#vote now who you think the last poll winner was on your phones!
Text
...I see me, a girl so blinded by her devotion and lust that she can't tell friend from foe. A dauntless, oblivious acolyte.
#tboi#the binding of isaac#tboi maggie#blood cw#the dauntless#your second poll winner!#vote now who you think the last poll winner was on your phones!
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
Choose Your Own Adventure-Dipper's Day (ao3 Version)
I had so much fun with using polls for stories, I did the same thing on Ao3. This is what they voted for.
All characters are over 18. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. Contains Incest
Dipper yawned as he got up. His sister did her best to keep him up. Which was unfair as he was a growing boy of…
Wait, Dipper’s groggier than he thought how old was he again?
12
16
19! The hell dude?
Winner: 19
Nineteen, he was nineteen. Yeah, why the hell did he think he was younger? Boy Dipper needed to get his head on straight. It was Mabel’s fault, she spent half the night giggling at her phone. He couldn’t get any good sleep.
Despite both being adults, both still shared the attic at the shack. Soos' family needed the rooms and it was cheaper than hotels. Mabel didn’t even show her late night adventures, being her normal bouncing self. And giggling self too.
“Good morning Dipper. And good morning to your friend too.”
Friend? Dipper looked down and saw his semi-hard penis sticking out from his boxer flap. He had become well endowed in his adulthood.
“Aaagh!” Dipper made sure to make himself presentable before making his way to the bathroom. One of the hazards of sharing a room with his sister. Not that Mabel had been much better. Puberty had been kind to her sister, with her breasts growing to about the size of her head. For night clothes, she wore a old tee-shirt she had since junior high and some old panties that didn't really fit either. Dipper could see all of his sister.
Gagh, don’t think stuff like that! Once showered and dressed, Dipper made his way for breakfast. Mabel came skipping in. “Dipper I found something you ight like!”
“What, the mall?” He asked jokingly.
“Yeah!”
"Mabel that closed down 5-years-old."
"I know. I mean everyone in town says it's haunted now."
“Mabel, the last time we dealt with ghosts we got turned into wood!”
“Pfft, you mean the last time you dealt with ghosts. You need the Mabel touch!”
Well, it might help with Grunkle Ford’s research. He agreed to go with her after their chores. Dipper made his way to the gift shop to sweep. After sweeping a couple of aisles Wendy bust through.
“Guess who has two thumbs and talked herself out of a family camping trip!” Wendy had grown up quite a bit since Dipper's first summer. Her red hair was cut to a pixie cut, multiple piecing in her ear, and both shoulder adored with tattoos.
“Wendy!” Dipper ran up and greet his old friend. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top with red plaid tied around her waste. Dipper couldn't help but notice she wasn’t wearing bra, her nipples pointing through the fabric. Her left had a piercing poking at the fabric.
“Since I still got the day off, want to go swimming with me? I know a super cool secret lagoon that we’ll have all to ourselves.”
“That sounds amazing, but I already promised Mabel I’d do something with her.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Call me if your plans open.”
What should Dipper do?
Go swimming in secret lagoon with Wendy
Go to the haunted mall with Mabel
Winner: Mabel
“Damn Dip, you should have gone with her!”
“Mabel, I already promised to go with you. Besides, I wanted to spend the day with my sister.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet Dipper. But Wendy was totally vibing you. You could have gotten some ass.”
“Mabel!” Dipper blushed. “I’m over Wendy. Besides, she made it perfectly clear that she only saw me as a friend.”
“Yeah, when you were twelve. Now, you’re like mega hot. Even in your stupid cargo shorts.”
“What’s wrong with my cargo shorts? They’re practical.”
Of course his sister clearly knew nothing about practical outfits. Hers consisted of a blue top that barely covered her. The black bra she was wearing was clearly visible and her tummy was out. As a bottom she was wearing denim daisy dukes.
The twins made their way to the old mall. Dipper remembered helping Soos meet Melody, holding up here with Wendy. The place now definitely looks like it was still weirdmaggedon. He and Mabel broke through the sliding glass door. The mall was dark, little light came from the fluorescent lights that were still barely working. Most of the abandoned building were covered in vines.
“What the hell is this?” Dipper wondered aloud.
“They had a big greenhouse that sold flowers and yard stuff. Must be from that.”
“Are these luminescent?” Dipper asked. Sure enough the vines had a subtle green glow.
The only place that wasn’t covered with the vines were stairs to the floor under the ground. A quiet, but distinctive wailing was coming down there. An average person would dismiss it as the wind, but Dipper knew too much to think it was anything else then a ghost.
Mabel turned to her brother. “So, what do you wanna do?”
Follow the vines.
Follow the wail.
Winner: Follow the wail
They came to investigate ghosts, so they'll investigate ghosts. Dipper and Mabel made their way down the broken escalator, which just functioned as stairs. Once they made the bottom, their flashlights were their only source of light.
The wailing had grown distinctively loudly and the ghost seemed to added a bit of groaning for good measure.
Dipper knew this place well from his time with Wendy during weirdmaggedon. He followed the wail pasting long abandoned storefronts. He knew where the wailing was coming from.
"The food court?" Mabel asked.
"Alright, we know you are in here! Show yourself!" He turned to his sister. "Okay Mabel, people who become ghosts aren't the most stable people to begin with so we have to be careful not to offend them."
"I heard that!" Their came a terrible stretching voice. A woman appeared. Early twenties she looked dressed like an extra from an old Britney Spears video. Low riding jeans with her thong peeking out and a shirt that showed off her belly button. Lòkednlike Mabel found a kindred spirit in fashion.
"Listen! I know what you're thinking. But I'm not some old fart of a ghost. I'm a modern ghost from the totally modern year of 2002."
Dippered sighed. "Always nuts." A bit louder he asked, "Spirit, why do you still haunt this mortal plan?"
"Well, I was totally gonna lose my v card to Jason p but I… but I choked on a slice of Sbarro's!"
"You poor thing," Mabel said.
"And now I'm dead without realizing the wonders of sex! I refuse to pass on until I learn the pleasures of the flesh." She looked at Dipper. "Day, you looked hot. Like super hot."
"Wow, thank you but I'm made of flesh and you’re ectoplasm so I can't help you there. Come on Mabel, let's go." He took his sister's wrist and made his way to the stairs.
The ghost jost nodded toward Mabel. "She has a body. Let in her, than we can fuck."
"Yeah she's my sister."
"We're twins."
"So yeah, that's not happening."
The ghost did not like this. "I NEED BOOTY!"
The whole place went nuts. The tables went flying, terrible lighting came down.
"Dipper, how did you stop the other guys again?"
"While for the old couple at the convenience store I danced around in a lamb costume. And for the crazy lumberjack at Pacifica's Madison, she just let people into her dad's party."
"So you just, gave the ghosts want they wanted."
"Yeeeeah."
Mabel looked at the crazy ghost flying around.
"Ah poo. This isn't gonna make things weird between us, is it?"
"What? No."
"Yeah it's just… ghost stuff."
She kissed her brother on the lips before getting up. "Hey shut! You want booty? Fine. Have mine." Mabel spread her arms out. The ghost phased through her, possessing the 19-year-old.
"Oh god, it's been so long since I had a body." Mabel and the ghost's voices spoke at once, reviving over each other. Her eyes glowing white. She ripped off Mabel’s top and undid the bra. Her breasts bounced free, giving Dipper an eye full of Mabel’s large pink nipples. "Ah, bitch wasn’t even wearing panties!" She said as she pulled off the daisy dukes. A patch of groomed hair adorned her pubis. "Now let's see what you got."
She knelt down and undid his shorts as Dipper let her pull them down. The sight of his naked twin had gotten him hard.
"Holy shit, you’re fucking packed!" She started stroking him. "Aw fuck it's so warm. Shit I'm so horny." She sat down on a table, spreading herself at Dipper
"Fuck me. I don’t care where you stick it was fuck me!"
Where should Dipper fuck?
Between her tits!
Her face!
Her asshole!
Her pussy!
Winner: Her asshole
Dipper kissed his possessed sister, squeezing a boob as his tongue met hers. His cock throbbed between his legs. Oh god he really needed to fuck her. “Turn around, I’ll fuck your ass.” That’ll stop any surprises from this encounter.
“Ooh, such a dirty boy,” the ghost said through Mabel. She presented her backside to him, sticking her ass up. Dipper ran his cock along his sister’s asscrack. Shit it felt heavenly. Neither of the Pines twins were virgins, both losing their respective virginities to previous partners. But there was one problem.
“Uhm hey a… ghost? Do you know where we can get some anal lube, cause if I go raw it’s really gonna hurt.”
“Wait.” The ghost made a few gurgling sounds and spat out a wade of blue goo on to Dipper’s hand. “Ectoplasm.”
Dipper smiled but his erection had softened a bit. He took some of the goo and started prodding Mabel’s butthole. The ghost gasped and the finger penetrated the body’s backdoor. After a bit of fingering Dipper added another finger, making sure his sister’s anus was nice and slippery.
He lined the rest onto his dick. Taking a deep breath He held onto her hips and guided his cock into her anus. The ghost yelped as she felt his head enter. Once firmly inside her, he used both hands on her hips. Mabel had done plenty of anal before so the experience wasn’t too painful for the ghost. And it wasn’t too bad for Dipper either. Her walls squeezing his cock while his hips slapped Mabel’s ass.
Dipper wanted this. He wanted this awhile he realized. He’d been looking at his sister's body in a sexual way for a while now. Having a good rhythm guiding him, Dipper bent down and reached for her chest. Mabel’s large breasts were hanging down, jiggling with each thrust. Kissing the back of her neck, he groped her. God it was great. This felt so good.
Dipper needed to cum. He needed to…
Pull out and cover her butt with cum
Creampie her asshole
Winner: Creampie
Damn he was cumming! Holding on to his Mabel’s body tight as he slammed into her as he began firing his shot. He could hear both the ghost and his sister's voice as the screamed in pleasure.
His warmth flooded their backside, anus clenching around his dick. "Oh fuck, it was everything I wanted." And with that the ghost was gone.
"Dipper it's me! We did it and that's your dick in my ass."
"Yeah I'll just-" He very gently pulled out of her. Mabel couldn’t help but grunt at the opening up of her ass. A trail of cum still connected Dipper’s cock and Mabel’s ass. He watched was his own seed leaked from his sister's ass.
Dipper felt as if he should say something. "Mabel, I-"
She shushed him with a kiss. She gently laid him on the floor. Straddling him, she whispered, "Now it's my turn." She slid her wet pussy lips against his still hard cock.
They consummated their new relationship right there. Mabel dressed back in what was left of her clothes. Her shirt was too damaged to wear so it was just her black bra. As they walked out into the woods, Dipper teased Mabel about flashing the town. So Mabel slashed him so real, which lead to another fuck session out in the woods. Dipper almost had a heart attack when Wendy walked by as he was thrusting into his sister. She didn’t seem to notice. She was also naked, wet, and angrily marching with an ax, so she had stuff going on.
The made it back to the shack and once again find themselves fucking. The bed shook as Dipper fuck his twin in the ass again.
“Dipper, Dipper, Dipper!”
“Guh, Mabel!” He pumped another load into her ass. ‘Aw, I think I’m spent.”
“Well that’s good.” Mabel stood up, stretching. “I gotta go poop out your cum.”
“Mabel, don't put it like that.” She blew him a raspberry was she went into the bathroom. Dipper laid in bed, thinking. “Huh, what are we?” He asked himself.
“Boyfriend, girlfriend,” came Mabel’s voice. She waltzed in, still naked and laid next to her brother. “I know it’s…weird, but we’ve always been weird. Dipper, I love you, like I’ve never loved anyone else.”
Dipper kissed her. “I love you too.”
The two cuddled naked for the rest of the night. Later, the two would learn that incest was actually legal in Gravity Falls which meant that there love could flourish, if it they had to have some awkward conversations with their friends.
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
okay i cant get this scenario out of my head… harry gets voted most handsome man in the world and when he finds out he’s all cocky about saying stuff like “yeah you’re dating the most handsome man in the world” and bringing it up during sex and stuff 😩
Smug
Summary: Harry gets quite cocky after a fancy dinner, when him and reader get home they have sex in the kitchen.
Warning: unprotected sex, oral (f), bit of domination
Word count: 2.2k
They had just left from a very important meeting with Harry's team in a fancy restaurant. He got the news from Jeff, who was scrolling through his phone. Harry, of course, charmingly dismissed it, telling it was all a stupid magazine thing, that the media only used him to get more public attention.
Even though he was acting as if it was nothing, y/n still could feel the change in his demeanor. He was cockier, more confident, he even placed a hand on the inside of her thighs under her dress. She thought he was only going to pat her skin for a few seconds, but his hand remained on her body until the dinner was over.
During the whole car ride, Harry didn't say anything, he just hummed to some old rock music playing on the radio and kept his hands to himself. She didn't miss the smirk on his face when she mentioned him being the most handsome man in the world.
"What puppy? It’s just a stupid poll, yeah?" He said vaguely.
"I know, but aren't you happy?"
His hand went once again on her thigh, the coldness of his rings making her shiver, he continued looking to the road, one hand on the steering wheel. "Of course I am, why are you asking me that? Am I not showing it enough, pet?
"I just thought you would be more–" the tip of his finger casually brushed against her underwear, she wasn't aware how much his hand had gone up on her thigh, "–arrogant about it, that's all."
"I've always known I'm quite gorgeous sweetheart, I never needed a magazine to tell me that, don't you agree?" He hooked her underwear to the side, his middle finger touched her cunt, feeling how wet she was with only a couple of words.
"Harry, you need to focus on the road," she said shakily as his lion ring touched her clit.
He spread her lips apart, entering her with his middle finger while rubbing her clit with his ring. "I can focus just fine, how do you want me to keep driving if I can have your pussy, huh?"
She squirmed on her seat, feeling the pleasure overcome her senses. He knew exactly where to touch her, it was borderline pathetic.
"Who does your pussy belong to? Tell me, pet." He added a second finger to her pussy. He wasn't even taking a glimpse of her, as if he knew her body with the palm of his hands.
"Belongs to you," she whined after he hit her G spot, she looked out of the window, thanking God for being closer to home. She wanted him now.
"And who am I, baby?"
"Hm, a singer, actor, I don't know, Harry," her head was already completely dizzy. "Want you, please."
"You can do better than that, c'mon," he rolled his eyes, stopping rubbing her clit. "If you don't get it right I won't let you cum."
Y/n tried, she really did, but she couldn't think of anything else. "Grammy winner?" Was her last guess, but she was probably wrong, since he pulled his fingers out without any warning, leaving her with shocked expressions on her face.
"Yeah, I am a Grammy winner, but that’s not what I wanted to hear," he said, opening the gates to their house and driving inside until they got to the garage. He pulled over, turning off the car.
He grabbed her chin and turned her head to him. "I'm the most gorgeous man in the world. Poor thing, can't remember anything when I have my fingers inside that tight little pussy of yours, huh."
She nodded, fidgeting around, trying to create some friction in between her thighs and the seat. "I'm sorry, H," Y/n said looking down.
"I know you are, pet, but you need to do a little better than that, alright? Need you to be good to me." He got out of the car, closing his door before opening her’s, he helped her out, considering her legs were trembling from the orgasm she did not reach.
"Now this is what we're going to do," he continued, whispering in her ear while he led her to the main door. "You're gonna bend over the kitchen counter and lift your dress, understand?"
He grabbed his keys and opened the house to their living room, their expensive leather couch right in the middle of the living room. "I wanna see your pussy, yeah? Go on."
She realized if this man asked for her to dress up as a clown she would do it. Harry was a very captivating person, but tonight he was different as if his aura had changed into a more dominant one. Y/n knew he was a sucker for compliments, but she wasn't aware how it could make him so smug."
He grabbed her waist, and she looked at him. "What are you still standing here? Want me to explain it again? Didn't you get what I expected from you?" He was treating her in such a complacent way, almost as if she was dumb.
She hated how hot it felt.
The girl walked to the kitchen, well aware of his eyes on her, she heard his footsteps, indicating he was just behind her. When she got to the counter she didn't think too much before bending over the furniture. She pressed her cheek against the cold surface and lifted her dress.
Her underwear was still on. it was white, and because of her wetness, the fabric was probably see-through. She started squirming when she felt his hand touching her waist.
He took her underwear and slipped off his body, throwing it on the kitchen floor.
"Put your arms back and spread your pussy with your hands." He told her, waiting for her to do so.
With the index finger of each hand, she opened her cunt, being totally visible to him. She heard a noise behind her, minutes later she felt his soft hair on her skin. He was on his knees.
"Look at this sweet pussy," he touched her clit, very softly. "Do you like that, pet? Do you like having one of the hottest men on his knees for you, looking at your cunt as if it was the best meal in the world?"
So fucking cocky.
She couldn't even answer him before she knew his tongue was lapping her while his thumb was rubbing circles around her clit. Harry liked it sloppy, messy. He was playing with her wetness, distributing her arousal all over her cunt.
He teasingly nipped her clit, making the girl moan. With his two hands, he held her in place before attaching his lips to her clit. He was sucking her like it was the best thing in the world, his favorite dessert. His tongue was playing around her pussy, exploring her body as if he didn't have his face in between her thighs just this morning.
The girl above was shaking from pleasure, her legs were close to giving up, but her upper body wouldn't allow her. "H, oh my god, it feels so good."
The man didn't answer, being too focused on eating her out. When she was close her legs began to involuntarily close around him, but he placed his knee just by the side of each of her heels.
When she was almost hitting her climax the man stopped and got on his feet again, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and took his belt out of his trousers, the leather accessory fell to the floor by his feet, with his right hand he grabbed his cock and his balls out of the thigh pants.
He barely said a word while doing it, dismissing her completely.
"Got myself a pretty wife with a pretty cunt, huh?" He said that more to himself than to her. "I really want to fuck you right now."
She could feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs. The sigh of him also wasn't helping with her neediness, the way his fist fitted his cock so perfectly was beyond her. His balls were having nicely on his body, so full of cum, she knew he needed this as bad as she did.
He took a step closer to her, his dick hitting her bum, he pulled her to his body by her shoulders, his hands grabbing into the counter. "All the world wants to be in your position right now, got millions of people thirsting over my cock."
"But you know why I'm here?" Asked, position the tip on he cunt.
"N-no" she trembled.
"It's because you are nowhere near as hot and beautiful as them, pet. You married the most gorgeous man in the world because you are the most gorgeous woman in the world too." He tapped her lips impatiently, she quickly opened her mouth as he placed his thumb on her warm tongue. "Suck it, and stay quiet, if you want to stop just tap my hip or bite my finger, alright?" He kissed her forehead.
She enveloped his thumb in her mouth as his hips started to thrust inside her, cock entering her until the head hit her cervix and his hips rested on her ass.
"So fucking warm and tight," he mumbled on her ear. "Feeling good, baby?"
She tried to say yes, but with his thumb, on her tongue, it came out as a mumble.
He began moving his hips at a slow pace, but it seemed like he couldn't control himself. When they noticed he was slamming into her, her body moving with each thrust. He had put one hand around her hip bone so it wouldn't hit against the counter.
Her face was back again on the surface, while he took her from behind. He bent his body over her, biting her neck and hearing her sweet noises. "Like sucking on my thumb? I'm fucking you raw in the kitchen, don't you enjoy that?"
He took his thumb out, wanting to hear her answer. "I do, H. You fill me up so good, let me cum, please."
"Love when you beg, my angel," he said, thrusting even faster than he was before, moaning in her ear. "Gonna cum inside your pussy, gonna have your drench on me."
"I want that, please" she whined, pressing her ass against his body.
"First you have to touch yourself for me then, wanna see you cum." He placed a hand on the backside of her neck, making her still.
Y/n's finger met her clit, already swollen with that amount of attention it got in such a short period of time. She sneaked her hand down feeling his cock working in and out of her, it was quite erotical. He continued fucking her, more desperately this time, he felt her soft fingertips on his cock before she was back on her clit.
"H, I'm cumming," she said breathlessly, rolling her eyes and holding on to the counter as if her life depended on that.
"Do it, my darling, gonna cum soon." He felt her walls contracting against him three times before she was releasing, her thigh's muscle became rigid before she let out the most beautiful moan Harry has ever heard.
That was all it took for him to climax too, he slammed his hips into her until he felt his warm seed leave the tip of his cock, filling her pussy with his cum. He couldn't stop thrusting into her until he fell like he had given his all to her.
After moments had passed he felt his last rope painting her walls. Harry stayed inside her until he felt like a proper person again, he gently patted y/n cheek, who had her eyes closed.
"You alright baby?" He asked, kissing her face until she opened her eyes. "Gave it to you good?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling warm right now," she said in a low voice, the expression on her eyes showed him she was a bit gone.
"Yeah? Of course, you are, fill you up, didn't I?"
She nodded, closing her eyes again, but Harry was already pulling out, which made her more aware. His cum started dripping down, but Harry didn't care, he quickly pulled himself back into his trousers and put her dress into place.
He grabbed her hand, leading them upstairs.
"I'm dripping, H, want it to stay inside," she said with a pout as Harry opened the bathroom door.
He kissed her lips, bringing his finger to the middle of her thighs, taking the drops on his cum with his fingers, bringing them in front of her mouth. "Don't need to worry about that, gonna cum inside of you all night. You'll let me, right? You know it's a privilege to have me dripping down on the floor of our expensive house."
She looked at me with big eyes, "of course I will. Now? Please?"
He took her dress off and started filling the bath. "No, now we're going to take a bath."
She furrowed her eyebrows, "I want you again though."
Harry laughed before undressing himself, helping her inside the tub before he did it himself. "My eager wife. Can't help yourself, right? Got the most gorgeous man by your side, huh?"
"Now let's enjoy our bath, if you're good I'll give you a treat tonight.." She laid against his chest and he rubbed soap on her skin.
"Alright," she simply said before closing her eyes and relaxing on Harry's arms.
Tag list: @sunandherflores, @elenagilbert01 , @bellelittleoff @sunflowervolume66, @evanjh
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Chart Throb
This is for @deinde-prandium who urged me to write this ode to Steve Kornacki who was my “Chart Throb” crush. What would happen if it was Peeta at the Capitol counting ballots and Katniss was a home watching the love her life unable to touch him.
So it’s T rated just in case a - Un beta’d and so all mistakes are mine
Katniss watched Peeta from home her silver eyes knowing very much he needed a break, a nap, but knew he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t take a nap until the election was over. Peeta pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his wavy blond hair flopping over his forehead. His white crumpled shirt did nothing to hide how wide his shoulders were. His khaki’s were hung low on his hips, his tie was askew and he looked scrumptious.
The election was the most important election of Panem’s history. The despot that was President Snow was losing to Paylor Harris, a woman who clutched six of the needed nine Districts to win the election. There were four Districts who had votes yet to be tabulated. Peeta was Svengali at election time. The nation turned to him, Caesar Flickerman, and Claudius Templsmith to relay the voting tallies and outcomes. The favorite one was Peeta, because of his earnest boy next door looks.
He pushed his glasses off the bridge of his nose and wiped them. The camera focused on on his sparkling blue eyes and the little freckles that dotted his cheeks. A million ovaries exploded allover Panem when he grinned and that little dimple of his appeared on his left cheek. Katniss shifted in her seat knowing how appealing that dimple was up close.
The camera panned away from him and Katniss took a few moments to text him.
Katniss: You look like you need a nap.
Peeta: Just wait until I get home.
Katniss: Do you think Paylor will clinch it?
Peeta: Trust the system Katniss.
Katniss sighed. She didn’t trust Snow as far as she could throw him. In four years the entire country turned into a heaping mess.
Her phone buzzed.
Peeta: Stop worrying about me and go to sleep, sweetheart. It’s 1:30 in the morning where you are.
Katniss muttered to the phone. “No way.”
The camera panned back to Peeta.
Behind him a map of Panem divided in the fourteen districts, with it’s multiple counties. Everyone knew going in it would be a tight race. “Well here it is the results for District Twelve, went to Paylor Harris.”
“Peeta so there are only three districts in play for the Presidency?” Templesimith asked.
“Right now Harris is in front with a total of seven districts. However historically speaking we’ve been here before where a candidate has seven districts and the last three come in that candidate loses. Either one can still win it,” Peeta said looking at the board.
“What are your predictions?”
“You guys I don’t predict how the Districts vote, but I did say it would come down to District Eleven, District Three, and District Four.”
“You did predict these would be the determining districts,” Cesar said.
Katniss sighed watching the television. Peeta had been in the Capitol for a solid month. Elections always took a couple of days to count. Election started on Tuesday and by Thursday they had a winner. It was now Friday and there was still no winner.
These elections however people were ramped up and there were mail-in ballots, paper ballots, and electronic ballots. The electronic ballots came in quickly they were mostly for Snow. The paper ballots cast on election day took two to three days. However the mail in ballots that that were sent that were sent from workers who could not take the day off to vote, those ballots were arriving in droves to the polling sites they had up to a week to arrive and couldn’t be opened until election day. The mail in ballots were making a huge dent in Snow’s numbers.
The possibility that they could b free from Snow had the entire nation up and watching the election results, and the star was her humble baker who started as a correspondent in District Twelve but his easy charm and good looks had him doing a bigger role until he was now called the nation’s “chart throb.”
“Yeah I did,” Peeta said bashfully rubbing the back of his neck.
Katniss sighed, she missed him so much. But she knew how much he loved this. How much coming to the Capitol and calling the race meant to him.
“How are you so sure?” Tempelsmith asked.
“We all know District Elven always comes in last because of it’s immensity. They have the most votes to count and it is a slow process.”
“True, but what of District Three and District Four.”
Katniss hoped the numbers would be in favor for Paylor.
“Well this is why I said the races to watch however were District Three and District Four. District Three had voted for Snow in the last elections, but the exit polls showed some interesting numbers. Now we’re seeing those exit polls turning into actual votes. The GE province where the Justice Building is located looks like they are leaning toward Paylor. We can see she has clearly won the provinces of Edison and Watt and if she wins two more provinces in southern area she can carry the district.” As he spoke he was writing down numbers of votes and explaining how many votes came in and percentages.
Katniss salivated. She loved it when he geeked out on math, she shivered. She checked social media and right now, #GeekMeUpPeeta was trending along with #MathTurnsMeOn, and #ChartThrob.
She grimaced feeling jealous but she tapered down her cave-woman instincts.
“Surely District Four will vote for Snow?”
District Four was known as a one of Snow’s strong holds. Besides Peeta the other thing that kept her going was wanting to know who was going to win.
“The trends for these past three nights the math shows District Four is a black horse it’s divided right now. Snow is hold a thin lead but I hear that the last of the mail in ballots has just arrived and they are still counting. So we don’t know how District four will land. But as I’ve said you never know with elections. It’s a question of weather or not Snow can maintain the lead he does and Elven comes in and so does District Three, Snow can edge out win.”
Katniss watched him crunch numbers factually. She wanted too take a train go to the Capitol and haul him into a corner and have her way with him. But she couldn’t, Peeta had to concentrate. The last time she’d gone with him, his eyes had followed her everywhere on the studio. It was quickly agreed that she stay home.
Katniss took his pillow and stuffed it to her nose. She missed him and seeing his back muscles the way they moved underneath that crumpled white shirt made her squeal.
The hours rolled on as each province came in people were beginning to see District Three was leaning toward Paylor. The black horse and the deciding factor would be District Four.
Katniss yawned but she wrapped her blankets around her as she watched the TV. Somehow she fell asleep and the next morning, they were still meticulously counting ballots. It looked like Caser had a nap, he looked refreshed and shining in his glittering white suite. The man laughed.
She grabbed her phone.
Katniss: Caesar is stalling, why?
The camera spanned to Peeta as he still wore his rumpled white shirt and khaki's his tie was even loser and he looked even more roguish. She watched him add numbers up. The camera spanned to his broad chest, before zeroing in on the board.
She sat at the edge of her seat. Watching his hands fly across the paper, his eyes dancing, his gaze intense. He looked delectable and when he came home, after a nap of course she was going to jump him.
“So Peeta,” Caesar said. “The Peeta cam is quite the big smash.”
Peeta looked up pushed his glasses up the bridge of nose, “Huh, sorry Caesar.”
“The Peeta Cam, the camera that focuses on you when you’re adding up numbers.”
Peeta’s face flushed. “Oh, I forget it’s there. But we do have some surprising numbers coming out of District Eleven.” Peeta turned around and walked to the board according to these numbers Payor Harris and her running mate Joe Wolfe just won District Elven.”
“Well, let’s go to District Eleven, for live footage,” Caesar smiled into the camera.
Her phone buzzed.
Peeta: Sorry I was occupied. We’re you able to get some sleep?
Katniss: Yeah conked out the sofa. Can’t sleep in the bed w/out U
Peeta: Promise to make it up to you when this is all over, go make yourself some hot coco. I’m going to make myself a cup we can drink it at the same time.
Katniss: ILY
Katniss scurried from the sofa into the kitchen and quickly made herself some hot coco. She sat on the sofa once more cup in hand Peeta was at the board he tipped the cup toward the camera, before sipping it.
It was small things like this that kept them together even when they were apart.
Then his phone went off and scrolled through it his eyes became wide. He turned to the board. “Oh my breadsticks!”
“Peeta what is it?” Cesare asked at Peeta’s outburst.
“We just got the final numbers from District Three and Four.”
“Well?”
He grinned giving a loopy smile. “Ladies and Gentleman, District Three and Four has just made Paylor Harris our first Female President!”
The camera spanned away from Peeta and settled on Caesar’s face who coolly and calmly began to report the news. Katniss sat back. She sighed Peeta was coming home.
That night she waited for the train to come in from the Capitol. It was well past 3 in the morning but Katniss didn’t care she needed her husband. When train doors opened and stepped out in his crumpled white shirt and sexy khakis, Katniss ran to him.
“Hey sweetheart,” he said as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. He was home. His lips met hers and she sighed. “You smell nice, better than I do.”
Katniss laughed. She reluctantly lowered her legs. “Let’s get you home, a shower and the bed.”
“Mmmm,” Peeta groaned. “Are you trying to seduce me.”
“300 count soft cotton sheets, soft pillows,” she whispered.
“Tease,” he whispered into her ear.
Katniss winked and dragged him to the car and she drove him home. After the shower and they were finally wrapped around the other. “We did it,” he whispered.”
Katniss smiled. “Yes we did.”
That night they slept. The next not so much. In fact both she and Peeta called out sick on Monday and Tuesday as they had more than a month of celibacy to erase. They erased it so well that last time Katniss’s legs went numb and Peeta lost his vision for a least five minutes.
After that they settled into life. On the day of the inauguration Katniss was siting on the sofa next to Peeta. He was intently watching Paylor Harris take the presidential oath, when she got a devilish idea. She quietly smiled, when his phone chirped just as program went to a commercial.
“I wonder who can that be?” Peeta said getting up from the sofa, and headed to the kitchen.
He barked out a laugh. Katniss grinned mischievously, mission accomplished.
Katniss: Now that you’re up can you get your pregnant wife some potato chips?
Peeta: Sure anything else?
Katniss: Hot coco
Peeta: I told you I’d make it up.
Katniss looked down at her still flat stomach, her Election Victory Baby.
Katniss: Yes you did.
#un beta'd#hope you guys like this#well those of you that will read it lol#I do love me some of that precious cinnamon roll#Peeta Mellark#Katniss Everdeen#Election day
60 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Lonely Halloween Pt. 2 - Spencer Reid x Reader
Requested by @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto!! <3
Summary: The reader accompanies Spencer to the annual BAU Halloween party.
Part One
It’s been one year since your former friend and now boyfriend Spencer Reid asked you to accompany him to the next annual Behavior Analysis Unit Halloween Party hosted by his co-workers.
At first, you were hesitant considering that you never met these people before. But Spencer fixed that problem in an instant, bringing you to work and dinners at Rossi constantly, strengthening your friendship with his co-workers, turning them into your friends as well.
Well, tonight was the night you finally had the chance to be part of the team’s Halloween party. You told Spencer earlier that morning that you wanted to surprise him with your Halloween costume so that meant you’d be going to Rossi’s separately. He countlessly begged wanted to go to the party with you but you insisted, backing him down.
So there Spencer was at Rossi’s place along with the rest of the team who were all wondering where you were as they watched Spencer pace around the entrance door.
“I thought you had the gentleman in you to escort her here, Reid!” Derek joked, patting him on the shoulder. “Her costume must have been really special for me not to see,” he replied, looking at himself as he wore a Fred Flintstone costume.
Just before Derek could cheer him up, you, knocking on the door did. Without thinking, Spencer opened the door, stunned to see that you were wearing a Wilma Flintstone outfit. “Yabba dabba doo” you shyly said as you saw Spencer making an O. As you made your way into the living room, the rest of the team chuckled as they saw you stand beside Spencer, looking at the both of you in awe.
“But I thought you didn’t know what she was wearing, Spence!” Penelope said, resting her hand on her chin. “Yeah, how did you know what I was wearing?” Spencer asked, trying to figure out the puzzle.
“I might have overheard you on the phone, ordering your costume.” you giggled, scratching the back of your neck.
Spencer pulled you in for a soft hug, “I love it, Y/N. You’re definitely the winner for this year!” he excitedly said, gaining objects from everyone else, especially Garcia who went all out this year considering how Spencer just decided that Rossi was the winner last year.
“You didn’t even take a good look at the rest of us!” she whined as she saw Spencer who was awarding you the $50 prize.
You, wanting things to be fair, gave Spencer back the money, “You know what? I have a proposition to make the competition fair.” you stepped in front of the team.
“Let’s start with the voting rules. We all are to have papers to write down our votes. You can’t vote for yourself, because imagine all of us voting for ourselves, we wouldn’t have a winner by a majority. To ensure that nobody still cheats and votes for themselves, we will all have different pen colors, so if I see somebody cheats, you’re OUT of that year’s voting polls. Finally, we all have to pitch in with the prize money. So far we’re 7 in the room, to divide the $50, we have to chip in at least 7 dollars, that way we cal all say we financially contributed. Are we all in agreement?” you asked, leaving everybody in shock.
“And to think you were the only genius in the room, huh Reid?” Rossi crosses his arms, laughing.
“You better keep her, pretty boy. She’s a keeper.” Morgan smirked.
Spencer pulled you in this time for a kiss on the cheeks, “This is why I love you.” You cupped his face, kissing him back, “Yabba dabba doo, love.”
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid imagines#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#matthew gray gubler#matthew gray gubler x reader#matthew gray gubler imagine#matthew gray gubler imagines#matthew gray gubler x you#matthew gray gubler x y/n#criminal minds#BAU#BAU Team#BAU x reader#BAU team x reader#oneshots#requested#criminology
180 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Hot List, in which the NYC Familiar Discord Ranks their Masters - Nandor x Guillermo Fanfic (one-shot, crack!)
Summary: The familiars of New York City use Discord to connect and blow off steam...and also to rank their masters’ hotness. Nandor discovers this impertinence and throws an internet fit.
Tags: Crack with a touch of angst
A/N: I don’t know.
---
NYC Familiar Chat
#thirsty
Celeste-is-Best: nngh, have you guys seen Mr. 50ss’s’s’ss instagram story????
Celeste-is-Best: He’s so pretty! it’s like turn me, already!
Imurdad | colby: I know, right? I can’t believe he’s only 7 on the hot list…
[Gigi the great and sam teh pretty like this]
Gigi the great: Don’t forget to vote on this month’s poll!!
Best Hair!
We’re the ones who make them look pretty--but who’s the prettiest one of all? This month we’re voting on the NYC vampire with the best hair. Cast your vote!
A. Simon the Devious
B. Nandor the Relentless
C. Tilda
D. Evan
E. Houston
F. Nancy the Relentless
---
Guillermo locked his phone with a little smile. If he could he’d vote a hundred times for Nandor’s hair. It was unlikely that his master would win against the likes of Evan, Tilda and Nancy. He’d thrown Simon on there as a joke and was kind of horrified by how many familiars seemed to be into the limp mullet look. To each their own, he guessed.
On that note, it was almost nightfall and Nandor’s hair wasn’t going to brush itself. Guillermo made his way into the crypt, lighting candles and gathering the soft brush, comb, detangler spray and hair oils. Nandor was what he lovingly referred to as “high maintenance.” He was also surprisingly pitiful for a 750-year old warlord. It took Guillermo ages every night to carefully tease out and brush the knots from his hair without hurting him. It should’ve been annoying after so many years, but the chore remained one of the highlights of Guillermo’s day.
For one thing, he got to touch his master without being scolded or hissed at. So that was nice. For another thing, Nandor’s hair was as soft as his personality was prickly. Guillermo would often drag out the task, running his fingers through the silky strands and lightly touching Nandor’s jaw to get him to tilt his head this way or that.
He was doing just that, as well as admiring the expanse of cream and bronze skin revealed by the open collar of Nandor’s loose shirt, when the vampire opened his mouth.
“Guillermooo...Did you happen to get any virgins for tonight?”
Guillermo’s fingers momentarily tightened around a hank of his master’s hair. He imagined giving it a sharp tug. He forced himself to loosen his grip and replied, “No, master, I’m sorry. Virgins are getting pretty thin on the ground lately. I managed to pick up a couple people from a bible study class, though. They should taste pretty innocent, right?”
Nandor made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat before answering, “You’d be surprised.”
---
NYC Familiar Chat
#the-struggle
Gigi the great: I know we all jealously guard our sources, but I’ve been in a dry spell for a few weeks and my master is going to lose it and drink me one of these nights. Anyone have any new leads on virgins in the area?
Gigi the great: I’ve tried the usual stuff...LARPers, church socials, chastity clubs (surprisingly unhelpful…). I’m kinda desperate!
Direct Messages
Celeste-is-Best: only because you had my back last month when I ran out of burial sites…
Gigi the great: OMG! Celeste, please!! 🙏 🥺
Celeste-is-Best: there’s a magic the gathering tournament in brighton heights this weekend...😈
Gigi the great: You are like the virgin whisperer, Celeste. Thank you!
Celeste-is-Best: np
Celeste-is-Best: hey! Are you posting the poll results soon? I voted for Tilda--don’t tell Houston!! LOL
#main
Gigi the great: The results are in! The vampire with the best hair in NYC is……..EVAN!
Check out the Google Form for the full results...
docs.google.com...best_hair
Evan (26%)
Tilda (22%)
Nancy the Relentless (17%)
Simon the Devious (16%)
Nandor the Relentless (13%)
Houston (6%)
---
“What are you typing over there on your intelligent phone?”
Guillermo hurriedly tucked his phone away and looked up to find his master mopping blood from his mouth with a lace-trimmed handkerchief. They were in an alleyway a few buildings down from the comic shop. The limp body of Nandor’s victim lay discarded on the dirty ground. Guillermo smiled affectionately at Nandor trying and failing to clean himself. He took the hanky from him and set about doing the job himself. The snow white fabric was quickly drenched in dark red arterial blood.
“I was just, um...checking on another potential virgin source,” he lied.
The familiar Discord was strictly secret. If any of their masters ever found it and saw their human servants’ uncensored discussions... The thought sent a panicked tremor down Guillermo’s spine and he thought--for the thousandth time--that he should delete the app and not look back. But the idea of continuing with this emotionally draining, thankless job without his little support system was just as disturbing. Besides, the server had really come through for him tonight.
“Well done, Guillermo!” Nandor praised him and Guillermo’s heart swelled pathetically. A small, shameful part of him imagined Nandor patting him on the head and he didn’t hate it. “That was the most delicious virgin I’ve had in months!”
“Thank you, master,” Guillermo smiled sweetly, his cheeks dimpling. Nandor watched him for a long moment and he could swear he saw his master’s eyes linger on his mouth. He shut that thought down before it could bloom into a hope that was only doomed for disappointment.
“Well…I’ll see you back at the house.” Nandor vanished before his eyes, taking his bat form and darting out of the alley with a high-pitched squeak and a furious flap of his leathery wings.
Guillermo sighed, looked at the broken body and wondered if he’d be able to fit his car down the narrow alley or if he’d have to drag the corpse to the opening. He fished out his keys and started the short walk back to his parking spot. All the while thinking, with distracted horror, Simon the Devious beat out Nandor for best hair?!? Really?
---
Direct Messages
Gigi the great: Hey, thanks! The Magic tournament was a hit!
Celeste-is-Best: i do live to serve…
Gigi the great: Har har.
#bitch-session
mish-bish: Ugh!!! Pretty sure my asshole master is hypnotizing me again.
call-me-karen: That’s rough, Misha! You wanna talk about it? My master lets me take the car whenever I want. I can come pick you up…
mish-bish: Yeah, like...I definitely have a huge black hole in my memories from last night. Fuck.
mish-bish: Oh, that’s ok Karen. Thanks.
Gigi the great: Hey @mish-bish. Sorry you’re having a hard time. If you feel up to it, check out the #support channel. A lot of other familiars have gone through this and talked about it there. Sometimes it helps to hear how others cope!
---
“Guillermo! Guillermoooo!”
Nandor’s panicked bellow reached him all the way in the basement where he was checking his lye supply. Guillermo huffed it up the stairs and raced into the fancy room where he found his master staring aghast at his laptop.
“Wh-what is it, master?” he asked, bent over and catching his breath.
“Someone named...Rap4Unlyfe has sent me a fake news!” Nandor wailed, gesturing to the laptop as if the device was personally responsible.
Guillermo suppressed an eyeroll and walked over to sit beside his master. He watched in dismay as Nandor scooched farther down the couch but he tried not to let it sting too much.
The browser was open to Nandor’s Hotmail account. He leaned forward to read the open message, unsure what to expect. The blood drained from his face as he read.
from: [email protected]
subject: rofl bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahah
yooooooooooooooooOO!
Has ne1 else seen there familiars on this site??? I hypnotized mine last nite to give me his phone password and...👀
Mierda. There were two screenshots attached. One was the survey results page from the “best hair” poll. The other was an excerpt from the chat, specifically Guillermo posting the winner of the poll and the link to the results.
Guillermo’s face fell into an adorably distressed frown. He darted a glance at Nandor but the vampire just looked confused. It wasn’t clear if he yet suspected that his own familiar might be “Gigi the great.”
“Huh…” Guillermo leaned back and smoothed his expression into one of untroubled amusement. “You’re right, looks like fake news. You should probably just ignore it.”
Nandor punched his fist into his thigh and snapped, “But Guillermo! I cannot let this go unanswered! This...this...ludicrous insult! Imagine...me losing a hair contest. Everyone knows I have the most beautiful hair!”
Guillermo blushed magnificently, “Of course, master! This is just...a prank. Someone playing a mean trick on you. You shouldn’t give them the satisfaction--”
The laptop chimed. Guillermo dove to prevent Nandor from reaching it but the vampire simply slapped him away with a petulant whine, “Give me that! Fucking guy…”
Nandor’s lips curled into a snarl as his eyes scanned over the screen.
“Oh, no! Now they are making a mockery of me on the ether net!”
from: [email protected]
subject: RE: rofl bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahah
Oh! That is too delicious! Suck it, Houston and Nandor!
It gets even better. Have you seen this, yet?
vamp_hot_list.doc
“Guillermo, what is a hot list?” Nandor asked with a worried frown, clicking on the attachment.
“No, master! Don’t--”
It was too late. He watched as his master’s eyes lit with understanding and then intrigue and finally outrage.
“29?! I am number 29 on your dirty hot vampire list!? What is the meaning of this?” Nandor bristled like an angry porcupine, his eyes shooting metaphorical quills into Guillermo’s soft flesh.
“It’s not my list, master!” he insisted and then, guiltily, “Not only mine…”
“Guillermo!” Nandor gasped, his eyes returning to the screen for a moment before pinning him with outraged accusation. “So, it is you!? You are...Gigi the great? Well, I do not think you are so great, little guy! In fact I think you’re pretty un-great right now! And disrespectful!”
Guillermo sank into the couch cushions, melting under his master’s ire and replying miserably, “It’s not as bad as it looks!”
Nandor turned back to the screen and began reading off names from the top of the list, “Viago! Nancy the Relentless! Evan! I suppose these are all vampires you’ve been dreaming of doing the hanky panky with! Putting them on the top of your list above your own master! That’s two demerits, Guillermo!”
“What!? No! Master, I didn’t make the list! We vote on it! Everyone gets a say. If I made the list of course you’d be at the top--”
Guillermo snapped his mouth shut. His face was on fire and he felt like crying. Nandor must have some inkling of his crush, right? After ten years of service? This couldn’t really be the life-ending mortification that it felt like. He waited, wide-eyed, for his master’s reaction. Nandor stared at him, his huge, dark eyes filled with shock and anger. After a long minute he turned back to the laptop, waving a hand dismissively in Guillermo’s face.
“Go to your room now, Guillermo! I need to think of how to punish this impertinence!”
Guillermo stood, barely holding in humiliated tears. He gestured to the device in Nandor’s lap, “My laptop…”
Nandor held it out of Guillermo’s reach and hissed, “No! Vampire only computer time, Guillermo!”
Guillermo left, trudging out of the room with a sinking feeling in his stomach as the sound of Nandor’s flop-wristed typing followed him out the door.
---
#main
Gigi the great: Is everyone okay?
call-me-karen: not fukcing great!
Imurdad | colby: Seriously! WTF!!?
Gigi the great is typing…
Guillermo lay on his little cot with the crocheted blanket his amá made for him pulled up to his chin. Tears streaked down his cheeks and the phone’s glare reflected in his glasses. He thought back to every off handed complaint, every silly photo turned into a “master-shaming” meme, every confession, every joke. All of them laid bare to the world. The Discord server started out as goofy, harmless fun. The hot list was the perfect embodiment of that. But it became so much more. Being a familiar could be lonely. You were isolated from other humans and surrounded by cold, uncaring monsters all the time. Guillermo loved Nandor. Everyone knew this...there were even memes about it on the server! But sometimes his master’s aloofness got to be too much and he needed to reach out to other humans who understood him!
He threw his phone down onto the mattress, angrily pawing at his teary eyes and wondering if this was it. Not just the end of NYC Familiar Chat, but the end of Guillermo the Great, his long-dreamed-of vampire alias. There was no way Nandor would keep him as a familiar after this…
---
Direct Messages
Celeste-is-Best: OMG! Guillermo, have you seen this?
Celeste-is-Best: http://familiar-hot-list.colinrobinson.net
Celeste-is-Best: hey, if this is Nandor’s big revenge scheme I think you’re going to be ok
Celeste-is-Best: we miss you!
---
Guillermo heard his master calling him and cringed. It had been a week since the hot list incident and Nandor had spent every waking moment making little jabs at his familiar and grousing about how he’d been betrayed on the internet. But to Guillermo’s surprisingly intense relief, he hadn’t been fired. After ten years of disappointment and hopeless pining, Guillermo half-expected to welcome the prospect of finally being put out of his misery, so to speak. He was kind of shocked, therefore, to feel happiness and gratitude that his master had decided to keep him around, even if only as a verbal punching bag.
He found Nandor in the library, smugly brandishing the purloined laptop.
“Come have a look at your punishment, Guillermo,” Nandor patted the couch beside him. “This is what happens when you disrespect vampires on the ether net.”
Guillermo swallowed the lump in his throat and collapsed beside Nandor feeling like a man condemned. Their thighs pressed together but for once Nandor didn’t move away. He shoved the laptop at Guillermo and handed him a yellow sticky note with Colin Robinson’s handwriting on it.
“Colin Robinson has assisted in creating a webpage for your disgrace. We have done our own hot list! A familiar hot list. All of the New York vampires voted. So, now you can see how not nice it feels to have your hotness besmirched for all the world to see.”
Guillermo typed in the URL and blinked as the neon green background scorched his retinas. The page was a hideous callback to the internet of the late 1990s right down to the hit counter at the bottom. There was a border of pixelated dancing Draculas surrounding bright orange text.
NYC Familiar Hotness Ranking
1. Guillermo (Nandor the Relentless) - 19%
Guillermo looked at the screen, then over at Nandor, then back to the screen again.
“Master? Have you looked at the results yet?”
Nandor’s brow knit with confusion, “No, why? What does it say?”
He grabbed the laptop and squinted against the garish colors. Guillermo watched Nandor’s face carefully as he read the results. He looked surprised and almost...pleased at first, before giving in to his patented aggravation.
“Fucking Colin Robinson!”
---
New NYC Familiars Group!
#welcome
Imurdad | colby: Hey @everyone! Welcome to the new Discord server. Guillermo has stepped down as a mod but he’ll still be around. We don’t have a perfect solution for the security problems we had with the last server. We’re asking everyone to be vigilant about hypnosis and if you feel like you’re losing time, please be sure to secure your phones/computers away from your masters….
---
from: [email protected]
subject: Something you might want to see…
Hey Nandoorman! How’s it hangin’?
Listen, I’m sorry that your revenge didn’t go as planned. I noticed you’ve been a little short with Gizmo ever since this whole thing started. As someone who cares about my roomie, I want to advise you to knock it the hell off. Also, I don’t relish the thought of returning to the days before Gizmo came along. Do you even remember what the house used to look like? Pools of blood everywhere. Dead bodies. Melted candles all over the place...
I digress… I managed to snag this screenshot from Count Rapula. I think you may find it interesting.
Your pal,
Colin Robinson
discord_gizmo.jpg
#confessions
Gigithegreat: Hey guys. This isn’t easy for me to share but I know I’m not the only one who’s dealt with this and if I can help one of you feel less alone then I’ll be glad. As most of you know, I recently “celebrated” my 10th anniversary as Nandor’s familiar. I was convinced, absolutely convinced, that my master was going to make me into a vampire. Well, once again it didn’t happen. He made me this weird portrait out of glitter instead. And the thing is...like, I should leave, right? He’s never going to turn me and that’s the basis for our whole arrangement. I serve him faithfully, he turns me into a vampire. It’s simple, right? So why am I still here? Why am I still burying bodies for him and making human sacrifices? Dressing and feeding him? Treating him like he’s some kind of god and not an ancient cranky baby? It’s because I’m in love with him. Hopelessly, stupidly, self-destructively in love with my vampire master who thinks of me as nothing more than a really well-trained poodle who can talk. Why? WHY? Because he makes me laugh. Because he’s fiercely protective of his vampire family and (sometimes) that includes me. Because when we’re alone he can be so adorably, painfully vulnerable and it feels like a privilege that I get to witness that side of him. Because he does ridiculously stupid but considerate things like spending hours making me a glitter portrait. When he’s happy with me I feel like I could float and when he’s disappointed I feel like being swallowed up by a sinkhole. And, yeah, he’s also man-of-my-dreams outrageously hot and I cannot believe you cretins have him ranked #29 on the hot list. It’s a crime.
Gigithegreat: So, yeah. That’s why I stay. I’m no longer hoping for a bite that will never happen. Now it’s a kiss, a hug, a touch, a look. Anything he’s willing to give me I’ll gladly hoard in my little closet-room along with my glitter portrait. Because I’m pathetic. That’s it. That’s the confession.
Imurdad | colby: Brave words, Guillermo. Hang in there, friend.
blood_princess: this is a mood
sam teh pretty: Sending you healing head scritches ❤️
Celeste-is-Best: look, i think i speak for us all when i say we need to see this glitter portrait!!!
[You’re Viewing Older Messages … Jump To Present? ￬]
---
Nandor looked uncharacteristically thoughtful while Guillermo readied him for sleep. The familiar guessed he was still angry that his little revenge plot had backfired. He couldn’t help but feel a little smug about his position as the hottest NYC familiar. Even if he was pretty sure it was mostly due to the other vampires messing with Nandor. Guillermo couldn’t really enjoy his victory, though, not with Nandor’s feelings of betrayal still weighing on his heart.
Nandor’s face was a stoic mask as Guillermo helped him undress. He cooperated listlessly, picking up his feet for Guillermo to remove his heavy boots, lifting his arms up over his head as Guillermo took off his brocade tunic. Finally, he placed his giant hand in Guillermo’s soft, small one and stepped up into his coffin. Guillermo stood by the side of the coffin as he always did, watching over Nandor with affection choking his throat. Nandor smoothed his hair down and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Sweet dreams, master,” Guillermo whispered, leaning across him to catch the lid of the coffin.
“Wait, Guillermo,” Nandor spoke without looking at him, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I wish to say something to you.”
Guillermo’s heart sank in his chest. Oh no...his stupid middle schooler revenge didn’t work and now he’s going to send me away… Tears pricked his eyes and he choked, “C-can’t it wait until tomorrow, master?”
“No. I must say this now,” Nandor responded, oblivious to his familiar’s internal drama. “I want to say to you that--and I think I’m being extremely gracious and lenient here--it is fine for you to have your little, pathetic familiar group on the dark internet.”
“O-oh,” Guillermo quickly swiped the tears from his eyes, “thank you, master…”
“But no more mee-mees, Guillermo! Master-shaming...very disrespectful!”
“Of course!” Guillermo laughed, delirious with relief.
Nandor looked up at him with a final warning glance before softening, “Alright, then. As long as we are clear on that…”
There was a long beat of silence during which Guillermo found himself locked inside his master’s gaze. Nandor’s eyes were like pools of rich, melted chocolate. Guillermo imagined himself as the German kid from Willy Wonka and for a second he was in danger of breaking down into giggles. But then his master spoke in that soft, uncertain tone he only used when they were alone and he was feeling fragile.
“Guillermo...did you really vote for me to be the number one hottest vampire?” Nandor toyed with the buttons on his shirt and looked up at his familiar with a shy, open expression.
Guillermo’s cheeks burned and he wanted to laugh and hide and kiss his master on the mouth all at once.
“Yes, master, I did. You’re…” he cleared his throat and tightened his grip on the lip of the coffin, “so handsome, master. So beautiful...”
He watched his master’s chest expand with pride and his lips twitch into a haughty smirk.
“That’s true, Guillermo. Good job for noticing,” Nandor praised him in a voice that was a little too loud. It rang with a false sense of self-assurance. After a few seconds he went on in a quieter tone, “Do you know, I--this is very silly, Guillermo, you mustn't tell anyone this--I voted for you, too. As the hottest familiar…”
Guillermo’s stomach did a little swoop and his lips curved into a blinding smile. His dumb, beautiful master thought he was attractive? Guillermo tried to reel himself in; he tried to remind himself that Nandor probably only voted for him to boost his own reputation. But--wait?--hadn’t the list been meant as a revenge against Guillermo? God, what a handsome idiot.
“Thank you, master,” Guillermo gushed and now he was certain that Nandor’s eyes strayed too long on his smiling lips and red, dimpled cheeks.
“Alright then!” Nandor pulled the emergency break on the moment. “Time for my evil slumber. Night night, Guillermo!”
And in a slow motion moment that would feature in Guillermo’s dreams that night, Nandor reached up and put his hand over his. Nandor’s cool, smooth palm rubbed over the back of Guillermo’s warm hand and his fingers squeezed slightly. The breath rushed from Guillermo’s lungs and he could only squeak in reply, shutting his master into his coffin and moving away with a dazed smile on his face.
A muffled sound came from the coffin just as Guillermo reached the door to the crypt.
“...And I don’t think of you as a poodle…”
“What was that, master?” Guillermo called.
“Nothing, Guillermo!”
Guillermo shuffled off to his little room feeling like he was carrying a happy little flame inside his chest. For once he gave himself permission to hope without fearing disappointment.
---
New NYC Familiars Group!
#thirsty
Celest-is-Best: SORRY NOT SORRY!!!! Simon can get it…
blood_princess: ummmm thirst after your own master, Celeste. Oops sorry she’s 12.
mish-bish: Lmaooo. Gross Celeste!
Celeste-is-Best: listen.
Celeste-is-Best: ...i got nothin. I want his evil dick.
…
Gigi the great: Please look respectfully at this photo I snuck of my master the other night. Do I really need to explain myself further???
Celeste-is-Best: that’s it. guillermo, ask nandor if he needs another familiar. my body is ready!
Gigi the great: Back off, bitch!!!!
Gigi the great: jk love u
Gigi the great: but srsly back off
#master-shaming
mish-bish: submitted without comment
[Imurdad | colby, Gigi the great, Sam teh Cat, and 6 others like this]
...
Gigi the great: 🙄🙄🙄
Gigi the great: I hate him I love him
#main
black-peterrr: ohohoho, has anyone talked to Guillermo lately…..?
black-peterrr: a little raven told me he and Nandor were seen HOLDING HANDS in the park the other night…
call-me-karen: WHATTTTTTTT
Celeste-is-Best: @Gigi the great, CONFIRM OR DENY!! GIIIIIGIIII!
Gigi the great: ……...I don’t kiss and tell 😉
Imurdad | colby pinned a post
Imurdad | colby: This is momentous.
#memes
Gigi the great: hot take…
Imurdad | colby: bahahaha, okay…
Imurdad | colby:
Gigi the great: But have you considered…
Imurdad | colby: lol compelling
Call-me-karen: I mean…..👀
Celeste-is-Best: Ha...ha...ha…*sob*
Direct Messages
Celeste-is-Best: Gigi! we miss you! ur never online lately...
Celeste-is-Best: too busy getting that ottoman empire dick, huhhh??
Gigi the great: OMG Celeste! You’re out of control!
Celeste-is-Best: that wasn’t a denial…
#main
Gigi the great: Hey guys...sorry I haven’t been active lately
Gigi the great: Quick update though....
GIgi the great:
blood_princess: OSDFJweoiflkdfaf omgggggg gggggiiiiiiigiigigig!!!!!!
Jameson: Holy shit, man. Congrats.
Celeste-is-Best: GuillerrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmooooooOooooO!O my baby! you look amazing!
call-me-karen: DO YOU NEED A FAMILIAR!!?!?!?!?
Celeste-is-Best: jesus, karen lol
blood_princess: my master is having an orgy right now. I just locked myself in the bathroom--I’M FREAKING OUT!! What is it like? IS that blood on your collar??? OMG how was ur first feeding?
Imurdad | colby: FAMILIARS ONLY, GUILLERMO!!
Imurdad | colby: I’m kidding. OMG I’m so happy for you! (And burning with jealous rage)
Celeste-is-Best: look how fucking happy Nandor is
Celeste-is-Best: i’ve been shipping you two from the beginning, Gigi!
Celeste-is-Best: …..hope you’re not going to forget who helped you out with those virgins last month…
---
“Guillermo!” Nandor’s voice was half whine, half growl. “It’s very difficult to sleep with that light filling the coffin! What are you doing anyway?”
The screen illuminated Guillermo’s grin as he answered, “Just posted that selfie we took to the familiar chat. They’re freaking out.”
Nandor turned onto his side, nuzzling his face into Guillermo’s neck and tickling him with his beard, “That’s nice. Sleepy time now, Guillermo.”
“Yes, master,” Guillermo breathed and Nandor purred low in his chest. Some things had changed since becoming a vampire and others had stayed the same. Calling Nandor “master” had taken on a new, thrilling subtext.
Nandor’s arms snaked around Guillermo, tugging the smaller vampire into his chest. He let out a contented sigh and his body went still as he began to fall asleep.
“I guess I should probably leave the group,” Guillermo yawned--force of habit. “Since I’m not a familiar anymore.”
Nandor wrenched himself from sleep with the power of his own petulance, “Hey! What do you mean ‘not a familiar anymore’? Just because a guy gives his boyfriend the gift of eternal life he thinks he can quit being his familiar!? Who’s going to brush my hair?! ‘Not a familiar anymore’...fucking guy…”
#nandor x guillermo#guillermo x nandor#nandermo#wwdits#wwdits fanfic#nandor the relentless#guillermo de la cruz
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pumpkin Patch part 2
Requested: Yes(ish)
Pairing: Tom Holland x Best Friend!Reader
Part 1
a/n: so i wasnt going to do a part 2, but i realized my first one shot kinda left it on a cliff hanger soo..here we are!
Getting back to Tom’s flat, you gently nudge Harrison awake.
“Wake up sleeping beauty, we’re back,” you whisper.
His eyelashes flutter awake and he stretches his arms.
“That was a bloody good nap,” he yawns.
“I’m glad you had a good rest,” you reply wittily.
The three of you walk into Tom’s apartment, each of you carrying your medium sized pumpkins.
You set them down on the kitchen table and rub your hands on your jeans.
“Oh! My big and small pumpkins!” you gasp, going back to the car to get them.
“She’s not going to be able to carry that big one back in here,” Tom recalls, smiling towards the front door.
Harrison notices his stare and smirks.
“So why don’t you go help her out?” he offers.
Tom looks at him bewildered and quickly shakes his head.
“Tom, you’ve got to start making moves, you wanker,” Haz chuckles.
“M-make moves? For what?” Tom fidgets, crossing his arms.
“Don’t make me say it. Anyway, you’re losing daylight!” Has points towards the door, causing Tom to raise his arms in defeat and make his way to you.
When he got to the front door, he took in the sight of you trying to carry both pumpkins. You were leaning on your left leg for balance, carrying the bigger pumpkin and slowly reached for the small pumpkin.
He shuts his eyes and chuckles, shaking his head at your attempt to carry both.
“You know, you could have asked for help, love,” he says, jogging down his front steps.
You turn to see Tom and let out a sigh.
“Oh thank god, I’m starting to lose feeling on my left side. Here,” you place the bigger pumpkin into Tom’s arms.
Your fingers lightly graze his arms, and you quickly look away. Even though he was wearing a sweater, you don’t want to be distracted by his toned muscles and unbelievable strength.
You grab the small pumpkin and lead him back into the house.
“So, pumpkin carvings; want to do them tonight?” Harrison suggests.
“Absolutely!” you shout.
“Perfect, I’ll get the knives and cutters out. Tom…you can just hang around,” Harrison jokes.
“Are you implying I can’t handle myself with a knife?” Tom scoffs.
“Tom, you can barely handle a scissor,” you laugh.
“Anyway, let me go change into something less cute so I don’t get pumpkin guts all over me,” you say, running upstairs.
Harrison grabs the utensils needed and brings them to the living room table.
It’s better to cut the pumpkins there considering you’ll all have more room to maneuver.
Tom grabs towels and lays them on the floor and on the wooden table.
“So, what's your plan, hm?” Harrison asks after a few minutes of silence.
“Plan..?” Tom furrows his eyebrows.
“You know, how are you going to tell Y/N you fancy her?” his teeth graze his bottom lip.
“Oh, fuck off, Haz,” Tom swats the air and straightens out the towel on the table.
“Did you really not think I’d notice?” Harrison asks, offended.
“Well, no, I-I guess not. But I thought you liked her?” he questions.
“I did, but I don’t like her nearly as much as you do. You practically drool over her when she does the slightest thing as look your way!” Harrison adds.
Tom shakes his head, grinding his jaw.
“Don’t pretend like I’m not right,” Haz raises a brow.
But he was right, and Tom knew it. Tom loved absolutely everything you did, and found the smallest things adorable and admirable. You had him insanely whipped.
“And I think she might like you, too,” Harrison spoke up again, plopping on the couch.
“Right, and my name is Bob,” Tom rolls his eyes, sitting on the floor.
“It’s quite amazing how smart and talented you are, yet your common sense is lacking,” Haz laughed.
Tom frowned, shooting him a glare.
“Oh, take the piss once and a while mate. Even though it’s true,” he smirked.
Meanwhile, you were upstairs getting changed into something more comfy. You grabbed a black sweatshirt that might’ve belonged to Tom and snaked it over your head.
The scent lingered in your nose, and you knew right away that it was, in fact, Tom’s.
You smile at the thought, but quickly shake your head.
You can’t like Tom. He’s your absolute best friend, along with Haz. You all have a great thing going, you don’t want to ruin it with false feelings. Besides, he didn’t like you back anyway, right? Right?
There was that one time his hug lasted a little longer than it had; and that day you all went to breakfast and he insisted on sitting across from you. You could have sworn his eyes were burning a hole through you, yet you didn’t mind.
But all those feelings were pushed back when you were set into reality.
It simply wouldn’t be possible to date Tom, with him in the spotlights and expanding his career.
And you’d never hinder his growth with your selfish wants.
You slide on leggings and throw your knotty hair up in a bun. It was about time your hair got out of your face.
You jog down the stairs and see the boys in the living room.
“You ready to carve some pumpkins?!” you exclaim.
The boys yell “Yeah!” making you gush and smile wider than you had been.
You sit on the floor next to Tom, and he scoots over to give you more room.
“Shall we make this more interesting? Maybe hold a contest?” Harrison asks.
“I like it! But wait, there’s three of us here, who’s gonna judge?” you ask.
Harrison pulls out his phone and points it towards the table of pumpkins.
“Okay, so Tom, Y/N and I are about to carve pumpkins. It’s up to you, the viewers, to vote on who’s pumpkin turns out best!” He points towards each pumpkin and when he’s finished recording on what you assume was his instagram video, he begins to frantically tap on his screen. Tom pulls out his phone as well, situating himself in front of the pumpkins and turning his phone facing him.
“So, as you saw in Harrison’s story, or if you’re just viewing my story, Haz, Y/N and I are carving pumpkins. When we’re done I’m going to show them all and you get to pick your favorite!”
Just then, you feel your phone vibrate, signaling a tag from Harrison on his story, and Tom’s follows shortly after.
“I better win...wait, what does the winner get?” you ask.
“Bragging rights..” Harrison says, beginning to carve the top of the pumpkin and remove the seeds.
“No! It should be something legit,” you shake your head and start to ponder.
“Bragging rights AND this pumpkin seed,” Harrison holds up the insides of the pumpkin, causing you to frown.
“Agh, I hate this part of carving!” you yank the top of you pumpkin off and begin to carve inside to remove the slimy seeds.
“How mad would you be if I just put all of this in your hair?” Tom asked cheekily.
“Very mad, Thomas, don’t you dare!” you screech, sliding away from him.
Tom laughs and throws the remnants of the pumpkin into the garbage.
You all decided on carving a traditional face into the pumpkins, but the true test was who’s would look more professionally done.
There was a silence in the room, concentration at an all time high.
“There’s a reason why I’m an actor,” you hear Tom whisper sing-song-like, and you giggle.
He looks over at you and smiles, proud of himself for making you laugh.
He sneaks a glance at your pumpkin, and notices you are doing exceptionally well.
“Well damn, Y/N, when were you going to tell us you had a keen eye for art?” Tom asks.
“A true artist never reveals her secrets,” you wink at him.
Tom could feel a blush creeping up his neck, and quickly looks away from your stare.
Harrison watches your interaction unfold in front of him, baffled at the fact neither of you knew each other’s intentions.
It was about an hour later, and Haz and Tom decided to post pictures of all 3 of the pumpkins on their story, along with a poll.
In the end, your pumpkin came in first, Harrison’s came in second, and Tom’s came in third.
“Rubbish! You guys are supposed to be on my side!” Tom cried on his instagram story.
“Don’t be mad! Your fans recognize true talent!” you taunt, shooting the camera an award winning smile. Tom made a mental note to save that story to his camera roll later.
You and Harrison start cleaning up the mess while Tom adds his finishing touches to his instagram story.
“Your fans are going to go nuts over all the new content,” you note.
“Good, now you won’t be canceled, Tom!” Haz sneers.
“I don’t even know what that means,” Tom folded his arms, “so your words mean nothing.”
“Why don’t you two put the pumpkins on display out in the front? I’ll wash up everything,” Harrison insists.
“You sure, Haz?” you pout.
“Yeah, yeah. Go on,” he shoos you two away.
You look at Tom and shrug, grabbing your pumpkin.
Harrison nods your way to Tom, as if to say “now’s your chance.”
Tom follows you outside with his pumpkin.
The night sky is illuminated by the stars and waning moon, the cool breeze sending shivers down your spine.
“Is this my sweatshirt?” Tom asks, lightly pulling at the hoodie.
“Oh, yeah. You don’t mind, do you?” you ask hesitantly.
“No, course not. What’s mine is yours, darling,” Tom assures you.
You give a cheeky grin and sit on the steps. You pat the spot next to you and Tom complies.
You sigh, looking up at the stars.
Tom takes this time to take in your profile, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.
“You’re awfully quiet, Tommy,” you whisper, eyes still glued to the stars.
Tom clears his throat.
“Just taking in the view is all,” he admits.
You bring your attention to the brown eyed boy and smile.
“Y/N...there’s something you have to know,” Tom trails off.
“Oh my gosh, you’re pregnant?” you gasp teasingly.
“No, seriously,” Tom averts his eyes and turns his body to you.
“What’s up, Tom?” you ask, growing concerned.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for..quite a while, actually,” he laughs breathily, “and I feel like if I don’t tell you now, it’s just going to consume me. Your presence consumes me, Y/N.”
You blink at him, slowly letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Did Tom just confess his feelings to me? You thought. The corners of your mouth quirk up.
“Well, that makes me feel better about feeling the same way, then,” you confess.
His face perks up at your words and you can see his boyish smile shine through the moon’s light.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he said.
You smile up at him and lean your head on his shoulder.
Harrison watches from the living room window and sighs out, “Fucking finally,” chuckling to himself.
Tom owed Harrison big time for this one.
tags: @hazsterfield @greenarrowhead @toms-darling
#tom holland#tom holland imagine#tom holland au#tom holland blurb#tom holland headcanon#harrison osterfield#harrison osterfield blurb#harrison osterfield imagine#harrison osterfield headcanon#told you id do it#hazsterfield
61 notes
·
View notes
Text
First Dates
Summary: The thought of the lads and their friends playing this game is too funny not to write about it.
Word Count: 2001
Warnings: Alcohol consumption (plz drink responsibly kids)
Read it on Ao3
Notes: This one won first place in the poll by a large margin, so here it is! It will also be my first fic since February, so I hope y’all like it. Asks and comments are always appreciated, and I have three more fics in progress if you’d like to request something to be in those as well:) Enjoy!
“A coming home party? You realize we’ve only been gone for less than a week, right?”
Phil shrugged, not seeming to see the significance. He kept tapping at his phone, the clicks of his keyboard nearly audible from the speed, but he was trying to hide a smile. “Oh well, explain that to everyone who’s throwing us a surprise party.”
“It’s not a surprise if-”
“Shhhh!”
So here I was, fancied up for a dinner party that I “had no idea about”. That was being thrown at our flat, Phil informed me on the lift ride back from our “date”. We’d gone window shopping.
“This is ridiculous.”
“You’ll love it.”
“It’s still ridiculous.”
We were still bickering when Phil unlocked the door, the lights turned off and everyone as silent as they could be. I imagined that Bryony had already started the rounds of shots, as she yelled “SURPRISE!” a beat before the rest. The best part was that they all somehow bought my shocked expression. Maybe I could make it as an actor.
The shots were good, I gave them--mostly PJ and Bryony, the self-proclaimed bartenders of the night--that much. We were all well and tipsy when Phil headed for the game shelf, which was for the best. We needed the nice, comforting weight of intoxication in order to play any of those games.
“Nooooo,” Bryony whined, leaning heavily on Wirrow’s shoulder. “Not the games! Not the games!”
“Yes the games!” Phil called back, scanning the shelf for the perfect torture device. “Anyone ever played First Dates?”
Only Phil and I had, so it was a must for the night. PJ declared the winners got to down the rest of the vodka and the losers got to clean up in the morning. We decided that was fair.
The rest was a blur.
Round 1
“Team namesss,” Bryony whispered loudly, barely letting Phil set the game up first.
“Ooooh, yes!” Sophie agreed, and thus commenced five straight minutes of three couples deciding on the perfect team names for a board game. Yes, we were all adults. Phil had created a monster.
“Best name starts out three points ahead.” I raised an eyebrow; PJ rolled his eyes.
“Sweet.” Bryony nodded in approval, twirling a piece of her hair smugly. “We’re Team Wirrony, obvs.”
We boo-ed them for unoriginality, but of course all eyes turned to Phil and I next.
“Phan?” Wirrow snickered, and I threw a crisp at him.
“Lesterine. Like the mouthwash.”
We earned that round of applause-Phil had wanted Dil Pickles, for Christ’s sake.
“And Pofie for us,” PJ took a shot, and the game commenced.
Bryony cleared her throat. “Right, so let’s start with the unassuming hosts of the evening-’who would taste better’?”
Some snickers, a few moments of contemplation, and we had our answers. It was 2-1 disagree, and…
“Ha! Agree on Dan, Wirrony gets the points.” Phil was smirking a little too flirtatiously, so I chimed in with, “It’s only because he’s a secret cannibal.”
“Kinky.” Wirrow nodded appreciatively. “So our turn next?”
We played a few rounds of “starter”, one of our questions being ‘who can down a pint the fastest’.
“Please,” Bryony rolled her eyes, writing her answer down already. “You’re all amateurs.”
“Put your money where your mouth is,” Phil snickered, writing his answer down as well. “Ever seen Dan drink when he’s sad?”
Everyone laughed at my expense, but no one believed him. We had all disagreed anyway, so the only obvious thing to do now was to crown a true winner.
Bryony poured us each a pint, starting a countdown. “Five, four, three, two, DRINK!”
I slammed my glass on the table in six seconds flat, making PJ nearly choke from laughter on his beer. Everyone else stared at me in awe, Phil, Sophie, and PJ not even finishing their drinks.
“What made you think-” I hiccupped. “-that you could ever swallow something faster than me?”
The room was in an uproar, and it was only just round two.
Round Two
“Champagne for midnight and the main course?” Bryony became more extravagant as she drank, and somehow made some very good, very bubbly pink champagne.
“Lesterine, you’re up!” PJ simply got more giggly as the night went on, which had an effect on Phil in that he kept trying to subtly tickle me.
“Who is more likely to be sporting a vajazzle or a pejazzle?”
We all snickered in thought, but eventually Phil whispered, “a what?”, except the whole table heard, and everyone was very colorful in their explanations. At least he got an answer, I supposed.
“So it’s all for agree?” I smirked. “On who?”
“You, duh, ya freak.” Wirrow rolled his eyes, but Phil and I shrugged, flipped our cards, and the table was outraged.
“Why Phil! He didn’t even know what it was!” Bryony actually sounded angry, but I knew she was just competitive. And just a tad bit drunk.
“Because he had that back jewelry thing. And I would never.” I pretended to be offended, but honestly it was more fun just getting them riled up. After all, I was a chaotic neutral.
We went through a few more--Phil and I racking up points and sexual tension alike--but Bryony and Wirrow were in close second. Out of the six of us, Bryony and I were the most competitive, and someone started up a bet on who would win. Sophie and Wirrow had their money on us, while Bryony and PJ decided on Bryony, with the assistance of Wirrow.
“Bitches,” Phil murmured, or tried to murmur. He didn’t seem to realize he was speaking in a completely normal tone. I made a mental note of it being kind of cute.
“Okay!” I announced, rubbing the card between my hands. “Second to last for the main course-who already has, or is more likely to get a terrible tattoo?”
Unbelievably, none of the couples agreed on an answer. We decided to split the points between everyone who had the most common answer, which was PJ.
“Where’s that logic!” PJ pretended to pout, but three out of six of us has chosen him for a reason.
“You’re very random and it just makes sense,” Wirrow rolled his eyes, gesturing at PJ’s everything. “It would be like an alien or something equally lame though.”
The final question was ‘who would win in a fight’. Every team but Pofie agreed on Bryony.
“Thank you!” she giggled, sticking her tongue out at PJ. “I may be tiny but I’ll kick your ass.”
“Who else would win?” I asked Sophie, who now seemed embarrassed to say. “We said Phil,” she rolled her eyes. “But to our defense, he is scrappy.”
“Scrappy?!”
Round Three
“Ladies and gents,” Bryony was swaying gently as she stood, having a lot of fun for someone who hadn’t wanted to play this game at all. “Team Us is beating the mouthwash lads, so place your final bets now.”
I threw ten pounds in for the hell of it, obviously on me and Phil. “We're soulmates, remember?” I winked, throwing an arm over Phil's shoulder. None of our friends had called us that in a good while, and everyone seemed a tad bit surprised at my declaration. I'd been poking fun at Bryony all night for being wasted, but I didn't handle alcohol well myself.
“Alrighty y'all,” PJ did a bad accent of sorts, pulling a card out of the deck with a flourish. “Who is more likely to be slightly aroused right now?”
I think we'd all sort of forgotten how to play the game, as by now we were just answering for all three teams. The odds of any of us agreeing were slim, however everyone somehow agreed on this one.
“Did everyone say me?!”
I received a round of hoots and laughs as a response, and Phil was doing his best not to laugh at my astonishment.
“Dan, hun,” Sophie tried to soften the blow, but couldn't hide the gleam of amusement in her eyes. “You're an open book when you're drunk.”
I stuck my tongue out, drawing the next card. “Whatever, y'all are cheating. Next questizzle-who would punch their mum in the head for 10,000 pounds?”
“What the fuck,” PJ snickered, writing quickly nonetheless. “That's sadistic.”
“Mm, but that's a lot of coint.”
The vote was almost unanimously Phil, the only answer differing was Phil's own. “I love my mum!” he protested, defeated.
“Maybe so,” Bryony sipped her drink, raising the glass to Phil. “But you are the legendary Captia£ester.”
We played a few more rounds, Sophie and PJ wracking up some points, but we were in the lead at the final question.
“All or nothing!”
“PHIL!”
Our cries of protest were in unison, but Phil was grinning broadly and informed us that it was not only tradition in this household, but it was his game and his rules.
“Bitch,” I whispered, pinching his leg.
“You love me,” he retorted, drawing the last card.
“Who's better at faking an orgasm?”
“Who's better at an orgasm? What?” PJ was thoroughly confused, and no one wanted to tell him the real question. It was all or nothing, after all.
“Snakes, all of you,” he shook his head as he wrote, throwing his pen at Phil when he was done.
“So the question was who's better at faking one-” PJ sloppily hurled a pillow at Phil, who dodged it. “-reveal your answers!”
It took us all a second to read the responses, and I knew our neighbors were going to file a noise complaint for all the yelling that was ensuing. Bryony threw the remaining cards in our direction, almost actually pissed. “How did y'all agree on ME?!”
I answered, “You get bored of everything!” right as Phil giggled, “The rest of us are too easy.”
We totalled the points, or, PJ did. I slowly started sliding the remaining vodka toward me, receiving a stink eye from Bryony.
“Yeah they won,” PJ shook his head, pushing the bottle toward me with his foot. I caught it as it started tipping over, raising it in a toast.
“I’d like to say thank you to PJ for suggesting these stakes, and Bryony for losing like a champ.” I deserved the facefull of cards I got for that one.
“You gonna share?” Phil had taken far fewer shots than I had, so I shrugged, handing him the bottle. “I’m tired, let’s go to bed. We can go get hangover breakfast in the morning.”
Everyone agreed. I downed the remaining inch in the bottle, pulling Phil by his tshirt into our back bedroom. I had been telling the truth about being tired, but also I’d been hearing Phil’s deep intoxicated voice all night and hadn’t kissed him since this morning. So, I had valid reasons.
We’d barely shut the door behind us before I started kissing him, and I guessed he’d been waiting too, as he turned us around and pushed me up against the wall next to my dresser. He knew I liked when he did that, and I tugged at his hair, because I knew he liked when I did that.
“Our friends think we’re gross,” Phil giggled breathlessly, hardly getting a word out between my mouth being on his. I didn’t answer, shushing him. “Don’t care”, I mumbled, and I didn’t.
Somewhere in that indeterminable amount of time, we ended up on the bed, our kisses slowing as we became sleepier. I had my head on Phil’s chest, slowly slipping into unconsciousness, when the thought crossed my mind that we were done. Done with the tour, done with traveling, done with expectations. We could play games and make videos as we wished, make our schedules whenever we wanted, go wherever we wanted. We were free.
But that was the most coherent thought I had before I fell asleep, thinking about what a mess we made and how loud we’d been and how warm Phil was. Drunken thoughts were sometimes true after all.
#dan and phil#phan#phandom#phanfiction#phanfic fluff#fluff#my fic#my phanfic#first dates#cute#pj and sophie#bryony and wirrow
20 notes
·
View notes
Photo
This week in Shadowhunters news, updates, sneak peeks, and behind the scenes. All the stuff you need to stay up to date.
Official Promotion
Maia saying what we're all thinking. #Shadowhunters
FreeformTV tweeted: Just leaving this here. via @ShadowhuntersTV.
Awkward prom posing during #Shadowhunters Season 2 Episode 10. #FBF
When #Parabatai meet. #Shadowhunters
Clary's face at the end. 😏 #Shadowhunters
What's your favorite Maia moment? #Shadowhunters
Luke has always been selfless. #Shadowhunters
Hey handsome. Behind the scenes of #Shadowhunters Season 3B. [4]
Shadowhunters In The News
Clevver (article): Dom Sherwood Blown Away by Fan Support, Despite End of Shadowhunters
TeenVogue (article): "Shadowhunters" Star Dominic Sherwood Has "Hope" for the Series Thanks to Fan Support
Seventeen (interview): 'Shadowhunters' Star Katherine McNamara Shares Her Most Embarrassing Stories [2]
ComicBook.com (article): 'Shadowhunters' Star Reflects on Fan Support After Cancellation
ShumDario News (interview): Our Crazy Rich Asians Review with Harry Shum Jr. on Representation and Small Victories
Observatório Cinema (article): Shadowhunters | Ator sentiu “esperança” por conta do apoio dos fãs após cancelamento da série
Courier Mail (interview): Shadowhunters star Dominic Sherwood goes bar-hopping in Brisbane
SpoilerTV (poll): The SpoilerTV Favourite TV Series Competition 2018 - Winner and Final Words
SyFy Wire (article): 66 Bisexual+ Characters in Genre TV
The Series Regulars (article): ‘Shadowhunters’: Magnus Bane’s Positive & Powerful Bisexual Representation
TVFanatic (article): 31 Couples Who Accidentally Fell In Love
Just Jared Jr. (article): This Is The One Thing That Dominic Sherwood Wanted To Change About Jace in 'Shadowhunters'
GLAAD (article): why we, the stans, love shadowhunters
PRIDE (article): 9 TV Shows with Bisexual Guy Characters
Twitter & Social Media Stuff
Sydney Meyer (Helen Blackthorn) shared a photo of herself as Helen: Half and half 😉 [3]
Jack Wall (composer) tweeted: Just finished the 42nd spotting session for our show Shadowhunters on Freeform that Trevor Morris and myself have been scoring for the last 2 years. An emotional series Finale and an emotional goodbye. Thanks so much...
Darren Swimmer (showrunner) tweeted: If the previous 40 episodes are any indication, the score for the finale 2-parter is sure to be amazing.
Todd Slavkin (showrunner) shared a photo: Last music spot with @DSwim @lonewolflindsay @jackwallmusic where we went over score, songs & sound fx for finale #sonicheroes #superears #thankyoulindsayandjack #shadowhunters
Lindsay Wolfington (music supervisor) tweeted: Bittersweet final music spot with these guys. Can’t wait for you to hear! And yes, I teared up. #Shadowhunters #Shadowhuntersmusic
Jade Hassoune (Meliorn) shared a photo of himself as Meliorn on Instagram.
Kat (Clary) shared her Seventeen interview: Thank you @seventeen for putting me through the 🔥 of the emoji challenge! Really made me 🤔 and 🤣. All my ❤ ! Check out the 🔗 for the full 📽! https://youtu.be/zUBD0xNDzLI
Isaiah (Luke) shared a photo on Instagram: Who wore it better? #losersclub
Javier Munoz (Lorenzo Rey) shared a quick make-up trailer video: Missing you peeps... #BTS Hair & Make-Up post shooting.... @ShadowhuntersTV @NicolaNCD @HarryShumJr @EmeraudeToubia @PrinceRoyce @Kat_McNamara @BriBriGuy23
Wevents Production announced David Castro (Raphael Santiago) and Nicola Correia-Damude (Maryse Lightwood) as guests for The Hunters of Shadow 3 in Paris.
Matt (Alec) tweeted his costars accomplishments: If you don't know already, @Kat_McNamara is heading over to @CW_Arrow, @isaiahmustafa is crushing #IT2, @HarryShumJr is in @CrazyRichMovie and more, @WainwrightAE is in #raisingdion. More updates from the rest of the cast coming soon! Send them your support and love!
Sydney Meyer (Helen Blackthorn) tweeted: Proud baby sister. Arrow is lucky to have you. Give em hell 👊🏹😉👏🙌❤
Wevents Production announced Will Tudor (Sebastian Verlac/Jonathan Morgenstern) as a guest for The Hunters of Shadow 3 in Paris.
Nuno DeSalles (cast trainer) shared a photo of Matt (Alec) on Instagram: #motivationmonday !!! The #infamous #midworkout expression!! @matthewdaddario psyching himself up for the rest of the #workout
Thank you again to @ac3_photos For another great shot!
Harry (Magnus) tweeted an animal request: @MatthewDaddario yo, hit us with another Koala pic and maybe a kangaroo too.
Harry (Magnus) shared a video of a tour of his “backyard” via a new app.
Taylor Mallory (writer) tweeted: When your Discover Weekly playlist tries to make you cry... @jamiegorenberg @EmeraudeToubia #Shadowhunters #3x08
Brian Hui (makeup artist) tweeted: Super excited to be the new makeup HOD on S4 of The Expanse! Don’t worry SH fans, you’ll still get BTS of 3B but I hope some of you will join me in outer space! #TheExpanseSeason4
People’s Choice Awards
Shadowhunters is a finalist in three People’s Choice Awards categories, #TheSciFiFantasyShow, #TheBingeworthyShow, and #TheShow. Kat McNamara (Clary) is a finalist for #TheFemaleTVStar and Harry Shum Jr. is a finalist for #TheMaleTVStar.
Voting on the People’s Choice Awards website can be done here.
ShadowhuntersTV posted on Twitter and Instagram:
We’ve. Been. Nominated. Retweet to vote #Shadowhunters as #TheScifiFantasyShow in the #PCAs.
We sure can. Retweet to cast your vote for #Shadowhunters as #TheScifiFantasyShow in the #PCAs.
You and your #parabatai can help us win as #TheScifiFantasyShow. Retweet to vote for #Shadowhunters in the #PCAs.
@Kat.McNamara is a finalist for @PeoplesChoice Awards #TheFemaleTVStar of 2018! Vote now, link in bio. You can vote up to 25x per day. #PCAs
There’s no shortage of magic in #Shadowhunters. RT to vote for us as #TheSciFiFantasyShow in the #PCAs.
We’re a finalist in the @peopleschoice awards. RT to vote #Shadowhunters as #TheShow in the #PCAs.
He’s wonderful both on and off screen. RT to vote for @HarryShumJr as #TheMaleTVStar in the #PCAs. #HarryShumJr
Somebody hug us. We’re a finalist in the @peopleschoice awards. RT to vote #Shadowhunters as #TheBingeworthyShow in the #PCAs.
And so are all of you. RT to vote for #Shadowhunters as #TheBingeworthyShow in the #PCAs.
We made it to the finals. RT to vote for #Shadowhunters as #TheSciFiFantasyShow in the #PCAs.
Vote for #HarryShumJr as the @peopleschoice’s #TheMaleTVStar? Challenge accepted. RT to vote for him in the #PCAs.
People’s Choice Awards tweeted:
Vote for Shadowhunters by retweeting this post: #Shadowhunters #TheShow #PCAs
Vote for Shadowhunters by retweeting this post: #Shadowhunters #TheBingeworthyShow #PCAs
Vote for Shadowhunters by retweeting this post: #ShadowHunters #TheScifiFantasyShow #PCAs
Vote for Katherine McNamara from Shadowhunters by retweeting this post: #KatherineMcNamara #TheFemaleTVStar #PCAs
Vote for Harry Shum Jr. from Shadowhunters by retweeting this post: #HarryShumJr #TheMaleTVStar #PCAs
Harry Shum Jr. ✔ Champagne ✔ #Shadowhunters Nominations ✔✔✔ #PCAs
In The News
TVLine (article): People's Choice Awards 2018: Grey's, Shadowhunters Lead TV Nominations
Just Jared Jr. (article): 'Shadowhunters' Earns Five People's Choice Award Nominations - See The Full List Here!
Matt Carter (article): Shadowhunters gains ground at People’s Choice Awards; what it means
Hidden Remote (article): Shadowhunters nominated for 5 People’s Choice Awards (and 4 of them were write-ins)!
Nerds and Beyond (article): Sci-Fi/Fantasy Finalists for People’s Choice Awards
Billboard (article): 2018 E! People's Choice Awards Finalists Announced: See the Full List
E!News (article): 2018 People's Choice Awards: Complete List of Finalists
TVFanatic (article): People's Choice Awards 2018: Grey's Anatomy, Shadowhunters Lead the Way
PureFandom (article): People’s Choice Awards: ‘Shadowhunters’ fans won’t back down
Kathie Lee and Hoda (video): Exciting news! We just announced additional @peopleschoice award nominations! Get in on this second phase of voting! Voting is open now through Friday.
E!News (interview): He wasn't an original #PCAs nominee, but #Shadowhunters fans are no joke!
E!News (article): Harry Shum Jr. Pops Champagne Over Shadowhunters' Unprecedented PCAs Write-In Votes
Cast and Crew Reactions:
Kat (Clary) tweeted her thanks and voting instructions for each category!
Kat (Clary) posted about her nomination on Instagram.
Harry (Magnus) tweeted his thanks and voting instructions for the PCAs.
Harry (Magnus) shared a video thanking fans for the nominations encouraging voting on Instagram.
Todd Slavkin (showrunner) tweeted: The people have spoken! Congrats @Kat_McNamara on your much deserved PCA nomination. Your talent & dedication & positivity are an inspiration to us all #ClaryFairchild #girlppwer #shadowhunterslegacy #shadowhunters
Todd Slavkin (showrunner) tweeted: Of the people and for the people! Congrats @HarryShumJr on your PCA nomination. Your talent knows no bounds. There is nothing you can't do #magnusbane #rolemodel #Shadowhunterslegacy #Shadowhunters
Darren Swimmer (showrunner) tweeted: It's an honor to have been able to work with #PCA finalists, @Kat_McNamara and @HarryShumJr, and I am incredibly glad their amazing talent is being recognized by those who matter most - the audience.
Matt (Alec) tweeted his support: Hey! @Kat_McNamara and @HarryShumJr are nominated for #PeoplesChoiceAwards! Go to their pages and vote for them. Its the smartest choice you'll ever make.
Harry (Magnus) tweeted: My reaction this morning looking at my phone.😲😆
Kat (Clary) tweeted: Amazing work, angels! If you want vote, make sure you use all three hashtags! There are many posts for Shadowhunters, Harry and me that only have 2#s - you need to hashtag the name too for it to count - like this - #KatherineMcNamara #TheFemaleTVStar #PCAs 1 RT = 1 vote
Oz Comic Con
Matthew Daddario (Alec) and Dom Sherwood (Jace) spent a weekend in Brisbane, Australia at Oz Comic Con.
The entire panel can be seen on the Oz Comic Con Facebook Page.
Clare Kramer shared a number of photos from the weekend’s panels:
Here’s @MatthewDaddario on the @OzComicCon main stage! #Shadowhunters #OzComicCon18
Here’s @DomSherwood1 smoldering at a fan @OzComicCon. #OzComicCon18 #Shadowhunters
.@MatthewDaddario and @DomSherwood1 are cracking up the #Shadowhunters panel audience with their stories of mean magpies, eyepatches, and swimming kangaroos. #OzComicCon18
Deep thoughts with #Shadowhunters @MatthewDaddario: Why do they call them action figures? @DomSherwood1: Because you can make them do actions. #OzComicCon18 @OzComicCon
.@DomSherwood1 “You broke the sword.” @MatthewDaddario “I did not break the sword! The ground and the manufacturer conspired to break the sword!” #Shadowhunters #OzComicCon18
“This is what happens. I ramble, then he rambles, and people lose interest.” @DomSherwood1 on his #Shadowhunters panel with @MatthewDaddario #OzComicCon18 [1]
It’s time for the #Shadowhunters panel with @DomSherwood1 and @MatthewDaddario @OzComicCon, and it’s a packed house! #OzComicCon18
Here’s @DomSherwood1 telling the crowd @OzComicCon that @MatthewDaddario doesn’t like pandas. #Shadowhunters #OzComicCon18
SPOILER ALERT @MatthewDaddario @DomSherwood1 #Shadowhunters #OzComicCon18
It’s time for the #Shadowhunters panel with @DomSherwood1 and @MatthewDaddario @OzComicCon, and it’s a packed house! #OzComicCon18
“Matt had a lot of sugar before coming out.” @DomSherwood1 on @MatthewDaddario @OzComicCon #OzComicCon18 #Shadowhunters
Here’s @MatthewDaddario’s profile @OzComicCon, all chiseled and whatnot. #shadowhunters #OzComicCon18
#SaveShadowhunters (continued)
On June 4th, it was announced that Freeform wouldn’t be continuing on with a fourth season of Shadowhunters. Here are a few major highlights. (Our full roundup for #SaveShadowhunters can be found here.)
Amazon Adviser (article): Is it time for Amazon to save Shadowhunters?
Other News
Kat (Clary) will be joining the cast of Arrow in a recurring role for Season 7:
TVLine (article): Arrow Season 7: Shadowhunters' Katherine McNamara Joins Cast
Kat tweeted: THRILLED to finally be able to share this news. So excited to be joining @CW_Arrow! Thanks @tvline
Hidden Remote (article): Arrow Season 7: Shadowhunter’s Katherine McNamara joins the cast
The Series Regulars (article): Katherine McNamara Nabs Recurring Role On ‘Arrow’
TV Guide (article): Stop Everything! Kat McNamara Just Booked Her First Post-Shadowhunters Role
Just Jared Jr. (article): Katherine McNamara Joins 'Arrow' Season 7!
Entertainment Weekly (article): Arrow casts Shadowhunters star Katherine McNamara in recurring role
ComicBook.com (article): 'Shadowhunters' Star Katherine McNamara Cast in Major 'Arrow' Role
Screen Rant (article): Arrow Season 7 Casts Shadowhunters Alum In 'Pivotal' Role
Digital Spy (article): Shadowhunters star Katherine McNamara lands a crucial role in Arrow season 7
Matt Carter (article): Shadowhunters star Katherine McNamara reacts to Arrow season 7 casting
Kat shared a thank you video: Thank you, Angels! My heart is so full from all the love for #Arrow and #ShadowhuntersLegacy. SO many exciting things in store on all fronts. @ShadowhuntersTV @CW_Arrow
Glitter Magazine tweets their congratulations: Congrats to #Shadowhunters' @Kat_McNamara as She Joins Cast of Arrow
Elle (video and article): Activists, Designers and Actors Share Their First Time Voting featuring Kat (Clary)
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
AU Yea 4 - Ladybloggier
@auyeahaugust
Day 4 - Enemy
After Chloé gets booted from the Ladyblog she has the brilliant idea to make her own better version. Of course that means Sabrina has to actually do all the work.
Story on Ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15566118
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: contest winners!
Dear Ladybug#1fan
Congratulations!
You placed second in the Ladyblogs Ladybug Competition!
Your prices will be shipped to your address and the winners event will be on June 2. At 16:00 where Ladybug has promised to show up and meet up with fans.
Love and congrats from the Ladyblog
To: Ladyblog @gmail.com
from Chloe @bourgeois.com
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: There must be some mistake
Dear Ladyblog
There must have been a mistake, I clearly won that competition. I saw the other entries and none of them were even close in quality, in pose nor costume.
I’m sure it’s a simple error and will be rectified immediately.
Love
The rightful winner
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: no mistake
Dear Ladybug#1fan
No mistakes I’m afraid. While I appreciate that you put a lot of effort into this contest, and wish you the best of luck for the next one, this contest was a poll and you came in second. The fans have spoken.
Love the Ladyblog
To: [email protected]
from [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: recount
I demand you recount the votes! Rose’s costume is atrociously amateurish! She cannot possibly have gotten more votes than me! MY costume was made by Ják Custouve and is a perfect replica!
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: no
No mistakes. Many of the fans found it distasteful that your costume was made by a professional, they like the personal touch of Juleka and Rose’s work, plus they are adorable.
Move on and be glad that you came in second.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: are you kidding me!?
Chloé I’ve just been informed that you’ve been harassing Rose and Juleka!
I can’t believe you! This will not be tolerated!
To: [email protected]
from [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: stop being childish
I’m not saying anything that isn’t true.
They just can’t take criticism.
To: [email protected]
from [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: WTF
You banned me from the site!?
ALya what are you five years old!?
Let me back in the site or youll regret it!!!!!!
To: [email protected]
from [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: I mean it
Alya I mean it!
To: [email protected]
from [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: this isn’t funny
ALYA YOU CAN’T IGNORE ME!
To: [email protected]
from [email protected]
Reply to: contest winners!
Subject: .
Alya?
Akuma attacks, it’s a sad fact that they’ve become a natural part of Parisian life. It’s always different yet the same, you’ll find the red-suited heroine doing damage control and fighting off whatever monstrosity stands before her. Her black clad baton-wielding partner distracting the foe.
Often you’ll also find a brunette journalist snooping around, taking pictures and videos from a (relatively) safe distance.
Lately, there’s been a new player, a red-headed girl whose determination to get the perfect footage does little to calm her fragile nerves as she walks into the maw of danger. All she can do is attempt to stop her shaking hands long enough to ensure a good picture or video.
Alya looked on from the sideline as Sabrina continued walking closer to the titanic garbage monster being fought by Paris’ finest. The red-headed girl looked white as a sheet but continued walking closer, phone held out, trying to get a good angle.
Alya looked on in horror as the girl climbed up on a knocked over car, leaving her clearly visible and completely exposed.
The garbage monstrosity flailed around wildly, its putrid tentacles hammering into buildings and knocking off large pieces of debris which scattered wildly into the air at dizzying speeds.
The monster started yelling something about recycling as it continued wreaking havoc on the open street.
Alya saw the akuma’s singular eye falling on Sabrina, readying itself to slam its appendages at her, absorbing her like many others into its being.
Sabrina seemed oblivious to the danger, busy with filming Ladybug.
The grotesque tentacle pierced through the car as though it was a paper crane. Ladybug looked horrified down at the civilian, sipping down with slim hopes of saving her.
Ladybug found Sabrina lying next to the car, scraped but otherwise unhurt under Alya, who had managed to tackle her out of the way at the last moment.
Alya groaned in pain holding onto her elbow but quickly gave Ladybug a thumbs up. The superheroine gave a quick nod, swinging back to defeat the monster.
“You alright?” Alya looked over Sabrina, still locked in her arms, to see if she’d been injured by the fall. She kept feeling a powerful sting running down her own arm but decided to ignore it.
Sabrina got off of Alya, getting her bearings “I’m fine. You made me miss my shot!” she said in a childish accusing tone.
Alya smirked at her getting up and brushing herself off, finding that she had trouble moving her right arm properly, it hurt like hell too. She hoped Ladybug would use her magic to fix everything sooner rather than later.
“Would it have been worth it?” Alya motioned over towards the car which had been torn asunder by the attack.
Sabrina swallowed as she saw the destruction that almost hit her, she looked towards Alya, her lip quivering as she tried saying something that wouldn’t quite leave her mouth.
Alya rolled her eyes, grabbing around Sabrina’s wrist with her good arm and pulling her inside a nearby house.
The two women locked the door behind them, standing in the living room of an evacuated (or captured) stranger’s house. It was strange, seeing someone else’s house, abandoned and unlocked, this was the nature of Paris now.
Alya thought about how easy it would be for someone to use this to their advantage and steal from these houses while the akuma distracted and drove out everyone. She hated the thought of the akuma alert that she’d worked so hard to perfect being used for such awful ends.
Alya’s train of thought was ended as Sabrina began moving back outside. “Hey! It’s not safe, we should stay in here for now” she told the red-headed girl.
Sabrina scoffed “I’m not scared,” she said defiantly, still noticeably pale, her fingers still fidgeting in her trembling hands. “You film monsters all the time, so why can’t I?” Sabrina took her matter of factly tone, which Alya had long since realized was the voice she made whenever parroting Chloé.
“I’ve learned that sometimes you have to make sure it’s safe before you go outside. You have to be smart and you have to be careful” Alya warned.
“Yea right, why would you help me? You just want the best pictures”, she crossed her arms, scowling at Alya.
Alya shook her head exasperatedly; the blonde girls lackey seemed more like her ‘friend’ than Alya would have hoped. “no, I just don’t want you to end up like a concrete crepe. Especially not if it’s because you tried copying me. I made a ton of terribly stupid mistakes when I first started, I don’t want you to do the same.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes, pushing past Alya to get outside. As she moved against Alya, the brunette journalist winced in pain, holding against the arm that Sabrina had pushed.
Sabrina paused, giving Alya a worried look “are you alright?”
Alya nodded “think the fall broke my arm, it’s alright, I’ve had way worse from doing this. The Lucky Charm will set things right.”
Sabrina swallowed, looking at the fearless woman with a mix of fear and admiration “way worse than breaking your arm?”
Alya shrugged with an embarrassed smile “yea, broken legs, head injuries. I’m pretty sure I might possibly have legally died for a few minutes one time. But Ladybug always set it right so I’ve never had to deal with it for long.”
Alya rubbed against her bruised arm with a melancholic look “still, one day she might not be able to fix everything and then I’d be screwed. Besides, it’s not fair to put that extra pressure on her, she’s got more than enough to worry about without a bunch of reporters running around needing her to save us.”
Sabrina looked at Alya’s arm, then up at Alya with a thoughtful expression. She reached out and touched it to Alya’s surprise, inspecting it against Alya repeating ‘ow’.
Alya quickly realized that Sabrina wasn’t just fumbling with her, but rather seemed to know what she was doing. “I don’t think it’s broken, but it’s definitely sprained.” Sabrina concluded, she left the room silently and Alya feared for a moment that she’d be left alone with her pain.
To her surprise Sabrina reentered the room holding a bag of peas, she gently placed it over Alya’s arm, looking up at Alya with a sad expression.
“Hey, it’s ok! I’m sure it’ll be alright, Ladybug will fix it and I’ll be right as rain. Nothing to worry about” she smiled reassuringly.
Sabrina sighed, finding a chair and making Alya sit down in it “you got hurt because I was being stupid…”
“Oh… well, if it helps I might have gotten hurt even if you weren’t there, I’m dangerously reckless” Alya beamed, hoping to help the redhead feel better.
Sabrina scoffed “seriously, how do you keep doing this? No one is making you” she sat down in front of Alya, her legs still shaking from before.
“If someone was making me do the Ladyblog I’d have quit a long time ago” she chuckled “It’s important to me, it’s important to the city of Paris, and it’s even important to Ladybug and Chat Noir. I always wanted to be a hero you know? This way I feel like I can do my part if only just a little.”
Alya held her hand gently over her arm where she’d been hit “I just hope I can be more help than burden…”
Sabrina looked stunned, she was staring down at her hands, unable to meet Alya’s gaze “I guess… I always sort of thought when people said they did things for noble reasons that they were just fishing for attention…” she muttered.
“That’s awful!” Alya blurted out, “not that you’re awful just…”
Sabrina shook her head “it’s ok, I think maybe I am awful, which is fine, some people just are right?” she shrugged sadly.
Alya could feel herself slowly growing hot with rage “what!? No! Why would you say something like that!?”
“You don’t have to be nice, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that it’s not a nice thing to say.”
Alya felt her heart sinking looking at the morose redhead “do you really feel that way?”
Sabrina shrugged “why wouldn’t I? Whenever I try to be nice people just walk all over me, and I always end up doing some really awful things” Alya felt like crying for the girl, mostly because she seemed completely unwilling to cry for herself.
“You’re just doing what Chloé tells you to right?” Alya tried.
Sabrina’s head tilted “I guess, but it’s not like I ever say no. I enjoy helping Chloé, even when I know it’s wrong.”
Alya furrowed her brow “what do you enjoy about it?”
Sabrina curled up defensively “it’s kind of hard to explain. I don’t think you’d understand”
Alya gave Sabrina an encouraging smile “I’d like to try.” She looked at the nervous girl, understanding that she had a hard time doing things for herself, Alya struggled with that too. Thankfully it was possible to help a bit by changing the narrative “I’d like to not be alone right now.” She admitted, “it hurts a lot and… I think I need someone here right now. We can talk about something else if you want.”
Sabrina’s eyes lit up with sympathy, Alya almost grinned at the girl who claimed to be a bad person and was so ready to help others. The redhead bit her lip “I’m not sure what I should say…”
Alya shrugged “how about what in the world you were doing in the first place. Why the sudden interest in photography?”
Sabrina looked off to the side with a nervous expression, playing with her hair.
Alya chuckled “let me guess, Chloé decided she’d make her own Ladyblog?”
Sabrina’s expression clearly told her she’d hit the nail on the head. She defensively brushed hair behind her ear, looking away from Alya a little embarrassed “yes well… what was she supposed to do after you banned her?” she accused.
Alya stared down the mousey girl, making her immediately shrink back “Chloé was harassing others on my forums, I have clear rules on the site and she broke them. She got her own damn self thrown off of the site”
Sabrina swallowed “sure she broke the rules but… you didn’t have to be so mean about it. You have to be gentle when dealing with Chloé, she feels rejected easily. It’s easier for everyone if you just hear her out and well…” Sabrina trailed off.
Alya gave her an unamused look “and just do as she says?”
Sabrina gave a shrug and a sad smile “I guess it doesn’t sound so great when you say it that way. Still, I wish you’d dealt with Chloé in a better way.”
Alya smirked, “because you think I did the wrong thing or because you have to deal with it?”
Sabrina’s shoulders fell as she groaned miserably “I’ve never made a blog before! There’s so much to do and learn and it has to be perfect, or Chloé’s going to be so mad at me!”
Alya couldn’t help but laugh at the poor redhead, her arm hurt every time her chest rose but she barely cared.
She smiled sympathetically at Sabrina, who was pouting at her, not happy to be laughed at. “Do you want a hand with setting it up properly? I’d offer two but I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon” she smirked, the pulsing pain continuing to beat at the back of her mind.
Sabrina smiled nervously, unable to laugh at the girl's injury. “Why would you help me?”
“I’m punishing Chloé for being a c-word, it’s not fair that you’re the one dealing with the consequences. Besides, badly designed blogs make my heart weep” she winked at Sabrina, finding her cell phone.
“Is there a working site online? What’s it called?”
Sabrina swallowed “um… The Real Ladyblog…” she whispered, causing Alya to break out in a small laughing fit.
“Hey quit it… it’s not her fault that you already had the perfect name!” Sabrina defended, cringing to herself as Alya found the poorly designed site that she’d worked so hard on.
Alya skimmed over the site with a critical look for a few moments while Sabrina stood there fidgeting, feeling naked as her baby steps towards web design were being judged.
“There’s some good stuff here” Alya concluded.
Sabrina scoffed “you don’t have to be nice, I know it’s bad.”
Alya shook her head “well, it’s got some problems but it’s about the same as when I first started out. It takes time to learn this stuff.” She scrolled curiously on the site, reading off tabs “how to get your hair like your favorite hero or akuma. Which akuma are you? Learn to pole dance like Chat Noir…?” she cocked an eyebrow at the blushing Sabrina.
“Well, I had to make a lot of stuff pretty quickly ok!” She shrunk, her hands tugging at her arms as though she was trying to disappear into herself completely.
“Pretty quickly is an understatement… you’ve made this stuff in no time at all! This is really impressive.” Alya was tabbing on the screen, looking amused. “oh! I got Lady Wi-Fi, this is actually a really cool quiz!” she giggled amused, reading the little blurb of text describing her own akumatized form.
“So you’re not mad that Chloé made a rival site?” Sabrina looked at her with a perplexed expression.
Alya snorted “level with me, using a percentage number, what on this site was Chloé’s work?”
Sabrina paused for a few moments “I guess the name was her idea?”
Alya laughed “thought as much. Sabrina, you’re really good with this stuff. The Ladyblog is really formal, akuma alerts and databases and speculation you know? It’s the stuff I love, but I’m sure people would love a site that was much more well… this!” she motioned towards the screen, smiling enthusiastically.
Sabrina blinked with surprise and confusion “it’s just a dumb thing I threw together. The algorithm is really simplistic” she scratched the back of her head embarrassed.
“The Ladyblog was just a dumb thing I threw together too, then I started putting real work into it and now it’s this big thing.” Alya looked out towards the still fighting heroes, barely visible through the windows. “I love some of the stuff others make as well and I’m so grateful that people still look to my site for a lot of information. But I would really love to help you with this site if that’s something you want to do.”
Sabrina froze, she tapped at her black screen distracting. She had a thousand yard stare, looking down past her phone onto the floor, contemplating everything.
“Something wrong?” Alya asked with a worried tone.
Sabrina shook her head “I guess… I just realized I couldn’t really remember the last time someone asked if I wanted to do something.” She said deep in thought.
Alya fought back the need to tell her how awful that was, to jump out into the streets, find Chloé and literally kick her ass. Instead, she sighed deeply, looking at Sabrina with an encouraging and empathetic look “so what do you want?”
Sabrina swallowed, looking like she’d never thought about it, as though the concept of making her own choices was completely lost on her. “I guess I had a lot of fun coming up with the things on the site” she admitted, “I don’t want to make Chloé mad, but working on the site with you actually sounds really fun!”
Alya smiled “so do both, we’ll work on the site and I’ll help you not only make it, but make sure to throw some traffic in your direction. I can do that you know” she pushed up her glasses in a sarcastically high and mighty way, making Sabrina giggle.
Sabrina’s smile faded “but Chloé and you loathe one another”
Alya wanted to argue but couldn’t “you’ve got me there. But just because we can’t stand one another doesn’t mean I don’t like you.” She shrugged encouragingly “if it helps, I’ll gladly promise to keep it a secret from your queen bee.”
Sabrina smiled at the idea but it was clear that something still nagged at her. Her cold words weren’t accusatory, she simply believed them to be fact “why would you be so nice to me? You’ll end up using this to hurt Chloé eventually right? That’s your plan isn’t it?”
Alya felt her heartbreaking for the girl, she couldn’t imagine the kinds of things she’d been through to make her automatically think that way. She scattered her brain for a way to convince the sweet idiot that she wasn’t going to betray her.
Alya sighed, an idea popping into her head, it would work but it would require her to entrust the girl with something truly precious. Alya looked at the morose redhead, she’d never done anything for Alya, in fact she’d done some really awful things. Still, Sabrina didn’t seem like a bad person, just a person with little self-esteem who desperately needed a friend who didn’t constantly berate her.
Alya groaned, realizing that she was going to risk sacrificing her work for the sake of this girl, she cursed herself for being a nice person and warned herself that it was going to end badly. She looked at Sabrina’s vulnerable eyes which were so desperate for someone to take care of her, it made her hopeful that the girl could change.
“here” Alya typed a message and send it to Sabrina which pinged moments later. Sabrina looked at it and then at Alya, looking like one big question mark. Alya sighed “it’s the login code for the administrator of the Ladyblog.”
Sabrina looked down at it with widening eyes “why would you give me this?”
Alya shrugged “mutual destruction I guess. With this you could do real damage to the Ladyblog, but of course I desperately hope that you don’t. So now if I were to try and cheat you and use our friendship against Chloé or you, you can hurt me back. That way we both know the other won’t do anything funny right?”
Sabrina’s mouth was slightly agape as she looked between Alya and her phone “but… how do you know you can trust me!?” she blurted out.
“I don’t, but I get the sense that you need someone to trust you. I hope it doesn’t come back to bite me. But I don’t think it will. You don’t have to resign yourself to being Chloé’s worker bee forever y’kno. School is a lot more fun if you spend it chilling with your friends instead of scheming with your… I don’t know, mistress?”
Alya gave Sabrina a joking smile which froze as she saw tears slowly rolling down Sabrina’s face. Alya panicked for a moment, the familiar panic of seeing anyone cry, but realized these were (probably) good tears.
“um… it’s ok girl, do you um… need a hug?” she barely finished talking before the redhead's arms were wrapped tightly around her. She felt intense pain rushing through her as pressure was applied to her damaged arm. She bit the pain back, knowing that this was important to Sabrina.
Sabrina spoke in between gulping sobs “Thank you *hick* I’ll *hick* I’ll make up for the awful *hick* things that I’ve done! *hick* I promise!” the hulking sobs echoed out against Alya, assuring her that she’d made the right decision in sharing her password.
Alya felt intense pride and joy knowing she’d done the right thing. It was slightly offset by the intense pain that kept screaming from her arm. She had to end the hug early, feeling the horrible throbbing pain jamming into her arm and somehow shoulder. She winced in pain, it seemingly kept getting worse.
“I’m so sorry!” Sabrina yelled out, realizing the pain she’d caused. She looked at Alya with apologetic tear-filled eyes.
Alya suddenly felt an intense breeze shoot through her as literally hundreds of thousands of ladybugs flew past her. She’d never get used to the sensation of breathlessness as the magical insects seemingly shot through her very soul. It was cool and almost aggressively pleasant if there could be such a thing. Like the feeling of being tickled just enough that it’s not uncomfortable, but somehow vastly intense.
Alya gasped as the ladybugs left as quickly as they came, she inspected her newly healed arm for a moment.
Sabrina looked to have been cleaned up as well, no longer crying and in a more stable mood, apparently, the powers could do that as well? Alya shook her head in amazement of her favorite superheroine.
She took Sabrina into her arms for a proper hug, feeling the slightly smaller girl shrink to her touch, but slowly unfold against her as she allowed herself to be comfortable, hugging Alya back.
The two girls hugged it out for a moment before the door was opened by a red-suited heroine, looking inside with a worried expression. She was immediately relieved to see the two girls safe and sound. She paused for a moment, confused by their hugging.
“Everything alright in here?” she asked sincerely.
Alya smiled and nodded “everything’s great”
Sabrina walked forward to Ladybug, cautiously standing before the almost godlike heroine. She fidgeted, trying to find the confidence to speak “um… Ladybug, do you have any comments about today’s fight?” she asked hesitantly, surprising everyone in the room.
“um…” Ladybug started, a little unsure how to respond.
Chat Noir entered through the door as well, looking into the room “ah, good to see you lovely ladies getting along” he smiled.
“Chat Noir, I have some questions if you have a minute!” Sabrina almost stumbled over herself, walking up to him.
Chat Noir looked surprised at Sabrina then at Alya, then at Ladybug “there’s two of them now?” he asked with joking worry.
Ladybug chuckled “looks like it” she shrugged.
“And here I’d just gotten used to one” Chat Noir turned his head up in an overly dramatic fashion.
“Oh you just need practice kitty, you go ahead and take care of the press, I’ll see you next time” Ladybug winked and zipped away, leaving Chat Noir with the two hungry reporters.
Chat Noir held out a hand after Ladybug, hoping to make her stop but it was much too late, she was long gone. He dropped his head, crestfallen.
“So Chat Noir, is it true that you’re an experienced pole dancer?” Sabrina asked without a hint of irony or embarrassment.
Chat Noir’s eyes went wide “uhhh… where’d you get an idea like that?” he chuckled nervously.
“The way you often descent your staff. Is it true or not?”
Chat looked at Sabrina with a frozen smile “oh! Will you look at that” he held his ring up to his ear “oops gotta go, see you around, stay safe!” he dashed outside into the streets and soon disappeared over the roofs.
Sabrina stood there with a disappointed pout. Alya put a hand on her shoulder, chuckling to herself “you’ve gotta dampen your enthusiasm a little when dealing with them” she smiled.
Sabrina frowned “so I messed up?”
Alya shook her head “not at all! That was great! I’m gonna enjoy working with you partner” she chuckled, holding out her hand in a fist, doing her best impression of Ladybug’s usual pose.
Sabrina beamed, pressing her knuckle against Alya’s “pound it” they said in unison, giggling to one another.
#au yeah august#sabrina raincomprix#alya cesaire#Ladybug fanfiction#fluff#ladyblog#this was fun to write
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
SMS Marketing Doesn’t Suck: Here’s How to Use it To Generate Revenue
New Post has been published on https://walrusvideo.com/sms-marketing-doesnt-suck-heres-how-to-use-it-to-generate-revenue/
SMS Marketing Doesn’t Suck: Here’s How to Use it To Generate Revenue
Did you know the average person checks their phone
160 times a day
?
Which is just one of the reasons SMS marketing no longer sucks.
Forty-six percent of people
say they check their phones before they even get out of bed.
The point is that people keep their phones handy and are always ready to use them to find information or check the latest social media updates.
Plus, open rates for texts vastly surpass email —
98 percent versus just 20 percent for email.
Mobile advertising works, but only if your message makes it to the consumer’s inbox, and only if your ad is mobile-optimized.
It’s the only way to steer clear of the noise and get a positive return on investment.
Most online marketers laugh at the idea of SMS marketing because they think it’s more regulated than email marketing. But that’s a
myth
.
Watered-down, mobile-targeting tactics are costing you conversions, clients, and revenue.
Meanwhile, SMS marketing is lurking in the background, waiting for you to capitalize on it.
Here’s why (and how) you should revisit SMS marketing to generate revenue.
The Many Advantages of SMS Marketing
Do you think
Instagram
has good engagement numbers?
Wait until you see what text messages get.
SMS Marketing Advantage #1.
Texting Has The Best Engagement Rate of Any Marketing Medium
Emails can sit unread for days, phone calls can go unanswered, but text messages are almost always read
immediately
after they’re sent.
We already talked about the comparatively dismal open rates for email. The average CTR for PPC ads is even worse at
2%
.
The point is that SMS marketing is underrated and underappreciated.
But nothing great comes without its catch.
It’s neither ethical nor legal to send unsolicited messages with text-message marketing.
You need a written opt-in.
Fortunately, customers have an easy way to opt themselves in — or out — straight from their mobile phones with most text-marketing services.
Using
Attentive’s
patent-pending “two-tap” technology, customers can opt-in to a brand’s text messaging subscriber list seamlessly from their mobile website, social media, or other digital channels.
With one tap, a message will populate in their message inbox. They simply press send on the pre-populated text message to opt-in and receive a welcome message.
Here are some of the advantages of mobile text messaging.
SMS Marketing Advantage #2. It’s Trackable
There are countless texting platforms that allow you to manage your campaign all from your desktop.
Find a solution that will give you access to detailed analytics that lets you track each step in the conversion process, starting with the initial delivery and opening.
SMS Marketing
Advantage #3.
You Can Leverage Interactive Content
Mobile messaging makes it possible to get feedback from your recipients quickly via a quick tap on the ‘reply’ button or a click on your link.
You can deliver quick, simple messages that direct subscribers back to your site.
For example,
Chipotle
excels at using mobile messaging to drive sales.
It’s short and sweet. It gets straight to the point with “free chips and guac” if you play their game.
Not a bad deal, right?
Especially since they have queso now, too.
Get creative with your text-marketing campaigns and take a page out of the Chipotle playbook.
SMS Marketing Advantage #4. Immediate Delivery
Overall, mobile marketing is fast. Once you press “send,” your message goes out instantly.
You can set up a campaign and have hundreds of clicks within minutes.
SMS Marketing Advantage #5. Add a Personal Touch
Sending a text message via your mobile device gives you an informal opportunity to personalize the message.
For example,
the Banana Republic
often sends text messages that include words like “friends” and “your.”
Using words like “you” and “I” is one of my favorite techniques for driving engagement.
The Banana Republic also does an excellent job of tapping into local events that are relevant to the recipient.
See? The opportunities with SMS are endless.
You can personalize your message, direct users to fun games where they can win coupons, and track every step of the conversion process.
Here’s how it works.
The Basic Components of SMS Marketing
The two basic components of a typical SMS-marketing campaign are the keyword and the shortcode. Here’s an example:
Text
“POPCORN”
to
555555
for our weekly list of flavors!
“POPCORN” is the keyword that gets placed in the body of the message.
“555555” is the shortcode that gets put in the recipient box.
When a customer sends that message, they’re “opting in” to your campaign. It’s as easy as that.
From there you can do a few different things.
Go ahead and send them a single, automated response to follow up and let them know what to expect next. Or you can just add them to a list that will send additional texts over time.
There are other ways to get customers to opt-in. Let them check a box on an order form or
submit their phone numbers online
.
Numbers received this last way have to be confirmed, however, since a customer could always enter a number incorrectly.
So before you add them to a campaign, you’ll have to confirm their participation with another message.
For example, you could send. “Text ‘YES’ to receive weekly coupons.”
Once they’ve opted in, customers can also respond to your messages with sub-keywords.
For example, sending the phrase “Hours” could trigger an automated text to send business hours, and “Stop” could remove the subscriber from the list.
Allowing customers to use sub-keywords gives them a way to interact with your business. It also enables them to opt-out of your campaign if they wish to stop receiving messages.
Once you’ve got the basics down, you can tap into creative ideas — like Chipotle’s game, which we covered earlier.
SMS Marketing Strategies to Try
Mobile texting tactics are diverse.
However, they should be pretty familiar if you’ve already run
social promotions and contests
.
For example, you can send coupons, drive traffic, or engage people through fun, simple games.
Here are some of the best potential uses for SMS marketing.
SMS Marketing Tip #1. Coupons and Exclusive Deals
Start by creating uniquely-generated coupon codes to prevent non-subscribers from taking advantage of your deal.
That way, people
have
to subscribe to save.
Check out this example from
Redbox
:
Redbox also takes advantage of “add to wallet.”
It’s giving you a simple one-click option to hook up your phone’s payment system with its offer.
Plus, the subscriber gets an extra incentive for taking this additional step. Customers don’t have to take an extra step to pay when they want to rent movies.
SMS Marketing Tip #2. Use Drip Campaigns
Drip campaigns
are automated messages sent based on specific factors, such as how long someone has been a customer.
Think of this as just another form of
marketing automation
.
You can create triggers or tailored responses depending on each individual’s status.
In the context of coupons, for example, you could send a 5 percent off coupon right after the subscriber signs up, a 10 percent coupon after three weeks, and a 20 percent off coupon after two months.
The longer they stick around, the bigger the potential bonus. So you’re
incentivizing
the action you want.
Best of all, you can schedule these to run automatically.
One will be sent as soon as a customer signs up or opts in. That way, you don’t need to keep sending individual messages.
SMS Marketing Tip #3. Poll Your Customers
Polls let your customers text different keywords to cast a vote.
With most services, you can
run polls
to collect responses over a period of time and graph the responses from your online dashboard.
These are relatively simple when you think about it.
However, they offer an interesting content piece.
You can use the results internally to improve your operations.
Or you can reuse the results in both blog and social content to leverage your unique, proprietary information.
The people who left an answer will also be more eager to find out what the eventual results were and even help you share them.
SMS Marketing Tip #4.
Run a Sweepstakes Contest
You can have customers sign themselves up for sweepstakes by texting a particular keyword.
Once again, this is a standard promotion tactic.
You can select some winners from everyone who opts in. Or you can also give away a smaller prize to every person who texts your keyword.
You can even use it as an opportunity for cross-promotions.
Sterling Vineyards and Uber did that to give away free rides to Sterling’s customer base.
SMS Marketing Tip #5. Send Photos and Videos
In addition to actual text SMS messaging, you can also send photos and videos.
Here’s what I mean.
Let’s say you wanted to send an eBook preview or another image-style CTA.
Check out this example I created to see what’s possible with just a few minutes worth of work.
Want to create this type of marketing message? I’ll show you how a bit later in this piece.
Use Facebook to Grow Your SMS List
Instead of putting all of your eggs in one basket, use multiple channels to segment subscribers.
SMS and
Facebook Ads
are excellent on their own. But they can be even better when you use them together.
I recommend checking out Facebook’s
lead ads
to integrate with your SMS campaigns.
Lead ads are great for collecting data and information to build up a large subscriber base.
Here’s how to get started.
Head to the Facebook Ads Manager and create a new ad, selecting lead generation as your objective.
After you’ve set your target audience, budget, and placements, head down to the lead form option to set up your ad and collect phone numbers.
Here’s what the finished product should look like.
Now you get a multi-step form that doesn’t bombard the user with an instant information grab.
Instead, it uses multiple steps to warm them up to your offer.
Pretty cool, right?
Here’s what the second step of the form looks like.
Once you’ve configured your settings, you’ve got a simple way to collect phone numbers immediately.
That means you’re almost ready to start getting your first SMS campaign off the ground.
How to Automate SMS Marketing
Since we’re into the idea of working smarter and not harder, I suggest automating the SMSM marketing process.
Let’s face it: Marketing automation saves precious time you can spend
growing your business.
For example, you don’t have to manually export and import lead data. Instead, you can use a tool like
Zapier
to quickly build out an automated process.
Zapier connects with just about every marketing software you can think of, including MailChimp, Gmail, Facebook Ads, Slack, and many of the biggest CRMs on the market.
So if you get a few people submitting phone numbers in your Facebook lead ads, you can send them directly to your CRM, your messaging platform, and even various SMS marketing platforms. All at the same time!
Here’s a few of the texting apps they work with, or you can
search here.
Let’s dive straight in, shall we?
First, select Facebook Lead Ads from the workflow ideas list.
Next, select it as your trigger.
So whenever a lead fills out your lead capture form, it will trigger the following action that you want to set.
I’ll show you how to set that up in one second. But it could be anything from sending that lead form information to your CRM to connecting it to your SMS marketing software.
Now, let’s select this action once you’ve connected your Facebook account to Zapier’s workflow.
The action determines what happens with the data from your lead forms.
For example, you can instantly add a new lead to your SMS app of choice. Then you can even automate the first message that will go out to them after they’re added.
All of this automation saves you countless hours of manually transferring data and information.
Conclusion
Let’s be honest: SMS marketing can be kinda spammy.
It has evolved a lot over the past few years, though.
People are attached to their phones more than ever, and SMS marketing allows you to get direct access to your customers.
If you can get them to opt-in, they’re never going to miss an update or offer from your company ever again.
Especially if your SMS are
personalized for the recipient!
Find an SMS app
and start sending coupons, polling your customers, running sweepstakes, sending photos, and driving sales. The options are limitless.
Get creative with your text offers and
watch your ROI grow fast.
Have you received any SMS marketing messages that you just had to respond to?
See How My Agency Can Drive
Massive
Amounts of Traffic to Your Website
SEO
– unlock massive amounts of SEO traffic. See real results.
Content Marketing
– our team creates epic content that will get shared, get links, and attract traffic.
Paid Media
– effective paid strategies with clear ROI.
Book a Call
#gallery-1 margin: auto; #gallery-1 .gallery-item float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; #gallery-1 img border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; #gallery-1 .gallery-caption margin-left: 0; /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */
Go to Source
Author: Neil Patel
0 notes
Text
The Undercover Job [1/8]
“What’s this?” Tony squints over at the paper Pepper is sliding towards him - since it has a whiff of fanmail, his hackles are more than a little raised. He doesn’t like fanmail. Since when does Pepper bring mail to Avengers team meetings? The interns are in charge of that sort of thing. Either Pepper’s lost her mind, or this is something serious.
Weirdly, Tony would prefer the former.
“Fanmail,” Pepper says briskly. “It’s in code. What do you think?”
Tony sighs, and picks it up. The hand-scrawled number and letters are meaningless. Pepper probably already knew he would be absolutely clueless about the code - maybe she’s just being polite in letting him try to figure it out before telling him what’s going on. Or maybe Sam or Clint put her up to it, just to see Tony struggle. Even though the team is quiet at the board room table, he doesn’t look around.
He lowers the paper. “You gonna tell me what this is?” Tony asks.
Pepper smiles. “Of course.”
“Can I see it?” Steve asks. Tony slides it over to him, lifting his brows at Pepper as she clears her throat.
“We don’t normally get mail like this, so it raised a flag,” she begins. “One of the members of the marketing team downstairs is apparently great at puzzles - he cracked the code and forwarded it to me. And now I’m giving it to you.”
“That still doesn’t tell me what it says,” Tony points out. Bucky snorts across the table, but Pepper is unmoved.
“It’s from someone asking for help,” she informs him, as Steve passes the letter to Natasha next. “The name signed suggests it’s a girl from a small country in the vicinity of the Mediterranean. Her father is some high-up in the government and he’s doing some pretty bad things. Criminal things. She wants the Avengers.”
“Which country?” Steve asks.
Pepper pulls out her phone, and a projection of a map appears in the middle of the table. Tony frowns.
“She asked for our help? Specifically?” he asks. “It’s illegal for enhanced-individuals to operate in that country. She should know that.”
“Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn’t,” Natasha says. “But maybe she can’t ask anyone else.”
“Local police?” Tony suggests.
“Probably paid off by her dad, if he’s a criminal,” Sam points out.
“Interpol? UN?”
“Do you have the number to the UN?” Natasha asks sardonically, quirking a brow at Tony. “And do they listen to you? Do you think they’re going to listen to a little girl from a nation that pays their dues?”
“Fair,” Tony admits.
“If the guy is dabbling in illegal activities, chances are he’s keeping the right eyes turned away,” Steve says, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he studies Tony, much to Tony’s discomfort. “The girl probably is asking us for help because she has no other options. What kind of father do you think this guy is? You think he lets her talk to authorities? Use the internet? If she’s helpless enough to ask us, we should be the ones to help her. Leave petty crimes to local authorities; help those who can’t be helped otherwise. Yeah?”
Oh, those words are bitter coming back to Tony. But Steve has a point. Tony sighs as he taps his fingers on the table.
“I don’t disagree,” he says at last, to the expectant looks of the team. “She needs help. The guy should be removed from office, obviously. But we have no power in their country - and the Avengers can’t operate there.”
“Curiously enough,” Pepper interrupts. “It’s her father that pushed that bill to be passed in the nation’s parliament.”
“So now we definitely know he has something to hide,” Sam says, and Tony frowns.
“I don’t doubt it. So, what’s the plan, Cap?”
Steve appears startled by this change. “Well,” he says after a moment. “We go in, plain-clothes. Find out what’s going on. Get a feel for the situation - get evidence if we can, and give it to whoever has the capabilities to get rid of the guy. Whoever hasn’t been paid off, I mean.”
“Or we can gently suggest that they shouldn’t accept bribes,” Bucky drawls, and the little smirk on his face leaves no question to Tony of what sort of ‘gentle suggestions’ Bucky has in mind.
“The country is holding their elections next month,” Pepper says, drawing attention back to the matter at hand. “The father is running for president. Polls indicate that he’s going to be the clear winner - ”
“More bribes,” Sam mutters.
“ - which would not be good for the integrity of the government. Short road to a dictatorship from there. What do you think, Tony?” Pepper finishes.
Tony sighs inwardly; he should’ve known. It goes against the grain to operate under the radar - secrets aren’t really his thing. But it will do no good rushing in with guns blazing; not in this case.
“Fine,” he says aloud. “Let’s hash out the details of getting in the country, and get this show on the road.”
~
Why does it always have to be security? Bucky thinks grumpily to himself, fitting an assigned com device into his ear. Couldn’t have put me in the kitchens like Sam, or in tech with Tasha - no, it has to be security. It always has to be security.
The single consolation is that Steve is on security, too. And Steve’s disguise is thicker - dyed hair, fake nose, that sort of thing. It’s worth a laugh - but still. Security is boring - and for the little girl who sent Stark the coded message? Bucky could be doing so, so much more.
“She’s gonna become a fast target if her father catches word of what she did,” Stark had told him. “Keep her out of this, Barnes. No civilian casualties - literal or figurative.”
Bucky closes his assigned locker, deep in the mansion house, and follows the waiting head of security out.
Mr. Lalk is not one for words. Bucky appreciates that much.
The mansion house is located on a deserted beach about three miles from the capital city - a prime location, and certainly worth it. Massive windows and elaborately adorned balconies flank every single room, with views of the crystal blue sea to the east and south, and distant mountains and vineyards to the west. The picturesque city lies to the north. Bucky has to admit it’s a beautiful place - but beautiful places can hide ugly secrets.
Lalk stops at the last door down the south wing. Folding his hands in front of him to appear stern, Bucky lets his eyes flicker around the ceiling. Two separate security cameras, one pointed down the hall he came from, one fastened on the girl’s room. Not a very trusting father.
A brisk knock, a tense moment, and then through the door a muffled, “Who is it?” Not as girlish as Bucky expected. Maybe she’s a teenager. He frowns - that’s even worse. He’s gonna talk to Tony about this.
“It is Mr. Lalk, madam. I have brought your new bodyguard.”
“My what?” The tone rises, and without waiting for permission Mr. Lalk opens the door. Yikes. Anyone can walk in? Bucky grimaces to himself.
The bedroom is full to the brim of bright sunlight, courtesy of the open balcony doors facing south. A salty wind filters in, smelling of hot fragrant flowers. Propped up in a chair, with feet resting on the doorknob of a balcony door - the girl.
Bucky blinks. Girl? Nope. All he can see is the hair, the bare feet, and nimble fingers turning the pages of a book that she’s hiding her nose in. But he knows at once this isn’t a little girl. Without looking back, she says with authority,
“I will have no guard, Mr. Lalk.”
“Your father insists - ”
“Doesn’t matter,” she returns indifferently.
“With the rising tensions from the upcoming elections…” Lalk’s voice is growing shrill, and Bucky bites back a smile. Spirited woman.
“Which would be easily circumvented if he wasn’t running for president,” she interrupts.
“ - your father insists you have a bodyguard, and that is final. If you wish to take it up with him, you may.” Mr. Lalk ends with a sniff, and Bucky waits.
The feet fall to the ground, and he stares at the woman as she rises from her chair, turning to face Mr. Lalk with her chin in the air. For the briefest moment her eyes land on Bucky with some surprise - he feels the hair on the back of his neck rise - and then she regards Lalk coolly.
“I will,” she says at last.
“Until then,” Lalk says irritably, and he jerks his head towards Bucky before turning on his heel to leave the room in a huff. The door is closed with a slam, and Bucky swallows as he meets those eyes again.
“I’m supposed to stay outside,” he says, a little roughly. “Um - I think he slammed the door to make a point.” Immediately the cool features of the woman soften. Is that humor dancing in her eyes?
“Undoubtedly,” she says. “You haven’t known Lalk as long as I have.” As she quiets, she catches her bottom lip between her teeth - Bucky swallows again, and finds that he somehow can’t move as she takes a few steps towards him.
“You have a sister?” he asks next, desperate for some explanation. “Or did you send that letter?”
Her eyes widen slightly, and he can see the precise shade all the better. “There’s a camera in here - ” she starts to say.
“We have someone in the tech room. Don’t worry about what you say,” Bucky tells her. “Go ahead. Brief me.”
She blinks. “Okay. Well - I did send the letter, yes. I didn’t think…”
“That we’d come?”
“Yes.” She squares her shoulders. “You were my last hope.” There’s a depth to those eyes, the quiet desperation and long-suffering that Bucky starts to feel a strange twisting in his stomach.
“We’re gonna help,” Bucky promises, even though he knows better than to make such promises.
Her lips curl into a smile - a very lovely smile, he doesn’t fail to notice. The sea breeze is floating her airy wrap around her, and damn - if the sea doesn’t set off those eyes perfectly.
Bucky realizes belatedly that he shouldn’t be thinking these things.
“Two nights ago one of the candidates running against my father turned up dead in Spain,” she says bluntly. “And just this morning another withdrew from the race and has apparently left the country. At this rate, there won’t even be anyone else to vote for besides my father. Our current president is already sipping wine on his vineyard, anticipating a rich retirement.”
“Sounds about right.”
“I want to help,” she adds, her voice getting stronger. “But I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I can do.”
“We’re gonna get proof of crimes to the right people,” Bucky says. “You can help us find what we need. Stark’s looking into potential enforcement that can help for when the time comes. Until then, I - um, we need you to keep your father from suspecting anything. It’s illegal for us to even be here.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I know. That stupid law. You must think I’m an idiot for asking for your help.”
Maybe he had. But not anymore. Because she’s pretty? Bucky decides that Sam had better not find out, or he’ll never hear the end of it.
“I think you’re in a difficult position,” Bucky says diplomatically. Steve would be so proud. “It’s hard to live in the shadow of evil and unable to fight it.”
“I’m going to fight it,” she says fiercely, and her fingers clench around the spine of her book. Bucky wets his lips. “Whatever it takes - I hate the illegal money, I hate that everyone I know seems to turn up dead, I hate the cheating and I hate that I have to pretend that I like it. This place is a prison.”
“As far as prisons go, this one isn’t so bad,” Bucky tries to joke. It falls flat. Nope, Steve wouldn’t be proud, and her eyes glitter.
“Do you know how my father came to own this property?” she asks, lifting a brow. “No? I’ll tell you. It belonged to a man named Tutoi - he became addicted to gambling and wagered it. Perhaps not so bad a story?” Her lips are thin, pressed together. “My father hired the men to pressure Tutoi to keep gambling. To rile him up, to give him more liquor, to make him angry and reckless. And the man that won the house ‘gifted’ it to my father while Tutoi was in prison for drunkenness. All because my father wanted the view.”
Bucky’s jaw is ticking.
“So yes,” she adds, and steps even closer to Bucky now. He can smell her perfume, and he tries to swallow it away. “This is a prison. And I would rather sleep in the streets than this stolen bed.”
Bucky tries not to look at the bed across the room. The gold, gilded canopy wants his attention though.
“What are the chances we can talk to the man that won the house for your father?” he asks hoarsely.
“Very poor. His bones rot in the sea. My father is especially skilled at burning his tracks.”
“Ah.” Bucky can’t look away from her face - the determined expression, the hidden horrors that she must be carrying on her shoulders. Even as annoyed as he is that Stark never figured out it wasn’t a little girl that sent the coded message, but a young woman too enchanting for her own good - he feels more than a little twist in his heart; of sympathy, mostly, and a burgeoning urge to protect her. No innocent person should have to endure this.
Her lips part slightly as he reaches to pick up her empty hand in his own.
“We’re gonna help you.” His voice is softer now. “And you’re gonna help us. Is that okay?”
A nod.
“Do you trust me?”
A hesitation, then another nod.
“Then let’s start with where we can find some hard evidence.”
continue
1 note
·
View note
Text
SnK Chapter 98 Poll Results
The chapter 98 poll closed with a record 1,771 responses. Thank you to everyone for participating.
RATE THE CHAPTER
(1,711 RESPONSES)
If you disliked this chapter, you were very much in the minority. Only 1% of respondents rated it poorly. Satisfaction with recent Marley chapters have been generally positive, but this is the highest rating since we started the poll.
This chapter was so fire I had to call 911 after I read it
Goddamned life ruining basements.
Sadly, SNK is eventually going to end, and having taken the time to properly explain its unique universe and its characters will that day leave to this world the completed masterpiece it has the potential to be
I gasped during the "I'm Dr. Yeagar'" scene, but I almost threw my phone from excitement from the "Hey, it's been 4 years huh Reiner." I was one of the people that thought I wouldn't care for the young Warriors, but damn, this chapter won me over. Especially Falco. The awesome character building scenes, the mystery behind Tybur & Magath, the attitude's of the vet Warriors, and Eren's new shred of awesomeness made this one of my favorite chapters.
Magath is still making me wet with his humanity, Willy needs a hug and some Hellos D, I can't believe the East Sea Clan is actually a thing (eeeek) and if Falco gets hurt I will die. Also where's Annie.
I think the entire chapter could be my favorite moment.
Willy and Magath vs Levi for clean house?
When Jaegerbowl became SUPER JAEGER BROTHERS, GET HYPE EVERYBODY
ON THE SUPREME CUTENESS SCALE OF 10-10 HOW CUTE WAS ALL OF THIS???
(1,721 Responses)
Because of our own intense fangirling after reading this chapter, we had to lead off the poll with something fun. Thankfully most didn’t mind and agreed with us that this chapter was packed with supreme cuteness.
Remember when attack on titan was dark? Now it's all rainbows and unicorns. Jk, I loved this chapter.
ON THE BEST DAD SCALE OF 420-10 HOW GREAT WAS REINER???
(1,721 Responses)
It’s also nice to see that 84% of us agree that Papa Reiner was just awesome! 275 people disagreed, including one commenter below.
Reiner accompanying the kids at the festival was SOOO DAMN CUTE
Reigner is my favourite moment every chapter.
This chapter was great. Seeing daddy Reiner was one of the sweetest moments in SNK
This may be an unpopular opinion but Reigner honestly feels like the least interesting character in the whole arc. We have all these shiny new characters that are in desperate need of character development and all we keep getting is more and more Reigner. Reigner this, Reigner that, Isayama is starting to sound like a bunch of Bertholdts. Where is the love for Colt, Porco, Ms Exactly Right, Theo and more? Grim Reminder 2.0 also needs to happen fast.
this one salty anon saying reiner is the least interesting character of marley are you in your right mind or are your standards simply just low
THERE WERE SO MANY GREAT MOMENTS THAT WE’RE GONNA BREAK ‘EM INTO TWO QUESTIONS. BATCH ONE IS THE SWEET THINGS. WHICH OF THESE MOMENTS MADE YOU SMILE THE MOST?
(1,720 Responses)
I love how difficult it was for people to choose a best moment. “Reiner as Marley’s Best Dad and ATM” eked out the number one slot by just 1 vote. “All of the above” was second and Falco’s near confession was a distant third.
Reiner awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Galliard.
Eren spending one month undercover by disguising himself as Sad Keanu
Porco being low-key supportive of Falco and the parallels it draws with his own life/relationship with Reiner.
Falco's proud face when he guides Reiner to the basement.
BATCH TWO ARE THE SERIOUS THINGS. WHICH OF THESE MOMENTS MOST CAUGHT YOUR ATTENTION?
(1,718 Responses)
Basement Reveal 2.0 was our favorite moment. Twenty-four percent of the fandom couldn’t pick just one, making “All of the above” the number two selection. Eren meeting his grandfather and the mysterious Asian women round out the third and fourth pick.
When Reiner Meets Eren
The asian woman is about on par with basement 2 electric boogaloo but i could only pick one so im cheating a bit pls dont be angry
While you've mentioned all the moments that stood out most to me, I can say I definitely appreciated the variety of races drawn as they were distinct, reasonable designs. All in all, these are all awesome moments, it's hard to pick favorites in this chapter.
DID YOU HAVE A FAVORITE MOMENT WE FAILED TO MENTION?
(237 Responses)
You can sense the excitement for a chapter when 237 people take the time to gush in the comments section. If you want to read them all, you’ll need to visit the full poll results but here are a few.
Zeke's three-level comment about being a big brother (works for Colt, Porco and Zeke himself), also Zeke playing catch with Colt and Eren playing with Zeke's ball.
Eren basically slamming that baseball right in his gorgeous face is kinda one of the best moments!?!?
PORCO SMILING AT FALCO'S VICTORY
Gabi waking up. Those panels were so detailed on her face, I'm worried that little Gabi is waving her death flags. I almost had a heart attack because I thought for a second she was Mikasa when I first read through.
Gabi's relationship with Udo and Zofia and the "devil" line
Cory in the house finally meeting the fresh prince of bel-air
black people being not so stereotypical. they just looked like people, not over-cheerful big lipped afro hair stereotype or anything like that
The attitude and mystery of that old asian woman
SEVERAL CHARACTERS HAD THEIR SASS GAME ON STRONG. WHO DID IT BEST?
(1,718 Responses)
Eren’s “Good to see you made it back home” was declared the sassiest line by a significant majority. Sassmaster Pieck was second with her slam about entrusting the Paradis operation to four kids. My personal favorite was Porco’s hugely sarcastic “We have some awfully bright officials leading us”, but only 5% agreed with me.
While “Good to see you made it back home” was the winner, it wasn’t without controversy. I saw several comments on Reddit and Tumblr from people who thought that Eren wasn’t being sassy when he said them. It’s possible I suppose, but unless a lot of has changed in the last four years, I find it hard to believe he was being sincere.
WITH ALL THE NEW CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, IT’S TIME TO ASK AGAIN. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE OF THE NEW KIDDOS?
(1,701 Responses)
Perfect little bean Falco wins by a landslide! Was there every any doubt? Gabi is far more polarizing but has maintained a loyal fanbase. She came in second with 16.9%. Zophia received 133 votes (7.8%). Colt received 98 votes (5.8%). The wine-spilling, multi-lingual, “not from around here” Udo received the fewest votes with 76 (4.5%).
Falco's smile, I just want to hug him as if he were my little brother/cousin ^^
Falco cemented his status as a cinammon roll. I'd hate for him to get toasted in the next chapter, considering what's about to go down in the basement!
Gabi's ego is charming.
CUTE ZOPHIE
Udo is the most precious kid and I love him a lot and if he dies, I die. (I keep saying this about all my faves but it's true.)
ON A SCALE FROM 1-5 (1=STILL CAN’T STAND ‘EM; 5=DAMMIT I GOT SUCKED IN), HAS THE NEW CAST WON YOU OVER?
(1,717 Responses)
Isayama deserves mad props for introducing a brand new cast and gradually making us care about them. More than 65% of us now have strong feelings for the Warriors and candidate kiddos .
Pieck. Just Pieck.
I can't believe I got sucked into Marley. This chapter just solidified my new found affection for 90% of the Marley characters, and even though I do miss the main cast I'm totally fine with more Marley chapters! Gabi went from hate to fave in a heartbeat. I must be sick? Not to mention all the pokkopikku moments... Honestly I'm in love with SNK all over again. RIP Me.
I used to not be very fond of the warrior cadets, but this chapter just filled me with love for those kids. My only problem is that I KNOW Isayama is trying to get me to sympathize with them before ultimately crushing my soul and having something terrible happen :(
I still hate all the kids, but Reiner has got some brownie points with me now.
ANY THOUGHTS ON WHAT WILLY'S "SINGLE ANSWER" IS?
(1,685 Responses)
Our single answer to Willy’s single answer is that we are all over the place with ideas. A slim majority believe that Willy is going to propose a genocide starting in Liberio, but there were almost 100 write ins with other options. Here are a few.
Definitely the elimination of Paradis
I think he found a way to turn even non-Eldians into titans and he will try to create some sort of balance of terror.
I think he'll give a long winded speech, and just when he's about to lay it all out, *loud boom* *lightning* Grim Reminder part 2
A possible solution for all of this is Eren eating all shifters and sealing himself in a crystal, like Annie, forever. We still haven't seen if Annie has aged inside the crystal or not though. I wonder if this is Willy's solution.
Someone will kill him before he tells the answer
High School Eldian Musical
I dunno. But it sure as hell ain't anything good, that's for sure. Just what are you up to, you slippery snake?
I have no idea but I'm 300% convinced that the Tiber family was in contact with the Reiss one the whole time (remember the "Armored - Braun" vial Rod Reiss had? That was Reiner's spinal fluid and how the frick frack it ended inside the Walls??). I think that will play a big role in whatever Willy Billy is planning to do.
I'd say gather Loki and the Avengers to obtain the nine titan powers, using it to control the the Eldians who'll win over foreign leaders and defeat Marley, then proceed to turn on said ambassadors as well as the Eldians they're controlling.
Destroy all perceptions that Eldians are the only ones who can turn titans and use the ambassadors as an example, bringing chaos
Dunno how plausible this is but...maybe he knows how to get rid of the Eldians's capacity to turn into titans, and that's his single answer ?
Either kill all non-Eldians or gain the coordinate and somehow mindwipe all Eldian and non-Eldians alike somehow. Or something idk. I just feel like mindwiping will come into play. Either that or unite Marley and Eldia and ally with the Asians and fight against literally the rest of the world.
Final solution, Willy Hitler
"We will allow the Paradisians to live in peace if they can win a game of baseball against our best team: The Warriors."
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
DO YOU THINK WILLY WILL ULTIMATELY BE THE BIG BAD OF THE SERIES?
(1,710 Responses)
“Willy or wont he” be the big bad of the series? Gray morality wins. But whatever Willy has planned is making a large number of us uncomfortable.
This chapter made me feel really uneasy. Willy Tyber is throwing me off, and I'm really nervous for whatever he has planned next chapter. I feel like this was almost too good, too sweet, too happy. Something big is about to happen, I can feel it, and I know Tyber's gonna be at the center of it. I don't trust him, and I love that this chapter made me feel something this strongly.
I feel like Willy's "If only the titans didn't exist" was a giveaway. Willy will try to remove all titan powers, either by killing all Eldians (he should know that's gonna be hard to accomplish), or by collecting all titan powers and locking it up idk how. But genocide is not out of the question. He might do it, but even if he does, I don't think I'll really see him as your typical "villain."
Well, damn guys... What if Willy's not even the bad guy, huh? He has shady plans of his own, no doubt... But to just say he's seeking genocide is too far fetched, in my honest opinion. Yes, I don't have a clue as to what he's going to do, but I'm not ready to label him a murderer yet. Maybe I just got charmed by that "Thor-like" haircut, but to me it seemed like he genuinely felt bad for closing his eyes on the treatment of Eldians, and wanted to change that. Of course, Paradis could be the scapegoat, but I don't know about that either. Oh well... We have to wait and see, I guess...
WHO DO YOU THINK MAGATH'S INFORMANTS ARE THAT LET HIM KNOW ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF "MICE IN THE HOUSE"?
(1,678 Responses)
Eren, Pieck, P A T H S and Colt received the most write-in votes (in that order), but the majority believe we haven’t met the person spying on the inside for Magath.
I didn't understand what they meant by this when I first read it, and I barely still know after reading it again after reading this question.
I wanted to say the SC being spies, but I really think it's either other countries' spies or just mean other countries' leaders/elites had arrived.
It would be interesting character-wise for Magath if he discovered Zeke was legitimately (I have my doubts) conspiring with Eren/Paradis. Magath could be more grey, should he prosecute Zeke, keep it to himself, or join in.
Probably some competent high-ranking Marleyan soldier but the ultimate plot-twist would be Pieck (imagine Zeke being the one snitched out by his most trusted warrior)
Zeke. If Zeke's working with Eren (and not just talking to him but actually helping him), then I think it's possible that Zeke's sort of double-crossing Magath. He could act like he's interested in cleansing Marley by ridding it of the "mice," or he's simply acting interested in Magath and Willy's plan so as to get inside info on what they're up to.
DO YOU THINK EREN HAS BEEN CORRESPONDING WITH ZEKE?
(1,714 Responses)
The baseball glove was proof positive for 86.1% of the fandom.
I wonder if Zeke realizes that it's Eren with whom he's communicating? He only saw Eren once, when his glasses were off, so even if they met in person, I'm not sure he'd recognize Eren. Eren could be hiding his true identity from Zeke to avoid being stabbed in the back for the coordinate.
DO YOU THINK ZEKE AND EREN ARE WORKING TOGETHER?
(1,711 Responses)
The majority say yes!
We should ask Pieck if Zeke is working with Eren... Because Pieck is exactly right.
Zeke has no side. He is with Eren but he will also rat him out to Magath.
DID ZEKE KNOW THAT EREN WAS IN THE BASEMENT AT THE FESTIVAL?
(1,708 Responses)
Zeke looked at his watch and gave Falco permission to escort Reiner to the basement despite it being almost time for the program to begin. That, plus the baseball glove, is enough to convince 72.5% of us that Zeke was in on the Reiner/Eren reunion.
DO YOU THINK A REZ (REINER, EREN, ZEKE) ALLIANCE IS GONNA HAPPEN?
(1,708 Responses)
We were a little more divided here. Most are convinced Zeke and Eren are working together but they are less confident that Reiner will join them.
He doesn't forgive but does work with reigner and zeke.
I can see Eren working together with Zeke or actually manipulating and using him, while Zeke thinks he's his pure cinnamon roll brother. But I don't think a Reiner/Eren alliance will work. Like why would Reiner want to help Eren? Why would Isayama want to fucking ruin Bertolt's life after his dead even more?
I hope Reiner and Eren will be good boys and won't fight. I also hope November will come quickly.
I'm dying to know WHY Eren gave away his presence to Reiner. like WHY take such a risk omg. I gotta read the next chapter asap!!!!
DO YOU THINK EREN IS OPERATING ALONE OR WITH SC PERMISSION?
(1,717 Responses)
My personal feeling are in the #2 red zone here. More than half the fandom feels that Eren’s appearance in Marley is fully sanctioned by the Survey Corps.
If Eren really had gone rogue & left Paradis, that means Paradis are one 1 shifter less so more reason for them to recruit Annie as Eren's replacement
Why would they send Eren of all people to Marley? Eren is very well known as a person who can't easily control his emotions, and someone who isn't very good at acting. Just look how bad he did in the Stohess Arc. If he was the only person who could regenarate limbs, I'd understand. But why not send Armin? He has shown to be much better than Eren in both acting and manipulating people. He was also shown to have some slight understanding of Reiner's feelings, so why not him? How could they trust the most emotional person on the team? Has Eren really changed that much?
TIME SKIP EREN SEEMS VERY DIFFERENT FROM HIS 15 YEAR OLD SELF, MAYBE COLDER, CERTAINLY MORE IN CONTROL OF HIS EMOTIONS. WHERE DO YOU THINK EREN NOW LANDS ON THE MORALITY SCALE? IS HE STILL “ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS”?
(1,710 Responses)
This poll result surprised me. On the far extremes, 253 people think Eren is a cinnamon roll while 52 individuals categorize him as essentially scum of the earth. The majority seem to be taking a “wait and see attitude” about his intentions.
"Eren is the same old cinnamon roll" .......Since when has Eren "I will destroy all titans/murder these rabid dogs masquerading as humans/make sure your death is the most painful possible" Yeager been a cinnamon roll? Sin-amon roll, maybe. But even that's kinda a stretch.
I think he: is older and wiser, has a better understanding of the world (and how cruel and unfair it is, I think he's kind of emo) and the memories are affecting him somewhat.
war changes a man
This kid has seen some shit. I don't doubt he's haunted as hell. And that's pretty haunted.
IF EREN IS ACTING DIFFERENTLY, WHAT HAS INFLUENCED HIM THE MOST?
(1,715 Responses)
Close to 60% of respondents believe the influence of Kruger and Grisha’s memories have made Eren a changed man. Basic maturity was the second pick with 30%. In third place, 6.6% of respondents think he hasn’t changed and believe that Eren’s cold demeanor is only an act.
A lot of things have changed Eren, starting from him losing his family and friends, seeing the titans,fighting them and discovering the truth about them, his father and his half-brother. Also seeing the state the Marleys and Eldians are now. So a lot of things have changed Eren and turned him into who he is now.
All except 'he hasn't changed' but I do think the memories had the most affect. Hell after he got those memories he didn't even care about the ocean anymore. I think he realized that there was no freedom inside the walls or outside of them. Which basically made his original goal to 'break humanity out of its cage and eliminate all the titans' meaningless. Really sad honesty.
All of the coordinate boys get chill eventually
Blurrier moral realization combined with his dwindling lifespan
If we remember the kind if shit he went through it's only natural to assume that he changed. Just like Reiner, all his childhood dreams and goals were shattered to pieces when he saw the bigger picture.
Revenge against the people who genocides our folks generally do that to you.
depression's a bitch
He's coming more dickhead than before that's all
HE'S CHANGED GIVEN THE GARBAGE CIRCUMSTANCES
Marley pizza. That shit is life-changing. Reiner can testify.
IF EREN’S ACTIONS BRING HARM TO THE WARRIORS OR CANDIDATES (FALCO OR PIECK, FOR INSTANCE), WOULD THIS IMPACT YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT HIM NEGATIVELY?
(1,703 Responses)
I suppose the bottom line here is that the fandom likes the new kids, but they like Eren better. This is war and people get hurt. A slim majority will not hold it against Eren if his actions hurt the warriors or warrior candidates.
If Eren manipulated Falco and doesn't care about him, I will cry.
I LOVE REINER BRAUN AND EREN BETTER LEAVE HIM AND ALL THE OTHER MARLEYAN WARRIORS AND CANDIDATES ALONE
Can we discuss that all the Jaegers are probably ruining the lives of the Grice family? Grisha with the original, Zeke playing Colt, Eren adopting Falco... Poor kiddos.
PROTECT FALCO AT ALL THE COSTS
HOW BADLY DO YOU WANT TO RETURN TO THE ORIGINAL CAST ON PARADIS?
(1,712 Responses)
No matter how much we enjoy the current chapters, these poll numbers barely change. A significant portion of the fandom remains desperate to see the main cast.
Although a few fans are impatient to see the SC, I enjoy to see that Isayama is taking is time and is not rushing this part.
I still want the series to bring back the Paradis cast while staying in Marley. I have the feeling things are about to kick into overdrive next chapter, with the landmark chapter 100 incoming, and I'd love it if the finale remained in Marley while having the whole cast there. Have Paradis left for flashbacks/explanations and the epilogue, the mainland's a perfect staging ground for the end of this.
I swear to Ymir if we leave Marley in this cliffhanger there will be riots
I want the 104th back.
With the reveal of the Asian clan symbol (FINALLY), I strongly feel as though Mikasa and the rest of the Survey Corps are going to show up really soon. I expect them to finally return on issue #100, but on next month's issue would be even better!
ISAYAMA-SAN PLEASE SHOW TIME-SKIP LEVI.
WHICH CHARACTERS DO YOU GENERALLY ENJOY THE MOST?
(1,714 Responses)
RIP my beloved Vets :(
WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES?
(1,695 Responses)
ANY OTHER CHAPTER THOUGHTS YOU'D LIKE TO SHARE?
Hajime Isayama blowing my mind
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGG *screams into the abyss*
With tgis new infomation its more liekly that the marleyans have sour cream
He [Willy] will tell the real story of how the titans came into existence, and by fusing all nine titan powers together you get the same powers as the original Ymir Fritz had so you can do some voodoo shit and "cure" all Eldians of their curse. Everyone gets to live happily ever after, oh, and Levi opens up his tea shop.
I really liked the scene with Eren playing with the baseball. He looked so calm
I really enjoyed the entire chapter. It felt like a break but it revealed a ton. I am so eager to keep reading.
P A T H S
Reiner looks so handsome in his uniform >.>
RIP Reiner's wallet
The Asian woman I need to know more
I appreciated the worldbuilding in this chapter. The festival scene in particular showed how big the scale was compared to Paradis. Leaning Eldians lived in other parts of the world and not only Marley, puts things into perspective about their goals. If Paradis is submitted, other Eldians would melt in the population slowly but surely. The REZ alliance or whatever its' called, is completely bull: Zeke isn't going to team up with someone going against his plans. Also Eren didn't mature. He still shares the same goal, but he became way more cunning about it thanks to Kruger and Grisha's memories. He inherited their democratic skills and would gladly use them against Reiner. He never forgave Reiner and isn't going to forgive him. Since Bert died and Shiganshina was rebuild, that alleviated his rage, but he feels like he has to take Reiner down.
It's not so much this chapter sucked, it's just that I'm so sick ok Marley, so I couldn't enjoy it that much
On a serious note, finding out that Grandad Yeager is also a trauma patient at the hospital was heart-breaking. But it makes sense: both of his children are dead and his grandson Zeke is due to "pass on his powers" (die) soon too. I wonder what he'll do if he finds out that Eren is his grandson too, is also a Titan AND has the Founding Titan power? Uh oh! Also worth happy screeching about: That symbol on the back of the Asian lady's kimono. That had to be a deliberate reveal? Is that the symbol of the East Sea Clan from whom Mikasa is descended from and will she reveal that symbol on her wrist?! Last but not least, Reiner gets his own basement reveal and Eren is in there!
The cult of reigner has affected the typesetters i must now retire to the forest where i will live as a hermit with the treefolk only coming out once a month to read the mangastream translation this is my vow so help me god and may the lord be my witness
I know I say this every month, but man is next chapter gonna be a doozy! Eren and Reiner finally meeting is going to stir up some feelings and arguments.
Is Willy going to let the cat out of the bag about the Tyburs being the power behind the leaders of Marley? Will the play be the true history of what happened after the Titan War?
With the reveal of the Asian clan symbol (FINALLY), I strongly feel as though Mikasa and the rest of the Survey Corps are going to show up really soon. I expect them to finally return on issue #100, but on next month's issue would be even better!
I think Willy is actually plotting to overthrow the Marleys and bring power to the Eldians Maybe he's joined forces with Eren and Zeke and we still don't know. I think he wants to restore the Eldian race.
I hope we get to know more about the actual history of "The Subjects of Ymir", perhaps in the form of a theatrical play on that stage. Where do people get this genocide thing from, only from the Nazi parallels? If Willy were planning it, then why did he talk about how the whole world wants exactly that to happen and how he thought up a solution to this problem? Really sounds like he's got something entirely DIFFERENT up his sleeve, and I guess it's got something to do with how Ymir created titans in the first place.
Is Willy going to let the cat out of the bag about the Tyburs being the power behind the leaders of Marley? Will the play be the true history of what happened after the Titan War?
Pieck and Porco are ALWAYS together what's up with that and also we never see Zeke's eyes in this chapter
Zhophia is a Annie relative, Udo is Naruto's son too (Boruto's brother).
Eren meeting Reiner has me so FUCKING HYPED for the next chapter that I so anxious for November. Isayama you damn torturer!!!!
Zeke is a majestic beast leaping for that ball.
Eren meeting Reiner has me so FUCKING HYPED for the next chapter that I so anxious for November. Isayama you damn torturer!!!!
99/100 hype is real
#snk poll#snk chapter 98#snk 98#thank you to everyone who participated#thank you to those who reblogged it#thanks to everyone who helped
197 notes
·
View notes
Photo
New Post has been published on https://techcrunchapp.com/wolf-gop-changed-minds-on-deal-news-sports-jobs/
Wolf: GOP ‘changed minds’ on deal | News, Sports, Jobs
The Wolf administration came close to a deal last week with Republican lawmakers that would have allowed early precanvassing of ballots, but it dissolved when the Republicans changed their minds, Gov. Tom Wolf said Tuesday in a webcast news conference.
Wolf agreed to relaxing the requirement that poll watchers live in the counties where they’re watching, so watchers could come from contiguous counties, but House leaders later said “they don’t want to do that anymore,” Wolf said.
“It’s unfortunate,” state Rep. Lou Schmitt, R-Altoona, said in a phone interview. “I was hopeful we were going to be able to strike a deal to give the counties some precanvassing time.”
Precanvassing would have made it easier for county election offices, so they wouldn’t be so swamped on Election Day and afterward with prepping and counting mail-in ballots, said state Sen. Judy Ward, R-Blair. But because Election Day is so close, and counties are worried the late change would be disruptive, “it’s probably just as well” it didn’t happen, Ward said.
The failure to hash out a deal for the early removal of ballots from envelopes so counting goes faster on Election Day will mean a delay in getting results, according to Wolf and Secretary of State Kathy Boockvar.
The failure won’t lead to shortcuts, however, she indicated.
“The first priority is to count every ballot accurately,” Boockvar said. The next is to count them quickly, she said.
Many counties, including larger ones, are planning to count around-the-clock until they’re finished, she said.
The “overwhelming” majority of ballots will be counted within a couple days, she predicted.
No agreement
While the two sides failed to reach an agreement to add days at the front end of the election, the Republicans are seeking again to quash a Democratic victory in the state Supreme Court that added three days to the back end. Originally, mailed ballots needed to arrive by 8 p.m. Election Day. Now, they can reach election offices as late as Nov. 6, provided they’re postmarked by Election Day.
The Republicans recently asked the U.S. Supreme Court to stay the state Supreme Court order, but the effort failed, as the court voted 4-4.
Now, the Republicans are appealing “on the merits” of the underlying arguments — and they have a potential winning vote with the recently appointed conservative, Amy Coney Barrett.
The Republicans are asking for “expedited consideration,” because the election is so close — although asking for that kind of change so near the finish can raise fairness questions, Schmitt agreed.
“(The Republicans) are asking the Supreme Court to move the goalposts pretty late in the game,” he said.
There are people who may be voting by mail at this time in expectation of having those extra three days for their ballots to arrive, he said.
Voters can eliminate the chance that the grace period being struck down will invalidate their ballots by delivering those ballots to election offices or drop boxes in person or by voting — even by provisional ballot — on Election Day, Boockvar indicated. “Then you don’t need to worry,” she said.
The administration’s lawyers are working on a response to the Republican appeal, Boockvar said.
The administration expects a decision from the U.S. Supreme Court by Thursday or Friday, Wolf said.
The proposed elimination of the three-day grace period and other changes that have been made or proposed — some now tied up in a storm of lawsuits by both parties in federal and state courts — are making it difficult for county election offices, Schmitt said.
“Their heads are going to explode,” Schmitt said. “(But) nobody wants to give up.”
The three-day grace period is a bad idea, according to Ward.
“Election Day is Election Day,” she said. “There needs to be a clear winner.”
There is the potential for “chaos,” given all the issues, and there seem to be some people on both sides who would welcome that, Schmitt said.
“They’d rather see chaos than lose an election,” he said. “(Maybe) they can steal an election they can’t otherwise win.”
He’s confident that both parties in Pennsylvania, however, are acting in good faith — “passionate” about their ideas of what’s fair, but not seeking chaos, he said.
The ones seeking chaos are elsewhere, including “foreign actors,” he said, citing Russia, China, Iran and North Korea.
Given Pennsylvania’s likely “keystone” role as a large swing state, it’s not surprising that those who’d like to influence the result would home in here, he said.
It’s unsettling, according to Schmitt.
“Anything that interferes with fair and free elections is dangerous to our republic,” he said, citing the example of ancient Rome, whose fall was hastened by political violence, bribery and tampering. “Voting is sacrosanct,” he said.
He’s optimistic, though.
“I don’t see roving gangs trying to intimidate voters,” he said. “I think if there’s any hint of that, it will be quickly put down.”
Ward sees the potential for “irregularities” in the Philadelphia area.
There are “certain polling places where there has not been one Republican vote cast, or the tallies don’t match up,” she said, adding that those were not simply rumors.
There have been daily discussions about election security involving the Department of State, the governor’s office, the state police, the Inspector General’s office, the National Guard, the federal Department of Homeland Security and county election offices and local law enforcement, Boockvar said.
The hope is to prevent problems and if they happen, to defuse them, she said.
Poll watchers
Allowing poll watchers to operate in neighboring counties would have been a “real concession” for Democrats, Wolf said, referring to the proposed deal for early precanvassing.
With urgings from President Donald Trump, poll watchers have become a major topic, but historically, they’ve been inconspicuous at polling places, such that many voters are unaware of them, Boockvar said.
“It’s worked well in Pennsylvania — nobody has abused it,” Boockvar said.
Typically, their role is to compile names of those in their party who’ve voted, so calls can be made to those who haven’t as Election Day draws to a close, she indicated.
The ideal will be for them to remain in the background in the upcoming election, Boockvar said.
People shouldn’t pay any attention to them, she suggested.
Democratic poll watchers likely will focus on polling places in Republican strongholds and vice versa, although both may watch in “purple” areas, she said.
They are not permitted to intimidate or interfere with voters and they shouldn’t ask voters for documents, she said.
Today’s breaking news and more in your inbox
(function(d, s, id) var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = "https://connect.facebook.net/en_US/sdk.js#xfbml=1&appId=52956023121&version=v2.0"; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); (document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));
0 notes
Text
Survival of the Fittest. 6X01 Scandal Reviews
Oh scandal, I have missed you. This year and last year have been a roller coaster and a actual nightmare and I have missed scandal dearly. This was a solid episode, that really grew on me. We are aware that flashbacks will take center stage this season. And we will see the characters move from the present back to the past on the campaign. Lots of questions and theories rolling in my head but Scandal starts this season off nicely while letting the audience in on some of the things we have missed in our absence.
Olivia Pope:
It was nice to see a familiar person that I have missed dearly, Olivia came back to the light if only for a minute it was still nice to see that she is still in their wrestling with her demons. We start the episode off on election night, stakes are high and the energy is somewhat subdued but you can see that this election has been a very close race from start to finish. Olivia makes a statement for everyone to vote if they haven’t yet and then Mellie mentions San Benito…oh snaps. Defiance is never dead, another close race with one county that will declare the winner. It's like they say, History repeats itself. But then Fitz walked in and said they are up by 2,000 votes in that county but then Olivia turns to look at Jake, I suppose to either gather his reaction from the statement and also to show that Vanessa now drinks
What the hell has Pete Harris done now besides be the most irrelevant person in the fictional universe oh and also low down dead beat piece of crap. Crap has happened to make Vanessa start drinking but I’m curious if Jake made her start drinking or did something despicable cause ole girl is a straight up lush. And you know how the story goes Jake going to disappear when he literally has one job which is be to ornamental and he can't even do that right. *sips tea* Jake is a part of Vargas's murder with good olé dad and let me just say that when Fitz noticed and called Jake out on coming late to a freaking national crisis, the national crisis... uh yeah he up to no good.
When Olivia heard Fitz say he got off the phone with the mayor of San Benito and that they were in the lead by 2,000 votes; she knew that wasn’t true and needed to get confirmation by her gladiators, and look whose there with that information- Charlie who has now joined OPA since I don’t see Marcus anywhere in sight. And don't think I'm not watching Charlie either. Anyways.
Charlie makes a reference to that large lead and Olivia knew right there that they lost, and much to my surprise and delight. Olivia quickly conceded and seemed completely at ease with losing though it was a painful loss to have.
Now, that’s what I’m talking about! That is my girl ! Fuck this presidency and go find the real to key to eternal power and happiness cause it springs internally. Olivia wasn’t being crazy like she was in season 5 which tells me that Olivia has been working on some of her issues. And that it’s okay to fail if you did the best you could.
And Olivia did her best.
She refused Rowan’s help who would have promised her the Oval because Olivia wanted to earn this on her own and from what I am seeing she didn’t want to fix another election. Progress.
The ex-lady gang couldn't stand to be around people or watch the polls coming declaring Vargas the winner, so they sequestered themselves in a bathtub sharing a bottle of wine together but it was nice to see Olivia say sorry for not winning though she promised Mellie the Oval. Mellie talks to Olivia and tells her feelings and appreciation for her help and it is a nice moment between these two people who have such history with each other. Olivia didn’t need to apologize but it was nice to hear… speaking of ‘sorry’ Olivia has been using that one word more in this one episode then she has in a complete season.
Deep inhale people, what’s that smell? *sniff* smells like remorse with a hint of mint.
Oh Baby girl. I don't know if Iyanla came and fixed her life but something happened to make Olivia aware of who she was becoming and I am here for this awareness.
But then Vargas got shot. And I knew Vargas would die just like most of you but man he would have done some good in this fictional realm. There needs to be a good guy but like scandal shows the good guys either die or become corrupt, fortunately Susan got out with her soul intact; does anyone miss Susan cause I do. Any who. Instead of Olivia just letting that old man die a miserable life she has to go to see him and point that finger at him when she knows good well he will flip the script and make her issues the problem that needs fixing.
The progress we just saw in Olivia shattered in a matter of seconds.
I’m so tired of Rowan and taking his joy in fucking up his own species so he can remain hierarchy and ruler of them all. I want to rip his mole off. Ugh. But while Rowan is ruler of all evil he also spits truth bombs though he’s projecting.
“I am not a predator. I am smart prey.”
Nah, you are the freaking predator but Rowan wasn’t lying when he said he wants to help his “own species” *cough Jake* *cough Olivia* but *double cough himself*. That should have told Olivia right there that Rowan has his finger on that trigger. Cause if anyone knows anything now it is that Rowan loves Rowan.
So Olivia just going to forget that ‘dad’ did this same psycho bullshit last time when it came to her helping Edison, how he manipulated her and he just told her in his tirade monologue that “she is weak” and that she “let’s everybody in”.
Girl, Olivia wake up. Don’t fall for it. But we know it. It’s too late; Olivia has once again fallen in daddy’s trap as he lays out his plans
“for the ultimate predator.”
Olivia is a shark smelling blood. And dad is her trigger. I found it interesting though that when Olivia went to the White House to find out if Vargas is dead she purposely seeks Marcus for answers and tells him a lie that even she can barely muster "come on, Marcus...were friends." This causes Marcus to pause and turn around and look at Olivia but before answering, Marcus wanted to know how Mellie is doing...I'm willing to bet that Olivia has found out about them and probably put a stop to it but nevertheless Olivia answers and Marcus tells Olivia that they aren't friends because "your Olivia Pope." And ladies and gentlemen he didn't mean it as a compliment either and when Olivia went to the hospital to see Cyrus she said "I'm Olivia Pope." And the thing about it is that her name that once carried such power and weight means nothing now. It was Abby who gave Olivia access in an area that she used to run. Abby has surpassed Olivia, it's no longer Olivia's name who everyone knows and fears, but Abby is making a name for herself and not afraid to flaunt her power when needed.That was a tough pill to swallow for me personally because Olivia prided herself on that name and now it means nothing. I hope that moment doesn’t way too heavily on Olivia because she's needs to look in instead of looking out.
The second Olivia got what she needed she ran up to the residence and finds Mellie playing with Teddy. Did anyone catch Olivia looking at Teddy, yes she was waiting for him to leave the room but there was something else there that caught my attention and clearly Olivia’s but the moment was over in a blink of an eye.
The once harmonized duo appear to have hit a rough patch as Olivia is once again power hungry thanks to dad but Mellie isn’t having it: after all she sees what happened to Vargas could have happened to her not to mention Jerry died and Fitz got shot and she lost her marriage here in the White House. But Olivia was like.
I think Mellie thought that she was running the show and Olivia had to check her like she did ol’joker and say she ain’t done running so you better fix that wig and grab them pearls cause Olivia has to prove dad that she is better and more powerful than them all. *sigh*
But at the end of the episode when Olivia gave Cyrus that hug and whispered in his ear; she knows what he did. Goosebumps covered my skin because while Olivia is now on this quest for answers; I am hoping and believing this will lead Olivia back to the light. Back to her core values, back to her white hat.
Olitz:
Oh what sweet joy thou has brought to my soul. Olivia and Fitz are not together but their is this sense of calm and peace that surrounds Olivia when she finds herself alone with him. The comfort familiarity of these two souls finally in each other’s orbit after such a long departure has my heart swooning with a sense of nostalgia. I am excited about watching Olivia and Fitz whose lives have gone in completely different directions seem to have met once again at this familiar intersection. In five seasons our hearts have been broken and healed by their connection which is their sacred vow, granted there has been circuits and shortages but finally it appears as though Olivia and Fitz have moved forward in their relationship towards a more promising and satisfying note.
Friendship.
We know much has transpired for these two to be able to talk to one another again and not feeling the griping hole of their uncoupling. Surprisingly for some but not to me, Olivia and Fitz are comfortable in one another’s presences. Theirs no awkwardness or intimidation But genuine ease and peace. Fitz excited about Mellie winning grabs a glass of scotch and hands it to Olivia because Olivia is still the person he wants to celebrate with and the thing about it, is that their was no jealously surrounding them. Fitz was proud of Olivia and her would be accomplishment. This moment is a reminder of their beautiful bond that they still share.
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown. And for Olivia her head had grown quite tired of the added weight and pressure. Overwhelmed by the loss, Olivia seeks solitude just for a moment to catch her own bearings but guess who notices her absence almost immediately.
I know some were waiting to hear the ‘light’ an were disappointed but I wasn’t and I was relieved that it wasn’t because that moment wasn’t the time for them. The light is their song that is often played when they come together or have reunited after being without the other for so long, that wouldn’t have been the right time but nevertheless the moment is easily etched on both of their faces when they find themselves back in this familiar place with their souls merging together to create this moment that has always been made for two.
Fitz, knew he had to go find Olivia, and while I was annoyed at first that he didn’t pay attention to Olivia’s own fall and request of time. It finally registered what Olivia was saying to him. This is the second time that Olivia has articulated her desire for a minute.
It wasn’t the action itself that made my chest tightened but the look between these two people who are able to communicate without words. Olivia can't manage eye contact, it's seems impossible for her to look at the one person who knows you in a way that leaves you completely vulnerable and Fitz does. He sees Olivia and Fitz knowing what Olivia needs grants her that request and with a heavy sigh Olivia’s head falls on Fitz knowing that he would be steady and strong as the weight she’s carrying transfers over to him. And like the man he is, Fitz doesn’t waiver. It wasn’t a minute but it was exactly what Olivia needed to remind herself that she’s okay.
When Olivia came to see Fitz after running to the hospital to catch cyrus and ended up seeing him completely in shock at watching Vargas get shot. Olivia went to the White House and apologized for wasting Fitz’s time and Olivia was vocal about her feelings of shame and embarrassment, how she wanted to believe that Cyrus was guilty and she told all of this to Fitz. Fitz listened to her express her fears and regrets and even heard her sincere apology. And then Fitz also expressed his feelings and how he wanted Olivia to be right since she always is…..pump your brakes Fitz, Olivia is not always right, hell she hasn’t been right in a long time including yalls break up so you need to chill on this statement cause it ain’t a fact. *fixes shirt* now as Olivia and Fitz converse and expresses their feelings; Fitz admits that he doesn’t want to steal another election and we know per Olivia’s conversation with Rowan that she too didn’t want her dad to fix the election. It seems both of them are trying to be better people and learn from past mistakes. It’s never too late to change. Progress isnt always a straight line but it matters not how you start the race but how you finish it.
I can’t wait for these flashbacks because to see Olivia and Fitz grow as individuals and to admit their setbacks and hopes, leaves me feeling more hopeful of their possible reunion.
Fitz:
Oh sweet baby Fitz. Let me say that when we last saw Fitz in season 5, he had grown and appears to be coming into his own. But this episode really showcased his Presidential power. It’s evident that Fitz has been working with Olivia on Mellie’s campaign but it’s wonderful to see him in the fold and out of the White House for a minute. Fitz was the man of the hour, he made sure to comfort both the most important women’s in his life but also to lead and show courage and strength in the face of a crisis. Mellie and Fitz’s conversation was one of the highlights of the episode. It finally dawns on Mellie that she has completely misjudged Fitz, and the White House. All along she thought he was stealing her joy and taking the view away from her until she realizes
“there is no view, We are the view.”
The Oval- the White House; it’s all an elaborate illusion to showcase power when in truth like papa pope said:
“power is never lost”.
The White House never made Fitz powerful but the beauty of Fitzgerald Thomas Grant is that while others may find him weak due to his benevolent nature and lack of power seeking. That is were his strength and power comes from. Being consciously aware of the power and lives at stake is not lost on him. When he had to deny Vargas’s widow the opportunity to call her children because had to make sure that America was safe and wasn’t vulnerable to an attack, shows that while he is making that transition to leave office he is still the President and all orders must go through him.
We have lost Obama and now we about to lose Fitz. Granted he won’t be leaving office until probably later in the season….my heart ain’t ready to see that beautiful specimen walk out them doors and onto Air Force One. And when Olivia asked Fitz for time to prove Cyrus guilty and he told her until morning she said she needed more time and he didn’t back down to her.
That man made me feel things in my undercarriage and the way Olivia had shut up an nodded her head told me she respected Fitz’s answer. Something she would have never done before. This is growth people. Fitz is still in love with Olivia but it doesn’t jeopardize his duty to the republic and Olivia sees that now and respects him.
On the Truman balcony when Fitz and Mellie were talking, that was one of their truest conversations but what showed growth from both parties was their awareness; Mellie becoming aware of what she is asking for with becoming President and what she remembers happening last time: Jerry dying, Fitz getting shot, losing her marriage, suddenly feeling the doors closing in on her and it's there that Mellie sees she was jealous of Fitz, he never wanted to be President and he never craved the power that came with it but Fitz respond with the perfect answer that he's not a good guy and that he's always had power because his name is "Fitzgerald Thomas Grant" interesting that both Olivia and Fitz use their names in reference to measuring their power. The difference between the two is that one knows their power and their worth while the other is looking to create a name for themselves and find their voice and power. Fitz is making so proud and I can’t wait to follow his own journey of self acceptance and no longer needing anyone to tell him how to do his job.
Interesting Views:
The lack of music in this episode, even Olivia and Fitz's theme song when they sat down was different.
Marcus is now Press Secretary, something Olivia has done in the past and my bet, Olivia has something to with Marcus getting the boot from OPA.
I think Cyrus has something to do with Vargas getting shot but I don't believe he orchestrated the entire thing cause we know Rowan and Petey still out there trying to save their own 'species' and I’m still watching Charlie.
Curious to see how Mellie ended up in the Navy shirt, and before y'all start going crazy- it’s a different shirt and it’s just a sign that Mellie and Fitz are close once again. Nothing scandalous about them but Mellie quickly opened her mouth and told Fitz she still wanted the oval though she just told him how bad it was.
I honestly chuckled at Olivia’s confused face about what’s going on with Quinn and Charlie, curious how this news will affect her.
I loved this episode and excited to see how it plays out and where do all these people go from here.
Until Next Time....Muse.
47 notes
·
View notes
Text
APRIL 2020
PAGE RIB
Well, where the hell do I begin?? I won’t even go into much of the covid-19 business cuz it changes every day and now all aware that we have a pandemic. Scary Clown tried hard to keep us from knowing anything but word is out. I truly hope you and your loved ones are safe and healthy. May we all adjust calmly to this new world and help and love one another.
*****
An animal sanctuary in South Carolina is asking for volunteers to cuddle rescue pigs. At least 75 of the pigs that were taken out of harm’s way from a farm in Kentucky have been adopted.
*****
Stegosaurus footprints thought to be 170 million years old were found on the Isle of Skye. This is the first evidence of these modest sized cuties in Scotland.
*****
A Federal court has granted a request by the Standing Rock Sioux tribe to strike down federal permits for the Dakota access pipe line. The U.S. Army corps of engineers violated the National environmental policy act when it affirmed federal permits for the pipeline. The court found that there were significant unresolved concerns about the potential impacts of oil spills and their likelihood to take place. It took 4 years but the tribe’s experts on technical analysis proved their case. Now the corps must work up a full environmental impact statement.
*****
If you haven’t heard Harry Styles and his take on Sledgehammer then check it out on Howard Stern.
*****
Chris Meloni will be back in a new Dick Wolf production. The Law and Order spin off will put Elliot Stabler in charge of the organized crime division.
*****
A 4.2 magnitude earthquake hit Puerto Rico.
*****
A lot has happened in the democratic race since last I wrote. Buttigieg is out but his breakfast with the Carters was a wonderful thing to see. Klobuchar is out, Bloomberg is out, Gabbard is out, Kemp is out and they all back Biden. Warren is out and keeping mum. It seemed that once Biden started to take most of the delegates and the others all started dropping that there was a shift. The political pundits and hosts started turning on Bernie. Were they just waiting for all this to come down? Many of the states that Biden won are in the South and the Dems probably won’t win them anyway. They seem to love Trump even as he screws up this whole virus situation. Things seemed sort of even handed until the wind shifted. It seems Yang and Tio Bernie had some timely ideas when they said everyone needs healthcare and about $1000 a month. How different would the country be right now if those things were already in place? A couple of our biggest issues would not be there. ** Do we blame the young for only being left with 2 old white guys as our choices? Did this whole big exodus of candidates begin with a “subtle” phone call from Obama to Buttigieg?
*****
Why is it that simple voting is still so hard in this country? People have fought from the beginning to be heard, to have a real democracy. Some people take it for granted and some stay home. If a person really wants to vote, can we please make it EZ? There are special circumstances this year and let’s hope it proves once and for all, that vote by mail is the way. People were waiting for hours to cast a vote and some primaries were cancelled. How about Ranked choice voting?? This gives voters the option to rank candidates in order of choice. Voters pick a first choice candidate and have the option to rank backup candidates in order of their choice. If a candidate gets more than half of the first choices they win, as usual. But, if there is no majority after the first choices, the race is decided by instant run off. The candidate with the fewest votes is eliminated and voters who picked candidates as #1 will have their vote count as the next choice. This continues until a candidate wins more than half the votes. It can also be used in multi winner elections like city council where they have to reach a threshold.
*****
The talk is that Bernie broke up Public Enemy. Flava Flav refused to endorse him when the rest of the band wanted to play a Bernie rally. He walked. Dr. Cornel West is also stumping for Bernie.
*****
OMG The final season of How to Get Away with Murder is upon us. NO!!!!!
*****
Peter Jackson will bring us The Beatles: Get Back with never before seen footage!!!! Fingers crossed we will see it in September!
*****
The Killers have a new one out: Imploding the Mirage
*****
Putin is now in power until 2036.
*****
I have realized that nearly every tv show that has been on for any period of time mentions Manson at least once.
*****
The new reality is a Biden /Bernie debate without an audience that I loved. That is the way they should be. Also the late night shows are entertaining from their homes and we get to see how creative they can really be. The Jimmy’s are reminding us of charities that need us right now. Kimmel had a photo of Dave behind him then a Vonnegut print. Nice. **Some people are worn out from working all the time like housekeepers in hospitals and nursing homes, Doctors, nurses, grocery and discount store employees. A clerk told me the other day that she was grateful for her job but a couple days of quarantine would be nice. Others are stuck at home or confined to small rooms in nursing care. We must thank our police and emergency workers, sanitation and postal employees, the truckers, the railroad workers and all those that we can’t live without. ** Rosie O’Donnell did a fundraiser online** Divorce rates are up** We have learned that people are obsessed with their paper products. I saw a sign in a grocery store bathroom: ‘Please don’t steal the toilet paper.’ People were calling 911 to tell them they are out of T.P.** Vegas has drive thru strip shows : $100 for 10 minutes.** Bill Burr called out those of us who are ripping on the hoarders. Wall Street does it every day.
*****
All the great public engagements, the fests, the tours et al have been postponed until later dates.
*****
How different will life be when this subsides?? What will change? Will more people work from home? They should, less overhead at the office. Will this scare the public into things with more style and substance? Could we shift into different viewing habits? Can we finally get rid of “reality” shows with their ridiculous made up hillbilly diva drama? Made up, hillbilly, diva and drama can all be good things but put them together and UGH!! The amount of on line shows has soared out of necessity. Perhaps a new voice will stand out. Let’s see what sticks.** Just think about the fuel emissions that we could cut and the traffic that could be lighter if more people worked from home. Perhaps managers will make schedules that make more sense. Many mags are going exclusively online. ** Dolly Parton will read kids stories online with ‘Goodnight with Dolly.’ ** Are the balanced well meaning people rising up to take over the evil? This world ebbs and flows, sometimes the greedy take charge and sometime our better angels win out.
*****
Zach Braff and Donald Faison are starting a podcast.
*****
Abortion providers like Planned Parenthood as well as the ACLU have sued Iowa, Ohio, Oklahoma and Alabama to ensure access to abortion during the pandemic. The states have suspended elective surgeries. The question is if time sensitive abortion is an essential procedure.
*****
Game Stop and Hobby Lobby are forcing people to work. Hobby Lobby owner David Green sent a letter to his managers. He stressed that the Lord sent a message to his wife, The Prayer Warrior. The sign told them 3 words, Guide, Guard, Groom. He wrote that ‘God is in control’ and that they will stay open now and later tighten “our” belts. Employee health be damned!
*****
The Census is temporarily suspended. Also the RNC sent out some of their propaganda mailings that said census right on them. That is one way to confuse people into reading that garbage. ** The tax deadline has been moved to July 15.** The Olympics have been postponed.
*****
It seems that Jared Leto only learned of the coronavirus in mid- March because he was on an isolated meditation journey.
*****
500 billion bailout for corporations with little accountability? Money for cruise lines which are not even based in the U.S.? I don’t think so. Funny how it isn’t socialism when they want government $. None for the USPS who may have to close by June if they don’t get help?? WHAT?? Our country is raw and exposed. People have no savings and the rich have their hand out. The Senate bill will have long term effects and they wanted nothing for state and local problems? What?** An article said that Trump tried to buy the firm that is working on the vaccine. Is that true?** It seems like they want the people who can afford it to hoard all the T.P. to get a nice check and not much for the bottom who really need it. The republicans put in a little gem to lift restrictions for 3 years on losses that were limited in the 2017 tax cut. The move could result in $170 billion in tax breaks for real estate investors. This of course includes Trump and Kushner. You got to hand it to them, even with people falling all around them, they can keep a clear head to continue their greed. I suppose that is a skill. Word is Kushner told his tenants that they must keep paying their rent as he asks for a little leniency from his creditors. As a wise man recently said to me, ”Sounds like America!”** The bill has now been signed so we will see how it all plays out. **Did the government really send 170 broken ventilators to California yet send seven times the face shields requested to Oklahoma?? Stupidity, mistake or on purpose??
*****
Michael Cohen claims that Trump instructed him to pay tech firms to rig polls in his favor.
*****
The stories of generosity are there too. Angelina Jolie has donated a mil to charity along with many other celebs and civilians. We can do without human contact for a while but it will be needed for children, for faith and the frightened. ** Abbott, an Illinois based company claims they have a 5 minute portable test for the virus that they plan to roll out in April with 50,000 tests a day. The initial small amount of research is good but we have yet to see the accuracy on a large scale.
*****
Tax payer money should be used to bail out people, not corporations. –Robert Reich
*****
The word is that ventilators are not easy to mass produce. Sone companies won’t even be able to get to out orders for months because China put in orders first. **College gymnasiums are being converted to wards. Jerry Falwell Jr. wanted to keep his school open but they have decided to halt classes and just leave study areas open at Liberty U. **
*****
“Thank God Trump is managing this corona flu like you would expect from a successful CEO V a career politician.” –Jerry Falwell Jr. ** From Murdoch to Trump to Falwell, what is it with these greedy sons??
*****
Thank God we have a President who knows how to take charge.” –Franklin Graham** The good news on Graham is that he did ship a field hospital to Italy. His Samaritans purse is also helping with those in Central Park.
*****
Thank God some of these pastors who insist on holding services are getting arrested. They are not the only non -essentials staying open and endangering us though so I hope they soon shutter as well.
Intel chair Richard Barr, Diane Feinstein and others sold off major stocks a week before the stock market crash. Sen Loeffler’s husband is the CEO of the NYSE. It’s funny that they had briefings on the virus and yet told us that all was well. ** Sean Spicer was at some WH briefings to ask questions.
*****
It only took a deadly virus to halt school shootings. – Romy Reiner
*****
Trump gave China 18 tons of respirators, gauze, gloves and other equipment.
*****
About 60% of these pathogens come from animals. Things that may be harmless to them could kill us. As we tear down their habitats, they have to go somewhere and sometimes it is right in our own backyards. Are we killing ourselves with virus because of our own denial of climate change and the destruction of the homes of these wild animals?
*****
Is this true? The PINO (President in name only) and his campaign told tv stations that they could lose their licenses if they air a political ad that contains his own quotes.
*****
Joe Rogan had a hissy fit about people singing’ Imagine’. Why do people lose their minds every time this song rises to the surface again??
*****
DR. Rand Paul was having lunch with other Senators, swimming in the pool and working out while he awaited the results of his coronavirus test. ** So many are staying put, so many have to be out there caring for others or keeping us supplied and this moron can’t follow some simple steps. Let us please get these bozos out of office. They can’t look out for themselves, let alone the rest of us. ** FU congressman Tom Markie.
*****
Some are speculating that Pence will be out and Nikki Haley will be in.** Will there be any debates if it comes down to Trump and Biden? I don’t think Trump will let go of all this crap about Joe and his son and it will get really ugly. Oh yea, too late! ** The furries, the young and the Latinos seem to love Tio Bernie.
*****
Genesis is reuniting.
*****
The Friends reunion has been postponed.
*****
How many times do we hear true crime shows say, “disposed of like trash” and “It don’t happen here.” Hey, law enforcement, horrible crime happens everywhere, get used to it and be ready !!
*****
Charges against Russian firms for interfering in the elections that were filed by Mueller have been quietly dropped. ** The DOJ has asked congress to give them emergency powers. It is like the patriot act all over again. Look out!
*****
Don’t forsake those duties which keep you out of the nuthouse. –Katherine Houghton Hepburn
*****
Tom Brady is out and going to Tampa Bay.
*****
Harvey Weinstein got 23 years and tested positive for the corona virus and it ain’t over yet.
*****
Brit Hume was caught with “sexy vixen vinyl” on his browser and much was made of that.
*****
Humanity Forward is Yang’s new non- profit starting with giving 3 mil to ordinary people.
*****
No Time to Die has been moved from an April release to a November release. I am sure it is the first of many as people are sheltered in place.** The GLAAD awards with no audience, No SXSW or NBA. Many productions have been halted. ** Every American can get tested regardless of insurance if you can find a test, that is.** Dr. Zeek Emanual tells us this could go on for 2 years. Projections show we could lose 4 times as many people as we did in WWII. We lost 1000 in a month and in 48 hours that was up to 2000. ** Which one of Trump’s donors will get the contract to make more test kits? Is that the hold up on supply? ** Alex Jones and Jim Baker were both trying to sell coronavirus cures. The government has asked them to stop.
*****
Bill Gates has stepped down from Microsoft’s Board of directors.
*****
HBG has cancelled Woody Allen’s book after a walk out.
*****
Meghan McCain is pregnant.
*****
Mulvaney is out and Mark Meadows has left congress to become the new Chief of staff. Can we just let all the X presidents into the WH and let them take over before we are all dead??
*****
In the foreseeable future, I will be a dead person. I want to remind you that dead people are people too. There are good dead people and bad dead people. Some of my best friends are dead people. Dead people have fought in every war. –Tom Davis
The Covid-19 call center is 833-275-9644.
R.I.P Marlyn Carls, Kenny Rogers, the Covid-19 victims, James Lipton, the Nashville tornado victims, McCoy Tiner, Max Von Sydow, Maggie Griffin, Larry Edgeworth, Kenny Rogers, John Hammond, Terrance McNally, Fred ‘Curly’ Neal, Joseph Lowery, Manu Dibango, John Callahan, Mark Blum, Maria Mercader, David Schramm, Joe Diffie, Richard Reeves, Vincent Marzello and Anton Coppola.
0 notes
Last Seen Blogs
themanbehindthelookinglass
Sam Long Photography
acatpiestuff
Shenanigans
thestarmaker
all of our strangeness
clovcherry
^clover
bertman01
S'up Dudes!