think I do” She stopped to think about it for a moment “It’s been great but honestly i don’t know if I can take it any further”
“Y/N he’s like perfect for you” Chris stared at her friend, waiting for an explanation “Why not?”
“Because he’s not Dalton”
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Cardiac Extract
Pixiv 78405 (it.)
Nerplex blocked me, here's the bean. Reblogs of blogger who nerplex didn't block
What did I do wrong? Telling you to sauce URL offends you?
Man, I'm gonna be canceled here. I guess this shall be the time we act now. Love you all, gamers, who still with me of course.
Wait!
It, gamers, if you're here, pls don't angry just yet. Actually, the story is funny. Uhh a blogger, nerplex yes, said your name and others, but without sauce URL. Plus that person blocked me and of course no reason given.
Look, I'm trying to save your clout... I mean make you popular! Idk what's the say here, point is, I want to be the good example of how to credit properly, when I am really lazy. Well very easy! As possible, attribute sauce URL! That's it at least.
Again, above picture's not mine, there's your sauce who drew this. You're welcome. You must act too, don't stay there! Spread that sauce to other friends!! I beg you. Artists deserves respect, and thefts (same reuploader but did not sauce URL) deserves.. You got the idea.
Here, my subsidiary are making changes, and they're in the process of spilling the bean. Actually this subsidiary was the outlying connector to one my division, Archive Division. Not to be confused with Archive.org, that's different story.
So from now on, if you see your art reuploaded here (even it's still live on the sauce), pls don't cancel me, I beg you. Look I promise I attach the sauce URL of it. even my own art, all has URLs to source SVG, Blend, etc. We are the company of Sauce, we want gamers to know where did you downloaded this file.
Okay, to disrespectful gamers. You. You block me, you left no choice. I wanted to reblog and that's it. I never wanted to talk to you, unless you asked for it, or whatever neverary. I just commented your post, And tried my best to not offend you in assumption of universal ethic settings as far as I know. If you had it here, we'll it's your fault. I wanted to reblog but [tumblr] says it's gone, and you're not deactivated. Peck you. I can't fathom why did you do that, when you could've only & exclusively block scam spam bots instead. Want to me stop? Just unblock me, and the trouble is over. That's all I want.
I don't know and I cannot know why I'm blocked coz that happens to be the social media common ethics (that's really flawed). So want it or not, blocking, ................ means provocation. Right?.. I.. Won't see why!! HUH?! If I was making social media, I make sure they tell the reason why. Oh, this account is scammer, so I may a look at it to confirm. Oh, I just hate this guy, and I can take a look at it and then... No, not ban. Maybe send that person to class idk. This is just concept, more need to design.
Ok back to you again. Yeah. I'm sorry. I lost all my sanity. Everyday, the world.. derails my mental condition, through this. Idk if they got hacked.. or just.. hate me?
yeah. idk anymore. what do you think?
Huh, Yeah?
isn't queen gambit method may cause trouble to yourself?
.. Who said I'm gonna often post that [tumblr] url here? Well.. perhaps I don't have to, instead. Scroll down. Ctrl + F keyword of "block". You'll see. Okay you may not see it now. Soon. and more soon.
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That's all for today. I'm sorry if there is mistake or whatever wrong here. Got comment, let us know, idk.
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Bot Buddy being Rattrap's younger sibling
SFW, familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ bot reader
Beast wars
Buddy is a calm and sensitive soul. Their beast mode is an armadillo. They tend to be a bit more open minded to some things than Rattrap is.
Rattrap loves his younger sibling to bits… that being said, he has a peculiar way of showing it.
Their dynamic gives off.
No-one-can-hurt-them-but-me vibes.
“Hey Rattrap look at this picture I drew of the flowers this morning!”--Buddy
“I’ve seen prettier flowers than those.”--Rattrap
“Yeah, those are kind of ugly.”--Cheetor
“Take that back! Those are the most beautiful flower in the world!”--Rattrap
“Aww thanks Rattrap.”--Buddy
“Get lost you bumpy bowling ball.”—Rattrap
Rattrap being the older sibling is protective of his younger sibling. He doesn't like it when they have to go out on a solo patrols. Not that he would ever admit it. Buddy knows this, of course.
“All righty then. See you in a bit Rattrap.”--Buddy
“Now at this time, at night, all by yourself. Yeah, fat chance bumpy.”--Rattrap
“Woah. Woah. Woah. Where do you think you’re going hot shot?”--Rattrap
“I’m going on patrol.”--Buddy
“Do you want to come then?”--Buddy
“Now why would I want to go on patrol with you? I got stuff to do here in the ship where its safe and warm.”--Rattrap
“Oh, okay then, I guess I can get Cheetor to come.”--Buddy
“Yeah right. And have him reveal your location in 5 seconds. Nope, give me a second to look for my blaster.”--Rattrap
“Thanks, I guess?”--Buddy
“Yeah, don’t mention it. Really don’t mention it.”--Rattrap
Buddy is extremely protective of Rattrap. As much as they don't like or understand much of his way with words, they do not tolerate anyone talking bad about him. Especially the jab is without reasoning. They have been known to defend Rattrap more times than they can count.
“Back off Dinobot!”--Buddy
“What?!”--Dinobot
“He didn’t mean it and that was uncalled for!”--Buddy
“…”--Dinobot
“… Okay maybe he did mean it but still uncalled for!”--Buddy
Unlike Rattrap, buddy will trust almost anyone/ anything. This puts Rattrap in edge every time. He has lost the number of times Buddy has tried to befriend or trust something the Predacons have said. He swears that they will be the death of him one of these days.
“Hey Rattrap! Theres a note from the Predacon’s ‘You can have some Energon goodies if you just come over the ridge. Enjoy!’ Wow, that’s nice of them.”--Buddy
“Buddy, I swear—THE ROPE IS RIGHT THERE HOW—and now your stuck upside down. Again.”--Rattrap
“Help?”--Buddy
“Yeah. Yeah. I got you kid. Primus this has been the 10th time this week.”—Rattrap
The other Maximals find it a bit hard to see Buddy even being remotely related to Rattrap. If anything, Buddy might have been related more to Rhinox than Rattrap. Rattrap knows this an is a bit self-conscious on the topic, not that he talks about it anyways.
“Maybe it’s like how he said that he is related to Arcee?”--Cheetor
“He’s related to who?!”--Dinobot
Optimus appreciates the way Buddy can reign in Rattraps attitude a bit when they are around. Optimus knows that those two have a good bond, a rare one that hasn’t been seen in a while. It’s nice though. Primal has learned not to question the loyalty between the siblings. He once went out on patrol with Buddy and Rattrap where they were ambushed by Waspinator and Terrosaur. Buddy insisted Optimus throw them up to help with the attack. He did it and it sent Rattrap into a small frenzy. When Buddy had gotten back down safely, Rattrap was trying to tear a new one in the leader before rushing over to see if Buddy was okay.
“Throw me!”—Buddy
“Are you sure?”--Optimus
“Absolutely Optimus!”--Buddy
“Wait what?”--Rattrap
“Okay Buddy, get ready!”--Optimus
“Wait what!”--Rattrap
“Weeeeee!!”--Buddy
“Buddy!”--Rattrap
“They’re fine Rattrap.”--Optimus
“You’re the one who isn’t going to be fine if they get so much as a dent Banana breath!”--Rattrap
“Rattrap—”--Optimus
“I swear if they don’t—”--Rattrap
“Hi guys.”--Buddy
“Buddy! Are you hurt? Are there any dents? What were you thinking? Did Primal hurt you?”--Rattrap
*Confused but happy Gorilla noises.*
Rhinox knows about the little talks here and there about Buddy being his long-lost sibling instead of Rattraps. He did humor it a bit at first thinking it wasn’t going to be too bad. Buddy had joined in just for good humor too.
But after a bit he doesn’t react too much.
Then he notices how Rattrap acts when the joke is brought up. He does his best to try and make his friend feel better after that. He does like Buddy’s nature and enjoys their little talks when they have the ship to themselves.
“You know Rattrap, Buddy and I’ve been talking.”--Rhinox
“Oh yeah? What about?”--Rattrap
“Buddy was telling me how they were worried about you when you came back late from patrol the other day. They seemed to miss their brother.”--Rhinox
“Oh okay…”--Rattrap
*Content rat noises.*
Cheetor doesn’t believe that sweet sensitive Buddy is related to dirty mouth Rattrap. The difference is night and day between those two. How is this possible? Buddy, due to them being younger is probably the closest age to Cheetor. Automatically making the two best friends. They have their own mini adventures from time to time. But no one knows about that. Most of the talking ends up being inside jokes that no one understands.
“Cheetor this isn’t like the Riverbed incident that thing will explode. Don’t use the blow torch this time.”--Buddy
“Oh, okay then. Thanks for the heads up!”--Cheetor
“Riverbed?”--Optimus
“Inccident?”--Rhinox
“Explode?!”—Rattrap
Dinobot wants a DNA test done immediately. He firmly believes that this is some trick that everyone is on. He does respect Buddy, however. Buddy was the first Maximal to greet him with open arms with kindness that he almost forgot existed. Then there’s their brother, Rattrap. The very bane of his existence. The thorn in his side. He can’t connect the dots at all.
“Hi Dinobot!”--Buddy
“Greetings…”--Dinobot
“How’s your day been?”--Buddy
“It’s been well.”--Dinobot
A little later
Rattrap tripping Dinobot with his tail
“Eat floor Chomperface.”--Rattrap
*Confused and angry Dinobot noises*
Tigatron and Airazor like their teammate. Like many other the others, they don’t quite understand the siblings. But they are more understanding of their dynamics. Due to them being out of the base so much any time with Buddy is cherished. Sometimes they will ‘kidnap’ Buddy from the base to catch up on the latest things with the crew or the ship.
“And what did Dinobot do after that?”--Airazor
“Well Rattrap said he started making frustrated noises after he tripped him.”--Buddy
“I’m sensing something else to the story.”--Tigatron
“Don’t know really, you guys got me out before he told me the rest.”--Buddy
Silverbolt loves Buddy. They are his platonic soulmate. They are his number one in his book of friends because Black arachnia is his number one true love. Its common occurrence to see Buddy with him if they aren’t with Rhinox, Rattrap or Cheetor. Silverbolt asks love advice from Buddy all the time. Whether Buddy is in a relationship or not, they try their best to help their friend.
Buddy is his wingman for life.
And helps decorate places he wants to bring his love to
“Buddy! My platonic soulmate!”--Silverbolt
“Silverbolt! My bestie in love!”--Buddy
*Offended and confused Cheetah and Spider noises.*
Blackarachnia in the beginning was confused by Buddy’s entire existence. Time and time again when she was with the Predacon’s Buddy would offer her a place within the Maximal ranks. Not matter what she threw verbally or physically, Buddy was stubborn in getting her to join. When she did join, thanks to Silverbolt, she was quite jealous of Buddy’s relationship with the Maximal.
She would never admit it though.
It would be until Silverbolt mentioned how Buddy helped pick the venue and some decorations for their definitely not date, that she would ease up on the Maximal.
“You really care about him don’t you.”--Buddy
“…Yeah, I guess I do.”—Black arachnia
“Good! Now remember, no one will find you if you hurt him.”--Buddy
“What?!”—Black arachnia
“I have some energon goodies, you want some?”--Buddy
“… Yes?...”—Black arachnia
Primus help the poor soul that makes Buddy cry.
Get prepared for the Maximal beating of a lifetime. No amount of time travel will help fix the damage that will come upon that body after they are even remotely done with it.
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Congratulations, one of your characters made a cameo appearance in my midlife crisis!
This takes a little time to explain, but on the art web site FurAffinity, living users are represented with a tilde, while living impaired users get an infinity symbol in front of their names. I was at a low point in my life when I drew this, and thought about what would happen when the Grim Reaper eventually closed the loop.
Anyway. This was supposed to be for questions, so I'll ask one. The career of an animator seems to be nomadic... they'll spend some time developing a series for Cartoon Network, then move to Disney, then migrate to Nickelodeon, only to return where they started (cough cough CH Greenblatt cough).
Any reason, or reasons, why this happens? Honestly, I have a difficult time understanding why anyone would go to Nickelodeon to start a show, given the way so many artists have been treated by the network in the past. Do all the networks act like this?
Just curious. Thanks for your time, and for the years of entertainment.
You guys look great together, but no loop closings please!
Gotta bilde the tilde, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, yeah... Animators all know that Other Studios have Other Problems. It's not at all uncommon to hear someone say, "I'm about ready for new problems".
I spent most of my career (until the wonders of the recent mega-merger) at WB, so I've really only known WB problems (with a light sprinkling of Disney Troubles). I've asked friends like C.H. Greenblatt and Jessica Borutski about the long-haul at Nick, so I have a basic idea what the culture is like. But if I land at Nick in five years, it could be a completely different set of circumstances and maybe even a completely different set of employers.
I know maybe three studio execs with solid careers who've spent the majority of their time at one studio. Most of the time, the low level executive track is even more of a meat grinder than the creative track. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that the middle-management meat grinder is the cause of the creative meat grinder.
The job of an executive is to make impressive decisions that dazzle their superiors and shareholders. If you've just been hired to replace someone and have inherited a stack of 32 animation bibles in various stages of development with assorted creators, are you really going to just continue going through that pile? I mean, you're replacing someone for a reason, right? So probably better just to toss that whole pile of animation bibles in the trash and start again. Because you're going to look like an idiot if even a single one of those fails. And if it succeeds, it just makes your predecessor look smart, which steals some of your shine. So you axe those creators and all of their support goes away and the cycle begins anew.
During my career, these executive turnovers (and the following creative turnovers) happen about every four or five years. With a little luck, it takes (in my experience) about two years to get a show through development to pilot, and then another year to decide if it's going to be a series. In short, there is precious little time where a creator/EP can interface with and rely on a competent executive to champion them. If you don't have that, you're not going anywhere.
I'm not sure how anything gets made. From the inside, development is always trickle-down sweaty desperation. I guess somehow, every now and then, a neurodivergent 23 year old slips through the cracks and makes a kid's show about The Grim Reaper. It could all be luck.
There are definitely execs who love animation and have made it their life's work. But there are also people who just got into the business as, say, a personal assistant and hasn't watched an animated cartoon since they were six, but suddenly find themselves in control of many millions of dollars worth of IP. There are execs who think of entertainment only as a commodity and who literally don't understand why creatives feel so passionate about "just cartoons" but will remind you "how lucky you are to work in entertainment" if you ask for a raise.
In short, the problems are usually management related. And those problems are mostly the same across studios, with the occasional Infamous Despot you want to avoid at all costs. The good news is that said Despot probably won't last five years.
There are perks at the different studios too. Proximity to decent food. Occasional amusement park passes. Friday morning bagels. The sort of stuff that hopefully nobody is taking a job specifically for.
At the end of the day, there are three or four big studios we can work for. There are also a smattering of smaller indie studios which... make content for those three or four other studios anyway.
The long and short of it is that there's just not a lot of choice where we can work or who we work for. We definitely talk to each other and the studio culture does weigh heavily when you're deciding where to go. Assuming you have the luxury of choice. It all kind of sucks, and it all kind of sucks in the same way. But sometimes you get bagels.
Stay Frisky!
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