do you even have to mention that

Can someone explain me why fandoms became such a cringy thing to be a part of?

I was a part of several fandoms and it made me feel like I had a huge friend group even tho I hadn’t talked to these people, knowing I could just strike up a convo about the thing we both loved made me feel awesome and really helped with my social anxiety.

And then out of nowhere, just mentioning the world “fandom” got you a mass of entitled people going “oh you’re gonna be so embarrassed about this in a few years!” and “lol do you even have a life outside tv-shows?”

What the fuck. What was so bad about liking something and talking about it together with other people? Why did these people feel the need to shoot us down and belittle us and make us feel like losers?

It’s been several years. And thankfully, I’ve gained enough confidence to say this: fuck you, I loved my fandoms, and they were the best thing to happen to teenager me.

So if someone wants to fangirl over Stranger Things, or the new IT movie, or just generally tell me their favourite shows or bands they’re passionate about, fucking hit me up. I’m a fandom trash until my body decays in the gutter. Yall wanna cringe at me, feel free. I’m over worrying about people on the internet not finding me cool.

anonymous asked:

hi!! Im looking for a quote i was really fond of when i first read capri.i think its something like damen wouldve been in danger if he met laurent under any other circumstance & saw how sharp he was??? im so sorry i really cant remember anything else. Ty!!!!

Hey Anon, I’m sorry but I can’t seem to find the quote you mentioned. Maybe I’m not understanding correctly your description but I really can’t remember anything like Damen thinking he’d have been in danger had them met in a different circumstance. I even scanned the books briefly to see if I could find this part but still nothing.

Maybe you could remember something else from the exchange to help me out? Do you remember from which of the three books is it from?

If this rings a bell for anyone please help us find the quote?

Question

Where tf is Kira? Braeden? Isaac? THIAM?! But seriously tho like Braeden would have knocked Derek’s ass into shape & helped like where is she??? Isaac, I just need him. I don’t know why I just do. Why does Chris never mention him? EVER? Kira, o god don’t even get me started. They built up so much thiam and all it will ever be is brotp. Once again, Jeff Davis, you have disappointed me.

anonymous asked:

Ok so can you explain all this minecraft stuff and also what OCs mean?

Okay! Ocs are original characters. In our Minecraft server, you make characters based on the books. For example, my character is Naomi Smith. She’s a daughter of Poseidon. Cabin Leader, too (because it’s set 20 years in the future for our own creating purposes.) So, as your character, you can explore our custom made map of camp half-blood and New York and roleplay (pretend to he them, essentially. For anyone who doesn’t know ehat roleplay is, Its really easy to catch on to! Just watch for a little bit, you’ll get the hang. And if you do know who how to roleplay, even better). It’s so you can kind of have your own demigod experience. There are relationships, drama, quests, gods. It’s great. Not to mention, the people are fucking amazing. (SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS/FRIENDS ON THERE, JAY ALEXA SIMON EM COOPER LIRUM DAMIEN MAX JACE, JAKE, LILY, ALEX, BRAE, AND THE LIST GOES ON) It’s really worth checking out. It really is. The ip is Chbrp.fluctis.com

I honestly want to puke when I see people who have no mature uteruses think they can talk us down about period.

“Oh yeah I had this medical problem and stayed in bed for a month and even strong painkillers didn’t do a thing! So you don’t know what pain is!”

Yeah, fucker, because you’re the only one who went through that. I don’t see all chronic pain patients (of all genders) act as your self-absorbed ass does.

Also it says a lot about how little you know about period if you think the only problem is the pain, lol. The truth is, unless you have a working uterus you don’t know shit. You may know some things if you’ve studied gynaecology (and if you don’t act like a child when we mention it), but you’ll never know what it feels like to literally bleed almost continually for five days straight and that posing no excuse to skip school/work. Every month. For 30 years.

So shut the fuck up.

anonymous asked:

Ok so I have a problem, the thing is that I basically friendzoned TaeTae a long time ago (more like familyzoned but it's another story) but lately he's doing things to me, like with his HAIR and his VOICE and his STYLE and his freaking EARRINGS, not even mentionning everything that basically revolve around his face and body. I don't know how to feel it's a constant struggling he keeps attacking me, this boy really needs to calm down

OMG DID I GHOST WRITE THIS ?!! BRO. I GET YOU. TAEHYUNG has always been bro zoned since debut, in my case. I always recognized myself in him, therefore I denied being attracted. He’s like a twin to me. I can’t get attracted to my twin , right ? AND THEN I STARTED QUESTIONING MY LIFE DECISIONS AFTER HE GREW OUT THAT ILLEGAL HAIR 😭 BEING CAPRICORN JUST LIKE HIM , MAKES IT 10X WORSE. CAPRICORNS USUALLY DON’T MATCH, BUT I’M HERE SLOWLY GETTING SEDUCED BY THIS SON OF A ABDBRNFNCJKFKM

Originally posted by hahni

anonymous asked:

hi! i saw a post of yours about a partner being abusive bc they feel hurt. i wouldn't consider my bf abusive, but i would say that he's unintentionally manipulative & controlling. this stems from his own past abuse and his insecurity, so i'd rather work on it w him than just leave bc it's not good for me. i was wondering if you have any idea how? i'm afraid to even mention that he's been doing things that aren't good for me bc i know he'll never forgive himself & i'm so scared he'll hurt himself

I’m so sorry you’re going through this. A few thoughts:

-Just because manipulation or control is unintentional does not make it okay. Harm is defined by actions, not the intention (or lack of intention) behind them.

-Someone having had a difficult past does not let them off the hook for being harmful to others.

-Someone feeling remorse at the thought of hurting you, even accidentally, does not mean that you should not protect yourself and do what you need to do to stay safe.

-You say you are afraid he will hurt himself and that this is a reason you’re afraid to speak out about the things that harm you. I understand your fear, but your needs are important, and his threat of self-harm (whether spoken or not) is silencing you. You deserve to be in a situation where you are able to talk about the things that you struggle with in your relationships.

I can sympathize with the desire to help someone who is struggling. However, you are not responsible for anyone else’s happiness but your own. That doesn’t make you selfish – it is simply the way humans work. You can’t solve anyone else’s problems: change has to come from within that person. If he’s willing to, say, go to therapy and truly work on these things, that would be promising. If I asked a partner to do something like that, I would expect them to get RIGHT on it and impress me with their dedication to change. Promises are just promises. Actions are much more meaningful. 

Most importantly, please also consider your options for things to do to take care of YOU. If it’s physically safe to do so, maybe that means leaving, temporarily or permanently; maybe it means finding a way to talk to someone (a trusted friend, or a counselor/therapist) where you can tell them the whole truth and get more insights. I know you love your partner, but you are also worthy of love, and you deserve to do what’s best for you. Give yourself permission to figure out what that is. Wishing you all the best!

stilinski-lover-24  asked:

I just got out of the theatre.... GOD DAMN MITCH RAPP IS A FUCKING BAD ASS! I WAS GIGGLING WHENEVER I SAW HIM SHIRTLESS AND SARCASTIC AND MURDEROUS. WHEN I SAW HIM AT THE END OF THE MOVIE IN THE WATER I WHISPERED TO MY MOM 'GOD DAMN THAT BODY' AND HIM IN A PINK SHIRT AND ALL CLEANED UP IN THE LAST SCENE. MITCH RAPP HAS RUINED ME. Sorry for the caps and ranting. I just needed to get that out of my system

I stg the sarcastic bits are Dylan being Dylan. Like, he would walk on set and say something funny and they’re like “FUCK. DO THAT AGAIN DYL.” AND HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I LOVE MITCH RAPP? I NEED SO MUCH MITCH RAPP, IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY. And you are fine with the caps. I get chu. That’s how I rant. Ask Camile. She gets that all the time. You know when we are deadly serious when no caps are involved lol. 

‘Shuichi with a chubby S/O’
  • He doesn’t really see the weight.
  • Okay, Well, he saw that weight. It was impossible not to notice that he was smaller than you
  • It didn’t bother him at all, you’re you and you’re beautiful.
  • He decided that it was best to just never mention it or even allude to it but when you ask if it bothers him his answers are stiff and unconvincing
  • ‘N-No! It really doesn’t bother me- Oh Please don’t cry!’
  • He loves you and it doesn’t change a thing in the world but naturally in public he’s on edge
  • He doesn’t know what to do if anyone says anything to you
  • Is he intimidating enough to glare at someone? He’ll try that
  • Inevitably, you’re walking down the street, having a lovely time and someone says something cross about how you probably ate your last boyfriend
  • His time has come!
  • Shuichi gets his attention, taking a firm stance and…. tells him he was rude
  • Guy is unfazed. You smile lightly at the gesture. Shuichi’s just proud he didn’t stutter
  • As you walk away from that jerk he’s telling you that you’re perfect.
  • He’ll admit he loves to cuddle with you more than he would with someone his size
  • You’re so cuddly. He doesn’t want to leave your arms.
  • It’s more to love and believe me when I say he loves it 

- Mod Korekiyo

anonymous asked:

I'm not a big fan of how they portrayed Liam in his recent interview. I mean they keep going back and forth with the guys on who hates 1D this week. I don't trust interviews anyway it's just got me smh again. Not to mention all the Cheryl stuff -_-. It's odd because on one hand they seem to be seeding the reunion, like you mentioned, but at the same time they keep doing this. Why do they hope to gain?

Play all sides. They watch us like hawks, it’s smart business after all (hiya trained monkeys!). And even the trained monkeys at 1DHQ see the $$$ that is in this fandom. 

It’s a fractured fandom, so they have to play to us all. Push the solo careers yet lay the groundwork for the reunion - both are to their benefit and are contractual agreements so nothing surprising there. 

The closeting and “babies” are part of the official narrative that’s been pushed since the beginning. 

And a reunion after these boys that hate each other are reunited is more powerful and a bigger draw than 5 boys that love each other. 

1D is a movie and a twisted plotline is always more interesting than a straightforward love story.

anonymous asked:

you do know that the heavens ward werent good people right?

[[ Forgive me if I don’t articulate this very well, but…

Well, no shit, some of em were pretty… out there, to be sure. 

The devs even mentioned that Thordan told Zephirin to potentially ignore their backgrounds (and in some cases moral standing) and instead pick them for their abilities and martial prowess. So of course we’re gonna have some men who are on the dangerous and probably (without the cover of their order’s status) evil end of the spectrum. We do, and I DEFINITELY don’t deny the problematic nature of this and what some of these men had done in their lives.

However, this was in no way implied by what was written in the lore book and interviews about Janlenoux, so if I would like to play him as a good-natured sort of man who wants to do his best by his brothers and Ishgard as a whole, I’d like to think that’s my decision, given the scant sources of canonical information we do have on him. ]]

there were a lot of references in the new video, did you catch them all? let’s take a look.

1. nils sjoberg

remember that time she wrote a song with calvin harris but used a different name? this is that name, on one of the gravestones. after releasing that she had actually written the summer hit “this is what you came for,” calvin harris, among others, threw a fit on twitter - even though it had been agreed that if calvin and taylor broke up, she could express that she had written the song.

2. the out of the woods dress

this blue dress probably looks familiar! it’s the same one she wore in the out of the woods music video, the last music video of the 1989 era. this poses the same frantic question, are we out of the woods yet? as this grave-digging taylor suggests, not yet.

3. here lies 2014 met gala taylor

at first glance, it just looks like the taylor from before laying there, but after pausing it and going back, one realizes that isn’t zombie taylor, rather 2014 met gala taylor. 2014 would have been the start of the 1989 era, and the out of the woods video was the end of it, thus: by the end of 1989 era, she was ready to “bury” it.

4. the dollar bill

if you look just next to taylor’s shoulder, you can see a good ole george washington. one single dollar bill. is this a reference to taylor’s sexual assault trial recently, and the one dollar she won then? most likely, because if you go to other shots of her in the tub that aren’t directly above her, the dollar bill isn’t there, meaning it was edited in later, which would explain how it got there so late in the game. it stands for the simple victories everyone else gets to celebrate, while she does the same things and gets flack for it.

5. et tu brute

a famous line from shakespeare’s julius caeser, “et tu, brute” means “and you, brute?” right as marcus brutus lands the fatal blow in julius caeser’s, his once-friend’s back. this is a metaphor for all the people that taylor thought she could trust, before they turned around and trashed her name.

6. the tea

probably pretty simple to grasp - the tea is hot. alternatively, she, the snake in the video, gets to serve the tea this time around, or, she gets to lay down her side of the story.

7. car crash + paparazzi

did you see what happened here, at face value? taylor was in an expensive vehicle that got in a head-on crash, but everyone just stood back and took pictures, instead of rushing over to help. is this a reference to all the times that everyone stood back, took pictures, and laughed at her when she was beaten down? yes.

8. the grammy

the grammy blends in with the gold of the car and her outfit, so it’s pretty easy to miss, but there it is, in her hand, even though the car crashed. perhaps the future is being predicted?

9. the birdcage + leg tattoo

look closely at taylor’s leg, and you can see what looks to be a snake tattooed there. not to mention, here she is entertaining in a birdcage, which is guarded. she’s trying to have fun in this prison, biting her tongue, being the girl everyone wants, but she longs to be let free.

10. robbing a bank/stream co., blind for love

besides getting major harley quinn vibes, what else do we notice here? taylor swift robbing a vault, which says “stream company.” remember that time that taylor wrote an open letter to apple music and called her money hungry, even though she was taking her music off to benefit poorer artists? yes, we do. this is what she’s referencing here. also, her shirt says “blind for love” which makes sense, because she frequently refers to herself as a hopeless romantic, someone who opens theirselves up for love, even if it means getting hurt.

11. the squad

without explaining anything else, this scene can be described as a crowd of blank faced people, staring at taylor swift, who stands upon a stage looking menacing, and impressing one message upon the crowd: u, squad. it’s reminiscent of all the times people said taylor swift was over, because her friends, fans, or sales were fake or temporary. this is like a visual representation of the comments people made about taylor forcing people to do things for her to create the image she desired.

12. fake friends

and here we have the mannequins of the girls from the prior scene, chopped up. this one is pretty straight forward, these “friends” that taylor thought she had sometimes turned out to be more fickle and “fake” than she thought. also, can we talk about how taylor’s red boots are reminiscent of kinky boots? because yes.

13. the dancers, i heart ts

before taylor enters the room, the dancers are goofing around, but the second she comes in, the jump to attention, and rip off their jackets to reveal shirts that say “i heart ts.” it’s a throwback to when tom hiddleston wore a shirt with the same message on the fourth of july in 2016, and everyone said that she had forced him to wear it. it’s the same thing as before with the squad - the world decided that she had forced all these people to love her, not that they actually did.

14. the fight for glory

every time you pause this video, you come across a different taylor. squirrel pajamas wanegbt taylor, 2015 bbma’s taylor, 2014 acm’s taylor, wanegbt red tour taylor, 2016 new years rockin’ eve taylor, sparkly guitar fearless tour taylor, bleachella taylor, ballerina shake it off taylor, 2016 vma’s taylor… the list goes on and on. here, you can see them all fighting and clawing, trying to stand on top. it reminds me of “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me,” and the parallels between long live and new romantics in that line alone. all those times, she thought she’d made it to a point in her career where she could be respected as much as other artists in her tier, only to harshly realize she was going to get her name ran through the mud for doing the same thing as everyone else. the fight for glory is steep, and unfair.

15. junior jewels

looks familiar right? not quite! it is the same theme of the shirt, but look closely at the signatures - they’re signatures of actual people this time around. names like ed, selena, este, lena, blake, and ryan, among others, can be seen on her shirt, representing the true friends that stuck with her through her reputation being bashed.

16. “SHUT UP!”

here, all the different versions of taylor are repeating things that the media or other celebrities had said about her, until finally 2009 vma’s taylor repeated the same thing that 2017 taylor said in an instagram post - “i’d very much like to be excluded from this narrative.” the entire time, you can hear camera shutters going off and people chatting, presumably the rest of the world watching as she got torn apart. when vma’s taylor makes this final statement, all the other taylor’s, as well as what sounds to be an entire off-screen crowd, yell “SHUT UP” before the screen goes black. this is a powerful image, and it’s supposed to be. all the times she suffered, and people told her that she was overreacting, faking it, or doing it for publicity. if you feel remorse for seeing young taylor getting yelled at, or sorrow for the taylors falling when she said “because she’s dead,” you’re doing it right. 

nothing in this video was an accident.

if you’re angry at taylor for this video exposing things you said about her, or you’re repeating any of the words the versions of herself said at the end, you’re proving her point. her reputation was destroyed because people made a sport of making fun of her. and now, as taylor said, there will be no explanation, just reputation. 

Okay I’m pissed about the VMAs and here’s why.

I want to preface this by saying I think they did a great job addressing the current issues we’re facing in America today.

That being said,

What the FUCK do they have against “Rock” in general. I mean, first, Jared Leto asks people to stand for his Eulogy about Chester Bennington, and people don’t so he has to ask AGAIN.

Then during his tribute performance they literally cut to commercial.

But they had time for Miley to perform her entire song. Right okay.

Then, they don’t even announce, let alone MENTION the rock category. Why have a category if you’re not even going to respect it? This isn’t even the first time they’ve done this.

I’m just saying, if you have time for fucking Katy Perry to run around and embarrassingly dab all over the place, you can spare three minutes for a fucking eulogy or a whole fucking category? Christ.

Two weeks. They had only been together for two weeks before people had found out.

 Draco paused before the entrance to the Great Hall and pressed his forehead against the cool stone wall. He could do this. So everyone knew that he was dating Harry Potter. So what? He had ignored the sneers when he had returned to Hogwarts for his 8th year, he had suffered through the occasional hex and had pointedly ignored any waspish comments that had floated his way. Somehow, he had endured all of this with his chin up and a disinterested look on his face.

He straightened determinedly, took a deep breath and walked in. Keeping his eyes on the wall above the Slytherin table, he still couldn’t miss how the noise of people chattering tapered off. Undeterred, he marched on. Pansy and Blaise, who had their heads close together in conversation, looked up. They glanced quickly at one another and then slid apart making space for Draco. He didn’t let the relief show on his face. Pansy was smart enough to wait until he was settled in and had filled his plate before asking, “Really, Draco? You didn’t think to tell us before we found out from a shrieking Weasley?”

Draco huffed out a sigh. “Of course I did. When we were ready you were the first people I was going to tell. It’s not my fault Weasley and Granger had the same idea we did and happened upon our broom closet.”

After giving him a searching look Pansy nodded, satisfied. She leaned in and whispered, “Tell us how it happened.”

Sneering, Draco was about to tell her to mind her own business when a hand fell on the back of his neck. He turned and found himself mouth to mouth with Harry. Whistles and cheers, and a few other less pleasant sounds, rose from around them. Panic rose thickly up his throat. He used both hands to shove Harry off of him. “What are you doing, Potter?” he whispered harshly.

Harry was looking rather taken aback and more than a little confused. He glanced at the surrounding Slytherins who were all watching with interest. Clearing his throat he answered, “I came to say good morning. I thought that since everyone knows..” He trailed off. The uncertainty in his bright green eyes made Draco uneasy, but he couldn’t ignore the panic he felt or the blush blooming on his cheeks.

“So because they know we are seeing each other it’s alright for you to maul me in front of everyone?” Draco asked.

A hint of amusement lit in Harry’s eyes. “Maul? Really, Draco. By now you should be able to tell the difference between a chaste kiss and when I’m trying to maul you.”

There were snickers around the table and a delighted laugh from Pansy. She moved over and patted the seat between her and Draco. “Potter, please do sit and tell us more.”

Draco made a choking noise. “I think that’s rather too much already. Potter, why are you sitting down?”

Harry reached for some toast and buttered it. “I’m having breakfast with my boyfriend.” He looked around at the many Slytherins still staring at him. He tilted his head to the side and added, “And all of Slytherin apparently.” More snickers.

This was too much. Far too much. And when Harry extended his hand for Draco to take a bite of his toast, he couldn’t believe it. He looked down at the toast and up at Harry again. Harry raised an eyebrow. “I am not eating toast from your hand, Potter!” Draco sneered.

Harry sighed, put the toast down and turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”

Draco huffed and looked down at his untouched plate. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Is it because I mentioned mauling and didn’t follow through? Because tonight-”

Horrified, Draco could do nothing but cover his eyes with a hand and weakly say, “Harry..”

Which, thankfully, was enough to shut him up.

With a sigh, Pansy offered. “Purebloods aren’t very affectionate in public, Potter. Or possibly at all, I really couldn’t say for sure since I don’t think I have even seen my parents kiss.”

There was a drawn out silence and Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered his hand to find Harry was staring at Pansy in shock. He looked at Draco and quickly shuttered his expression. “Right. Sorry. I guess we didn’t really have time to prepare for this.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll just go back to the Gryffindor table.”
“No!” Draco said. “I don’t want you to leave. Just.. behave?” He smiled tentatively and was relieved when Harry grinned at him before he resumed eating.

One month later.

Harry watched Draco roll his eyes at Ron. They were sitting in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday night with Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise. Looking back at the past month, Harry couldn’t believe how smoothly it had gone and how well everyone was getting on. After that first awful morning when he had kissed Draco in the Great Hall, Harry had learned to keep his hands to himself when they weren’t alone. He was enormously relieved to find out that Draco still wanted to spend as much time as possible together in and out of their rooms. He was not embarrassed that people knew that they were together; he just did not want people to see them being intimate.

Something that Harry, several times a day, thought was a great pity. In fact, he was thinking it right this very second as he watched his beautiful boyfriend smirk at Hermione and that now familiar feeling rushed through him and all he wanted to do was kiss those smirking lips. Draco glanced at him and he must have had a dopey smile on his face because he saw the smirk fall away as Draco gave a soft smile meant just for him. The feeling grew along with Harry’s smile and he knew he should tell Draco that he loved him soon.

“Harry, Mrs Weasley wants to know if you’ll be having Christmas with us at the Burrow. She says she asked Ron to ask you ages ago, but we both figured he hadn’t said anything yet.” Hermione said, eyeing Ron who was sheepishly avoiding her gaze.

Harry laughed and quickly looked at Draco who was watching him carefully. Turning back to Hermione he answered, “I haven’t actually thought about Christmas yet. I’ll be sure to let you know my plans soon.” There was warmth and pressure on the side of his leg as Draco scooted closer to him on the bench. Harry glanced up but Draco was focused on the Butterbeer that he was busy sipping.

The conversation continued and Harry was laughing at Pansy’s impression of Filch when he felt warm fingers on his wrist. He looked down at his lap underneath the table and saw Draco’s pale hand flip over his own and intertwine their fingers. Looking up, he found Draco engaged in a potions conversation with Hermione. The only proof he had that Draco’s hand hadn’t acted of its own volition was the pink staining Draco’s cheeks. He recovered rather slowly but managed to rip his eyes away from Draco and look around the table to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn’t. Nobody questioned the big goofy grin that stole across his features when Draco squeezed his hand either. He risked another glance at Draco and their eyes met. Draco’s cheeks were becoming pinker and he rolled his eyes at Harry, but Harry still saw the quirk of his lips.

“Wait,” Pansy interrupted them loudly. “Are you two holding hands under the table?”

Harry’s smile vanished and he made to let go of Draco’s hand, but Draco held on.
“Yes, Pansy. We are holding hands. So what?” He drawled.

“No, I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing, Draco. I was just surprised. What made you change your mind?” she asked.

Harry was also particularly interested in this answer. He watched as Draco’s blush deepened. “Well, I thought about it and I don’t really understand why purebloods are so opposed to showing affection. The only thing I could think of was that a lot of the marriages are arranged, so maybe there was no affection there.”

Hermione was smiling and nodding at Draco while Pansy looked pensive. Blaise on the other hand, was grinning slyly. “So, Draco.” He started. ”You finally decided there was nothing wrong with showing the world that you’re in love?”

Everyone was silent, so Harry could clearly hear his heart thumping in his chest. He watched as Draco chewed on his bottom lip, face aflame. Slowly he turned to Harry, his grey eyes cautious but full. “Yes,” he cleared his throat. “I did.”

And finally, Harry got to kiss his boyfriend in front of other people. And he did. Thoroughly. Even when their friends started to laugh and groan. Draco was laughing against his mouth when he pulled away and said, “Thank Merlin, because I have a lot to show.”

Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Part One: x Part Two: x Part Four: x Part Five: x

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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There’s an undeniable crime problem in Los Santos, an affluent city rife with thieves and bandits of all pedigrees, which isn’t in itself all that strange. What’s odd is the incredibly high number of unsolved crimes, of acts no one claims, ones that the LSPD can’t even begin to lay blame for. Even when committed in broad daylight, even when the police arrive on the scene in the middle of a heist, no one manages to catch more than unclear glimpses of the culprits, no bullets hit their marks, and when all is said and done there is somehow never any reliable evidence. No camera ever manages to catch a thing, no trap is ever successful, and never has a single witness managed a coherent report, like somehow none of them ever pay enough attention. Like somehow what they’ve seen can never be put into words.

Throw a stone and you’ll hit a crook in Los Santos, from thugs to conmen to masked killers they all call the city home, all know their place, yet somehow the balance of powers never really makes sense. Like something is missing, like everyone’s fighting to be second best while the title of top dog goes empty. Not that the reluctance to take charge is all that surprising, considering the way any crew which starts to grow big enough to extend their hold over the city is cut down. Driven out or found murdered, often laying in the remains of what was clearly a vicious shoot-out, though the killers are never found. Like vigilantes, only not nearly so altruistic; the spoils belonging to the defeated gangs are always taken, and only reappear at the scene of yet another unclaimed crime.



There’s a crew in Los Santos, so ingrained in the essence of the city itself no one seems to remember how things were before they arrived. The Fake AH Crew; legends in some circles, monsters in others, both consummate enigmas and borderline celebrities, the crew with the world at their feet. The main six players of the inner circle aren’t odd, exactly, each criminals of great renown but still holding pretty standard goals, greedy and bloodthirsty and perhaps more loyal than most but still acting well within their given standard of normalcy. They aren’t unusual, really, but these days they do have their little quirks.

As the leader Geoff has always had to present himself as reasonably level-headed, controlled outside the occasional snaps of frightful anger, a little overbearing in his need to dictate every plan maybe, but what criminal kingpin isn’t? What’s odd is the new fear kept behind closed doors, Geoff second-guessing his own ideas to a degree that is wholly out of character, running over plans again and again, pulling them apart and looking for flaws, debriefing even after successful missions when everyone else just wants to celebrate, unconsciously pressing his hand to his heart like reassurance that it’s still beating.

Jack drives like she’s made a deal with the devil, like every vehicle is just an extension of her being, inherent ability paired with unmatchable knowledge of every backroad and alley in the city. What’s odd is the nightmarish daydreams she gets sometimes, when she looks back at her latest baby and sees flickers of crunched metal and shattered glass, the phantom scent of spilled gasoline and the unmissable click-whoosh of catching flame.

For all his quick temper and flippant attitude Michael can be utterly pedantic about checking and rechecking the timers on bombs, which honestly isn’t an awful trait in the resident explosives guy. What’s odd is the way Michael gets angry about it sometimes, storms about the penthouse yanking out every last alarm clock, the way he swears he can still hear something ticking with furious intention, like the last seconds of a countdown.

He may be happier in a no-holds-barred fist-fight but nobody could say Jeremy isn’t good with a gun, an excellent shot with just about any weapon he can get his hands on. What’s odd is the little burst of panic he gets right after firefights, patting down his own chest, checking again and again like he can’t quite believe he wasn’t hit.

Ryan isn’t wracked by guilt, doesn’t regret what he does the way some might; he’s a killer and he owns it, he chose it, and it truly doesn’t bother him. What’s odd is the way he still can’t sleep, can’t close his eyes some nights when the darkness squeezes close and he feels so cold, like the depths of the ocean are pressing down on him, stealing the air from his lungs.

In terms of his own safety Gavin is as reckless as they come, all slapdash impulses and delighted disregard, chasing amusement at any cost when it’s only his own neck on the line. What’s odd is that sometimes Gavin walks around with a parachute strapped to his back and no intention of flying that day, utterly overzealous precaution without any real explanation as to why, like some part of him is always terrified that he’s going to fall.

Maybe the Fake’s know, on their worst days, that something isn’t quite right, something about them has gone awry, but the concern never lingers in the face of their unmatched success. Because a crew’s a crew, right? Maybe they’re a little luckier than most, maybe they’ve been unstoppable for so long it feels like no one else is really trying, like they are the merciless gods of their city. Maybe they catch themselves drifting sometimes, losing time or memories or thoughts or scars. Maybe they all know something is not quite right, a distant siren in the back of their minds begging them to pay attention, but surely it doesn’t mean anything.

You can romanticise it all you want, call them the scariest, the most dangerous, devastatingly talented in all the worst ways, but at the end of the day all humans are flawed and all crews will fall. Whether or not falling is enough to shake them from their throne is, however, a completely different issue. If a crew dies in the woods (the city, the sky, the sea), and nobody is brave enough to tell them, did it even happen? 



There’s an empty penthouse in Los Santos, one that cannot be sold, one no one likes to talk about, not really. What has been said is that the door sticks sometimes, cannot be opened no matter how much force is applied. What has been said is that things move around all on their own, new stains reveal themselves and furniture appears and disappears like someone’s been squatting, but the dust is too thick for anyone to have visited. What’s been said makes shivers run down spines, hair stand on edge, gives rise to furtive glances and shared discomfort, an unspoken agreement never to return.

Maybe this alone wouldn’t be such a problem, maybe owning the most prestigious penthouse in a city overrun by wealth would be enough to attract some sceptic, but there is of course the matter of the previous owners. The most despicable, untouchable, indelible criminal gang the city had ever seen. Has ever seen, even this long after their passing. They died, at some point. No one quite remembers when, or how, no one really seems to talk about them anymore, not beyond wild stories of their antics, amazing heists and unspeakable terrors fading off into silence, like they did in the end. How bizarre it is that the crime levels didn’t actually drop even after they were gone.



There’s something deeply wrong in Los Santos, something strange and unsettling, like a catastrophic event has knocked the whole city just slightly out of sync with the rest of the world. It’s in the way the LSPD have cabinet upon cabinet of unsolved crimes that never manage to make their way into reports, years of unacceptably unpunished offences that would bring the might of a federal investigation if only they were disclosed. In the way a startling amount of those offences resemble crimes from days long past, copycat plans following acts of a crew long buried, new targets hit with the same old flare, methods and motives impressively in-character down to the smallest details.

There are secrets in Los Santos. Things no one knows, things everyone knows, an awful, impossible, inescapable reality they’ve all been trapped within. It’s in the way unease builds and dissipates without cresting, citizens never quite recognising their own discomfort, never fully acknowledging the oddity of acting without reason, of crossing the street or averting their eyes, of taking the long way home simply because that one corner just didn’t feel right. In the way the city is beset by sudden inexplicable explosions, the way gunfire rattles without a source, the way empty streets echo with chilling laughter like the ghost of a memory, the phantom chill of a nightmare, the ceaseless loop of those who will not be laid to rest.

[!] attention

I don’t know if someone has addressed this issue here so far, but I’ve seen a lot of people on twitter talking about this. Long story short: several tags related to exo (such as #exo #powerchallenge #exol, even #chanyeol) have been locked on Instagram due to—I just assume antis because who else tbh—reporting them and claiming them to offend the community guidelines of instagram, which isn’t correct. Posts with these tags do NOT offend the guidelines. 

If you have an instagram and the time, please, report the issue to Instagram, so EXO-L and people interested in EXO can enjoy the content there again. 

You can just go to the options and scroll down, there will be a button called “report a problem”. Mention the problem (at best mention the tags that have been blocked) and explain that they do not offend the guidelines. 

Even if you’re not a fan of EXO, this isn’t about what fandom you’re in, but this is about fair competition and liberty of press and opinion. Fanart, memes, and pictures of EXO etc do not offend the guidelines, and the people who have falsely reported such tags have committed something called falsification of competition. This is a violation of rights and mustn’t be tolerated. So please, again, report the issue to Instagram if you can, you’d help that this issue will resolve! 


(PS: for the sake of this being seen by a broader audience I’ll use tags unrelated to exo, too. I want to apologise for that!

PPS: it would be great if you shared this so more people can help! Thank you!)

anonymous asked:

Possible Hiveswap spoilers, so only read this after you've finished playing I guess, But what do you think about the fact that Dammek has a camera in Xefros' room? Like, what the fuck?

I’ve been seeing a lot of discourse about Dammek already so I’m glad I got this ask, haha.

I mean. It’s obviously, transparently fucked up? We know it, the narrative knows it, Joey knows it and loudly screams about it.
Dammek’s treatment of Xefros isn’t on the up and up.

This, by the way, makes perfect sense to me in a way. I don’t think this means Dammek doesn’t CARE about Xefros–I’m sure, after all, that Pa cares about Jude and Joey.
But caring alone does not make healthy relationships. 

On a related note, Xefros has numerous references to being a Page–I’ll be making a post compiling those soon–and Pages have a recurring motif of getting pushed around and “helped” by friends who care but overstep boundaries. To me, Dammek seems like an extension of the trend–the Vriska to Xefros’ Tavros, or the Dirk/AR to his Jake, so to speak.

What their relationship will specifically look like and how it will grow and evolve, of course, is still an open question. Which gets to the heart of how I feel on the matter:

I’m seeing a lot of people say they HATE Dammek now or he’s TERRIBLE and PROBLEMATIC or whatever at this point, and that seems like…really really jumping the gun to me?
It plain old doesn’t make much sense to build up all this outrage at a character whose flaws we’re learning about here, BEFORE HE’S EVEN INTRODUCED. 

Yes, Dammek is transparently, indisputably being an asshole. Dammek is also one of the protagonists of this duology, who will get at least four acts to grow and develop from the point where he’s being introduced. Obviously this is going to be a character trait that Dammek will have to grapple with and overcome one way or another, because that’s what good stories do: Introduce characters with flaws and challenges, put them through conflicts, and have them overcome them.

Especially since it’s not even like Dammek is like Vriska. There is legitimately and truly no future for either Xefros or Dammek that either of them want to be a part of unless Dammek succeeds at his wild ambitions, and he’s living in a fascist totalitarian hellscape, so there’s pretty good grounds for him to be as paranoid and intense as he is. Not to mention that he’s doing that while being…you know, a damn kid? 

We’re talking about a narrative where it’s altogether likely that literal genocidal maniac TRIZZA TETHIS will be redeemed, given she’s completely and utterly doomed by the system and timeline she’s in, so that people are SO pissed at Dammek for…being KIND OF A SHITTY DOUCHE at, what, 15? is…short-sighted, frankly. 

Can’t we focus on how nice it is that Xefros and Joey’s new friendship is already helping Xefros come out of that mindset? Can’t we look forward to character growth instead of being really really angry about INTRODUCTORY CHARACTER TRAITS? 

So like yeah I think it’s good to keep in mind that Dammek and Xefros aren’t the rosy best buds fanon imagined them to be. But spurring a bunch of outrage or w.e is just going to make the fandom really insufferable to deal with when they inevitably reconcile or come to new terms of behavior later, as with Dirk and Jake. I am begging to the spirits above we can avoid that grisly fate.

But can we avoid fandom’s deadly addiction to outrage points? Alas, likely not. 

PS: Relatedly, I have never seen a guy be more friendzoned than Xefros blushing on that deercat in my goddamn life. The fact that people are apparently complaining that that was ‘hetbait’ is hilarious, because Joey was the one with all the gay coding in this game, and she did NOT look interested that way. Just thought I’d say that too while I’m here.