#like that is such a fucking game changer honestly
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thank you Grant O’Brien for being the very important reminder that Bisexuality Exists no matter who you end up with
#shhh sharkie#dropout#game changer#listen!!! preference and coincidence and and and etc like#even cishet people don’t know who they’re going to end up with!!!#it’s a lot about timing and compatibility and genuine preference yknow?#bisexuality is honestly more being like ‘oh fuck i have TOO MANY options’#i appreciate u grant for defending your bisexual self
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in honor of this post
#truly his dog disposition wouldnt even be nervous but probably more like. aggresive. or will bite. but the mental image was too funny#plus he'd wear it if you called him a good boy#idk if i like how his face came out but couldnt be fucked to fix it. wanted to try a new shading method & it was honestly a game changer#de#disco elysium#garte#garte the cafeteria manager#my art#will i ever do something besides draw him from a high angle nude w his genitals tastefully hidden
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Oh my god my boss got us a new tamper and a skinny distributor for us and it was SO nice. The crema was stunning today and the shots pulled sooooooo well plus it's one of the like spring loaded/weighted tampers that is designed to apply the right pressure and oughdovudha its so sexy
#lav rambles#barista shit#ive wanted a tamp like this for so long#and the distributor is fucking incredible#honestly such a game changer
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Finally caved and bought some lactase supplements after feeling absolutely horrible after two chociattos (i used to be able to drink more but alas that time seems to have passed) and holy shit absolute game changer. I drank two glasses of cocoa and still feel fine when usually so closely to one another (2h between them) i would have wanted to rip my gut out. Still feeling them a lil but like NO PAIN WHAT
#honestly i just begrudingly said that i'm lactose intollerant because i couldn't explain why chocolate gave me the pain it did#but now actually using over the counter lactase#and barely feeling the effectively half a litre of milk i drank in the apan of 2 hours is a game changer#gonna try this out at work tomorrow and see if i still live after 2 chociattos#i'm genuienly surprised#but having that confirmed now (i never went to a doctor about) is great#i asked my dad once and he just said 'milk chocolate tastes horrible feeling pain afterwards is normal'#which.... i think i might know where i get it from#riu speaks#this is great because i fucking love milk products i have to large a sweet tooth for milkshakes ice etc#and might be allergic to soy last two times i drank a soy milk substitute my thoat felt like sandpaper for the next 3 days#which is a shame because i actually really like soy drinks too :(
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Why all the crowd scenes look the same, aka: Something is WRONG in Soho
I'm not even gonna tease and draw this out because it's so cool it doesn't need the fanfare. Ready?
Season 2 takes place over the course of 5 days. During that time, most of the passersby in Soho - maybe even all of them - stay exactly the same. It's the same people every day, wearing the exact same clothes, and they wander through the neighbourhood in paths that don't make any sense. You won't be able to unsee it. I can't believe it's taken us this long to realise.
Don't believe me? Rewatch the scene from 2x03, I Know Where I'm Going where Shax confronts Crowley outside the bookshop, appearing in a series of different guises. Pay attention to the people going past.
I've marked out five people you see on screen when Crowley first exits the bookshop at 39:37:
Numbers 1, 2 and 3 are following the path right. Number 4 follows the path left. Number 5 crosses the road.
Here the five people are again, at 40:19, when Crowley goes to return to the bookshop:
Number 5 is still visible in the distance, in the direction she walked in. This makes sense! But numbers 1, 2, 3 and 4 are rounding the same corner they just passed. It's as though 1, 2 and 3 all decided to turn and head back the way they came just 40 seconds ago, and number 4 has circled the block to join them.
This on its own would be super weird, but they're not the only people to do that in this scene. The man in the purple sweater from the first picture crosses the road, then appears back next to the bookshop, then starts walking back the way he came again.
Here's the part that made me absolutely certain, though. At 40:05, a man wearing an orange hoodie with blue sleeves walks past Crowley, who is heading towards the bookshop entrance.
The camera cuts to a view from behind Crowley, and a moment later, at 40:08...
He reappears in front of Crowley and walks past him again.
It's such a distinctive outfit, there's no mistaking it. They are absolutely fucking with the background characters and they are absolutely doing it on purpose.
Your turn. There are at least three other characters in this scene who pass by multiple times. Watch it again and try to spot them.
This scene is really chaotic and obvious, but the phenomena I'm talking about is much bigger than just one scene. Let's go back to the first thing I said: the background characters don't change. All our leads do. Maggie and Nina wear distinctive outfits, clearly demarcating each new day. Even Crowley and Aziraphale, who in season 1 were like cartoon characters with wardrobes full of identical clothing, vary their looks. Crowley changes his (very subtly) each day; Aziraphale is less rigid on timing, but he has a few different coats that he switches between. The background characters, on the other hand, wear the same outfits every single day. They walk by on the street but they never actually seem to have a destination. They sit in the coffee shop or pub and don't eat or drink anything, and nearly everyone leaves together exactly on closing time. It's eerie.
For reference's sake, here's a rough timeline of season 2, with pictures of Maggie and Nina's outfits to show the passing of time. I had to outsource this section because my post was too image heavy, lol. The main point I wanted to make is that five days go by.
Five days, and all the same faces keep showing up in the background, and almost none of them change their clothes. I'm not entirely sure what it means, but there's no way it's an accident. It might, in fact, be a game changer. To me this is proof positive that something is not as it seems. I've been a massive Clue skeptic, adamant that I'd only be convinced by the most unambiguous evidence, and honestly? This is enough to move the dials. It's too big for me to ignore. Whatever grand explanation of Good Omens we come up with has to account for this. I don't have it yet, but my current working theories are that Crowley and Aziraphale are under some seriously heavy surveillance, that time warping is involved, or that reality itself is not what it seems.
It would take a really long time for me to go through all of the background characters who turn up over and over but I do want to show you what I'm talking about. To wrap up, then, I'm going to pick out some memorable characters and walk you through a few of their appearances through the week. I highly recommend looking out for this yourself on your next rewatch and seeing how many other characters you can recognise.
Yellow Skirt
The first person I kept coming back to as being not quite right. You probably remember her from the first episode - she's the one who waves and walks past Maggie and Nina the night they're locked in together. Incidentally, she's also Person Number 3 in the scene with Shax.
Day 1 (2x01 - 36:20):
Day 2 (2x02 - 42:03)
Day 3 (2x03 - 06:36)
Day 5 (2x06 - 30:00)
Coolest Leather Jacket In The World
It's not so easy to recognise people wearing lots of nondescript dark colours, but I love his hair and his jacket, so he stood out to me. I think there might be a lot more people who are wearing fairly nondescript clothes who I just can't recognise from episode to episode.
Day 2 (2x02 - 16:44)
Day 4 (2x04 - 41:20)
Day 5 (2x06 - 29:20)
Dressed In Mustard
Ms Mustard shows up everywhere. If you want to see what I mean about their paths not making sense, pay attention when she comes on screen, because she'll often show up a few times in succession and walk very purposefully to nowhere in particular. The thing that she is doing, essentially, is behaving like an extra in a tv show. Which of course she is, but you're supposed to make that invisible by not having the same person go back and forth in the same scene, or changing up their outfit each in-universe day to give the sense time is passing. Not doing that is a really deliberate choice.
Day 1 (2x01 - 22:37)
Day 2 (2x02 - 42:03)
Day 3 (2x03 - 01:49)
Day 3 (2x03 - 37:07)
Day 5 (2x06 - 29:59)
Swishy Dress
This character shows up a lot in the first episode. I've struggled to find her in later episodes, though. None of the characters seem to follow the same patterns or show up to equal extents each day, which makes me think this isn't a straightforward time loop. I haven't actually cross referenced character appearances to in world times, though. Possibly this is a project for someone who's more across the time-related shenanigans than me.
Day 1 (2x01 - 22:43)
Day 3 (2x03 - 07:01)
Yellow Vest
I've only seen this guy a handful of times, always around the French restaurant. I wonder if there's significance to that.
Day 2 (2x02 - 41:06)
Day 4 (2x05 - 12:49)
Fuzzy Blue Coat
Another background character who shows up frequently. The blue doesn't stand out quite as much as the yellows and reds some characters wear, but it's very distinctive.
While we're getting a lot of shots of the street, it's worth noting that I'm pretty sure the vehicles we see are also just the same few cars repeating each day. A lot of them are in neutral silvers and monochrome, but there's a couple of blue cars, one red, and one black and white that I'm fairly sure I've seen over and over through the season.
Day 1 (2x01 - 22:45)
Day 2 (2x02 - 42:04)
Day 3 (2x03 - 02:00)
Day 5 (2x06 - 40:10)
Day 5 (2x06 - 48:56)
Day 5 (2x06 - 50:06)
One final note: Whatever this is, Nina's employee who you see in the background at the coffeeshop sometimes isn't affected by it. He's wearing different outfits each day. On the other hand, some of the other shopkeepers do seem affected. I'm fairly sure Mr Brown and Mrs Sandwich wear the same outfits a few different days, only changing because of Aziraphale at the ball.
And that's it! Thanks for reading and I hope your mind is blown as much as mine is.
EDIT:
Hey I don't mind anyone pointing out production reasons that this might be the case or disagreeing with my analysis (over-analysis, some might say 😉). Please be kind about it, though. I'm not ignorant of the practical limitations involved in film making, but some of these costumes were really distinctive in a way I thought might be intended to draw attention.
For those of you who do find this theory convincing, I feel I should mention that I was working under the assumption that this stuff would have taken a few days to film, even filming it all together. That would strongly suggest that the actors were deliberately costumed the exact same way over multiple days of shooting, which made me think it had to be purposeful. @coranax was kind enough to point out, though, that behind the scenes videos said the extras were filmed separately to the main actors because of Covid protocols. In that case, they could have done it in just one day and that weakens my confidence in its intentionality.
Finally, all of my points about the scene with Shax in 2x03 stand. That was not a case of accidental continuity errors, it was really elegantly choreographed to enhance the tension in the scene. I say that with confidence because the extras are doing exactly what Shax is doing: circling Crowley, appearing where he doesn't expect them, creating a whirlwind sense of being off balance and out of control. I think it's really cool and effective, whether there's a deeper meaning to it or not.
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For those with home related New Years Resolutions:
I’ve been a disabled homemaker for 5 years now so I wanted to share the resources that have helped me take our home from complete chaos to reasonably functional and enjoyable.
If you’re not functioning...
If you’re constantly tripping over things and getting injured, eating food that makes you sick, dealing with pests in the home, and struggling to complete basic tasks like feeding, clothing, and bathing yourself, then you should start with...
KC Davis aka StruggleCare aka DomesticBlisters
TikTok
Book
Podcast
Website
I recommend KC Davis’s stuff with a big heaping dose of “keep what works and leave what doesn’t.” She’s one of the few people I’ve seen talking about compassionate care focused on maintaining a level of personal functioning rather than maintaining a home. Her stuff has been very helpful to me during some very challenging times.
I think her some of her best work is probably her videos on the 5 step tidying process, the ones on setting up bedside hygiene and food kits, and the ones on dealing with DOOM (Didn’t Organize Only Moved) boxes.
That being said she has a tendency to use neurotype as a shield for not reckoning with other dynamics in a situation (gendered, narcissism, etc) when asked for advice by viewers which can lead to this “all people with neurodivergence are good” vibe which I find off putting (especially as an autistic person). I mention it because her bleh stuff was all I was coming across and I missed out on her good stuff for a while. It’s worth picking through though.
Her book is a little better on the whole.
If you’re functioning but still very overwhelmed...
If you can complete your daily activities of living pretty regularly but you’re still losing papers you need, rebuying items you didn’t realize you had, or looking around your home at a mess that feels impossible to clean, then check out...
Dana K White aka A Slob Comes Clean
YouTube
Website
Podcast
Books
I love Dana K. White’s stuff. Honestly, I recommend her to every level on this list but I think she probably shines brightest in this category.
Her 5 step decluttering process is pure fucking gold. It’s a decluttering process that doesn’t rely on feelings at all - really helpful for those with trauma or alexthymia generally. She has multiple videos explaining it and even more where you can watch her go step by step with someone over the course of an hour and make a huge dent in some very overwhelming mess. Its the process I’ve used to go through over 50 moving boxes to declutter so we could fit in this much smaller space we moved to in April.
Her day to day cleaning advice is also excellent. Her concept of dishes math has really helped me make decisions about what chores to focus on when I’m low energy. Her 14 Days to Opening Your Front Door series is amazing if you’re having to host for a given occasion but your home is a wreck.
If you’re not painfully overwhelmed by your stuff but there’s still a lot of friction in your home...
If your stuff doesn’t overwhelm you but your home still doesn’t feel that good to be in, you’re still not finding things when you need to or it’s taking you a long time to find them, you create homes for things but they look terrible or they never seem to stick, then you’d love...
Cassandra Aarssen aka Clutterbug
YouTube
Books
Website
Podcast
Clutterbug types were kind of a game changer for me. It’s what really opened my eyes to why the systems that worked for me did not work for my partner. She is a Bee - lots of small categories that are all very visible - and I am a ladybug - big bucket categories that aren’t visible. When I reorganized our space according to the compromise between our types, Butterfly - big categories and very visible - all of a sudden the systems just worked so much better. There were many fewer fights sparked by things not getting put away or not being able to find things. So I really recommend her videos on the different types and examples of each.
Quick word of warning, she does have regular videos about diet and exercise that I personally find pretty triggering to my disordered eating habits so I’m not subscribed to her and just check her channels every now and then so it’s easier to skip over videos where that might be a topic she talks about.
Cliff Tan aka Dear Modern
TikTok
YouTube
Website
Book
Cliff Tan’s work is the most recent of these resources that I’ve come across but holy shit I cannot recommend it enough.
Because my parents didn’t originally intend on my partner using the room she wound up using, there’s simply not space to keep some of the furniture and items in there anywhere else. Meaning she just kind of has to keep a fair bit of junk in there. But after watching (read: binging) the Dear Modern YouTube channel and seeing him completely change spaces by moving furniture around, I redid my partners room over the course of about 2 hours and it’s a completely different room. Way more comfortable and she’s already mentioned she’s getting much better sleep.
So I really really recommend his stuff. Sometimes what you really need isn’t new stuff but just rearranging what you already have.
If you’re pretty content with your home but want to streamline the process of caring for it...
If your home is pretty functional but regular tidying, deep cleaning, and maintenance tasks specifically keep falling through the cracks, then you might like...
FlyLady System
Website
The Secret Slob - YouTube
Diane in Denmark - YouTube
There are lots of systems out there for house keeping but I’ve yet to try or see one that seems to do better than FlyLady for me. Since with my illness my energy varies wildly, I don’t necessarily do things when her system recommends but I do them according to the priority her system ascribes to them as I’m able.
FlyLady is a notoriously convoluted website so I really recommend learning from a secondhand source. The Secret Slob and Diane in Denmark are my favorites.
Maintenance Lists
This Old House
There a lots of maintenance lists out there and honestly finding one and doing what you can is better than nothing. I personally like the ones from This Old House because they’re broken up into annual, seasonal, monthly, and some weekly tasks - which are essentially priority categories, similar to FlyLady. I’ve linked the winter one here but there are many others to pick through depending on what you want to work on.
Bonus: Paper Clutter
My System
Link
This is what I’ve arrived at after years of experimentation. It’s an amalgam of a few different ideas from different systems in one place. I keep mind on my fridge but put yours where ever you’re dumping paper anyways. If you’re in a room or live in a car/backpack - I have ideas on how to organize it for those in this post too.
Sunday Basket
YouTube Video
The Minimal Mom’s Video
She’s in Her Apron Video
Need something a little more robust? The Sunday Basket is probably be best version of a paper (and other stuff) system I’ve seen. Got something that needs dealt with? Chuck it in the Sunday Basket. The creator also has videos on long term paper storage ideas if that’s something you need as well. But her videos usually run an hour long so I recommend starting with either the Minimal Mom’s video or She’s in Her Apron’s video.
Bonus: Digital Clutter
PARA System/Building a Second Brain by Tiago Forte
YouTube Channel
Website
Book
Essential Video
The branding on this system can be very productivity tech wonk which is off putting to me but when I finally started hearing what was at the core of it and applying it - my digital life was changed. I’ve linked my absolute favorite video he’s done here. Ignore the bit about it being the last in the series, most of us are already using some note app and if you like it you can always go back and watch the rest. But just applying what’s in that video to your digital systems will make things easier to find.
Hope this helps someone out there!
#homemaking#housekeeping#getting your shit together#organizing#adulting#life skills#home#decluttering#studyblr
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What You're Missing (Part 1) ft. Huh Yunjin
Prompt: you are dating kazuha, who is lovely, but has been putting off having sex until marriage. enter her step-sister yunjin who offers you a taste of what you've been missing
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pairing: huh yunjin x male reader, nakamura kazuha x male reader
warnings: cheating
"oh fuck zuha..."
the sound of your moaned praise mixed with the vulgar sound that was already filling the room. the sound in question was that of your girlfriend, kazuha nakamura, bobbing her head up and down as she deep-throated your cock.
your hand rested on the back of her head, fingers tangled in her dark locks. however, you continued to let her work at her own pace as opposed to taking control and fucking her throat. this was all still relatively new to her and for better or worse you were willing to go at her speed as opposed to yours.
which, while the noble and right thing to do, was always a bit excruciating. there was an enjoyment in being the first to teach her certain things things; like telling her to pay attention to the underside of your cock or reminding her to play with your balls. it was sweet and there was value in going through these things together as a couple. you acknowledged that.
but well...
there were also times when you just wanted to get a nut off and the slow, leisure pace that kazuha worked at just wasn't cutting it. her head would bob slowly, almost tortorously on your cock. it felt good but there were times like tonight when you just wanted nothing more to be utterly spent. to have her eyes look up at you as she sucked your soul from your body. the imagery alone was enough to cause your cock to twitch in her mouth. the day she let you cum in her mouth and she swallowed it was the day you could finally die a happy man but the two of you hadn't even gotten to that point yet. for now it was only fantasy.
it was a process. despite your internal impatience you told yourself that. she'd be ready when she was ready and once she was you were sure it'd be a game changer. for now you just had to lay back and not think about it too much.
an hour later, you found yourself feeling restless. kazuha had fallen asleep peacefully next to you but your body refused to sleep. you had finished but it hadn't exactly been the euphoric release you were hoping for. as a result, you felt a desperate urge to go to the bathroom and rub one out just so you could get a goodnight's sleep. the only problem was that kazuha lived with her step-sister. honestly, you had only met her a handful of times and the idea of her hearing you or catching you defiling their bathroom was mortifiying.
so, in the end, you settled for making your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping the late night trip would clear the fog of horniess that still clouded your mind. if things continued like this it might be better off if you didn't spend the night. or, at least you would be able to go to sleep less frustrated.
"can't sleep?"
"jesus!"
a sudden voice cutting through the quiet of the apartment caused you to jump, nearly dropping the glass of water in your hand. you turned around, spotting the familar face of your girlfriend's step-sister in the dimly lit kitchen. "christ, yunjin. could you not sneak up on me like that?"
she grinned and gave a slight shrug, "it's not my fault you were so lost in thought that you didn't hear me coming. i wish i could say the same."
"what do you mean by that?" you questioned.
"'oh zuha! that's it! i'm almost there'" yunjin immitated in a moaning voice, her hand touching her neck.
it was during her little performance that you gave yunjin a closer once over. she was clothed only in a pair of pajama shorts that showed off plenty of her thighs and a white tank top that left no illusion of there being any support beneath them. by the time you looked up again the smirk and knowing look in her eye told you that she had caught you staring.
"see something you like?"
"n-no!" you quickly stuttered. "and i didn't sound like that!"
"you're right. you're acting was much worse," yunjin teased.
"i...i wasn't acting," you protested.
at least not fully. but you didn't have to admit that now. though whether you admitted it or not didn't seem to matter as yunjin crossed her arms over her chest, her breast pushing out slightly. she rolled her eyes before looking back at you.
"i know what it sounds like when a man comes. when a man really orgasms. what i heard tonight was not it," there was a definite tone in her voice, "but it's cute of you to do that for zuha."
that last part almost sounded mocking. feeling more defensive than ever your brows knitted together, placing down your cup of water. "you don't know what you're talking about."
"yes. i do. and you know i do."
yunjin took a step towards you. everything from her words to her demeanor was very matter of fact. but there was something else in there too. a lustful look that gave you a sense of trepedation. a look that said she just might swallow you whole if you let her. and a quiet part of your brain argued that you just might. fuck. stop thinking about it. yet despite your best thoughts, you could feel a stirring beneath your boxers. yunjin only grinned, moving closer as you were trapped between her body and the kitchen counter.
"i've been waiting for her to come ask me for advice but she hasn't yet. that must mean she thinks that she's doing a good job. or you've been telling her she has. either way it, clearly, isn't the case or this wouldn't be so hard would it?"
the this she was referring to was your hard cock which she now had in her hand, her fingers having snaked past the waistband of your boxers with ease. slowly she began to stroke your length, all while not breaking eye contact for a second. against your better judgement your cock twitched in her grasp. no matter how much the logical part of your brain yelled for you to pull up your boxers and run; the basic instinct in you couldn't help but note how good it felt.
"yunjin..."
"how long has it been since you've properly fucked something, huh?" she said, her tone getting more confident as she pumped your cock faster. "don't try to deny it, i know she's saving herself for marriage."
"t-there's nothing wrong with that," you managed to croak out in a low voice.
"of course there's not," yunjin laughed. "but where does that leave you?"
yunjin leaned closer, her voice coming out in a low whisper as her breath brushed against your ear, "when was the last time you felt a pussy squeezing around your cock?"
"oh, fuck."
your hips bucked, thrusting your cock into her grasp as she nibbled on your earlobe. it seemed like a simple enough gesture but the combination of yunjin pumping your cock; her body pressed flush against yours. and her mouth sucking on your earlobe turned out to be a heavenly combination. you tried to absolve yourself of responsibility, saying your body was just reacting this way because of how backed up you were. in reality, though, there was no denying that yunjin knew exactly what she was doing and it made a huge difference in the result.
"are you going to cum already?" yunjin taunted, your shaft throbbing in anticipation, "it took you twice as long as this to cum with zuha and she was using her mouth. tsk. you really need to send her to me for tips. i'll make sure she lets you cum in her mouth."
that particular comment sent your mind on a spiral. you imagined looking down and seeing zuha's lips wrapped around your cock as she vigorously bobbed her head back and forth on your cock. kneeling next to her was yunjin, holding kazuha's hair back and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. a mixture of instructions and vulgarities no doubt. as the image in your mind switched to yunjin sucking on your scrotum while zuha edged you towards orgasm, your grip tightened on the kitchen counter. your cock began to twitch, feeling completely different from what had happened earlier that night. when it finally hit your vision went white, a release like you hadn't had in some time washing over you.
"fuck!!"
your exclamation was louder than you intended but in that moment you didn't care. all you knew was pleasure and for a moment, your mind was blank.
as you opened your eyes and looked down you saw not the fantasy from your mind, but merely yunjin on her knees and wiping at the corner of her mouth. you had gotten someone to swallow your cum this night after all. just not nearly in the way you had imagined.
"holy shit..." you muttered.
"you came like a broken faucet" she commented, an amused tone in her voice. "my sister had you that backed up? that doesn't seem healthy."
you were speechless, not even able to muster a defense of your girlfriend. you were pretty sure if you let go of the counter your knees would give out at that point. yunjin, unphased, rose to her feet and patted you on the cheek softly.
"when you're ready to remember what pussy feels like, you know where to find me."
with that offer she turned on her heel and made her way out of the kitchen, presumably to bed. leaving you alone to ponder what the hell had just happened.
#lsfm smut#le sserafim smut#le sserafim x male reader#huh yunjin x male reader#huh yunjin smut#male reader#nakamura kazuha smut
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Now Im interested on the "What if the 3 Vs passed Reader around like a blunt"
I kind of meant it in like a "what if you were some weird shared friend/pet" but I've seen people HC that the 3Vs are poly, although we've never seen any canon confirmation of this and on the Instas it was always Vox who was Val's explicit partner
Although to be nasty I feel like Velvette would be fucked up enough to watch Reader get railed by Val and Vox. Like in some party scenario where you're with all 3 in their house and Valentino dopes you up or something, she's just like, recording you getting spitroasted on her phone
I usually imagine these sorts of scenarios as Reader meeting Val and then slowly drawing the attention of the others, although Vox really has grown on me and I hope we see more of him these last two episodes. Anyways i'm starting to like the idea of Reader meeting Vox first. Like can you imagine you get hired on as a coder or a programmer or a product developer, and he's patrolling the facilities or checking in on a specific project and that's when you meet. He either notices the quality of your work or your manager brings it up to him, or there's some massive metaphorical fire you put out (like that woman who saved toy story 2 from being completely erased because she had all the files backed up, something like that)
You and Vox get to talking, getting along, having similar tastes. He starts giving you different projects, ones he thinks are better suited to your skills (and also put you in closer proximity to him). Fucking liar is arranging shit like company calendars or company events where there are photoshoots JUST so he has an excuse to pose with you for a photo. I mean, it makes sense right? Why would you question your boss wanting to take a celebratory photo at the release of a huge product launch? And you're happy and feeling so respected and successful and being friendlier with him the more you settle into Hell and feel safer, and then I imagine Vox's way of being "obvious" is that he's like, easily nervous or a nervous laugher , I dunno. It's all preference but I like yandere/antagonists who keep their cool a little bit but then it's also cute when they fawn over you 🥰 like the people who know him see the way he laughs around you and they Instantly Know
But then, maybe Val is perceptive enough to notice, "hey why does my man keep taking photos with this one specific person". Like maybe Vox is trying to be slick with it and all the photos are group shots but Val notices that every single photo has you in it and some of the photos are for really minor events he knows Vox wouldn't normally care about. Vox slips up one day when you and him are "sharing a car to go to a company event" which totally isn't like a catered dinner that there are only going to be SO many people at, TOTALLY NOT an incognito date that you're complerely unaware of the intentions behind, and Vox has to stop in back home to grab something, or you get pulled inside for a moment just to wait, he's gotta grab a laptop or a flash drive and, suddenly here's Velvette, "Vox I'm borrowing your nerdy employee, I'm short someone and I need a model for something" and you're getting dragged away
Vox is freaking out thinking you got swiped by Val and he's zipping through the electrical lines in the house (the electro-teleportation shit really is SUCH a game changer), and he finds you trying on things with Velvette, "oh my gosh I've never worn something this nice before, thank you for giving me the opportunity to try it on ^^" and Velvette is so pompous that any praise goes right to her head, and now Vox gets to see you all styled in... whatever. Velvette waves a finger, "now you two match!" as she puts you in an outfit with Vox's aesthetic and color scheme, and she's doing it to tease the both of you but she IMMEDIATELY notices "oh hey Vox what's that look on your face >:3c does someone have a crush?"
SHE would be the fucking gossip who would tell Val honestly. Actually new headcanon lmao: the Vs rarely want to share you but will rat each other out for "having you" in a heart beat. Velvette and Vox hide you from Val, but any of them will gladly steal you from the other lmao. God, a yandere Vox who's lucid and tryna keep his behaviors under wraps, keep it to pictures, stalking and looking from afar, and then you have the other two Vs like SHOVING YOU at him as like, a joke to watch him squirm and blush. They'd be randomly bringing you along just to tease him and watch him sweat. Valentino hits Vox up for a date or a night out and the tv demon shows up and you're there too lmao
I feel like these three are the worst because they all have the capacity to be obsessed with your appearance. Velvette is an influencer, Vox is a TV mogul and tech CEO, and Valentino... obviously we don't need to comment on his penchant for having arm candy. All of them are obsessed with their appearance and their brand and one of them is literally a tailor with magical clothes changing powers. You could have something like the other two Vs show up while you're serving Val drinks and Velvette cocks her brow, "hey, why doesn't this one have a proper uniform?" And she just starts zapping you into different varying levels of exposed outfits that match the other employees at the strip club and Val's aesthetic just for kicks as the big man himself oogles you like a pervert and his boyfriend is pretending he's not interested but, his screen is totally turning red
Tbh I'm suddenly thinking of like, imagine thinking "your body is safe" because Val has never come onto you and, you aren't sleeping with anyone and, you get upset one night and do some self harming behaviors. Velvette or Valentino comes and demands you try something on or you get nonconsensually zapped into something and there are cuts hidden on your body. Velvette is furious because this affects how you look in her clothes and what she can dress you up in, Vox is you know concerned because idk I imagine he knows what it's like to be horribly insecure and feel like you aren't good enough, and Valentino probably loves having you constantly half naked and the self harm scabs? Not hot, babe. Obviously they're all upset over you hurting yourself but, these are occasional feelings on top of that
Ugh I dunno just. They all have power and influence and money and they're all crazy and I'm over here kicking my feet and twirling my hair with thoughts of being objectified in allllll the fun ways
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Guild Wars 2, as an MMO, was honestly an extreme game changer when it first came out.
Keep in mind, GW2 came out 11 years ago. While a lot of the things GW2 does now are commonplace among newer MMOs, GW2 was a trailblazer for a lot of it and still manages to hold an identity of its own. Prior to GW2, expecting a high quality MMO with no subscription fee was ludicrous. Sure, you had games like Maplestory or RuneScape, but while popular, they lacked the sort of polish you'd expect from a game like WoW.
11 years ago, most games with gathering basically had pvp gathering, where if you decided to harvest from the same node as someone else, you were effectively stealing resources from them. GW2 said fuck that and made each resource node individualized. This extended even further to other areas of play - someone helping you kill a monster doesn't result in less exp or loot for you, when doing an event everyone is able to get a gold completion as long as they reach a certain level of individual contribution, and even reviving people gave exp. This all contributed to a very friendly air about the game where in other games these actions were often adversarial, in GW2 these actions were all mutually beneficial.
When GW2 first came out, most MMOs had fairly simple combat. You often had to position yourself, but a hit was a hit. Being able to choose where you place your AoE was rare and most skills either required a target or purely existed to provide buffs. Skill shots were rare, and active dodging was unheard of. GW2 looked at combat and said "Okay but what if it was fun?". This was further enhanced by simply eschewing the traditional holy trinity of Tank, Healer, DPS in favor of Control, Support, Damage. There were clear analogs, but with no way of generating enmity and every possible build having some amount of self sustain, what would normally be a tank would focus more on disabling enemies and what would normally be a healer would focus more on general buffs. The GW2 trinity also allowed builds to dip into multiple aspects at once and most builds do a little of each even if they focus on one in particular. This made PvP more engaging as well! sPvP and WvW are both two massive areas of gameplay for GW2 and if it was combat standard for the time the game was released, both would have to function in massively different ways. GW2 remains my favorite game for PvP outside of FPS games.
Freely respeccing your characters was another thing GW2 brought to the table in a big way. FFXIV technically had it first, but given that ARR wouldn't launch until a year after GW2, I'd wager the two games had an equal amount of influence over newer MMOs adopting this sort of freedom in character building. WoW would not introduce free respeccing anywhere you want until 2016.
There is so much more GW2 can be cited for, from the way the world adapts to various events, to simply deciding that there wasn't going to be a gear treadmill and 80 is the max level forever, to the way it just gently guides you through leveling instead of sending you down endless amounts of quests.
Prior to GW2's release, whenever I talked about a new and upcoming MMO I was excited for, I would inevitably hear someone talk about how "Every upcoming MMO gets called the next WoW killer and none of them actually do it". I haven't heard that for about 10 years now.
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Sometimes I wish it was easier for me to express how I feel with words because I genuinely think it's impossible for me to adequately describe the effect that dimension 20 and dropout has had on me for the last half a year. Never have I ever had a hyperfixation that has genuinely become so all encompassing for me. Like I seriously don't know how to put into words how much I fucking love this show and how much I love the people involved with it. This year has honestly not been the greatest, if anything it's been kind of shitty. But whenever I think about the shitty things that happened this year, it just gets overshadowed by the overwhelming happiness I felt just watching another season of d20, or trying to introduce another one of my friends to dropout by showing them the Sam Says Game Changer episode. Whenever I was crying, or having a panic attack, or thinking that it had all gone to shit, I would put on an episode of Make Some Noise and I would laugh and I would feel okay again. Anyways this whole tangent was caused by the fact that junior year comes out in a week (OMG!!!!) and my 16th birthday is actually 2 weeks exactly after it comes out, and I think that's pretty cool. It's like I'm growing up with the Bad Kids, yknow??
T.L.D.R. I love Dimension 20 and Dropout so much. Like so much.
#dimension 20#dropout#fantasy high#intrepid heroes#burrows end#acofaf#the ravening war#mentopolis#the unsleeping city#acoc#neverafter#a starstruck odyssey#misfits and magic#fantasy high sophomore year#fantasy high junior year#game changer#make some noise#brennan lee mulligan#aabria iyengar
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I read several articles about the history of Black dolls when I was preparing my AG spam, and one of the consistent things that kept coming up was what a game-changer Addy was. There were only a few Black Barbies at Toys-R-Us, and Black baby dolls were pretty rare. Addy was finally a popular, easily-available, and high-quality doll that Black girls could have who looked like them.
And White girls bought her, too! I had an Addy! I a lot of ways, Addy was my first real intro to Black history.
Addy has earned a lot of flak for being “the slave doll,” but honestly, anyone who reads her books knows that she is so much more than that. She starts her story enslaved and makes a harrowing journey to freedom, and then learns how to live free. She goes to school, learns to read, and then teaches her mother how to read. She celebrates the end of the war and is able to reunite her family. She offers a counter-narrative to the 12 Years a Slave-style hopeless trauma porn that often comes with slavery stories, how brave Black people brought themselves to freedom and built a community for themselves. Addy helped this little White girl learn that Black lives matter and that Black history is important.
Living in Florida and seeing Ron DeSantis do everything he fucking can to censor Black history (if you don’t know about it, please take this moment to learn about the Rosewood Massacre), I’m really, really, really glad I had Addy and her books to be my entry way to Black history. It may have started with slavery, but it sure as hell didn’t end with slavery.
ANYWAY. Here’s a pretty great article about how Addy came about.
As far as her fashion goes, it’s all pretty accurate! I love that finally an American Girl has her hair up!
In the book, Addy receives her dress from a woman running a safe house during her escape from slavery. Even thought it’s relatively plain, it’s much, much, much nicer than anything Addy has worn before, and it really hits home how much better her life is going to be now that she’s free.
(ebay)
Fun lil fact: in the 90s the gourd was made from an actual gourd (I had the actual gourd!), which had a little cork stopper in it, but a crop failure (and Canadian import laws) changed it to plastic.
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very much enjoying the slightly pathetic yearning joe content, 10/10
here, have some more of him (18+ yada yada yada)
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More Than This
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
Friday. You weren’t meant to see Joe until Friday, after this gig he was going to go to near Brick Lane. He would text you and you would tell him you were home and he could come over if he really wanted to.
Those were the plans.
You'd rescheduled hanging out with James Hinge because Friday night you were meant to see Joe.
Friday.
Not Thursday ‘round dinner time out on the street in the day light.
What the fuck.
You’d walked out of work later than you were meant to and had shared a lift ride down with two of your colleagues that you actually liked - a couple, Sarah and Patrick. Met at work and decided to just… be each other’s person, got married and all. Unimaginable to you, but whatever. They were a good couple, properly chose each other, were good at communicating and still managed to work together fine. Wild, honestly.
You’d decided in that short amount of time in the lift to go for a meal together. They were planning on going for Mexican food and asked you to third-wheel along.
Sure. You had no real plans for dinner yet. Had eaten Joe’s stupid pasta the night before. You could accept Mexican food. Bitch and moan about your other colleagues for a little bit.
You could not accept walking past a busy smoker’s area that took up the whole pavement outside a pub and hear your name being called out.
You were in conversation, sort of complaining about your managers because bonding over bad management with your colleagues really healed the soul after a frustrating day, when you heard someone call your name.
You instantly knew who was trying to get your attention. Of course it was him. This was like, his turf, wasn't it?
For a moment, you tried to pretend you hadn’t heard him. Just kept walking, tried to listen to Patrick go on about what really annoyed him about his manager. It could’ve easily been the wind and the chatter of people in the street that made you hear things.
But then Joe placed the drink he was holding on the windowsill he was stood next to, left his cigarette in the ashtray there and took a few running steps out of the group of drinking smokers to catch up to you.
Called your name again, which made both Sarah and Patrick turn their heads.
Fuck.
“Hey,” Joe smiled widely and seemed genuinely excited to see you. Arms opened for a hug, but you didn’t really respond to them, so he ended up just awkwardly touching both your arms in greeting.
“Hi,” you smiled tightly with just the bottom half of your face.
What the fuck was Joe doing?
You would’ve accepted a quick wave, or even a finger prod in the side as you walked past him. A text, even! Just a quick, hey, I saw you, haha. But a chat? With Sarah and Patrick there? Joe made all of you stop walking and now seemed to want to actually talk.
No.
“How are you?” Joe seemed elated. Grinned all widely. All interested. Joe had never asked you how you were before.
“Did you like the pasta?”
“Oh, um... yea, it was fine, I guess,” the hesitation was thick in your voice, everyone could hear it. Your body language probably made people think you had no idea who this guy who’d just started talking to you even was.
You were also lying. The pasta had been an orgasmic life-changing sort of thing. The heating it up in an actual pan with a bit of olive oil was a real game changer. The microwave could fuck right off.
If anything, you were angry at Joe for giving you such a small little portion of it.
“Good! You going for drinks?”
“Um, no, we’re going to get something to eat, actually,” you pointed a thumb over your shoulder, wanted to turn around to keep walking, to signal that you were in a rush.
“Mexican.”
You prayed to whatever God was listening to your mental screams that Sarah or Patrick wouldn’t invite Joe to join.
Problem was that you weren’t in a rush, no matter how much you wanted to make it seem like you were. By now Sarah and Patrick had stepped close enough to make a little circle all together.
This was so weird.
Very awkward.
“Um, yea... this is Joe,” you felt you had no other choice at this point, kind of had to introduce him to your colleagues. You said it all slow, sounded insanely unsure of what you were doing as you pointed at Joe with a small finger, as casual as you could manage it. Joe was all big smiles, very polite, held out his hand to shake both Sarah’s and Patrick’s.
“Sarah, Patrick. Colleagues.” You nodded, lips pushed together in a tight line as you nodded. You raised your eyebrows and inhaled a deep breath. The uneasiness of it all was practically dripping off of you.
Sarah looked at you with a playful sort of confused smile, like she’d just found out the largest secret ever and was about to make fun of you.
“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone...”
You looked Joe straight in the eye when you answered Sarah, “I’m not.”
“We’re... friends? We’re friends.” Joe stared straight back at you as he clarified. The way he said it made it so fucking obvious what was going on, it made you narrow your eyes at him.
If he was going to say one more word...
A moment followed where Sarah and Patrick looked from you to Joe and back again as you just stared at each other, almost challengingly so.
Joe reached out an arm. Awkwardly touched you on your bicep where you looked at it.
“All right, have fun, enjoy your dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
He smiled, gave your colleagues a friendly nod and a polite smile before turning around and walking back to where he left his beer on the windowsill.
You said nothing. Just stared at him with a slight frown, mouth open in a confused sort of half smile. What the fuck was that?
Stupid.
Stupid it was that was.
Sarah loudly cleared her throat, and Patrick turned to guide you both back into walking towards the restaurant you were going to.
“You’re seeing him tomorrow?” Sarah asked.
“Um, yea, I might do,”
Please stop talking about this.
“Sounds like you’re seeing someone,” Patrick teased, and out of sight and earshot of Joe, you smiled more confidently at him.
“Trust me: I’m not.”
What followed was a dinner where you truly third-wheeled and you regretted saying yes to going with them. All they seemed interested in was your romantic life, wanted to know more about the guy that had just ran up to them, and why did Sarah recognise him? Did he also work in the office building? Why were you so fucking tense, he only asked you how you were doing, didn't he?
“He seemed very nice,”
“What about, I don’t know, changing your ways? Actually giving someone a shot,” Patrick offered.
“Like I gave you one,”
“Like Sarah gave me one,”
You sighed as your colleagues reached across the table to hold hands for a second. Gross. Made you grumble a bit as you dropped your shoulders and closed your eyes in frustration.
“Listen,” you started.
“Uh oh,” Sarah could barely withhold her laughter.
“I know I’m supposed to want to be in a relationship, to find happiness with someone, but, I'm plenty happy right now. If anything, I’ll just end up sad and alone and heartbroken with a bunch of his old T-shirts that honestly have no business being nearly the same size – they’re not even oversized on me, it looks so dumb when I wear one of his...” you stopped talking, cleared your throat. “Never mind. Relationships suck, they never work out.”
You saw how Sarah and Patrick made eye-contact.
“Not yours, though,” you quickly added. “Your relationship is great. You two are made for each other, it’s like, it’s the Disney type of magical stuff with you two, sort of sickeningly so,” you were definitely overdoing it. You tried to save it with, “I think you should make a sex-tape, really solidify the divorce never happening,”
Sarah released a loud laugh.
“Keep that for blackmail.”
“Would you–” Patrick tried.
“No,” Sarah immediately shot him down.
“You did theater in school right? I think you’d be good. I’d watch it.” you joked, got them laughing and swiped the whole topic off the table.
The rest of the evening had been filled with conversation about work. Just a lot of gossip and shit-talking, which was nice. Better than the focus being on that guy that you’d ran into.
That guy texted you the next night. It was past midnight, so technically Saturday, and you’d been trying so hard to stay awake. When Joe finally texted you, you felt like it was too late.
“omw rn nearly there”
“im asleep”
“thats ok ill be quiet”
Fucker made you smile.
“wont even know im there”
And then about ten minutes later, your doorbell rang.
You buzzed Joe into the building and sat on the edge of your bed for a second. You were already in pajamas, soft shorts and a matching short sleeved shirt, and stared at your wardrobe. Debated putting something else on for a second. Looked at yourself in the mirrored door and pulled at your hair. Maybe give that a brush through?
You ended up doing neither.
It was only Joe, and he was probably tipsy, if not a little drunk.
When you opened your front door, Joe was already there, and before you could even say hi, or throw him a bitchy comment about the time, Joe grabbed his chest and feigned a full heart attack. Groans and all.
You gave a deadpan stare from your doormat.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted, bent over now, resting the other hand on one of his knees as he looked up at you still clutching his heart. “Do you just get prettier every time I see you?”
So, definitely drunk.
When you didn’t really react to the theatrics, Joe suddenly straightened up and dropped his shoulders.
“Yea? You done?” you couldn't help the little giggle that escaped you.
“One day,” Joe stepped closer, grabbed you around the waist, “You’re going to accept a compliment for me, and you’ll swoon so hard,”
“Mhmm, I’ll swoon, will I?” you looked up at him and let him push you back enough to step inside.
“Mhmm,” Joe leant in, close enough to kiss now. “So hard.”
He was.
So hard.
Pressed it up against your lower stomach to let you feel it.
You didn’t even make it to the bed.
Joe kissed you, and then one of his arms worked together with one of yours to close the door behind him. There was a teeny tiny attempt from you to move towards the bedroom, but it was futile, because Joe turned you around and pushed you up against the front door instead.
Joe’s kisses were sloppy, sloppier than they usually were, and... you kind of just went with it. Were all sloppy too. You were tired anyway, and it was sort of nice to not put any real effort in. Just get tongue wherever.
Felt nice.
You didn’t bother using your hands to press against Joe over his jeans – they were already straining. Instead, it became a quick fumble to get him out of them, and whilst you yanked at that stupid belt once more, Joe pulled at the strings that held your shorts up.
“Never,” you spoke into a kiss, making you break from each other a second to look down, to see what you were doing and to speed up the getting your bottom halves undressed. “Call me your friend in public every again,” you finished, just before Joe got his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up, back firmly pressed against the door still.
“Okay,” Joe agreed easily. Would agree to anything you’d ask of him now, really.
“And don’t fucking shout– ah,” there he was, “Never shhh...,” it was difficult to speak suddenly, gravity forcing you to feel all of Joe without mercy.
Joe didn't move a second, and maybe it was so you could have a moment to finish the fucking sentence. It was more likely it was because of other reasons, but you used the moment of two bodies held still and in place to gather your thoughts enough to get coherent words out.
“Never shout my name across the street again, especially not when I’m with other people,”
“Okay,” Joe breathed the word into your mouth before attaching himself again. A quick kiss, because there was focus needed for what was going on down below and Joe had to both hold you up and start a nice pace of powerfully thrusting his hips into yours.
Hard work when sober. Harder work when having had a few.
“And don’t...”
You never finished what else Joe couldn’t do.
With your arms slung around Joe’s neck, and his strong forearms hooked under your legs, you were pounded against your door, and you were sure the whole fucking floor could hear you going at it.
Didn’t matter.
Your whole floor saw you invite different men into your flat a lot, and they very kindly always pretended they didn’t see. If you were to run into a neighbour tomorrow, you were sure they would also pretend they'd miraculously gone deaf after midnight and hadn't heard a thing.
You mewled as Joe’s lips found your neck, and instead of throwing your head back to give him more skin to mouth at, you were smart enough not to bang it into the door behind you. Instead, you let it fall forward where it rested against Joe’s shoulder, and where before you tried to somehow be lighter, work with Joe as he held you up, your whole body relaxed for a second. Just, went lax. Made Joe instantly push out a huff of air as he had to work even harder at holding you up.
“It’s always the neck,” Joe spoke softly around a breathy laugh as his hips stilled for a second. Went a lot slower for a moment.
“No it’s not,” you were disagreeing just to disagree.
“Yea it is,” Joe was quick to argue, “Right here,” and you felt your whole body tense up in preparation before Joe’s lips kissed you right where you fucking wanted him to. Made you moan loudly and made Joe kiss you harder.
Pace picked back up.
Inhales became short and sharp.
Altogether it lasted seven, maybe eight minutes for Joe to start whispering, “Careful, careful, careful,” which signaled he was close. Like that was your fault.
“No, keep going,”
You wanted Joe to come.
Kind of wanted to feel the shudders and spasms of the sweaty man that was still holding you up with both arms and, wait.
Wait.
No.
No, no, no!
Fuck!
The second you told Joe to keep going, you realized you’d forgone protection. Hadn’t even thought of it fucking once up until then. Condoms resided in the bedroom – of course you wouldn’t have thought to grab one in the fucking entryway of your flat.
Idiots. You were fucking idiots.
And Joe’d been drinking, was sort of drunk.
And you were exhausted, sort of drunk on lack of sleep.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, no, stop,” you pushed Joe with two flat hands against his chest and forced your legs down. “We didn’t... shit,” you felt panic rolling in as you felt Joe slip out – not because you weren’t on birth control. Unwanted pregnancy wasn’t the issue here.
Listen.
You weren’t stupid.
You were sleeping with several guys. Or, at least, there were like four other men in your phone who you’d totally let in if they texted you to see you were up still, you know?
Slut era. Feminism and shit. Whatever else terms made you feel fine and proud of how you decided to live your life.
Joe probably had his own roster too.
To keep things fun and flirty and all right down there, condoms weren’t a joke to you. You didn’t buy them just to have them close and then not use them. They weren’t there just for the pretence of feeling safe. It wasn't like when you bought office supplies and felt productive just from doing that, didn't even have to use any of it for you to feel all organised.
No.
The condoms were meant to do actual protecting. To actually be used.
Your body was about to move forward, to step around Joe towards the bedroom to sort of try to fix what needed fixing, get a condom quickly, but logically you were both aware it was already too late.
So instead, Joe undid your first little step away from him and pushed you right back against the door.
“No, we–”
Then he dropped to his knees.
“Oh... oh, okay,”
Slung one of your legs over his shoulder.
“Yea, that works, fuck,”
Made you come on his tongue in literal seconds. The fact that you heard him wank as he did really helped, which was surprising. New.
You’d also never had to clean sperm off of the bottom of your front door before, but here you were, on your knees. You know, first time for everything and all that.
“I don’t want to be like, maybe get tested, but...”
You fucking hated this conversation, but felt you needed to be a big girl about it as Joe had a quick clean up of whatever needed a wipe in your bathroom whilst you had a quick clean up of the front door.
“Maybe get tested?” his voice echoed slightly, and you were glad Joe seemed normal about it.
“Yea, I don’t think I’ve got, I don’t think there’s anything... but you know, if there was, I wouldn’t... I don’t want you–”
“Yea, no worries,”
Cool.
Okay.
Great.
Seeing Joe in public the day before had been more awkward than this chat just now.
Nice.
“Sorry for the mess,” Joe’s voice suddenly sounded closer, and you turned to look over your shoulder.
Stupid smirk.
“Your come’s very sticky.”
It was.
“All right. Weird compliment.”
Nose scrunch.
“Wasn’t a compliment.” You groaned as you got up, tired body in serious need of some rest now.
You got a head tilt and a smile from Joe as he got closer and grabbed your face with both his hands.
“I really do apologise,” he said, getting all close and looking you in the eye like a real weirdo.
“Eh, nothing a little Mr Clean won’t fix,”
You took a mental note to buy some tomorrow.
“About forgetting to use protection,”
“Oh,”
Joe leant in for a kiss. An impossibly soft one.
“But,” Joe spoke very softly. Kissed you again. Had you melt a bit, which was dangerous. Risky behaviour, all of this.
“Can I just say,” one of is thumbs rubbed at your cheekbone, at the skin under your eye as you blinked them open. “It was... very good.”
Joe had a look in his eyes that was... it was too much. Scared you a little.
“I think,” you inhaled sharply, then patted Joe on his cheek. Three taps, just forceful enough for him to squeeze an eye shut. “I think you’ve just drank a bit too much.”
Spell broken.
Joe huffed an annoyed breath that made you laugh as you let go of each other. He was right though - it had been very good. Was a nice change of scenery and change of pace for the two of you. You weren’t going to mention that though, obviously.
“Bye Joe,” you gave Joe a tired smile as you opened the door for him and gestured for him to leave with the other arm.
Joe nodded at you, eyes narrowed and tongue in his cheek.
“One day I’ll figure it out,” Joe said, stepping over the threshold. “Figure you out.”
“All right, good luck with that,” you shrugged with one shoulder and before Joe could even come up with a comeback, you said “M’kay, bye!” and shut the door.
You could hear Joe softly chuckle to himself before you heard him say, “I’ll text!” through the door, and then his footsteps disappeared down the hall.
You had a small little moment where you couldn’t help smiling all widely. All sort of... warm in the chest. You looked down and saw Joe’s evidence still there stained on your door.
Gross. But also, you weren’t going to lie... you felt a little proud. Had made that happen just by... just by standing there. Just by letting him get his mouth on you. Nice.
But then reality set in.
Shit.
You stupid, stupid bitch.
How high were the chances of contracting an STI from under ten minutes of stood-up sex, did you think?
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Ken Wakui could have created healthy, mentally stable characters honestly, ones that would communicate with each other easily but he chose the most toxic of them all.
So what ? You gonna tell me I'm wrong ?
He chose to create Mikey, who clearly has that soul crushing overwhelming guilt, the one that makes him think he doesn't even deserve to live, that everyone always ends up dying or wanting to kill him. And instead of coming to you, and having a decent conversation with you about his secret anxiety, that guy would just manipulate you until you're none but a puppet on his string.
-" You're my fucking Achilles heel, 'kay ? Tell me how the hell am I supposed to let m'baby go out without me ?"
The scars of falling in his lures wouldn't even be visible for you, as he brings you closer to him and holds you like there's no tomorrow, far away from anyone's eyes, he was still him, Manjiro.
-" I know I'm fucked up, but you'll stay, hm ?"
-" You'll stay with ya man, wontcha, love ?"
You gonna tell me I'm wrong?
He created Rindou, who feels like the strongest, the smartest, and anything else until Ran's in the equation. Don't get me wrong, he loves his brother from the bottom of his heart, yet alongside all that love and admiration, he had never felt... Enough.
Ran's flirty nature around you would get to him, and instead of coming to you and talking about his insecurities like a big strong man, this guy would just have you understand how much you need him.
-" Rin', please, please, please... " You whine, hands on his broad shoulders as you tried to ride his length, whilst he has his arms behind his head and watched you wearily.
-" Uh uh, baby, your man's not gonna help ya. Wanna see how this tight lil pussy can take my cock, show me, please ?"
And though his erection would be painfully hard, watching tears gathering in your lashes line so beautifully as you make a mess of yourself on him, he would smirk slyly, waiting until you collapse on him and beg him to fucking ruin you.
-" See? Who's gonna fuck you like me ?" He has you in a mating press, slamming his cock deep inside you until he has you crying his name. " No one's gonna treat my princess better than I can. Shit, babe, easy o'mme " he hisses, grinning discreetly with how your walls wrapped him in.
I'm deadly serious, these men are the most fucked up, don't even get me started with SANZU FUCKING HARUCHIYO.
Sanzu deserves a whole psychology book of his own, but a whole new pathology would be created the day he meets you. Yes at first he wouldn't even glance your way twice, too busy with Mikey anyway. But just the way you randomly smile whenever his eyes cross yours, and didn't even flinched the first time seeing him without a mask, just how you rushed to ask about him seeing some blood ( that wasn't even his ) on his shirt... That's a game changer.
Indeed because no one ever truly cared about him, not even his own family, so when you, a perfect stranger whom eyes shine with admiration whenever he walks in the room, show up in his life...
-" Haru, that's folly and you know it. " You argue, your wrists starting to hurt from all the rubbing against the ties . And you swore at some time, you've seen some genuine humanity flicker behind his blueish hues, one that was soon replaced by something more animalistic once he presses his forehead against yours.
-" I know, babes, I know... " His voice came in a hoarse whisper, making you swallow as his other hand roam higher up your bare thigh. "But I told you. Talk about that out of town job once again and I'll have ya tied to my bed, haven't I now ?"
Contrary to what you would think, his touches and kisses on your skin are feathery, light, pressing open mouth kisses on the skin between your thighs.
-" Shhh, easy, easy... swear I'm gonna take good care 'f my pretty girl, y'trust me ? Why the hell would i hurt the best fucking thing to ever happen t'me ?"
I could go like this all night, but I have to get up early tomorrow. If I need to end up on a quick note, I'll talk about Draken.
Draken and his insecurity of not being good enough, of losing you like he did to Emma. Understand, you're so nice, so smart and kind, so pretty, and what does he has for himself, if not sharp edges, rough manners and inappropriate actions ?
But Draken loves you, and he truly never felt that way, never had a girl, or anyone else steal his mind from gang fights and motorcycles like you do, but you do. And his ways are... Controversial.
-" Ain't ya gonna take all of me, pretty ?"
He gives slow, deep thrusts though he's only dying to fasten that pace, but he can't have you scared of his own strength, not yet.
His hands gently apply deep pressing on your waist, whilst his kisses lingering on your neck make you fall deep in his games.
-" I... " You hesitate, and he knows that, but as soon as he starts slowing down his pace a little too much, he has you crying for him. " Yes ! Yes, Ken, gotta take it... Gonna take your kids !"
There, he has you exactly where he wants you.
-" What a good girl I found myself, ain't ya ? Look at this pretty lil pussy tryna take all of my fucking cum, you gonna make me a daddy ? Stay with me whatever, yeah baby ?"
Yes, nothing better than breeding to make sure you would never leave him, right ?
Tsk, and people think these guys are healthy lol.
I'm not saying it's a bad thing.
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Ok I hate what Watcher is doing too but y'all can't say they aren't anti-capitalist if you're gonna say Dropout/Game Changer team is. I get the backlash but be consistent
I mean as a creator I get wanting to have full control over your content. But this just... Doesn't seem well thought out, even from a financial standpoint.
Anyways, still fuck YouTube. I kinda just wish creators had their own platform but I fear it would just go down the same way YouTube did
Edit: had some thoughts I wanted to add. I don't think this was done with ill intention. I don't consider it a betrayal of fans as much as a really bad mistake. I feel like there were much better ways to do this.
I don't agree with comparing it to Dropout in the sense that they had a lot to work with before making the jump.
But also they don't have as much as Good Mythical Morning. They can't upload near daily. They haven't been building up money consistently for years. Yes GMM uploads it's main content for free but the situation is different.
But there's a few things, in my unprofessional opinion, that made this clumsy and reckless.
The build up to this being a cool and hype moment when honestly it's truly somber to see YouTube fall from being a bastion for creatives and how capitalism gatekeeps creativity.
How sudden it was. This might have been quite a bit different if it was a slow transition to having some content on Patreon and going from there.
When. It's hard times for everyone right now. Not just us but them y'know? However I don't know these people or their financial situation so I can only give the benefit of the doubt. But dropping this so suddenly and with the current economic crisis.... This would be the result.
They're just too small, and have not nearly enough history as Watcher to pull this off.
Like it or not, in a capitalist society we're not entitled to free content. Because everything takes money to make. It takes money to breathe. To have quality of life. And creators do deserve to get paid for their work.
But in the end this justifiably broke the trust of viewers. Even with their justifications to make this jump the execution was poor and not well thought out.
Overall it's just depressing and worrying.
Keep in mind with yourself that a lot of creators are getting more and more fed up with YouTube. For good reason. It's another apocalypse for YouTube right now
Edit 2: also I just wanna say things can be bad idea without being capitalist. Shocker/s. Don't forget YouTube is the big cesspool company here. Watcher is 25 people. Wanting to be in control and have a consistent income to create without relying on an unreliable system isn't bad.
But the way they did it? Well you can see for yourself how it's going
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Shoot: Flaunt Magazine, Nov 2016, Article
Photographer: Dani Brubaker
Interviewer: Jon-Barrett Ingels
Grooming: KC Fee
Full interview, behind the scenes, outtakes & shoot photographs below. 👇🏻
Jett's Pedro's Shoots Masterlist
• Original images used in the magazine, including outtakes
• Full interview
Pedro and I drank coffee (he had tea) at a posh coffee shop in West Hollywood. I was slightly intimidated before we met because Pedro was in everything at the time. He was warm and charming and we had an Orange County connection.
Having played Oberyn Martell on Game of Thrones and Javier Peña on Narcos, I figured the Chilean-born Pedro Pascal must be dripping with swagger. But sitting in an ultra-hip WeHo coffee shop watching actors and models sip boxed water, I start to question my assumptions when an unassuming, doped up (recovering from a root canal), apologetic (he had a cold and urged me to wash my hands), and injured (possible herniated disk) Pedro Pascal walks in.
It makes sense that he is out of sorts - life has been nonstop for the last few years.
“I had 36 hours in Los Angeles before I went from Colombia to Beijing for nearly five months (shooting The Great Wall with Matt Damon), and then I went to do the second season (of Narcos]) and then there was overlap between the second season and Kingsman 2 (Kingsman: The Golden Circle with Colin Firth), which was in London.”
He told me the back injury probably originated on Game of Thrones.
“If you aren’t completely physically lame, they want you to do your own stunts. Whether it ends up on film or not, you’re gonna at least try. And they’re gonna film it. And you’re gonna fly off the wall. And they’re gonna put you in the harness. And you’re gonna do the flips. And of course these are all new big jobs for me so I am saying ‘yes’ to everything and it is fun at first and then it’s like, ‘Oh, I’m going to break.’
Pascal came to the States at a young age when his parents sought political asylum - a drastic transition from Pinochet’s dictatorship in Chile to the Californian suburban landscape of the late ‘70s.
“It’s really strange to me when I think about it in retrospect because, as a kid, that’s what was normal to me: completely unsupervised childhood with socialist political refugees. My dad was a doctor and he loved movies. He would take us to movies and we would watch loads of TV together as a family. That became my primary socialization, and the cliché of my wanting to be in movies from childhood.”
Pascal started his studies as a self-proclaimed “drama nerd” at Orange County School of the Arts where he was classmates with Dante Basco (Rufio, for everyone over 30).
“When I moved to Orange County, I didn’t fit into the Newport Beach crowd and I didn’t have friends for a while so my consumption of movies became more sophisticated and more gracious. I started renting classics and I started reading plays so when I started at OCSA, I already had a head start because I had read so much.”
Having moved to New York to continue his studies, Pascal began auditioning after college, waiting tables in-between small parts in plays, TV shows, and independent films. His paradigm shift happened when he was cast as Oberyn Martell on Game of Thrones, quickly becoming a fan favorite on one of the most popular shows on television.
“I knew early on that Thrones was a game changer. My primary concern was just to service it and not fuck it up. Only because I watch it - I’m such a viewer. It initially really pissed me off because it was a part that I didn’t think that I would get. It was absolutely clear to me that those parts are rare. I remember when getting a guest spot on Law & Order felt like it changed my life at the time. The idea of being employed changes your life in this kind of work. It may never happen, but it can happen any time.”
Looking into the vast future of his career, Pascal mused on what opportunities he dreams of.
“I don’t know what a dream job is, honestly. I know what a dream experience is. Maybe, coming to certain kinds of work a little later in life makes you care a little more about the experience than the actual job. The idea of getting to work with friends or doing something that I have a really good time doing, that’s the dream job. I’m not trying to be noble in my answer at all. I mean it. I really do.”
With that, Pedro Pascal flashes a smile, shakes my hand, and says goodbye, before first reminding me to wash my hands - the man is, after all, sick.
Jett's Pedro's Shoots Masterlist
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Just watched the whole game changer battle royale and fucking honestly Jake wysocki is so special it’s like stupid how happy I am for him in this life now wtf
#I watched make some noise first and he was always in my top 2 from that with vic but man#it’s a new level on game changer fucking just what a sweet funny lovely guy#jacob wysocki#game changer#dropout
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