#personal rankings
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I did the Community episode sorter. According to the sorter these are my top 10 episodes.
1. cooperative calligraphy (2.08)
2. mixology certification (2.10)
3. contemporary american poultry (1.21)
4. physical education (1.17)
5. emotional consequences of broadcast television (6.13)
6. virtual systems analysis (3.16)
7. origins of vampire mythology (3.15)
8. foosball and nocturnal vigilantism (3.09)
9. regional holiday music (3.10)
10. accounting for lawyers (2.02)
sounds about right.
Full ranking behind the cut - some rankings may shock you.
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1 cooperative calligraphy (2.08)
2 mixology certification (2.10)
3 contemporary american poultry (1.21)
4 physical education (1.17)
5 emotional consequences of broadcast television (6.13)
6 virtual systems analysis (3.16)
7 origins of vampire mythology (3.15)
8 foosball and nocturnal vigilantism (3.09)
8 regional holiday music (3.10)
10 accounting for lawyers (2.02)
11 pillows and blankets (3.14)
12 studies in modern movement (3.07)
13 paradigms of human memory (2.21)
14 basic email security (6.06)
15 messianic myths and ancient peoples (2.05)
16 abed's uncontrollable christmas (2.11)
17 advanced dungeons and dragons (2.14)
18 critical film studies (2.19)
19 basic rocket science (2.04)
20 for a few paintballs more (2.24)
21 epidemiology (2.06)
22 early 21st century romanticism (2.15)
23 intermediate documentary filmmaking (2.16)
24 basic rv repair and palmistry (6.10)
25 social psychology (1.04)
26 anthropology 101 (2.01)
27 introduction to film (1.03)
28 romantic expressionism (1.15)
29 beginner pottery (1.19)
30 curriculum unavailable (3.19)
31 course listing unavailable (3.18)
32 urban matrimony and the sandwich arts (3.12)
33 applied anthropology and culinary arts (2.22)
34 basic crisis room decorum (6.03)
35 the science of illusion (1.20)
36 spanish 101 (1.02)
37 basic lupine urology (3.17)
38 home economics (1.08)
39 modern espionage (6.11)
40 bondage and beta male sexuality (5.07)
41 environmental science (1.10)
42 advanced advanced dungeons and dragons (5.10)
43 a fistful of paintballs (2.23)
44 aerodynamics of gender (2.07)
45 celebrity pharmacology (2.13)
46 communication studies (1.16)
47 intro to political science (2.17)
48 advanced criminal law (1.05)
49 vcr maintenance and educational publishing (5.09)
50 introduction to teaching (5.02)
51 asian population studies (2.12)
52 documentary filmmaking: redux (3.08)
53 digital exploration of interior design (3.13)
54 geothermal escapism (5.05)
55 advanced safety features (6.07)
56 modern warfare (1.23)
57 introduction to statistics (1.07)
58 analysis of cork-based networking (5.06)
59 cooperative polygraphy (5.04)
60 ladders (6.01)
61 competitive wine tasting (2.20)
62 biology 101 (3.01)
63 remedial chaos theory (3.03)
64 interpretative dance (1.14)
65 comparative religion (1.12)
66 investigative journalism (1.13)
67 intro to recycled cinema (6.08)
68 the psychology of letting go (2.03)
69 football, feminism, and you (1.06)
70 conspiracy theories and interior design (2.09)
71 custody law and eastern european diplomacy (2.18)
72 competitive ecology (3.04)
73 horror fiction in seven spooky steps (3.05)
74 geography of global conflict (3.02)
75 pilot (1.01)
76 contemporary impressionists (3.11)
77 cooperative escapism in familial relations (4.05)
78 herstory of dance (4.08)
79 advanced documentary filmmaking (4.06)
80 advanced gay (3.06)
81 basic human anatomy (4.11)
82 the art of discourse (1.22)
83 english as a second language (1.24)
84 the politics of human sexuality (1.11)
85 debate 109 (1.09)
86 app development and condiments (5.08)
87 basic intergluteal numismatics (5.03)
88 repilot (5.01)
89 grifting 101 (6.09)
90 basic genealogy (1.18)
91 digital estate planning (3.20)
92 intro to knots (4.10)
93 g.i. jeff (5.11)
94 paranormal parentage (4.02)
95 history 101 (4.01)
96 economics of marine biology (4.07)
97 introduction to finality (3.22)
98 the first chang dynasty (3.21)
99 advanced introduction to finality (4.13)
100 basic sandwich (5.13)
101 basic story (5.12)
102 wedding videography (6.12)
103 queer studies and advanced waxing (6.04)
104 pascal's triangle revisited (1.25)
105 lawnmower maintenance and postnatal care (6.02)
106 laws of robotics and party rights (6.05)
107 heroic origins (4.12)
108 conventions of space and time (4.03)
108 alternative history of the german invasion (4.04)
108 intro to felt surrogacy (4.09)
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My personal ranking for the Eurovision Grand Final:
Belgium: it's my favorite song. They definitely got fucked over by the sun's LED display not working, so the stage show is missing some of the imagery I think they wanted, but it's still absolute quality and one of the most technically difficult songs to sing. I'm hoping for a good jury result, but not much else :/
France: folktronica is one of those genres you basically only get at Eurovision and I love it. It's fun. It's culturally relevant. The stage show has a lot to look at. I adore this.
Spain: that choriography! And she's singing full out nearly the whole time!
Lithuania: love the vibes. Some songs get an audience singing and clapping. This one makes you sit down and shut up because you are too mesmerized to do anything else. Not many people talk about this one, but I think they should.
Serbia: if you saw the semifinal performance, you hear how thunderous the clapping was during the chorus. If this doesn't finish top 10, there will be riots.
Australia: pitch perfect vocal. Beautiful song. Beautiful message. Beautiful man in a beautiful dress. *chef's kiss*
Norway: it's fun, it's stupid, and I love it
Greece: beautiful song. I don't get the melting chairs but honestly, whatever.
Portugal: those harmonies tho.
Netherlands: not a lot to see in the stage show, but it's a very pretty song
Poland: his voice is great. The staging is a bit dark, but I like it anyway.
Czechia: fun song. Fun performance. She fixed up those vocals that had been off in the prepaties, and I'm happy to see this song in the final
Romania: it's fun. It's dancy. I like it.
UK: sorry to my one british mutual who is over the moon about this song. I'm not big on songs that are all falsetto like this. Gimme the range. This is comparatively low for personal taste reasons, but it is a good song and I do sing along when it is on.
Moldova: the song isn't amazing but they are having so much fun and I'm happy they qualified.
Estonia: not my genre but it's well done
Ukraine: still very uncomfortable about the two guys with the fake dreads. The song is catchy and well composed, but I just don't love it, and there are a lot of songs here that I do love. I expect them to finish on the left hand side, but this is where they are for me just evaluation the song and not the political context.
Sweden: nice enough, but I don't love her voice or the staging particularly. 0 idea why this is in the favorites to win, but here we are I guess.
Iceland: lovely and melo, but I do admit that I forget about it sometimes.
Azerbaijan: the staging elevates it a lot even if that first part gives me a knee-jerk "why would you lay down on the bleachers" reaction lol. I wouldn't have put them in the final, but they're here.
Armenia: this must be spectacularly boring to watch live, but the song is kinda cute.
Italy: those high notes just sound like so much work, and aparently the dress rehearsals have been a mess.
Germany: it's just a bit boring.
Finland: still find them annoying, but at least they are having fun.
Switzerland: do I even have to expain this one?
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current ranking
it will definitely change after the contest, but here it is. no funny comments yet :(
Italy
Estonia
San Marino
Georgia
Romania
Moldova
Finland
Albania
Lithuania
Ukraine
Montenegro
Netherlands
France
Poland
Austria
Portugalia
Norway
Cyprus
UK
Belgium
Switzerland
Sweden
Latvia
Czech Republic
Iceland
Croatia
Armenia
Slovenia
Germany
Greece
Australia
Azerbaijan
Ireland
Malta
Serbia
Macedonia
Bulgaria
Denmark
Spain
Israel
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JSTOR Wrapped: top ten JSTOR articles of 2023
Coo, Lyndsay. “A Tale of Two Sisters: Studies in Sophocles’ Tereus.” Transactions of the American Philological Association 143, no. 2 (2013): 349–84.
Finglass, P. J. “A New Fragment of Sophocles’ ‘Tereus.’” Zeitschrift Für Papyrologie Und Epigraphik 200 (2016): 61–85.
Foxhall, Lin. “Pandora Unbound: A Feminist Critique of Foucault’s History of Sexuality.” In Sex and Difference in Ancient Greece and Rome, edited by Mark Golden and Peter Toohey, 167–82. Edinburgh University Press, 2003.
Garrison, Elise P. “Eurydice’s Final Exit to Suicide in the ‘Antigone.’” The Classical World 82, no. 6 (1989): 431–35.
Grethlein, Jonas. “Eine Anthropologie Des Essens: Der Essensstreit in Der ‘Ilias’ Und Die Erntemetapher in Il. 19, 221-224.” Hermes 133, no. 3 (2005): 257–79.
McClure, Laura. “Tokens of Identity: Gender and Recognition in Greek Tragedy.” Illinois Classical Studies 40, no. 2 (2015): 219–36.
Purves, Alex C. “Wind and Time in Homeric Epic.” Transactions of the American Philological Association 140, no. 2 (2010): 323–50.
Richlin, Amy. “Gender and Rhetoric: Producing Manhood in the Schools.” In Sex and Difference in Ancient Greece and Rome, edited by Mark Golden and Peter Toohey, 202–20. Edinburgh University Press, 2003.
Rood, Naomi. “Four Silences in Sophocles’ ‘Trachiniae.’” Arethusa 43, no. 3 (2010): 345–64.
Zeitlin, Froma I. “The Dynamics of Misogyny: Myth and Mythmaking in the Oresteia.” Arethusa 11, no. 1/2 (1978): 149–84.
#alphabetical order. im not ranking them#i still have two more froma zeitlin essays to read (one new and one a reread) in the next few days though#and its possible one of those might knock amy richlin off the rest (nothing personal; its a great piece just not my area)#but if im willing to have two things by the same scholar i would have to rethink including grethlein 'the poetics of the bath in the iliad'#some of my favorite articles/book chapters of the year are not on jstor though...#bill beck 'lost in the middle: story time and discourse time in the iliad'!!!#and lyndsay coo has a 2020 chapter updating and expanding this 2013 article that is 🔥🔥🔥#and of course judith mossman 'women's voices in sophocles' which is what send me to garrison 1989 and rood 2010 but is not itself on jstor#i also reread some of melissa mueller's objects as actors book which is wonderful as always#and i would be incredibly tempted to put william m calder iii's tereus article on a top ten list for sheer entertainment value#jstor wrapped#mine
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npmd is special to me because its the first starkid musical where every single song has hit beautifully with me. like im replaying all of them and i dont skip ANY it’s that good standing ovation for jeff blim everybody
#ok.. maybe thats a lie i do skip bully the bully/bury the body on occasion#but only because of personal taste matters!!#the rest speak to me so much yum yum#its genuinely hard for me to rank them#npmd#nerdy prudes must die#starkid
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me: so i've gotta do a thing about a book coming out and it's fine but also i asked the author for an advance reader copy of the book since im quoted in it
my therapist: wait you're in a book? why?
me: oh you know, the whole The Dress thing
therapist: ...cates. im sorry, i have to derail this session. you were responsible for The Dress? like, that was you?? your post is the one that went viral???
me: yes? wait. WAIT. have i never mentioned this in the 2.5 years i've been seeing you??
therapist: CATES, NO YOU HAVE NOT. WHAT?? i've got a lot of questions and sorry but this is what we have to talk about right now because while i'm curious it'll also provide, like, SO MUCH context for how you feel about your career and identity of being a Person who Works on the Internet.
#personal#therapy is so great y'all#you get to do things like tell your therapist how you broke the internet#and how the resulting fallout was only the second worst targeted harassment campaign you've ever been subject to#'you can RANK your targeted harassment campaigns?' 'haha yeah'
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obviously we all love both of these weeks passionately, but if you had to choose one to be your favorite, would it be:
#k talks#fat bear week#shark week#personally i prefer fat bears BUT i would argue that the act of ranking them creates and imposed an artificial hierarchy that is not okay#ALL bears are beautiful#but so are all sharks. so you see my problem
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I'm Only Flesh and Blood
(König × Reader)
[Dead dove: do not eat | MDNI]
TW: rape, non-con, imprisonment, death, violence, overall dark theme
(I don't know why, but this song just resonates with the story, not because of the lyrics, but the way he sings it.)
You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
You didn't realize there was a war on the horizon, before it all fell down upon the city.
Between the rumbles and the upstanding pillar, you coughed as the dust surrounded you.
You screamed for help, as the shattered walls trapped you in, leaving no space for you to move. You did it over and over again, until your throat scratched. Yet no one came to rescue, no one heard you scream.
When the night fell, you curled up your body, trying to find warmth in the harsh structures. There's no light that could reach your place, you only knew if it's daylight when the temperature rose up slightly, although it soon blurred as you lost track of time.
You were starving, your lips were cracked and split open. You thought you'd die like this, until you heard a heavy stomp of a boot.
There was a sound of a man shouting above you, and a heavy thud soon followed. You didn't have the energy to speak, as you watched a little light come through the rubbles. One by one, the wreckages were lifted, and you winced at the glaring light upon you.
There's a shout, and more shouts followed after in a language you didn't understand. You covered your eyes to see a soldier stretched his hand to you. Just like a fool, you reached up to him.
The event that unfolded between the rescue and the medical help was fuzzy in your memory. What you knew was, you woke up in a cold room, with men in uniform by your bed.
They asked you your name, and basic questions that you weakly answered. After they wrote it all down, you heard them mumble the word 'foreigner'.
"Where am I?" You asked them with a hoarse voice.
"Hospital." One of them said, before they both left the room.
Your brows furrowed, as you sensed something's off, but can't pinpoint what it was.
When the doctor declared you've made a full recovery, you were immediately brought to a different building. The man took you to an office, where a hunched figure in a mask sat at the desk.
He shooed your escort with a wave, and he left the room without a sound. Leaving you with the big man.
"What's your name?" He asked with a strange accent.
"(Name)." You responded.
"They said you're not from here." He stood up, and you witnessed the full glory of his height, "Visiting?"
You slowly nodded, nothing to add.
He shot you a sneer, as he walked closer to you, "You didn't know there was a conflict?"
"No," You lowered your head, "I thought it was safe."
You saw his polished boots as he stood in front of you, before he lifted up your chin so you'd face him.
"You're lucky you're inside the ruin, you know." He began to speak with malice slowly dripped out of his mouth, "Your kin were mostly dead or imprisoned. The women were raped, and the men were skinned alive. But you're still alive. You must be lucky."
The grip on your jaw became harder, and you whimpered, both from fear and the pain.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
He let go of your face, and you immediately took a step back with your legs trembling. Your gaze was down, and you couldn't see the smile on his face. He walked past you, and you heard the door open, before a soldier took your hand and led you through the hallway.
In the other room, you met several girls with the same expression as yours—scared, confused, unsettled. You stood beside one of them, and watched as the soldier left.
The girl turned to you, asking your name.
"It's (Name)."
"Oh." She responded, "Where were you from?"
You told her the name of your hometown. "You?"
"I lived in the neighboring country." She smiled, "I'm Nina by the way, nice to meet you."
You returned the gesture.
"Do you know why we're here?" You asked.
"I'm not sure." She said as she rubbed her neck, "But I overheard the soldiers referring to us as flowers, I'm not sure what that means."
"Flowers?"
"Pretty flowers, in fact." She clarified, "One of them even said exotic ones. I just hoped it's not what I think it is."
You opened your mouth to reply, but the conversation was interrupted by the opening door.
There's a man striding from the door, and stopping on his track to see the people in the room. He scanned them one by one, before he turned to the soldier on his side.
"Which one is the Colonel's girl?"
The soldier looked at you, before leaning in to whisper.
"Hmm," He let out a displeased grunt, "Well, take her away then. There's no point in choosing her when she's off the list."
The soldier said something to him, but he dismissed him.
"I don't care, take her away."
He pressed his lips together before he nodded.
"Come." He said to you, and Nina immediately grabbed your hand.
"Don't go." Her eyes were wide as she told you, and you were alerted by the fear in her face. But you didn't have the time to process it, as the man ripped you away from her, dragging you out of the room.
"No—" You tried to protest, "Let me go."
He stayed silent, while his hand was planted on your arm.
"Where are you taking me?"
"None of your business."
"It's my business to know."
"Shut up."
The two of you arrived outside, where he quickly called a car to the lobby. As the car parked, he opened the rear door and shoved you inside.
The door was already closed by the time you shouted at him.
The whole ride was silent, as you bit your nail, trying to make sense of the situation. You tried to look out the window, figuring out where the driver's taking you. Though you found nothing, not a single clue.
It took perhaps 15 minutes before the car parked in front of a house—a big house, in fact. At the front door, you met another man in military uniform. He didn't say much as he let you in, before locking the door behind.
It took a minute for you to process what happened, before you knocked on the door, asking why you're here. Again, you received no answer.
Deciding it's not worth the time, you began to roam around to find a way out.
It's a two-story house, with a big dining hall and equally big kitchen. It has a study room, and a meeting room right beside it, the two rooms were connected by a door. They looked like they've been used recently.
Upstairs, you found the bedrooms, as well as the bathrooms. There's a door leading to a balcony, but it was locked.
When you came back to the first floor, you tried your luck in the study room. It was full of papers, and you skimmed over it. But it's all written in a language you didn't understand, so you decided to move to the drawers. But as you bent down to reach the handle, you heard an unmistakable voice coming from the door.
"Don't touch that."
You lifted your head to see the same man you met in the office. He was leaning on the frame with his arms folded, watching you intently behind the mask.
"Curious, aren't you?"
You looked down to avoid his stare, "I'm sorry."
He took the time to examine your face, before he spoke, "I was planning to take you home with me, but it seems like my lieutenant sent you away without my permission."
"What do you want?" You asked him through gritted teeth, "You're not planning to send me back home, aren't you?"
He smirked, "Clever thing." He said, "Do you really wish to know that?"
You kept your glare at him as he explained.
"You see, you're still officially missing, and it's not our job to report every single person we found." He walked toward the bookshelves with his hands on his back and his chin up, "So if we found someone, it's our right to keep them."
He pulled a file from the shelves, and threw it onto the table.
"It's yours." He told you, "Go on and read it."
You looked at him with disdain, before you flipped the file open. There, you found all of your private information—the copy of your and your parents' IDs, your bank accounts, and detailed information about your background. Although it's written in German, you knew it from the written dates and a few familiar names.
"Do you understand now?" He spoke in a low tone, "You have no choice."
He left the room as you froze on the spot, unable to bring yourself together. The soldier by the front door took you to a bedroom and locked the door behind as ordered. Leaving you alone, at a loss.
You stared blankly at the window, and took notice how it's screwed shut. Even if you were to break the glass, it's already lined with railing. The same applied to the small window above the toilet, and you saw no possible way out in the bathroom too.
Maybe you could open it with something, something that resembles a screwdriver.
When the sun had set, you heard the lock turned, before the soldier entered with a tray and a jug of water. He set them down on the nightstand, before leaving without a word once again.
You looked at the food, and you had no appetite despite your stomach growl. You didn't touch the plate, but filled up the glass with water. That was it, that's your dinner for that day
At night, you couldn't sleep. You could hear the clock ticking, reminding you that you're still here. Pretty much alive.
20 minutes past midnight—you knew it from the toll of the grandfather clock outside—you caught the sound of the door opening, then closing. It came from the room beside you, the master bedroom.
That night, he spared you from the dreadful ordeal of sleeping together. But your luck was running thin after the third day of your stay.
You were laying on your bed with your thoughts, before the door of your bedroom opened. Your blood ran cold, as you heard a heavy step entering the room, and went towards your place.
The blanket rustled, as the man slipped inside. He settled into the bed, before pulling you into his chest.
Your heart beat hard against your chest, and you began to feel yourself sweating. You knew Fortuna frowned at you when he slid his hand under your neck, pressing his fingers on your pulse.
"You're still awake, aren't you?"
You bit your lower lip, and slowed down your breathing. All was an useless attempt to calm you down.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you tonight."
You took a sharp breath as you caught the meaning of it. It made him chuckle, as he buried his face into your nape.
"But if you try something funny, I can't guarantee that to you."
Your body turned cold when the words left his mouth, to the point that you stayed still, petrified by the threat.
He did keep his promise, as he fell asleep right by your side. Perhaps if you're a bit braver, you could lift his hand and escape that night, but his words hung on your head, as if it's a guillotine that'd fall on you if you moved an inch.
You didn't sleep that night. Drowsiness only came to you after hearing the birds singing, signaling the first arrival of the sunray. And you were too tired to notice the way he stirred, as it went closer to his waking hour.
In the afternoon, you found yourself alone in bed, with the door locked, and the breakfast on the table.
You survived that night, but it didn't mean you'd make it on the other days.
Unfortunately, it came sooner than you prayed.
It was your fault, you were careless. You thought he wouldn't pay any mind to a missing cutlery, but he did.
At the dinner, he asked you to accompany him at the dining table, and you sat there, blissfully unaware of the impending torture.
As you chewed the tender steak, he announced his concern about the lack of butter knife in the dishwasher.
You stopped at your track, as your body tensed up. The meat stayed in your mouth, as your throat tightened up, closing your chance to swallow.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" He asked with a cold glare, "Did you think I'm stupid?"
You kept your gaze to the plate, as the alarm blared in your head.
"Answer me!" He slammed his fist on the table, and you flinched away in fear. The reaction caused you to choke, forcing you to cough out the meat into the napkin.
"I'm sorry." You whimpered, while gripping your hand so it would stop shaking. "I'm sorry."
For a moment, you thought the time had stopped for you. Until you heard the chair moved, and he stood by the table.
"Hands on the table." He retorted, and your body obeyed him without delay.
You jumped when he threw away your plate, sending it and the cutleries to the floor as it shattered upon the contact. You began to feel unsteady, as the panic was rising from your chest.
He stood behind you, and you trembled as you heard the sound of a zipper.
That was the day you found that he'd use sex as a punishment.
He made sure that it hurts, and left you bleeding, he'd render your legs useless by bruising your hip and insides, as he rammed his cock against your core. You screamed at him, begging him to stop, but he kept going until he ripped the orgasm out of you. By the time he finished, you're entirely spent, as you curled up on the floor.
In daze, you felt yourself being picked up, before laid down on the mattress. Leaving you wondering about it in the morning.
He was cruel, but he took you to the bedroom instead of leaving you. He was merciless, but he bothered to put a few medicines on your tray.
You didn't understand him, and you didn't like it one bit. You had a hunch that it couldn't be that simple—that he felt guilty, or he felt the need to take care of you.
To your disdain, he continued to do it for weeks. He helped you up, and gave you the medicines every morning. He kept it as a routine, until you could stand on your feet again.
While your body's recovered, the phantom pain still throbbed between your legs. Reminding you of the consequences for your misbehavior.
The memory of it kept you in line, as you unconsciously complied with his demands.
That was, until his demand became more outrageous.
It seemed that he was testing you—putting you through unnecessary trials of whether you would obey him or not. He'd put a choker on you. He'd ask you to get on your knees, and put your head on his lap. He'd tell you to sing, while his finger slipped inside your panties. He'd place you on his desk, and told you to spread your legs while he watched you pleasure yourself. He'd force you to watch an erotica without your pants on, so you'd leave a stain on your chair. He didn't ask for sex, but what he requested was way more improper, to the point that you felt dirtier after doing it.
And he seemed to be pleased by it, he delighted in your humiliation.
He also got off on your fear.
He'd play a cat and mouse game with you, and he'd scream threats that'd set you running. He knew you're scared of him, and he used it to his advantage. And when he caught you, you'd be forced on your knees as he shoved his cock into your mouth.
You're aware that there'd be an escalation from the moment he declared he'd take care of you, but you weren't prepared for the level of depravity he possessed.
The way he'd threaten you with sex, and soothe you with aftercare, it was too much.
One day, you sobbed as you begged him to end it all, with your tears running down your face. But he just sneered as he rubbed his member against your clit, forcing you to watch as your body trembled when you came for the fifth time.
There were times when it's all quiet, when he was wrapped up in his work. Those were the times where you could gather your thoughts, and planned for a possible escape.
You knew about his gun collections in the study room, you just needed the bullet. You couldn't really escape through the front door, except when it's night. So you began to devise a plan.
In the back of your mind, your rationality told you it's impossible; that even if you killed him, his affiliates would catch you so easily. You have nowhere to go. But you shoved it back into the water, as your feeling thrashed inside your chest. You need to go. You need to get away from him.
Fortunately—and unfortunately—you found out the answer to your plan.
He hosted a house party with all of the soldiers. Some of them were recruits, and some of them looked like they're on the same level as him, judging by the presence of a pretty partner on their side.
You were given the role of a quiet escort, and you were allowed to leave his side only when he told you so. You wrapped your hand around his arm, as he greeted his guests.
The last friend of his came a little later, and your eyes were widened as you saw a familiar face. It was Nina.
She looked thinner compared to the last time you saw her. Her eyes were hollow, and her face was pale, with the exclusion of the red mark on her cheek.
You had the chance to talk to her when they all sat at the dining table. While the men were talking over brunch, you made your way to her and stood beside her.
She was quiet, and you doubted that she heard you, but it only lasted for a moment before she muttered out I'm fine.
"He slapped me this morning because I forgot to brew his coffee." Her lips trembled as she spoke, "But he told me to prepare everything for the party last night, of course I'd forget it."
Your brows furrowed with sympathy, as she continued her snivel, "I should've felt grateful that he only slapped me. The other girls—the other girls got it worse. But I—everything I did was wrong in his eyes. I don't—I'm so sick of it."
She quietly sobbed, and you took the initiative to pull her aside, guiding her to the restroom.
In there, you got the full length of her story.
The man who took him treated her as a housemaid, but never addressed her as such. He'd shout at her constantly, and he'd shove her face against the counter, forcing her to look at the little dust spot she missed. At night, he'd force himself upon her, with little to no preparation. And when she tried to escape one time, he brought home the head of her mother. The only family she had left.
You didn't know what to feel, but you could see that she got it worse than anyone.
You tried to soothe her, but you knew the wound was larger than you could stitch. It could never be healed.
As you both returned to the dining room, you found the table empty, as the men had already moved to his study room.
And your heart triumphed when you saw the key in his hand, as he opened the locked drawer to fetch something vital for your escape.
The bullets.
You watched him as he slipped them one by one into the old revolver. You burned the image of it in your head—the silver, big barreled revolver.
He then invited everyone in the room to walk with him, with the intent of showing a demonstration.
"This thing is a beauty, a wild horse," He remarked as he exhibited the firearm, "You need to learn to tame it before you ride it, or she'll kick you off the mount."
The men laughed, as some of them added an equally filthy joke. He chuckled before turning his body and stretching his arm to aim at the target.
There was an apple on the fence, on the far side of the garden. And the red fruit stood still, before it exploded as his gun went off with a bang.
The men cheered, applauding the magnificent show that you couldn't understand. Why did they praise it? Wasn't a gun supposed to do that?
You didn't have the time to ruminate, as you heard your friend whisper under her breath.
"He loves you."
The chatter from the men almost drowned her voice entirely, that you had to double-check your hearing.
"What?" You asked her.
She turned her face towards you, and a tear rolled down on her cheek. The sight of her stunned you, as she reached to touch your cheek.
"He never took his eyes off you." She muttered as she leaned closer to you. "I'm sorry."
For a moment, you thought you felt her lips brush against yours, as she pulled you into a kiss. And you almost taste the wine in her tongue, until a sharp shrill flew past you with an incredible speed. Before you knew it, you were on the ground, with her body slumped against you.
You sat there, watching the open side of her head as it dripped dark fluid into your dress. It was warm, and slowly seeped through the fabric, spilling over your thighs.
You didn't know who was screaming.
You couldn't remember how long exactly before they removed her body from you. The party must be over since the men took you to your room, leaving you alone as you sank into your chair. Your hands couldn't stop shaking, as you saw them stained with red.
What happened to your dress? It was supposed to be white, wasn't it?
You stared at your knees, as the image of her head was still fresh in your mind. You felt your vision narrowed, as if you watched yourself through the third eye. You weren't there, you were still on the ground, with your friend's head on your lap.
The door was opened, but you didn't notice it. You didn't notice any presence, before a hand softly landed on your shoulder.
You jumped out from your chair, almost shouted for the second time, if not for his embrace.
It caught you off guard, and you began to sob against his chest. You couldn't help it, it was the only comfort you had, even though you knew that he had removed every other hand just so you'd choose him.
"Don't be sorry." He gently lulled you, "She brought it upon herself."
He removed the bloodied dress from you, before turning away to fetch a wet towel. You didn't have the energy to fight him, moreover to lift your finger. So you let him clean the blood off your face, and off your body.
You didn't resist when he put the fresh clothes on you, and he guided you to the bed, letting your head fall onto the pillow. He didn't do much and left the room without a word.
On the bed, you let your mind wander to your friend—her hollow stare, the gaping wound in her heart, you should've known it. There's a quiet anger in you, as well as a deep sense of loss. She used you as a means to end her pain, but she had no other choice. She had nothing left.
For days, you asked yourself if it's the only way for her, or if you could help her, reach out to her just a little further. But what came back was an echo, since she was already an empty shell long before you could help her.
You were angry at yourself, angry at him, angry at the man who took her. Yet you couldn't do anything about it, you were powerless.
He was smart enough not to bother you, since you'd erupt at any given moment. But he'd snap at you if you crossed the line, and you'd end up with tears, as you bit your lips shut.
You don't know what to do with this anger, you still don't know the answer to this day.
While you have the plan ready, you haven't chosen the execution date. You need to be close enough to him to take the key, but you're still repulsed by him.
A week has passed by, and you find the courage to close the distance between you and him. You begin to join him for dinner, and keep him company in his study room.
That's when you start to see the crack.
There's a time gap where you can carry out the plan, at least the first plan. When he comes home, he usually leaves his things unattended at dinner time. You would have the freedom to roam, and you could sneak into his room for a short time. You once made sure which pocket that had the key in, and did a double-take a few days later. When you're certain of it, you move to the gun collections. You had memorized the revolver, so it didn't take long before you found it.
With that in mind, you're ready at any time.
You maintain a good facade in front of him, as you wait for the moment to strike.
The chance comes to you one night, when he decides to postpone the dinner. He has to talk with someone outside, and leaves his things on the dining table.
The window of time will be short, since the time it takes for him to finish will be uncertain. But you take it nevertheless.
You don't waste any time as you pull the key from his vest's pocket, and march toward the study room.
Adrenaline rushes through your body, and you're shaking as you take the revolver off the padded wall. You then turn your heel as you approach the desk, sliding the key with difficulties, before unlocking the drawer.
Alas, you run out of time.
You hear the front door close, and a heavy step echoes through the house. You hold your breath as you slide the cylinder release, and take a few bullets in your hand.
"Mäuse?" Your panic rises as you hear his call, with trembling hands, you try to push the bullets into the cylinder. Alas, one of them falls to the floor.
The noise must've alerted him, as the sound of his step turns into a heavy bolt.
You only manage to put two bullets in, before slapping the cylinder shut and aim at the door, right at the same time as his arrival.
He stops in his tracks when he sees you inside, with the gun in your hands.
"Don't come any closer!" You shouted a warning at him, though you couldn't hide the quiver in your voice.
He stands by the door, with his face unreadable, as it hides behind the mask. You pull the hammer, while your finger rests on the trigger. You're ready to shoot, he knows it from your stance.
He sighs, shaking his head in disapproval, "I gave you time, and this is how you repay me?"
"Don't—don't move." You tried to warn him once again, "I'll shoot if you move."
"Can you even shoot me with those hands?" He leered at you, taunting you with his words, "You won't hit any target if you keep shaking."
He catches you off guard as he storms the room, forcing you to pull the trigger.
The bullet hit his shoulder, and he shouts in pain. The shot you released enrages him, as he pulls a sledgehammer from his side.
You don't have the time to aim as you shoot the second bullet, and it flies past him, leaving him unharmed.
A high-pitched scream escapes your mouth as the hammer slams onto the desk, causing the wood to crack upon impact.
The revolver quickly dropped as you fled to the connecting door, escaping the place through the next room.
You run towards the front door, trying to push the handle, but it won't budge. You hear him coming, and jump to the side, narrowly escaping his hammer of rage as it punches through the door, sending the broken pieces everywhere.
"YOU COME BACK HERE!" His voice boomed through the house, and you could almost feel the floor shaking.
You dash to upstairs, and push your bedroom door open, before locking it just in time.
Still, it can't protect you from him.
You watch in horror as the door shakes and fills the room with the cracking sounds, before it flies open by force.
And there he is, standing at your door like a nightmare.
You can't do anything except running away from him, running to the corner where you'll certainly meet your demise.
And you lift your arms and brace for the impact. You can see the hammer coming to you from the corner of your eye, and you cry out when it strikes.
It's all silence, before a quiet sob falls from your mouth.
His hammer crashed on the wall, just an inch away from your head, showering you with dust and smashed fragments.
Your body slides down to the floor, as your legs give up. You continue to weep, while he lifts up the hammer, and tosses it to the ground.
"Are you done?" He retorted harshly, and you shrunk away from him.
He yanks your hand away, and throws you to the floor. You yelp when he sits on top of you, pushing your face down to the ground.
"Should I treat you badly so you'd learn to appreciate what I did for you?"
"You took my freedom away." You hissed through your tears, "You kept me in here so you could play me like a toy."
"But I took care of you, didn't I?" He growled, "I never asked you to clean the house, you didn't even have to cook for yourself. What more could you ask for?"
You flinch at his tone. You've seen him angry a few times, but never this angry.
"Do you want a toy of your own?" He asked, voice dripping with bitterness. Your eyes snap open, as the phantom pain throbs in your hip. "I can certainly give you one."
"No…" Your lips quivered as he slipped his fingers under your clothes, "No, no! Stop!"
You tried to kick him away, do anything to get away from this monstrous man.
"Get away from me!" You screamed at him, but he ignored you as he ripped your clothes off. "Please! I'm sorry—"
"It's too late for that, don't you think?" He laughed when you tried to crawl away, while he undid his belt.
You cry out when you feel the head of his cock poking against your core, before he slowly pushes it inside.
It was excruciating, as he stretched you open with a force. He groans as your walls clamp around his member, as if repelling him from entering.
He snakes his arm around your shoulders, as he pulls you close until his chest is flush against your back. A bitter tang of iron hits your nose, reminding you of your own mistake. He hisses when you grab him on the place near the wound.
"Don't think you can escape me, (Name)." He snaps his hip against you, and you throw your head back, eyes tightly shut. "Not even in your death."
You scream when he buries himself completely, stuffing himself to the hilt, until you feel yourself full.
The pain comes back to you, as you feel your core burning. He makes it worse by feeding it frictions, as he begins to pump himself in and out. He tosses his mask aside, before he marks you with his bites. He sinks his teeth onto your neck and shoulder, before he lifts you by your chin, and crashes his lips against yours.
It was bitter, full of teeth. His kiss tasted like rage, and the jealousy he held since your friend stole it from him.
You cough from the lack of air, and fall down on the floor. The mixed saliva in your mouth drips down to your chin, and he runs his thumb to wipe it off.
He bends down to kiss you once again, and you whimper when you find yourself growing wetter against your will. The resistance from your walls becomes lesser, and he can easily slide his member in.
"You know, Mäuse," He mused as his hips moved like a piston, "I'm only flesh and blood, but I can be a good father."
He keeps his arm around your body, as you struggle against him.
"I can buy you a big house, taking care of our little ones." He covers your mouth when you begin to voice your protests, "As long as you're with me."
Your hand starts to flail around, trying to hit his wound, but it's out of your reach.
"I'll make you my wife, and we'll live together as a couple." He said with a smile, but through your eyes, it was a madman's grin. "You just have to be good, and I'll treat you as such."
His cock brushes against the spot that made your moan, and he keeps hitting it until your back arches, as you turn limp in his arms.
He soon follows after you, as his cum spills into your womb, filling you up to the brim. You gasp when his arms tighten around you, as his cock twitches inside your core. A sense of dread hits you as you feel his cock doesn't get any softer.
"I think you'll make a great mother." You heard him murmur, before he pressed his lips against your temple.
#I have “writing dark fic is my coping mechanism” syndrome 👍#tw noncon#please read the warnings#dead dove do not eat#könig x reader#konig x reader#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#konig cod#he might be a bit OOC but I do believe that he'd turn cocky when he's the person in the high rank#like what's social anxiety? I'm the captain here#*the colonel#whatever
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anytime atsushi gets excited his tail pops out and wags but no one tells him becuz they think its funny to see atsushi try and pretend he's not excited and act nonchalant
atsushi is genuinely surprised and confused how everyone always knows what he wants or wants to do
dazai, kunikida, and atsushi coming back from a mission
kunikida, noticing atsushi looking at an ice cream stall: atsushi do u want ice cream
atsushi: oh i dont care either way! if u and dazai san want to then...
dazai: i dont re-
kunikida and dazai staring at atsushi's wagging tail:
dazai: ooh~ kunikida-kun~ how kind~ to offer us ice cream~
kunikida: as if bastard! i'll buy it for atsushi but ur a grown ass man
dazai: if only i had a tail :(
atsushi: what
dazai: what
atsushi:
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like that
yosano: how did u choose a gift for atsushi? theres so many things i could get... since he's not used to owning much
ranpo: my genius deductive skills obviously
yosano:
ranpo: okay fine i chose like 10 and mentioned them to him subtly and bought the one he wagged his tail for the most
yosano:
yosano: oh shit u are a genius
ranpo: why r u acting surprised
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atsushi: cant believe i have to work with you again,,, why do we always have to see each other ugh
akutagawa, staring (like wan staring) at atsushi's wagging tail:
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bet atsushi never takes time off becuz idk he doesn't think he can - like he knows he can but he also doesn't think he can
that doesn't make sense but i hope u get it
anyway he never requests time off - he's only not there if he's sick (and was bullied into resting) or something like he personally never puts in the request
if there's some festival or event or anything that anyone thinks atsushi would want to go and would go if not for work they let the boss man know
fukuzawa: atsushi, you haven't taken much time off, but it's good to take a break now and then. if you want, you can have monday and tuesday off. (which weirdly is the exact time that that one event u wanted to go to is on but obviously thats just a coincidence)
atsushi, tail wagging: oh that's alright
fukuzawa: i insist.
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what else hmmmmmmmm
kyouka: atsushi, do you want me to make that dish again? you liked it right?
atsushi: oh i did! but you dont have to if you dont want to! i mean if you do you totally can
kyouka, staring at his tail: i'll make it
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junichiro, after coming back from a longer mission:
atsushi: heyyy we didn't see each other all day!
junichiro, trying not to show how touched he is becuz atsushi's tail is wagging, showing how happy he is:
and so on
#ranpo feels ooc but i genuinely think he'd be the first person to realize he could just use atsushi's tail as a ranking system#i love atsushi junichiro best friend content but i wonder if juni would ever know he's the first best friend atsushi's ever had#bsd atsushi#bungou stray dogs atsushi#atsushi nakajima#the ada#ada as family#sskk#shin soukoku#ranpo#yosano#kyouka izumi#bsd kyouka#yosano akiko#ranpo edogawa#dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#bsd kunikida#bungou stray dogs kunikida#kunikida dazai atsushi#dazai and atsushi#atsushi and the ada#the armed detective agency#the agency#armed detective agency as family#armed detective agency
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The Traveller
So Chants of Sennaar is a good game-
#chants of sennaar#cos traveller#traveller sennaar#fanart#chants of sennaar spoilers#sennaar#art#character portrait#support small artists#tower of babel#hiiii these are custom glyphs based on how I think each floor might come to refer to the traveller#devotees is a combo of [person] and [up/great] as the traveller helped them to open the doors and ascend#warriors is [person] and [go/pass] as the traveller filtered through their ranks without trace#bards is [freedom] with their lil [person] signifier loop on the bottom as the traveller brought both the serfs and the upperclass bards#their own kinds of freedom#the alchemists is a mix of [specific person] and [open] as the traveller opened their fairy door#and the anchorites#extra spoiler warning just in case#the anchorites is a combination of [key] and [talk] - because they made the traveller to unlock the closed off communication between#the peoples of the tower#PLUS it looks like the ...#what are we calling the god/duty/beauty/transformation/exile glyph yall#the connection glyph?#thatll do
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Art Wip Game
@artisticallyill you asked about the Battle Cody & Obi so here it is
This one is definitely a bad name. While technically accurate, it's not the defining thing about this. Battle Cody & Obi is the name of my drawing that is my Codywan FMAB AU. Truly the title says nothing, and idk what i was thinking when i named the drawing but it's my fmab au
Here's it is so far:
In this au, the jedi are the state alchemists, Obi-Wan is a general and a state alchemist and a highly revered one but I don't know what his alchemy specialization is yet. Cody is his right hand who watches his back and has several big guns and people are scared of him.
I imagine this drawing to be them fighting Maul, who would absolutely just set a bunch of things on fire, not even with alchemy but with straight up matches cuz he's petty like that and Cody and Obi-Wan are trapped by the fire and waiting to see where he strikes next.
When I was ideating this, I realized that their dynamic is already pretty similar to Mustang and Hawkeye, especially with the "we can't date cuz you're my superior officer/subordinate" and the "i will flirt with others as a tactical move but it's fake and the real adoration only comes out with you"
Find wip game post here
#tag game#my wips#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#codywan#codywan fmab au#i have so many thoughts#i also imagine that one scene where roys abouta smush envy and hawkeye stops him#cuz i want a falling obi beign held at gunpoint by his commander because cody will not let him fall#cody makes him a better jedi okay?#obiwan might start to fall and codys there#theyre a team and they work well together#cody the ever serious one and obi putting on some false bravado to go by unnoticed because people underestimate him#its perfect#i think about it all the time#obi wan loses his state alchemist watch all the freaking time#cody always has it#and he clips it to his person so it comes to a point where people think hes the state alchemist#and they dont know what theyre fighting for or who#fives is hughes too smart for his own good#there are a lot of high ranking separatists and sith but i havent assigned them to a deadly sin yet#something to think about when i go to sleep tonight#fanart#digital art#star wars#my art#my wip art#fmab au#star wars fanart#wip
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Sorry for kind of insulting you through a children’s book i wrote i hope were still besties
#angry pareos so funny drew like a fucked up and evil version of pareo…. something some thing#finished eveyr ras event besides rhe reitae one on enbandori…. ohhheuheheuheuhruhr#i need to up my roselia rank to read it im so excited. i hope it destroys me#art tag#bandori#masuki satou#reona nyubara#pareo#tagging reona feels os weird like….. thats a different girl#pareos the only member where her band name and actual name feel like two super distinct people#ig chu2 too purely bc shes barely ever called chiyu#rokka kinda but you cant just take off your glasses and let your hair out and be a different person. pareos like an extreme version of that#omg rokka and reona both wear glasses but take them off on stage….. ok enough byebye
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My personal ranking for semifinal 2 ahead of the competition:
1. Belgium: deeply underrated. His voice is stunning, the song is catchy, and yet everyone is sleeping on him
2. Serbia: avant-guard catchy and meaningful. It's not everyone's cup of tea, but it is mine
3. Australia: gorgeous voice. Deep lyrics and stage design. There's no question of qualification.
4. Poland: bit repetative, but I can't fault the voice.
5. North Macedonia: love her voice. The song builds well. Not a fan of songs that drop the word "crazy" a lot, but I'm not going to be too harsh when english is not her first language and she's probably more familiar with the clichés than the controversy
6. Czechia: I have some worries about the live vocal. She's been a bit patchy in the live performances leading up to the contest, but she has been aware of the issue and working on it, so hopefully she can hold it together, because the song is pretty damn good when she gives it the vocal it needs.
7. Cyprus: catchy and ethereal. I look forward to seeing it on stage
8. Montenegro: great voice, great song progression. It doesn't hit me in the feels quite the way I think she was hoping, but I would like to see Montenegro in the final with this one.
9. Romania: his he the best vocalist? No. But the song works within his limitations and is exceedingly catchy.
10. Sweden: something about her voice just doesn't really hit my personal tastes. It is a lovely song, and she's very sincere about it. I like it, but it's not in my personal top.
11. Ireland: I like the studio, but she struggles with the live performances just a bit. I don't think she quite has the breath control for all the dancing she's doing. This is a big step forward for Ireland in a lot of ways, but it hasn't quite hit the sweet spot
12. Estonia: it's nice enough but very much not my genre
13. Georgia: a bit repetative for all that it's the shortest song this year. But it's fun and the staging will be interesting
14. Israel: he's a great singer and dancer, but this song is messy. And there's a certain... soulessness to it that I can't quite put my finger on. Also let's be real. If the EBU wanted to grow a conscience all of a sudden, they should have booted Israel when they Booted Russia. The hypocracy is stunning and I'm not going to be chill about it.
15. Azerbaijan: it's a nice ballad, but I just don't feel anything when it plays. Maybe if we didn't have Australia and Poland to compare it to, I wouldn't put it so low, but we do and here it is.
16. San Marino: I don't hate this song, but it is very messy and just doesn't have the energy I would want from a rock song.
17. Malta: generic inspiration porn. She could do better, but evidentally doesn't want to to such a degree that she litterally changed from one generic cliché ridden ballad to another in her song swap.
18. Finland: I just honestly find this song annoying. Like it's competently done, but I'm pretty over it by the time we get mid way through the second verse, and that's not a good sign. I know it's a big favorite but I just always want to skip it when it comes on.
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eurovision 2022 top
1-9 i love, 10-17 i enjoy, 18-25 are good but not much, 26-30 are just there and the rest i despise
San Marino - achille lauro you will always be famous
Moldova - this for sure will become the song that's played at every romanian wedding from now on
Ukraine - go off kings, and especially carpet man
France - this cures my pre-exam session depression
Italy - shout out to that period in march when i played this song on repeat
Netherlands - im a simple lesbian, i see a pretty girl with a pretty voice and i fall in love
Estonia - i usually hate this type of songs but stefan is impossible to hate <3
Romania - male presenting nipples…
Lithuania - hey uh… please step on me queen
Norway - unironically great production from a joke entry
Belgium - he was the coolest person that night and actually i really liked his outfit
Czech Republic - i still can't decide if she has a good voice or not but this slaps
Sweden - i tried really hard to hate this but i'm not strong enough
Portugal - i swear i heard this in a dream like 5 years ago
Georgia - lock me SIDEWAAAAAYS…. you're so right besties
Finland - i audibly gasped when i saw the guitar lady
UK - great voice and hair but i talked with my friends the entire time and i really don't remember much
Cyprus - we could have had it all…..
Denmark - funky women rocking it out is always a win please give me more
Ireland - i had zero expectations so it was a pleasant surprise but still mediocre. love her energy tho
Austria - idk how she was live but the studio version was just okay
Poland - what if an earthquake really started? would he have kept singing?
Serbia - sorry guys too experimental for me
North Macedonia - we could have had it all part 2…
Montenegro - my god what a voice. can i have the wi fi password please
Iceland - i wish i remembered this
Slovenia - good luck on your exams guys
Germany - oh my god the indie singer accent….
Albania - we could have had it all part 3…
Armenia - what a boring song… where is athena?!
Croatia - can we please stop this wave of swiftie musicians
Greece - bathroom break song
Azerbaijan - if i have to see azerbaijan in the final one more time i am going to commit acts of unspeakable violence
Spain - how can people vote for a song with such cringe lyrics
Latvia - fun staging and pussy eating can't save you from having a wack song
Malta - what you are is boring sorry sweaty xx
Australia - did i hear that right? we're not the same? sorry you'll have to sing it again.
Bulgaria - when can we have some mom rock on eurovision…
Switzerland - girls do cry when singers turn their mediocre songs into nfts
Israel - someone tell him being a twink isn't enough for a personality
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Anyways XO Kitty love interests summarized
Dae
Min Ho
Yuri
#I finished it guys I have thoughts#pleasantly…. surprised I actually enjoyed it a lot?#like don’t get me wrong it was very cringe fail at times but in like an affectionate way in like an aw high school affectionate#bet y’all can’t tell by this post which my favorite LI was I bet y’all can’t guess take a guess#ranking wise Yuri>Min Ho>Dae#I am so sorry Dae is so aksjskw boringgg and like not even because he is a nice guy I love nice guys#he just didn’t have any personality whatsoever apart from chasing Kitty around and saying I can explain#they could have swelled more into him being a family guy but they just kinda didn’t and it was very meh overall#like min ho was an ass but kinda funny at times and had a whole character arc#yuri had a whole development too going full circle and growing as she faced different situations in the series#dae I feel like he started the same way he finished and I guess that makes sense for the plot showing Kitty needs something else but defo#makes him the weakest li. no criticism taken btw#SHUT ME UP ITS 4 AM AND I AM PSYCHOANALYSING A KIDS SHOW AKSJWKKW therapeutic#xo kitty#I hope this doesn’t offend anyone lol all /lh#dae#min ho#yuri
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<3 post sleepover mornings
#POST RAMBLE TIME#OK SO ASHI LIKE KINDA CANONICALLY HATES IDIA#ace knows that she hates a guy named gloomurai. leona knows she hates IDIA#already she wasn’t a v big fan of idia till she ended up bored in twst and downloaded a rhythm game and your usual gacha game for fun#and like in the gacha game there was a ranking event for her oshi……#and based on how many points you scored in the event you get a percentage#SO IN ORDER TO LIKE….. IN A SENSE GROOVY A CARD YOU HAVE TO GET ANOTHER COPY OF IT THRU THE EVENT#and when Ashi woke up after cramming ranking because of the whole book 6 fiasco#she found out that she ranked 4.1%. A LITERAL ONE PLACE FROM GETTING THE CARD FOR HER OSHI#and who was it other than gloomurai!#so sometimes she gets him in co-op meetings and she gets SOOOOOO ANGRY#once ashi connects two and two……. she has her own very personal grudge#ace finds it very funny. leona finds it annoying that he has to babysit her whenever they see Idia in the halls#THATS A LOT OF TAGS AM I GONNA RUN OUT OF FANDOM TAGS UH OH#BUT YSAH!!! this is ashace after a sleepover and the morning where ashi’s in the mood to play some games#ace likes to watch <3#(he tried her speed and while on master. died v quickly)#ashipiko draws ♪#ashace#twstshi#ace trappola#ace trappola x oc#twst yume#twst#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#twst ace#twst yuu#twst oc#twst oc x canon
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