unlikely stories

story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

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I just got off the phone with my mother, so get ready for another installment of Weird Tales From Rural Massachusetts:

So the neighbors with a pig farm have apparently had a LARGE SCALE escape, because there is “a big herd” of pigs roaming loose in the back woods. My mother discovered this while walking her dog, who promptly stampeded the entire herd into the local brewery tasting room’s parking lot (presumably to the dismay of their customers and staff).

The unsupervised pigs are a problem because A) pigs are BIG, can be aggressive, and do massive ecological damage, and B) my parents’ property is going to be part of a local charity hike next week, which means 30-50 unsuspecting hikers will be walking through what is now Sovereign Pig Territory. Also, one pig died, so there’s a Carcass Problem (that the local coyotes are not taking care of quickly enough) as well as the hazards posed by its living relatives.

my mother has called the farm, which has had no result (aside from a different neighbor showing up to butcher some sides of bacon off the Problematic Carcass), and has therefore had to contact the hike organizers and be like “so we have a problem you should maybe warn people about……”

anonymous asked:

How do you make sure an unlikely relationship has enough chemistry to work out?

Oh, oh, good question! So firstly, I have never had a relationship to relate to on this topic, but I’ll see what I can do from what I’ve read (and written). I’ll see what I can do!

Opposites don’t always attract. You know that saying? Yeah, well that isn’t always the case in these sort of relationships. More often than not, an ‘unlikely’ relationship is due to the characters being too similar and it’s as simple as having dominating traits in common. These can be as simple as competitiveness or as complex as having committed a similar crime to one another and being adamant on not being behind bars. Stubbornness is probably the most common trait in these situations- keep that in mind, it comes in handy!

Affection is rare. Okay, okay, okay, don’t get mad, but relationships like this aren’t normally the fluffy-adorable ones. Instead, try replacing your ‘fluff’ moments with gifts or them doing something they don’t normally do together. They probably will be fluffy one day, but at the beginning, keep it simple. Let them be awkward and stubborn and continuously fighting for the upper-hand.

Fights are common. Always. What does stubbornness usually lead to? Fights, of course. This seems rather self-explanatory, but it will link into our next point. Your main scenes with your characters will probably be murderous glares and endless yelling, so don’t let it get repetitive. Have one side throw a threat into the mix and the other to bring in someone they love. Have your characters fighting over the dinner table the first their parents meet. Have them both fighting with a neighbour who accidentally ran over their cat. They don’t always have to be fighting against one another- however, more often than not, they are on opposite sides.

All is better with a little make-up *sex*. Or whatever you want, but normally it’s sex for these sort of characters. They don’t get over things easily and that’s normally how fights end. The next morning is usually filled with instant regret from both sides. Honestly, it doesn’t have to be sex, it can be whatever your characters like. The sex-card after a fight is probably no.1 on the list of cliche-end-of-fight-scenes. So change it up! How do their fights usually end? The moment their fight ends differently from usual, is normally the turning point in stories- the moment one might realise they’re slightly falling for the other…

They do like each other, they’re just struggling to express it without being vulnerable. The vulnerability of your characters is key. Yes, they are sensitive, but in their own way. Normally, characters like these would rather die than let their guard down- keep it in mind! Their relationship is almost a fight to see who can last the longest without showing their vulnerability, but it’s inevitable that one of them will crack- that is the turning point of the story. Their feelings for one another need to be made obvious to the reader, but also need to be hidden from one another. In this scenario, I would suggest writing in third person.

Lastly- make your reader root for them. There is nothing worse than having an on-again-off-again couple that no one roots for. Make your reader jealous of the relationship! You want your reader to believe that their enemies, but subtly drop hints of how they feel about each other- don’t have them confess their love immediately, like I said previously.

I hope that *sort of* helped! Message me if you’d like some more help and I’ll see what I can do. Thanks for the ask and I hope you’re all well, good luck! Lots of love from Yasmine xox

Clueless (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @angustdissin. Hope you like it!

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Roommate! Jungkook, smut and fluff

Warnings: Slightly Dom!Jungkook

Word count: 7,469 words


You were greeted with the sound of the TV blaring from the living room when you opened the front door of your house. Although he couldn’t see or hear you, it didn’t stop you from letting out a small sigh accompanied with a smile to yourself as you untied your sneakers and put them away neatly on the shoe rack. The thick white socks you wore made your steps quiet.

As you padded into the house, you weren’t surprised to find your roommate sprawled on the floor with his back leaning against the lower half of the couch and his long legs stretched carelessly under the coffee table. He was staring at the show playing on his laptop on the table but you weren’t sure if he was really paying attention to it. At first you opened your mouth to check if he needed a call back to Earth, then you saw the gaggle of men and women sprinting across the screen and gasped.

“JUNGKOOK! How could you?!”

Your shriek of righteous indignation caused him to jump in surprise, knocking his leg against the table. He turned around, scowling at you while rubbing his palm over the injured spot. “Ow! What the hell?”

“You’re watching Survivor without me!” The accident didn’t matter to you, actually it was well deserved in your opinion for jumping the gun instead of waiting for you to come home.

“Oh,” he said, glancing at the computer screen for a split second before turning back to you. At least he had the decency to look and sound sheepish. “Sorry. I was trying to distract myself and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“How come you’re home so early, anyway?” You asked as you sat down on the couch next to where he was sitting on the floor. It wasn’t unusual, but you wanted to know what happened, as usual. Jungkook and you told each other pretty much everything. “Did she kick your loser ass out of her house?”

Jungkook snorted derisively, then paused to look up at you. “Maybe.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at his cryptic answer. Taking in the sight of him, long, muscly and handsome, one of his forearms propped up on a bent knee, looking cool as cucumber, you had a hard time believing any girl would kick him out of her house. Opening your mouth, you started to question this unlikely story but he cut you off before you could even utter a single syllable.

“Come on, let’s get ice-cream and pick up some snacks to munch on while we watch this,” he paused the show, stood up and offered a hand to you. The mention of ice-cream immediately distracted you from further interrogation and you placed your hand in his to allow him to pull you up.

“I still can’t believe you watched without me,” you muttered as you snatched your purse and followed him out the door.

A bark of laughter escaped from him and he clapped his arm around your shoulder. His knuckle grinding against the side of your head was teasing but it made you huff and squirm out of his grasp irritatedly. “I thought you’ve watched season twenty before.”

“Just because we’re rewatching them doesn’t mean that I appreciate you playing it without me,” you retorted. “We were supposed to see the whole thing together!”

“Relax, we can just replay that episode from the beginning,” he assured you. “I couldn’t pay attention to any of it anyway.”

After grabbing some chips from the convenience store and an ice-cream cone each from the ice-cream shop, the two of you took a relaxed stroll home. Your raspberry ice-cream was almost gone and you were eyeing Jungkook’s half-eaten one. He was quick to notice the longing look on your face and put on a show of slurping his dessert extra loudly with a smirk, just to annoy you. Catching yourself, you threw him a dirty look and fished for a topic to distract yourself from your sweet tooth impulses.

“So, what happened on the date? I thought you wouldn’t come home tonight. Either that or I have to put my headphones on full blast,” you grinned and elbowed him in attempt to make light on the situation. An eye roll told you that it failed to amuse him.

“The date was okay,” he shrugged. “I’d just rather spend the night finishing of this season is all.”

You wondered if the date really went well or if he got rejected and was too embarrassed to admit it. There was no reason for a young man like Jungkook to turn down the prospect of sex for a rerun of Survivor, no matter how good the show was. “Did she… not enjoy the date?” The question was far from tactful but sensitivity had never been your forte. It was a mark of impressive self-restraint on your part not to have asked him this before. The sad truth was Jungkook had never returned home late from a date. You never had to turn your headphones on full volume either.

Jungkook popped the last bite of the ice-cream cone into his mouth, munching slowly as he thought of an answer. “Maybe.” Another obscure response. You concluded that the date, like his previous dates with scores of other girls, was a failure and that he didn’t want to talk about it so you decided not to press the matter. When you brought around a change of topic, he seemed glad for the respite and participated in the new discussion with more vigour.

However, as you watched the contestants jumping in each others’ throats at the Tribal Council later, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about Jungkook’s dating life. It was incomprehensible that such a handsome, smart guy like your roommate to never have a successful date. At first you thought it was because Jungkook was picky, but when you asked him about the girls he went out with, he had nothing but good things to say about them. It couldn’t be that he had a bad personality either. You knew there were girls who would put up with class A jerks just because they were as good-looking and popular as Jungkook was.

On the contrary, Jungkook is a great guy. He was thoughtful, well-mannered and funny. You always found him to be good company. So why was it that for the time that you’d known him, he had never been a relationship or even went out with the same girl more than once?

“Do you pay for the girl’s share of the meal when you go out?” You asked suddenly.

Instead of answering, he tapped your shoulder gently with the hand that was resting on you, acknowledging that he’d heard you say something but was too preoccupied to answer. You forced yourself to focus on the screen. One of the contestants just dropped an unexpected bomb and Jeff, the host was expressing his surprise. When a man stood to cast the first vote, Jungkook used the arm that he had wrapped around your shoulders to squeeze you in apology and shifted his attention to you. “Sorry. What did you say?”

The brief window had given you the opportunity to second guess your decision to bring up the subject again, but you forged ahead anyway. “When you go on a date, do you pay for the girl’s meal?” You repeated.

“Mm-hmm,” he answered noncommittally.

“Did things get… awkward?” You continued, trying to pinpoint the problem.

“Not as awkward as you’re being right now.” His teasing earned him an elbow in the ribs.

“I’m serious, Jeon,” you admonished him.

Sighing softly, he returned, “Why do you care, anyway? It’s not as if you have a boyfriend. Shouldn’t you worry about yourself first?”

Had the statement come from anyone else, it might have been offensive, but this was Jungkook. His gentle tone and impassive face told you that there was no vicious intent behind them. You couldn’t tell him the real reason why you were concerned though. Not when you couldn’t even admit it to yourself. You’d had a crush on him ever since you moved in. However, you were too cowardly to voice it out loud, afraid that it would make things awkward between you. The thought of rejection was too scary and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him, afraid to lose the comfort that he provided, the confidant you trusted and the companion you had when you were at here at home.

“You know I’m too busy to date.” That much was true. Juggling studies with a job was tough and tiring. All you wanted to do when you had any free time was just relax at home, so it didn’t give you many opportunities to meet new people. Besides, you had all the companion that you wanted in Jungkook, although that might change if he actually got a girlfriend. Even though the prospect of him dating someone else was daunting, you wanted it to happen, partly because you wanted him to be happy, but mostly because you hoped that if he was unavailable you would stop pining over him and move on. “I just care about you, that’s all.”

His expression remained inscrutable and no words came out of his mouth, so you went on, “Do you think you might have said or talked about something inappropriate or upset them in some way?”

Apparently he thought that the reading of the votes was more interesting than the subject at hand, because he turned his attention back to the screen. “They never said anything, so how would I know if I’d offended them?”

“True…” you said softly, prepared to digress and enjoy the rest of the show.

“Maybe you should teach me how to date properly,” the words came out in a mumble but you caught them. Thinking that it was a joke, you giggled and agreed. “Maybe I should, you hopeless boy!”

Suddenly he leaned forward to tap the space bar on the laptop to pause the video, jostling you out of the comfortable cuddle you two were in. “Will you let me take you out on a date, then?”

“What?” Eyes wide at the abrupt turn of events, you sputtered. “I - ah -”

“You’re free this weekend, aren’t you?”

You nodded mutely. Your weekends were always free, reserved for completing assignments and getting some highly-necessary resting time, and Jungkook knew this so there was no use pretending you had something better to do.

“Saturday it is, then,” he said. Satisfied that he had settled the matter, he put the video on play and gathered you back into his arms. The next few episodes you watched were a blur. You couldn’t believe what had just happened - Jungkook had asked you out on a date. A practice date, but still. Tilting your head up ever so slightly, you cast a glance at him. His eyes were trained on the moving images in front of him and you sincerely hoped that he didn’t notice your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest.

It was funny how time flew when you were anxious about something. In no time at all, the entire week passed by and it was almost Saturday noon. You had woken up at the crack of dawn and was too nervous to go back to sleep, so you had lain on your bed for hours until you heard Jungkook moving about his room. The sounds stirred you to traipse into the bathroom and take a shower before fixing some sandwiches to tide both of you over since he said he would be taking you out to dinner after your day out.

The destination of your date had been kept a secret from you so you were now standing in front of your mirror holding up clothes to your body, wondering what to wear. The entire contents of your wardrobe covered your bed but you still couldn’t decide on an outfit. He had said that it was casual, but you were unsure of how much effort you should put into this. It wasn’t a real date after all, you were just going out to see what he had been doing wrong during his numerous dates and perhaps offer him some advice. You didn’t want to look too eager. Still, a part of you wanted to look nice. It had been a long time since you went out on a date, and even though it was a pretend one, it couldn’t hurt to look the part.

Stepping out of your room, you found that Jungkook was already waiting for you. He was sitting on the couch, facing away but when he heard your door open, he turned around and the way the beautiful features of his face rearranged themselves told you that the effort you had put in was worth it.

You had slipped on a simple white dress with flowery lace lining the edges. Your hair wasn’t worn in the serviceable ponytail or the comfortable bun he was used to seeing, but was free, curling loosely down your back. The makeup you had put on was simple and minimal, but considering that you rarely wore any, you knew that it made a marked difference to your usual simple getup. Jungkook’s eyes traveled up and down, taking in your appearance in silent awe.

“Too much?” You asked, nervously fingering the bottom of your dress. He quickly shook his head.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly. His smile was returned with a tentative one of your own as you breathed more easily.

The moment was almost magical, both you and Jungkook were too absorbed in it to speak. He looked good, but he always did. He was wearing one of his nicer shirts paired with a pair of dark blue jeans, and his brown hair was combed neatly, his fringe covering most of his forehead. Then he spoke and broke the spell. “Shall we go then?”

For the first time, an awkward silence loomed over you and Jungkook as he drove his car towards the mysterious destination. Conversations, both silly and serious had never failed to flow between the two of you, but that was when you were friends and roommates just hanging out. It was funny how a different mindset changed all that.

Your fears soon proved to be unfounded though. Jungkook asked about the professor teaching one of your classes that he had taken the previous year and it broke the ice. The strict and boring professor had been thoroughly abused by the time Jungkook slid his hands along the steering wheel to park the car in reverse. In fact, you enjoyed gossiping about him so much that you didn’t notice that he had brought you to the aquarium that you had been dying to go to. Your head swiveled to look excitedly at him only to find that he was already grinning at you, happy to see your reaction.

“You remembered!” You exclaimed, impressed. Your desire to visit was only mentioned once in passing so you never expected him to remember.

He chuckled triumphantly. “Come on.”

You were surprised to find out that he had already purchased the tickets beforehand. A short argument broke out because he refused to accept your offer to pay for your ticket but he insisted, and you decided to let him have this one.

The aquarium was absolutely amazing. You couldn’t help ooh-ing and aah-ing over the sharks and stingrays swimming in the water underneath your white wedges, marveling at the stunning display of colourful corals between which smaller fishes darted. Jungkook pointed out Nemo and Dory, making the two of you giggle as you watched the bright fishes move among the coral reefs.

“Isn’t it mind-boggling to see a whole ecosystem in here?” he whispered almost reverently, staring at the brilliant array of underwater creatures in various sizes that gave the impression of colourful moving stars on a backdrop of a beautiful deep blue sky. You nodded, your head angled upwards to drink in the display of the underwater walk-through tunnel. No further words were needed to complete the moment. It felt like time stood still, neither of you moving until you finally pulled yourself out of your reverie to turn sideways to look at Jungkook.

He had an amused smile on his face when you caught him staring at you. Apparently he had been watching you enjoy the exhibit and was waiting for you to decide to move on. You flushed at the thought of him inwardly laughing at your open-mouthed gawking at the show. Clearing your throat, you said, “Ahem - should we move on?”

Turning around the corner to the next part of the exhibit had you squealing in delight when you laid your eyes upon black and white penguins. Rushing forward, you realised that you were dragging Jungkook by the hand and looked down in surprise. Since when did you start holding hands? You would never have had the guts to reach out for his hand, yet you couldn’t recall him taking yours either. It felt so natural that you didn’t notice it.

Following your gaze down to your joined limbs, Jungkook said casually, “What? Isn’t it normal to be holding hands on a date?”

“Yeah…” You agreed, but your voice trailed off. You could hardly believe that you were holding hands with Jungkook. Sure, you had cuddled with him lounging on the couch while you watched the tube, but that was more of a good friends-roommate thing. Somehow this was more intimate. Sensing your hesitation, he interlaced his fingers with yours, engulfing your hand in his big one in a more secure hold, as if unwilling to let you take it back.

Before you could comment on it, he had pulled you forward to gush at the African penguins. The waddling penguins thrilled you enough to allow you to recover from the shock, but his skin felt a little too warm against your palm. You suddenly were much too worried that he could feel it getting sweaty from nervousness to fully appreciate the effort that had been put into the tank to mimic the penguins’ natural environment. It got even worse when Jungkook leaned down to point out a pair of birds grooming each other in a nest box. His breathy laughter blowing in your ear sent electrifying chills down your spine but you pretended that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t having heart palpitations from close contact with your roommate in a middle of a public place.

The rest of the visit passed by in a blur. All you could think about was the way he made your heart beat fast and that you never wanted this day to end. When you got back from a bathroom break, he even bought a beautiful blue dolphin key chain for you, one to match the red one he got for himself. Upon closer inspection, a grain of rice floated in the blue liquid. The small white grain bore your name in minuscule writing, magnified by the fluid. “This is cool!” You exclaimed.

“Isn’t it?” He gushed, pleased that you were happy with the souvenir. You’d never seen him beam with such happiness that it flustered you. When he led you to the gorgeous aquarium restaurant, you barely took notice of the beautiful setting of the pristine white tables surrounded by an enormous tank teeming with aquatic life. The food was delicious but completely wasted on you as you tried to marshal all the concentration you could muster to keep up with the conversation. You must have done a good job because he seemed none the wiser, chatting about everything from studies to work to the great exhibits at the aquarium.

Any semblance of normalcy only returned to you when Jungkook called for the check. You had graciously let him pay for the entrance fee, so you absolutely refused to allow him to pay for dinner as well. A place such as this was undoubtedly expensive. Unfortunately, when the waiter returned, the check was given to Jungkook, who resolutely kept the slim black checkbook away from you. The aggravating man quickly slipped in his card into the fold and handed it back to the waiter before you could even say a word, grinning to himself over his success at paying for the whole thing.

“Why didn’t you let me pay?” You fumed. “I should’ve gotten that, you already paid for our tickets!”

“Weren’t you the one who told me that the guy should pay on a date?” He sniggered.

“Well, yes, either that or go dutch if the girl is uncomfortable with you paying,” you grudgingly agreed. “But this isn’t a real date!”

His laughter died at once, sunny expression giving way to hurt marring his gorgeous face. “Not a real date?”

Your hands toyed with the napkin in your lap, nervousness amped back up at his reaction. “Isn’t this supposed to be a practice date so we can figure out what you’re doing wrong?”

“Right,” he mumbled, accepting the receipt when the waiter came back with it.

The abrupt change in his demeanour was befuddling to you. The air became so thick with confusing tension that you felt guilty for an unknown reason, enough so that your intention of paying for the meal completely disappeared from your mind. Desperate to make things right, you fumbled for something to talk about and luckily Jungkook followed your cue. Easy conversation revolving around unimportant topics filled the drive home and at the end of the ride, the atmosphere was as light as it was before you committed that faux pas.

You’d never gone out on a date and return home with said date without having sex though. When you saw him pause after taking off his shoes, you knew that he was thinking of the same thing. The two of you stood near the entryway of your home, both unsure of what to do or say. Then the absurdity of the situation hit you.

“I know I’m supposed to be the one giving pointers today, but… what do people usually do at the end of a date?” You chuckled, completely forgetting that it was you who said that it wasn’t a date earlier.

Jungkook flashed you his signature shy smile that never failed to cause your heart to do a backflip. “I guess they say goodnight,” he shrugged.

“So…” You started, but you didn’t want to finish. Truthfully, you never wanted this to end. Even though you had said otherwise, it was the only date you’d have with Jungkook, and you wanted to prolong it for as long as you could.

“So…” He continued, moving forward and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Goodnight.” But neither of you moved.

Taking a deep breath as if steeling himself, he closed the remaining distance. The hand that was on your shoulder slid against your skin up your neck to cup the side of your face as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss was hesitant, just a gentle pressure applied behind his lips, giving you the choice of pulling away if the advance was unwanted. Contrary to his belief, you never wanted anything more. The shock at him finally kissing you, something that you’d only daydreamed about wore off extremely quickly. Resting your palms on his hard chest for balance, you tiptoed on the balls of your feet to kiss him back.

Upon sensing your reciprocation, Jungkook immediately deepened the kiss. His other hand cradled the back of your neck to tilt your head so he could crush his lips against yours roughly. His tongue traveled the line between your lips, a silent request for access, and it darted into your mouth the moment you acquiesced. Leisurely he explored your mouth, his tongue twirling with yours in a sloppy dance. A moan formed in the back of your throat as you felt heat starting to pool between your legs.

Then your eyes flew open. You couldn’t do this. If this continued, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from jumping his bones. Where would you hide your face after he rejects you? For all you knew, you could have already made things awkward between you, and you didn’t want to incur further damage, so with great effort, you pulled away from him.

“Good - goodnight,” you panted, extricating yourself from him and running into your bedroom, closing the door behind you before he could say another word.

You leaned against the back of the door, still breathing heavily, and tried to regain your bearings. What had just happened? That was the best kiss you’d ever had your entire life. It was unbelievable that one kiss had managed to arouse you so much that you knew your panties were soaked through without even checking. You pushed yourself off the support of the door and sat on the bed, burying your face in your hands and groaning.

Jungkook was just casually kissing you goodnight, wasn’t he? Why did you have to go and make it all hot and bothered? Now things were going to be so weird with him. Even if by some miracle, your friendship wasn’t ruined, how would you be able to handle him having a girlfriend? Just the thought of another girl being the recipient of that burning, passionate kiss, having him hold her hand, even being the reason for his small smile was already making your gut twist into a painful knot.

That can be dealt with later, you thought. The most important thing was to salvage your friendship. You couldn’t let him know that you were nursing a crush on him, although now you were sure that it had progressed far past that stage. He might distance himself from you because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by not returning them. You’d rather be hurt than be deprived of his company, even as a friend.

Making up your mind, you reached for your phone and scrolled through the contacts. You found the phone number of your classmate who had been begging for you to set her up with Jungkook. Before this, you were reluctant because you were secretly afraid that she and Jungkook would hit it off, but there was no help for it now. This was the best way to prove to him that the whole thing meant nothing to you.

The next morning found you grumpy but resolute. Jungkook has risen earlier than you did, as he usually did on Sundays so he could go on his morning run. He had already taken a shower and was munching on cereal at the dining table when you emerged from your room.

“Good morning,” you said, relieved that your voice came out sounding normal.

“Morning,” he returned, but his attention was still on the phone in his left hand. It didn’t deter you though.

“Listen,” you began, sitting on the chair opposite him, “There’s a friend of mine from class, Elly, she’s cute and really nice, and she’s been asking me to introduce her to you. What do you think?”

Finally, he looked up at you, his eyebrows raised. A moment later, his expression had become inscrutable and his eyes were trained on his phone again as he said, “Sure. Just give her my number, if you want.”

“Great,” you exclaimed with false enthusiasm. While you sent his number to your friend, he shoveled the rest of his breakfast into his mouth, got up to wash the dishes and walked out without saying another word. You didn’t think too much of it until he turned up just before noon to announce that he was going out on a date with Elly.

“That was quick,” you commented, trying to hide your surprise even as you felt your heart grow heavy as if it was filled with lead.

“No sense in waiting,” he shrugged. He was in and out of his bedroom in less than thirty minutes, but you noticed that he looked and smelled as nice as he did when he went out with you yesterday. It made you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from frowning.

You desperately wanted not to care about his date, but here you were, still sitting in front of the TV watching a drama that you had never seen before. Since you hadn’t watched the previous episodes, nothing made sense but you couldn’t bring yourself to go into your room to do something that was probably more productive. You needed to know how the date turned out, even if you had to wait until tomorrow morning, although you prayed that it would not take that long.

Your prayers were answered when he returned not long after sunset. Although your heart lightened at the possibility that nothing too intimate had happened, you couldn’t help calling out to him, “Back so soon?” Right after you heard the front door bang shut.

“Yeah.” He was lingering near the doorway, presumably taking off his shoes.

“How did it go?”

“Okay,” he answered shortly as he marched into his room. The door closed with a final click.

You pouted, even though there was no one around to see it. Why was he in such a foul mood? He had never disregarded you like that before. Did the date turn out badly? It couldn’t have been his doing. If yesterday was any indication, Jungkook knew how to treat a girl well. Was it your friend who was at fault, then?

For the first time after hours of sitting on the couch, you got up to your bedroom to call her. She picked up within the first three rings.

“Hi Elly,” you said, wondering how you could go about this without being suspicious. “Jungkook just got back. Did everything go well? I didn’t expect him back so early.”

“It was okay, I guess,” she said in a similar manner to Jungkook’s. Then she sighed heavily. “Actually I asked him if he wanted to go back to my place but he said no. To be honest, the whole time he didn’t seem to be interested at all. Maybe he’s just not ready for a relationship. Or anything casual, even. I did make it clear that I didn’t mind not being exclusive or anything. Do you think it was me?”

After reassuring her that she wasn’t at fault, you headed to Jungkook’s bedroom. Your head was spinning but you needed to get to the bottom of this. The door opened to a very astonished Jungkook. The two of you spent most of your waking hours in the house in the living room together, but you rarely bothered each other once you were in your bedrooms. It was an unspoken agreement that your own rooms were your sanctuary; your private space.

“Can we talk?” You asked nicely, not wanting to sound confrontational right off the bat.

“Of course,” he said, stepping aside so you could enter. He gestured you to sit on the chair by his desk whereas he sat on the edge of his bed.

“I just talked to Elly,” you decided to dive right in. “She said that you didn’t seem to be interested in her, or any part of the date. Was there something wrong with her?”

“She said that, huh,” he chortled, but there was no humour behind it. “I didn’t realise that I had been so obvious all this time.”

“What do you mean?”

“The reason I didn’t seem interested was probably because I wasn’t.”

You were confused. If he didn’t want to date, why did he go on so many? “You’re not interested in dating, or is it Elly? She’s a great girl.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Elly,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I am interested in dating.”

He was still being as cryptic as ever and your patience was wearing thin. “Jungkook, can you just cut the bullshit and tell me what the problem is? It’s clearly not your dating skills, or the girls you’ve been going out with.”

“You want me to be clear? Fine, I’ll be clear with you.” His expression had turned dark and moody. “I want to date, but the only person I’m interested in dating is you, okay?”

He couldn’t have been more clearer than that, but his statement had you dumbfounded. “Me? But - I thought - why didn’t you tell me before?”

His sigh was heartfelt. “You don’t seem interested in me, and I was afraid of jeopardising our friendship. Do you know how hard it was for me to finally ask you out that night? I used a stupid excuse to ask, but I did. It really hurt when you said that it wasn’t a real date.”

“I’m sorry,” you said remorsefully. How were you to explain that you did it to protect yourself? Even now when he was pouring his heart out, you were scared. It seemed too good to be true.

He continued as if you hadn’t said anything. “Then there was that kiss… it was amazing. You kissed me back, and I wanted it to be more, so much more, but you practically ran away from me. Then this morning you were so quick to set me up with your friend. If that wasn’t a clear rejection, what was?” Again, he emitted that hollow laugh. “Look, just forget that I said all this okay? I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

“Jungkook, you got it all wrong.” He had been honest with you. It was your turn to be forthcoming with your own feelings, especially now that you know that he felt the same way. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first day I met you. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. I had no idea that you like me. Come on, a guy like you with someone like me?” You snorted.

The genuinely bewildered look on Jungkook’s face was absolutely adorable. “What do you mean, someone like you? You’re perfect.” Before you could argue, he asked, “If you like me, then why do you push me to go on dates? Why are you so determined for them to be successful?”

“Because I hoped that if you’re with someone else I could forget about you,” you admitted in a small voice.

“So all this time, we’ve liked each other but both of us were too stupid to say anything?” He asked incredulously.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we?” You laughed. You had never felt so light and giddy. The person you had a crush on, who had become such an important person to you, actually felt the same way you did!

“Come here,” he commanded, and you walked the few steps towards him. When you got close enough, he grabbed your hand and pulled you downwards so that you fell into his lap with a squeal. His face was so close to yours that you could feel puffs of warm air hit your face as his breathing accelerated. You could feel your own pulse beat irregularly from the anticipation. “Let’s promise never to keep things from each other again, okay?”

You grinned and nodded your agreement. If only you’d known how he felt… you wanted to lament over lost time, but that was pointless and the important thing was you knew now. Did he ever look at me so lovingly before? You wondered, gazing back at him as he tenderly brushed away a strand of stray hair, tucking it behind your ear. The same hand rested on the back of your head to push you to meet his lips. The kiss was not hesitant as the previous one was. It was hungry, passionate, his arms circling around you to hold you tightly in his arms as he bruised your lips.

You’d never known that he was this assertive and rough before. The Jungkook you knew was considerate, soft and very gentle. It was as though you were discovering a whole new side of him; the Jungkook who had kept his feelings from you for almost a year for the sake of your friendship. Along with this revelation, you also found out something about yourself: you had always loved the roommate you’d known for months, but this Jungkook drove you crazy. You returned the kiss with equal fervor, and the more you moaned, the more insistent he became.

However, you wanted more of him. You wanted all of him. So you broke the kiss, ignoring his protests and pulled his shirt off. Sinking to your knees, you tugged on his grey sweatpants and he raised his hips obligingly to let you pull it down with his boxers, having caught on. His painfully hard erection almost hit your face as it burst free of its confines. It had been a while since you had sex and the sight intimidated you at first, but you grabbed the base with your fist. Your hand looked small wrapped around the throbbing shaft, the end of which oozed with precum, and your tongue darted out to flick it into your mouth. Above you, Jungkook hissed and raked his fingers through your hair. Taking the hint, you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock until you reached the head, swirling all over the reddened tip.

The fingers in your hair tensed. You looked up at him and smirked at the mess that you’d reduced him to. Under his hooded lids, his brown eyes had blown dark with lust. He was looking at you like a starved hyena, and it shot arrows of hunger right down to your lower region. Never taking your eyes off of his, you took him into your mouth, slowly descending upon his length until you’d swallowed all of him. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you fought the gag reflex but you held your ground. You kept still but you swallowed several times around him, making him groan at the sensation before you pulled yourself back, gasping for air.

After recovering a little, you started to bob your head up and down his cock. Your hand pumped from the base to meet your lips. Humming against his length, you enjoyed his moans as the vibrations heightened the sensation. Every once in a while you broke the rhythm by taking him whole inside your mouth like you did at first. Then you retreated to suck hard on the head, allowing your fist to twist lightly as you pumped his cock. You could hear him snarl just before he tugged you off of him completely.

“Don’t you think you’re being unfair, you little tease?” His voice had grown coarse and gravelly with the prolonged stimulation, but it only served to arouse you more. He yanked you off the floor, throwing you onto the bed and made quick work of the little clothes you wore. In no time, your nightshirt, bra and panties had joined his clothes on the floor and you were completely bare before him. His lips met yours briefly before it trailed down your neck to your chest. You could feel his wet tongue circling your nipple while his fingers toyed with the other one, teasing them into hardened peaks. Satisfied with his work, he blew lightly on the sensitive tips, making you mewl before he moved further down.

Your legs were pressed tightly together, reluctant to show him just how wet he had gotten you, but he was having none of it. He pried them open to stare at your soaked core. “You’re dripping onto the sheets,” he commented with satisfaction, his strong hands keeping your legs spread when you tried to close them in mortification. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help you clean this up, hmm?”

Boyfriend? You didn’t get a chance to question him because he dipped his head between your legs and robbed you of any coherent speech. His tongue licked strips up your slit, lapping up your juices, and it was your turn to tug on his dark brown hair as he explored your folds with his tongue. The rough pads of his thumb flicked over your clit repeatedly, bringing you towards an orgasm with every lightning speed movement. All thoughts of dignity completely forgotten, you pressed him into your mound with your hands even as your hips angled upwards to ride his face. He didn’t complain, simply groaning with gratification at hearing his name fall from your lips as you came undone, a rush of liquid gushing out into his mouth.

You were still dazed when he picked you up to move you with him further up the bed. Depositing you onto the pillows, he hovered over you, enjoying your frazzled, contented appearance. He kissed you again, pulling at your swollen bottom lip between his teeth as his fingers made their way back to your pussy. You squirmed from over sensitivity but he was relentless. Two long fingers slipped into your slick heat and he started finger fucking you roughly. The discomfort from being overstimulated soon gave way to mounting pressure and you felt another coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. You couldn’t pull away, not from his kiss, not from his hands, in fact, you clutched onto his muscled arms and your legs wrapped around his back, bringing him even closer to you.

Any call for him was swallowed by his mouth as you burst for the second time around his fingers. He kept them moving, helping you ride your orgasm to completion, letting you hold onto him for support as you shook beneath him. Breaking the kiss, he looked into your bleary eyes, and you felt the hard, engorged tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. “You’re so mean,” You whispered, but lifted your head up to engage him in another kiss, giving him permission to slowly enter you.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he breathed against your lips when he’d bottomed out inside you. Incapable of any words, you moaned in agreement. You had never felt so good, and it only got better once he started moving. Gradually, he built up the pace until he was plowing into you hard, the sound of his hips slapping against yours accompanied the moans and groans that filled his bedroom. His thrusts grew so forceful that he had to hold onto your waist to keep you in place.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and your eyes opened to see him looking down at you. His gaze was so intense that you turned your head to the side to avoid the burning eyes that were piercing into your soul, but he grabbed your chin to make you face him again. “No, don’t you dare look away. I want you to look at me as I fuck you to oblivion.” You squealed as his dirty words were punctuated with a sharp snap of his hips into you, making you close your eyes before a growl reminded you of his command and you opened them again.

He was pushing you towards the edge again embarrassingly quickly, but you didn’t care. His pink lips muttered your name over and over again as his thrusts became more sporadic, telling you that he was getting close himself. “Jungkook,” you whimpered, the impending orgasm overwhelming your whole being.

“Come for me,” he implored, his dark eyes still locked onto yours. Sweat dripped from the ends of his hair onto your cheeks from the exertion. He had never looked so beautiful. The plea caused you to topple off the cliff, screaming his name and arching your back, pressing your sensitive nipples against his broad chest, heightening the sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock as you writhed and shook violently beneath him.

Your tightening channel on his throbbing cock proved too much for him to withstand, and with several hard thrusts, he groaned loudly and slowed down. You could feel the warmth of his seed filling you up inside as he pounded a few more times into you, letting it all out before stopping completely. Short kisses followed, none too long for both of you needed to fill your lungs with air, but the thought of not kissing him was repugnant.

“Looks like you don’t have to ask me how my dates go anymore,” Jungkook said shortly afterwards as you cuddled contentedly on his bed.

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll be there to see how they go yourself, silly,” he chortled and pinched your cheek. “Y/n, you’ll be my girlfriend, won’t you?” He asked, suddenly unsure of himself.

“Of course,” you answered, tilting your head up to kiss him so he wouldn’t see your blushing face.

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LGBT+ MASTERLIST PROJECT BY ROCIO @nuevayor

Week One: TELEVISION
Week Three: BOOKS
Week Four: POETRY
Week Five: MUSIC
Week Six: COMICS
Week Seven: DOCUMENTARIES
Week Eight: PODCASTS
Week Nine: YOUTUBERS
Week Ten: HISTORY
Week Eleven: RESOURCES
Week Twelve: THANK YOU + GOODBI

Week Two: Welcome back to the LGBT+ Masterlist Project

Before I get into this week’s category I want to thank you all so much for the critical support and contributions you’ve given me since making my first masterlist on LGBT+ characters in television. These masterlists will only get better as you help me along my journey to finding more LGBT+ media. Feel free to inbox me, to suggest and add commentary to my growing list. I can’t promise I’ll edit the lists regularly (I am a tiny college student; you can imagine my stress) but I will certainly share for my followers to see. It’s all still greatly appreciated.

This week, I tried to bring down the list to be exclusive to only movies with leading and supporting LGBT+ roles. I tried to avoid movies with cis people playing trans characters, and altogether tried to avoid problematic representation, which should never go unnoticed or without criticism. Please note, I have not seen all of these movies, so I can’t be the judge of how good the representation is. This is why I welcome you to respectfully inbox me or reblog with comments. 

Thanks again to @mightyachillis for the gifset. Next week’s category: LGBT+ BOOKS

And without further ado: LGBT+ MOVIES!

  • Private Romeo (2011) - A modern gay reenactment of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.
  • Frieir Fall (2013) - The life of a father-to-be and police officer begins to fall apart after he falls for his fellow officer (played by Max Riemelt). English distribution name: Free Fall.
  • Pride (2014) - This historical comedy drama follows the true story of a group of LGBT+ activists who supported the British miners’ strike in 1984.
  • Black Swan (2010) - Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis star in this psychological thriller-horror film about a dancer who’d do just about anything to get the role of the Black Swan.
  • Mosquita y Mari (2012) - Two Mexican teenagers, Mari and Yolanda, form a strong bond as they navigate their way through high school.
  • Joven y Alocada (2012) - This Chilean film focuses on the promiscuity of Daniela and her love affair with a boy and a girl. English distribution name: Young and Wild.
  • Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho (2014) - This Brazilian film follows the coming of age story of blind teen Leonardo, his best friend, and the new boy in school with whom Leo has an immediate affinity for. English distribution name: The Way He Looks.
  • Cuatro Lunas (2014) - This Mexican film explores four different storylines: an 11-year-old tries to hide his sexuality from his family, a young man is afraid of his gay relationship being found out, another couple of gay lovers are challenged by a love triangle, and an elderly man raises money to buy services from young male prostitutes.
  • Kill Your Darlings (2013) - A dramatization of the true story of Lucien Carr (Dane DeHaan) and Allen Ginsberg (Daniel Radcliffe) of the Beat Generation.
  • Jongens (2014) - A gay teen athlete finds himself in a budding relationship with his mutually attracted relay race teammate.
  • Weekend (2011) - A romantic drama about two men who have a sexual relationship for just a weekend.
  • J’ai tué ma Mère (2009) - This Quebec film by Xavier Dolan explores the bond between mother and son. English distribution name: I Killed My Mother.
  • Les Amours Imaginaires (2010) - Another Canadian drama film directed by Xavier Dolan about two best friends who fall in love with the same man. English distribution name: Heartbeats.
  • El ultimo verano de la Boyita (2009) - In this Argentinian film, a young girl befriends a farm boy when she visits her father in the countryside. One day, she finds blood stains on the boy’s saddle and trousers. The boy, though ashamed and confused, finds comfort and safety in this newfound friendship.
  • Wet Hot American Summer (2001) - A satirical romantic comedy about the last day at a summer camp in 1981.
  • The Birdcage (1996) - A romantic comedy about an owner of a drag club in South Beach, Florida.
  • Kinky Boots (2005) - This British-American comedy drama explores the unlikely story of the owner of a dying shoe factory, who finds that making shoes for drag queens could be the niche market that saves his business.
  • The Bubble (2008) - A romantic comedy about two men who fall in love. One man is Israeli, and the other is Palestinian.
  • Out in the Dark (2012) - A similar premise to The Bubble, this drama centers around the romantic relationship between a Palestinian student and an Israeli lawyer.
  • But I’m a Cheerleader (1999) - A satirical romantic comedy staring Natasha Lyonne, who plays a cheerleader sent to a gay rehabilitation camp.

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attention: #projectNDAE

it’s come to my conclusion that everyone is perfectly bored and hungry for new content during this MID hiatus and i took a stroll through the herinteractive community message boards (because yes, they exist still) and thought of a wonderful idea

everyone i know in this fandom comes up with the most interesting and diverse headcanons for our beloved characters and i see it only fitting that you put your money where your mouth is and write an alternative ending for one of the games

i used to do this all the time when i was a cool kid on the message boards and it was super fun! you pick a game and rewrite the ending – simple as that. of course, back on the message boards there were all these rules and regulations and you couldn’t swear and do such nonsense but we are adults and this is tumblr and this time there are no rules

so yes, come one, come all, and write an alternate ending and share it with everyone else!! if we get enough people in the fandom to do it, maybe we can even give out awards and create a master post of alternate endings. pls do this it’ll be super fun. even if you’ve never written creatively before do it anyway – you can plug in all your personal headcanons and make it your own! and make sure you tag it as #projectNDAE so i can find it!! 

also i’m tagging legit everyone i know in this fandom atm to peer pressure them into doing this but if you’re not listed please know you are also being peer pressured into doing this 

@teamdoofus @thebrothershardy @elizabethmarvin @mrshenrybolet @comeherebob @ned-nerderson @professor-beatrice-hotchkiss @nedspresumablyfragilego @thehardycharm @ahorsenamedbob @amateur–detective @briefpainfulandfullofgarbage and literally everyone in the clue crew fandom

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the new HSS book has had me emo all day omfg ;_;

1. my new hss mc Parker Winn!!! she’s 15, likes retro things (music, film, aesthetics, old radios,), rock climbing (and sports, in general,) & her new friends…… (especially… a certain slacker boy… and stuco girl…) she’s a total go-getter and, tbh, ridiculous, (and has big shoes to fill ;_;)

2. idk what the book says but wes & my mc are graduating together and Happy

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@the-porcelain-doll-xo as part of Exordia Academy - a series of ongoing one shots with @kpopfanfictrash & @eradikeats-writes

Creative Content Contributors: moodboard by @everybodykpops because she’s amazing

Pairing: Reader x Kyungsoo

Rating: M - sex, language

Word Count: 3.7K

Superpower: Telepathy


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I don’t want ivor and Harper to show up at the end like “lmao what did we miss”, I want them to show up at the last minute and end up saving Jesse’s ass. Or trying.

Like she’s fighting the admin and he’s about to deliver a killing blow, but then a stone sword just starts fuckin whacking into the admin from behind, and then it pans around and it’s ivor like “OH DON’T YOU DARE HURT HER”

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Identity, Agency and the Story of Bill Potts

In her first lines on the show, Bill Potts recounts her encountering a crush of hers. Charmingly, she narrates her life. Even as she tries to get around answering the question on her lecture attendance, she’s calling us to get to know her. Her version of subterfuge is presenting an anecdote that includes her job, her love life and a brief ramble about personal philosophies, before she has to admit that none of this relates to the issue at hand. Her face and hands take us on a journey, expressive, alive.

Bill sees the world with open eyes and feels with an open heart. Like so many of the Moffat era companions, she is full of stories. Full of anecdotes, of small, shy reveals, of movie recommendations, of other people’s histories, of tiny facts and complex explanations. Her logic, too, can be seen as fundamentally story-based. Genre-savvy as she is, Bill thinks in the leaps and bounds of sci fi tales - from lizards in brains and mind wipes to jumping straight to the TARDIS-induced telepathy as an explanation for the translation she is witnessing.

It’s not that her life resembles a fairy tale or that she aspires to be its heroine. Her universe is what is is. It can be unkind, unyielding. But Bill is also willing to see a world that is stranger and more wonderful than you can imagine. She can take joy in simple things, like recognising the familiar smell of rosemary in a garden far, far away. And when given the opportunity, she is eager to experience life, eager to learn, eager to allow things in. With Bill , asking questions turns into more than a narrative tool. Instead, it becomes a beautiful building block of her characterisation. “Most people when they don’t understand something, they frown. You smile.”

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Comments on fanfics.

Let’s settle down for a minute.

I’ve had someone ask me why it made me happy to learn that they’d cried while reading something I wrote, which brings us back to the familiar topic of Why In Heck Are Comments Important To Fic Writers.

Listen. We’re not needy or annoying when we ask readers to leave a comment. We are only being human.

Ever since you were a kid, you’ve needed praise and encouragements to strive on, you’ve needed advice to go on, you’ve needed to share things that made you happy with other people.

You drew your family for the first time? Quick, let’s run to Mama to show her the drawing and hope she likes it. You finally got the hang of how to crack an egg in order to bake that cake your brother is fond of? Damn, now you’re gonna crack all the eggs and smile at each victory, and then cry when the egg shell falls in the bowl and hope dad isn’t going to be mad at you for failing. 

You think you finally did good on this math test? You did. The 10/10 in the corner of your sheet and the teacher’s smile prove that you did a good job, that you are capable, that you can do more. You hurry home and proudly show the test to your parents, or whoever else you hold dear to your heart, and bask in the praise. You are disappointed if it never comes.

You need them to acknowledge what you did. You need them to tell you that you did well, and then you need them to repeat it again. And it will motivate you to study harder, to make them prouder by doing even better on the next test.

Why? Because of simple encouragements. Because of feedback. Positive feedback makes you want to do more. It makes you want to go further, take yourself higher because now you know that you can do it.

It’s always gonna be the same in life. High school, college - you work hard on stuff, and when you do you expect to be praised for it. Hours of pouring over that essay have to become a good report card. Getting out of bed early every morning to run have to result in admiration from others. Working late hours have to make your boss notice you and offer you a raise. Because you deserve it, because you worked hard, because you need to know that your work is appreciated.

Now you’re a fanfiction writer.

You don’t get paid for writing this story. You never will. You know you will likely get very little feedback, even if you know your story is good. Yet you still sit down and write the thing. You take hours of your free time to go over what you wrote, again and again, losing sleep and gaining anxiety over it because what if no one likes it? What if I did all this for nothing? What if?

You still write it, because despite it all you like doing it, just like you loved trying to draw your family as a kid to show it to mom.

But when you post it - you need people to see it. You need people to tell you that you did a good job. You need someone to encourage you. You’re here, throwing hours of work into the Internet void for anonymous faces to read and hopefully enjoy. Unlike original stories, you don’t mention it to friends or family because of the fanfiction stigma, because fanfiction is considered less than original stories. So, really, the only way you have to know if your writing is worth it is the comments.

And kudos, even though they are appreciated, will never tell you how a reader feels. They’ll never tell you how someone, a real person, felt while reading your story. Did they like it? Did it make them happy? Sad? What did they go through? Was it worth it? Did you convey what you wanted? Was it worth it? Is this story worth it? Is my writing worth it? Do I keep going?

What do you think?

We only want to know if we did well. Because we are simply, painfully human.

There are no words to describe the feeling a writer gets when they see the mail notification telling them they received a comment on this or that fic. No words.

So.

When you see that “please tell me what you think ! <3” in the chapter notes, please know that what we actually mean is “I would sell my entire body and suck Satan’s d*ck if it meant you could click that little comment button and actually write something down”.

Leave comments on fics, people. It’s not hard, and it means you will get more fic in the future if you so much as encourage the writer. That’s how people work.

Just tell us. Let us know.

Thank you.


He's our responsibility - OUR abomination

I have to bring this up again because the more I think about it, the more unsettling it becomes.

This whole SepticArt week thing - a majority of us have been theorizing it’s the ritual and that it’ll be the final push Anti needs to show himself. Granted, I do think that when Jack posts the fanart vid, I don’t believe he’d show Anti since it would take the spotlight away from all of our work. If anything, if Anti were to show himself, I think it’d probably be for only a split second - just a quick glitch of the facecam and that’s it.

But the whole overall theory of us all making fanart to summon Anti - this is all going back to the post I had made about us, Jack’s so-called “loyal, loving fans”, being the main villain in all of this!

Anti wants us to give him more attention to give him the extra push to finally show himself. We DO have a choice! No one said we HAVE to do what he says. We don’t need to make any fanart or anything, we can fight back. And yet, we aren’t. We are all so quick to fall and give in because we want to see Anti again.

It’s like October all over again. We know what is coming, and just like before, we apparently HAVE A CHOICE. We can fight back and save Jack and the others, and instead, we’re choosing to give in. We WANT to see Anti - OUR creation, NOT Jack’s - and it’s seriously disturbing when you think about it. We’re basically setting loose a vicious, bloodthirsty abomination on a kind, innocent, completely vulnerable person - who we supposedly love and adore.

By us creating all the fanart - especially the stuff containing Anti - we are only making our creation stronger. We’re doing more harm than good - we’re helping Anti, not Jack. Why do you think Anti never wants to hurt us? It’s because he needs us. We’re the ones who created him, we’re the ones giving him power, and as such, he won’t come after us. Sure, he’ll guilt trip us and remind us of what we did. He’ll kill us mentally, but not physically. Unlike the story “Frankenstein”, we actually love our creation. We say we hate him and we want him away from Jack and the others.

But if that’s really true, then why are we giving in? Why are we deliberately giving Anti more power and actually wanting to see him return?

The answer? Because in truth, being his creators, we want to see what our creation can do and what he is capable of.

I said it before and I’ll say it again:
We all have to face the ugly truth, guys. Anti isn’t the true villain here - we are. We created an abomination and he is OUR responsibility.