#‘why do y’all think we are bad omen’

[flhoarder]

They think Harry running the MC into a puddle is stupid but then the collective body of 41 did decide it was a great idea to do a horizontal cannonball into a massive stained glass wall of historical value to get into an abandoned old church 2 months ago

[olive-enthusiast]

Defending Aziraphale cause I KNOW y’all are gonna come for him:

1. a lot of people say that him deciding to go back to heaven is a character regression and doesn’t make sense- but it does! aziraphale has 6000+ years of repressed trauma from doing what heaven tells him! and even if he does seem to be taking steps forward (shades of gray), he never fully takes that big leap away from heaven (very LIGHT shades of gray). you can’t just recover from it!

2. also, we never actually see him get over the demons bad angels good thing. crowley is the only exception to this rule, in his eyes. he still views the Fall as a bad thing, which is why he wants them to be angels together!

3. people are also saying that it’s crazy ineffable bureaucracy got together so fast without too much internal conflict, unlike the (now divorced) husbands. but it makes sense because GABRIEL AND BEELZEBUB RAN THE SYSTEM. AND CROWLEY WAS CLEARLY A HIGH RANKING ANGEL WHO FELL VERY EARLY ON, MAKING HIM VERY DISILLUSIONED WITH THE SYSTEM. aziraphale mever got that chance- he was a lower ranking angel that was beaten down by this system, and as such doesn’t see that it’s the system that’s corrupt, not just the angels within. he still believes that heaven is a GOOD place filled with BAD angels, because he has literally never had the chance to learn otherwise.

and this is why it narratively makes perfect sense for him to become the supreme archangel- he’ll finally be able to see that the idea of heaven is corrupt because he’ll be in charge of it!

4. aziracrow have also been shown to be a direct parallel to nina and maggie. in the last episode, nina says that they’re not ready for a relationship because she just left her incredibly toxic and abusive partner. aziraphale and nina are in very similar situations! he literally just left heaven, which was incredibly toxic and abusive, and might not be ready for a relationship with crowley yet! however, unlike nina, he doesn’t fully believe that his previous situation was toxic, so he goes back- because he hasn’t seen enough to understand!

5. he clearly wants to FIX the system, not just be a part of it, because he is intrinsically such a selfless being. he still hasn’t learned to put what he actually wants before what he thinks everybody needs yet, because, again, he doesn’t understand how heaven works!

in conclusion i love aziraphale and i haven’t slept because i’ve been thinking about the finale so lmk if this doesn’t make sense but i will not be changing my thoughts about aziraphale

ALSO KEEP REWATCHING GOOD OMENS WE NEED SEASON 3

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #203

1. Hi! This fic was posted on tumblr, I'm not sure if it was on ao3, so I'm not sure if that's in your specialty to find but just in case - it was a fic I read when I first got into Good Omens, so early 2020. It was in two or three parts I think. One part was Aziraphale and Crowley discussing their sides coming after them and what they'd do if that would happen. There a big battle scene where Crowley got taken to I think a beach? And was being threatened and Aziraphale unleashed a bunch of power, more than recommended. Bleeding from the eyes in golden angel blood, I believe. The trope of massive power to protect a loved one and then being immensely weak right after. Either way, thanks for your time and you guys do AMAZING work here, I cannot tell you how lucky we are as a fandom to have you. - @lunarmultishine

2. Hey! I am looking for a lost fic. Aziraphale has to return to Earth to find Jesus and appears on Crowley’s doorstep who is living in a cottage. Jesus is living with Crowley and is aging rapidly and has been named something else. Aziraphale agrees to stay and help, but Crowley is bitter that he’s there anyway. Jesus kind of helps bring them back together and is very sassy about it. This is all I can remember unfortunately. But would appreciate the help! - anon

3. Hello lovely Mods! I’ve been looking for a Good Omens x Supernatural crossover fic where the Winchester bros + Cas have to retrieve Aziraphale from his prison in Heaven, in exchange for Crowley’s information about the latest apocalypse. They also don’t know why Crowley wants Aziraphale and assume the worst, so they set a trap for Crowley. Idk if it’s findable, but I figured y’all would be the best to ask! Thank you! <3 - anon

4. Hello! Thank you for your great job! You're my great advertisers for fanfics 😍 I'm looking for a fic I read last year and I can't find it. It was about Metatron started the second apocalypse and there were creepy monsters walking on Earth. Aziraphale and Crowley hiding at Anathema's house and Adam is helping them with the wards. And there were something with Crowley hiding in a bookshop in his snake form when monsters attack and he runs to Nina's coffee shop with Muriel. Also they're riding Bentley a lot, and Crowley been summoned to Hell at some point and escaped it by landing before Aziraphale in a very bad shape. It has a lot of Whump!Crowley. Oh, and he has dyslexia or something, he can't read very well. I may mess up with two different fanfics btw, sorry Thanks for your help! 🥰 - @rexsulla

5. Hi lovelies! Sorry to clog up your inbox. I remember seeing a fic posted here way before the new year. Not sure what its called, but i remember some things about it: - crowley manages a restaurant (human au) and is very mean to his employees - on Christmas eve, he bumps into azi on the street, who is crying because his family doesn't accept him for being queer - azi asks Crowley back to his house for a drink, but Crowley rejects his offer. - this happens a year later, and Crowley accepts his offer this time! - i cant remember what happens next, but there's a summary of their future at the end in which they're married with children. Thanks again dears! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[oldblackhat]

Y’all this petition going around - I've seen it twice now - the one that includes: “As Neil Gaiman has offered to step back, there is no reason for the production of the TV series to stop” (full text below)

Oh my God y’all please Do Not sign that!

I know we are all having different reactions and I respect that — but y’all I'm concerned that this petition in particular is actually kinda doing his PR team’s work for them!

If you decide you want to sign a petition about saving GO season3 then please consider signing one that requests he be fired (i.e. http://bit.ly/firegaiman) and/or includes stipulations about what “step back” actually means in practice (because we still don’t know).

We still don't know what “discussions about possible production changes” and “offered to step back”/“take a back seat” actually means in terms of degree of removal and on-the-ground changes. Will he be on set at all (possibly getting access to interact with young female staff)? How (if at all) will he be referenced in official promotions and interviews for the show?

Is there a possible world where Amazon accepts Neils offer but Amazon/Neils definition of “step back” is Wholey Insufficient and nothing near as comprehensive as we’re all hoping? Unfortunately, I think yes! Yes there is.

Until we know for sure what “step back” actually means (so we can know if it’s enough) I think we need to not wave the victory banner just yet and keep pushing for his removal (so if you’re going to sign a petition—please choose a different one)

I think it’s fine to hope that it means he’ll be cut out as thoroughly as we all hope—but I think it’s honestly kinda dangerous to assume this to be true (without sufficient evidence) to the point of signing a petition that says since he’s “offered to step back, there is no reason for the production….to stop”.

It’s dangerous in that you are setting yourself up for more pain in the future if you convince yourself this “step back” is going to be to a sufficient degree — and we later learn that it is not.

And it’s dangerous because y’all I do think this petition in particular is one his PR team would support getting as many signatures as possible.

Y’all I think his lawyers and PR team want people focusing on renewing the show instead of focusing on the allegations. They want us to take his “offer to step back”, be satisfied with it, and actively shift attention away from how bad he is towards unpausing production.

It’s in the phrasing. Honestly nothing in this petition makes it clear to me whether the writer is or isn’t a rape apologist. I’m not saying they are but I can’t tell and I think that’s a pretty major red flag. It’s how he only gets mentioned one time: “as Neil Gaiman has offered to step back, there is no reason for the production….to stop” and there’s no mention of why he’s “offering to step back” (the five women who’ve come forward)

And of course since he’s “not admitting to any wrongdoing” he gets to play the white knight offering to gallantly step back so the show can go on (sickening). And again the only reference to him in this petition is that he’s “offered to step back” — what a nice gentle phrasing that doesn’t disallow a white knight interpretation!

Now i want to be clear — I am Not saying helping his PR is the intent of anyone who has already signed this petition or reblogged it — I’m assuming best intentions here (which would be not realizing that signing/reblogging this is arguably helping his PR team)

But y’all again if you decide you want to sign a petition about saving GO season3 please sign and share one like this http://bit.ly/firegaiman that explicitly stipulates to fire him and includes: “We feel very strongly that we cannot financially support Good Omens with Mr. Gaiman still in a position of power within it and are calling for his immediate dismissal.” Because again yall we don’t know if the “step back” currently being discussed behind closed doors will be enough so we should still be pushing for his removal.

Or make a new petition that stipulates he not be on set, or anywhere near young female staff, and also not be discussed positively in any promotional material, etc.

And if pushing for him to be truly sufficiently uninvolved does help lead to this show being cancelled — then that might mean his being sufficiently uninvolved just wasn’t about to be on the table for whatever reason — and if that’s the case then it’s probably for the best the show doesn’t continue :/

(i know i hope not i honestly do hope he can be removed sufficiently & the show can go on but we can’t know yet whether he is going to be sufficiently removed)

Here’s a screenshot of the full text of the petition I don’t think you should sign:

Please please please if you decide you want to sign a petition about saving GO season3 please sign and share one like this instead:

[spicywhenspeaking]

high folio 👋🏼 : nick folio x reader

this fic is 420 friendly and includes the recreational use of cannabis 🍁 aka I saw this photo and wanted to write something.

no beta we die like men

I decided last minute to join my old friends at the bonfire. We’re all in town for the holidays so I figured I should make an effort to see them. I drive to the field my friend sent me the address for, its the same one we used to drink at back in highschool. I park on the side of the road behind the others and get out. I see the plumes of smoke high in the sky as I approach the group of people sitting around the fire. “Hey! y/n, we didn't think you were going to make it” my friend Randy says as he comes to give me a hug, he smells like smoke and cheap beer.

The others say hi and I see a lot of faces I recognize and a few unfamiliar faces. One catches my eye but I try not to stare. I say hi to my old friends and find a seat on a creaky folding chair afer grabbing a beer for myself. I make small talk with a few of my old friends, taking sips of my beer, its helping ease my nerves but I wish I had some - “hey, you want a hit?'' The soft voice broke me out of my thoughts and I turn to see the handsome face I noticed before offering me an unlit joint. “Oh, hey. Um Yes, that sounds great. Thank you.”

I take the joint and put it between my lips and before I can ask for a lighter he's flipping open a zippo for me to use. I smile out the side of my mouth and take a drag in lighting the end of the joint and pulling in a lung full of smoke. I take it out and exhale away from the others and offer the joint back to the unnamed handsome stranger.

“What's your name?” I ask him. He smiles and takes a hit. “Nick, but, my friends call me Folio.” He passes the joint to someone to his left side. “Why do they call you Folio?” I ask. He laughs softly as he sits in the chair that was recently vacated next to me. “I’m in a band, and another guys name is Nick. It was less confusing for them to call me Folio. My last name.”

I nod in understanding and take another drink from my watery beer. “But there are no other Nicks here tonight” I tell him coughing lightly as I take a puff from the joint that’s come back around and pass it back to him. “You could be Nick tonight if you wanted to be.” It comes out slightly flirtier than I intended and he laughs lightly as he takes a pull in. He exhales and leans in closer before whispering “but you can call me whatever you’d like tonight. What’s your name beautiful?” The weed has affected me enough that I giggle shamelessly at his very obvious flirting. “Okay, Nick it is. I’m Y/N..So what do you play in your band?”

He leans over to grab a beer for himself out of the cooler, the motion causes the orange and yellow glow from the fire to light up his face, sparking off the nose ring I didn’t notice before. “Drums, I’ve been playing since I was a kid. I was a very hyper child so it helped channel some of the energy haha” he laughs out. I finished the last of my beer and he points to the cooler as a way of asking if I wanted another. I nod and he reaches in to grab another.

“What kind of music do you play? Would I have heard of the band?” I ask, my playlist has a bunch of everything so maybe I have heard his band. “We’re called Bad Omens, been together since like 2015.” Wracking my brain I try to think if the name is familiar. “I feel like maybe I’ve heard of y’all, but honestly can’t place it. Any songs I might know?”

He nods and laughs again “um our song Just Pretend when kind of viral on TikTok? Maybe you heard that?” And then it clicks, “oh yes! My friends tried to get me to go to y’all’s show, they heard that song and then listened to like all of your music and saw y’all were playing in town. I unfortunately had to work late and couldn’t make it.” 

He fake pouts and says “such a shame, we could have met so much longer ago.” That causes me to giggle harder “oh I’m sure you would have spotted me in your sea of fans.” He eyes me with a sultry smile and says “oh I would have seen you, I’m sure of it. I noticed you as soon as you got here tonight.” The blush creeps up my neck and takes over my cheeks, making them a deep red.

“Oh that’s sweet.” I say. “So you grew up here?” Nick asks. “Yeah, I just came into town for the holidays to see my family and some friends. I fly back tomorrow evening. What about you?” Leaning his head back in the chair and looking at the stars he says “my mom moved out here a few years ago and she met Randy’s mom, they became friends. Randy and I aren’t like best friends but we’ve hung out a few times when I’m in town and he invited me out here tonight.” Randy is a good friend, we’ve known each other since Kindergarten but he’s not my type at all. Nick though? He’s my type for sure. We talked for a while about how our holidays went and what we did while in town before Nick asked me, “so where’s home for you?”

“I’m in L.A. right now, staying with a friend while I finish my book.” The smoke from the fire is getting in my eyes causing them to water slightly. “Do you want to walk around a little? Get out of the smoke?” He asks as he stands and offers me a hand to get up. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” It’s a cool night but hot near the fire so getting some fresh air feels nice, especially considering I’m reaching the point in my high that everything is making me laugh. We walk towards the tree line and the crackling of the fire is fading away.

“I’m also in L.A. right now. We decided to move out west once the band took off a little more. We should get together when we're both back” he smiles, “what kind of book are you writing?” My giggles are taking over and he’s having a hard time not joining me, trying to stay cool and collected. “Hahaha, omg that was very smooth. Asking me out and then asking me about my book.”

I breathe and gain enough coherence to tell him about my book. “It’s crazy, ahaha I honestly can’t believe I’m writing it. It’s a mystery thriller about a vampire hockey team and their rivals, a werewolf hockey team. Well, they have to team up after they’re attacked and solve the case of who did it along with trying to win the Championship game.” His eyes go wide and I’m prepared for him to laugh about how stupid it sounds but he laughs and says “that’s the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I need an advanced copy like yesterday.” The giggles over take me again and we continue walking past the tree line into the wooded area. We talk more about living in L.A., the traffic, the food but also the totally horrible dating scene. “Yeah I went out with this guy and all he did was talk about how his photographer couldn’t get his angles right and he was going to lose out on jobs.”

“Seriously! I don’t date much but the last date I went on the girl was asking all about the lead singer, my friend Noah. It was so fucking weird. Like you’re out with me but asking all about my friend that you clearly are more into…so that fucking sucked” Jesus, that’s horrible. Plus Nick seems like a really nice guy, on top of being totally hot he told me he rides motorcycles. That girl sounds like a loser and I tell him that. “Haha, yeah. It was lame. Noah’s hot I won’t lie, but, if she wanted to go out with him she should have just asked him out instead.”

“Well I think you’re pretty hot” I say and then immediately look up into the clearing between the trees to look at the stars and avoid making eye contact after my loose lipped confession. He reaches down and intertwines our hands together, “you’re pretty hot yourself Y/N.” Laughing I pull his arm further into the forest and we make it to a small clearing. “Come on, this is one of my favorite spots.”

I take us to a grassy spot and lay back and look at the stars. Nick lays next to me and takes my hand again in his. Staring at the stars my giggles take over again and he laughs along with me. “Are you always so giggly when you smoke?” He asks. “Yes usually. Used to piss my ex off, he said it ruined his buzz. Jackass.” Nick sits up on his elbows and looks over at me with a disgusted look on his face. “Are you serious? Your laugh is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard? I would make you giggle all night if I didn’t value my precious 8 hours of sleep I needed to be a functioning human.” That causes more giggles to spill out of me. “Why thank you, you’re very kind.”

We lay under the stars for another half hour or so just in comfortable silence. Nick pulls out another unlit joint from his pocket and raises his eyebrows at me in a way of asking “are you down?” I nod my head and he lights it. We share this joint, passing it between each other. “Have you ever shotgunned while smoking?” Nick asks me, his eyes going between my eyes and lips. “No. I haven’t. Did you want to try?” He nods his head and takes another long inhale then holds it and scoots even closer to my side and leans his head in front of mine.

I open my mouth and prepare to inhale as he blows a stream of smoke past my lips. After I finish taking in all the smoke and blowing it back out, Nick's lips are still right in front of me. It wouldn’t take much to move forward and press our lips together. His tongue brushes past his lips to wet them and he must notice me tracking the movement because he quickly closes the distance and presses his lips against mine. My lips tingle from the weed and from the delicious feeling of his kiss, and even more as he deepens it with his tongue pushing into my mouth for access. We continue to make out against the grassy forest floor for a while longer before the coldness seeps into out clothes and we decide to go back to the fire with the others.

Grabbing another beer we sit and talk more about life, he tells me about life on the road with his band and I tell him about my career as a writer.

After one to many drinks and as my high continues to build I realize I won’t be able to drive home. Luckily I drove my brother's truck and he keeps blankets in his truck for when he takes his girlfriend out to stargaze.

“I have some blankets in the back of my truck, If you wanted to join me. For sleeping that is.” My blush returns at full force. “I would hate for you to become minced meat before our meet up in L.A.” I joke lightly. “That sounds great, I’m exhausted and was honestly just going to try and walk home.” That would have taken him hours, this field isn’t hard to get to, but it’s not a convenient walk. Getting the truck bed ready we lay down cuddling under the large comforter my brother had piled in his backseat, along with a quilt we’re laying on top of. It’s not the most uncomfortable bed I’ve had but I’m pretty high so I don’t care. I close my eyes and sleep takes hold of me.

The early sun wakes me up hours later and I stretch out trying to unkink the knot in my back. “Ugh, this is what I get for sleeping in a truck bed” I grumble to myself and my bedfellow begins to stir. “Mmm to early…” Nick says sleepily. “I know friend” I yawn. “But my brother needs his truck back for work, so I need to go.” Nick sits up and rubs the sleep out of eye and gives me a goofy sleepy grin. “Understood” he mock solutes. “But let me get your number before so I can call you when I’m back in L.A.”

I agree and put my number into his phone and he sends me a simple text so I can save his.

Nick Folio: 😮‍💨🍁😘

I laugh and he gives me a kiss on the cheek before hopping out of the truck and heading towards his motorcycle, kicking it on he waves and smiles before taking off down the dirt road.

[queer-reader-07]

i understand getting really deeply and personally attached to fictional characters (i do it all the time) but i think too many people fall into the trap of interpreting criticism (or honestly just differing opinions that aren’t even necessarily negative) of characters they love as personal attacks.

not every character or every piece of media is for everyone. some people are not going to like your Favorite Thing. and that is OK. it’s ok if you’re a little hurt by people saying they didn’t like your favorite character.

but what isn’t ok is taking that hurt out on the person who you disagree with. you don’t get to tell someone they’re a bad person for not liking your favorite show or for having a different favorite character.

don’t make me tap the sign.

yes, some people are just assholes and will call others dumb for liking a certain character. but if someone isn’t saying that? if they’re just sharing an opinion on the public opinion sharing website? maybe don’t go into their replies and tell them why they’re wrong for not having the same opinion as you. maybe you don’t need to tell them why they’re a terrible human being. maybe don’t put words in their mouth and interpret everything they say in poor faith.

maybe, just maybe, you can keep scrolling. if what the other person is saying is Just An Opinion and not spreading hate, maybe you don’t need to tell them every reason why they’re wrong.

sometimes people have different opinions than you. and most of the time, neither of you are right or wrong. most things we all have opinions on are not dichotomous, so we’re all bound to have varied thoughts on whatever the Thing at hand is. that’s just how it goes.

ALSO and this bit is specifically for the good omens fans in the audience: for the love of all that is holy do not go into Neil’s asks trying to get him to justify why your specific opinion or interpretation is “correct” and other people’s are “wrong.” i mean no one should be doing it with any creator but some of y’all are way too comfortable in Neil’s ask box.

YOU ARE TALKING TO REAL HUMAN PEOPLE.

[stackthedeck]

Just saw your gomens theory tiktok where you said Gaiman isn't playing 5d chess and the simplest answer (that Crowley and Aziraphale have well established differing character motivations that resulted in a realistic argument) is in fact the most likely one. So I am now dying to know your thoughts on the "the season was so mid that it proves it IS 5d chess because obviously Gaiman is incapable of genuinely being mid" theory going around

The simplest explanation for one season 2 wasn’t as good as season 1 is because sequels tend to suck especially when the original was a complete story on its own. Good Omens was a book with a beginning middle and end and it was a good end. And the show had the same complete story. And so how do you “yes and” the end? Like y’all know why everything past supernatural season 5 was mid? Because it was supposed to end.

Am I happy that we got another season? Yeah absolutely and everyone that worked on it work hard to create something they’re proud of. But sometimes things aren’t as good as the original and they’re not bad on purpose. Like this is the same bullshit that the bbc Sherlock fandom was on after season three sucked ass. But like I’m not saying season 2 of good omens was that level of bad. In fact s2 was good I enjoyed it I like that the angel and the demon disagreed and had different world views. Like maybe the people who say aziraphale and Crowley are out of character actually mean they’re not acting like the cardboard cutouts that the fandom made them

Gaiman is capable of being mid because he’s a human being but I personally don’t think it was mid it was different. Honestly it was an impossible situation. He finished writing that story decades ago and now he has to continue it without the other half of what made the story what it was. The simplest explanation is often the truest and the truth is Terry Pratchett’s absence was deeply felt in season two and I miss him but I’m so grateful for the beautiful art he gave to world. Season two felt incomplete because it’s missing it’s other half and that’s hard and it’s something we don’t want to accept so the fandom is inventing reasons to explain away a probably unconscious emotional response

[josiebelladonna]

i’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now.

i think i’m going to take 2024 off from here. i think it’ll just be on main (i.e., my art blog nuagederose as well as feverinfeveroutfic and my healing blog theghostandthehealer will all remain active): i throw it out there every now and again (read: whenever tumblr introduces a garbage new feature), but i really think i’m going to commit to it.

i hate the overall attitude on here now, people on here acting like they’re better than everyone who doesn’t have a tumblr, you and your precious ~mutuals~. i remember the rampant irony about it all around here in 2013-2015, but everyone is so deadly serious now and it honestly sucks, like… give me something fun, anything, PLEASE. y’all are KILLING ME. and… you know. i’m not jewish. but the antisemitism around here is honestly flooring to me—it’s kind of what i get for lurking around jumblr, but it’s interesting to see what we non-jews don’t: it makes you go, “oh. OH. really? well, i’ll be damned, i’ll take your word for it, unknown friend.” in my opinion, after reading about israel and palestine some 6 or 7 times, you can’t be like “happy hanukkah” and then turn around and say you want to see israel destroyed, like… no. say “it’s complex and nuanced” all you want, it not only doesn’t make it any more true, but… if you ask me, it actually isn’t. i don’t want to be around a place filled with people who talk out of both sides of their mouths, be it about the jews, the palestinians, ukraine, animals, art, or really… anything. the takes on here honestly suck, like there’s no substance to any discussion and i can’t tell you the last time i saw a take that really made me think. and worse? none of it would be half as bad if no one prided themselves in this. why do you think we’re failing as a society (aside from everything around us failing as well)? i’m surrounded by idiots—mean idiots, too, like so many of you are almost bullies about it—and you guys are doing bupkis to save yourselves.

i can’t go through any tag anymore without seeing stranger things (which i kind of hate now), our flag means death (which i LOVE, but i’ll see it in a tag about autumn and i’m like why), good omens (which i don’t get the appeal of), or supernatural (which… i’m sorry. i have never understood the appeal of this show—whereas i adore sherlock and doctor who, so rest your sphincters, ghosts of superwholock). the only tags that don’t have those four are the lower tier thrash tags, any tags about food or baking, and pokemon if you can believe that: seriously, not even the cartoon tags are safe. the thrash tags are quieter than a graveyard, i have no idea what to do with food porn, and fuuuuck, it’s been a while, pokemon, should we catch up? it’s exhausting.

kinktober this year killed kinktober for me. congrats, nickybloodhead, i hope you’re satisfied with yourself as everyone has inexplicably kissed your ass and disregarded someone who’s actually kinky and made her feel so terrible about herself that she deleted her collection and wrote a horror story instead. i hope you’re happy, you now have blood on your hands.

my weight loss is bringing forth some really intense feelings (look no further than goretober; i made those drawings right as i was starting to lose), and i’ve said this before, too: i know i’m not welcome here or on ao3, anyway. i know no one likes me. i’ll just finish my wips and go, and you won’t ever have to see me again.

i have no idea what 2024 holds, anyway—and i’m a little wary of leap years now, especially after the last three have been particularly brutal. 2020, the infamous year of disease, fire, riots, and a boring white girl who clowned me and pretty much killed my career; 2016 was one loss after another and the never-ending election cycle hyped to the moon that did not end well; and 2012 was just a lonely year for me. 2024 could be the year that finally takes me out for all i know.

so… i think it’s just best to be away from the main channel and stay down low for the year. i’ll still be on instagram (badmotorartist) and *gasp* threads (badmotorartist as well), and like i said, the side blogs will be active still.

[gummybear1031]

Today, the randomizer picked "Dead Silence," which is free-to-watch on Tubi.

It's actually really good, so if you want to watch it, don't read below the cut.

As always, livetweet reposted below the cut, along with spoilers.

I like that they used the 1940s Universal logo. 

We’re starting with creepy imagery. I hope this isn’t as creepy as the movie gets. 

Have y’all never seen a horror movie before? If a creepy ventriloquist dummy shows up with no return address or letter, you burn the fucker. Not have it repeat creepy ghost story poetry. 

The sound dying while the kettle keeps boiling is surprisingly creepy. 

Not to blame someone for their own death, but Lisa, come on, girl. What are you doing?

Jamie is the next to die. I mean, his wife is acting weird and there’s blood everywhere and he’s just going along with it. Bro. You gonna die. 

Repeated eye motifs. Lisa already mentioned the doll’s eyes were too realistic, now we keep getting close ups of Jamie’s eyes. I’m not going to be surprised if the doll turns out to have real human eyes. 

It’s a New Kid on the Block! (I know nothing about them, but I have a friend who’s a few years older and loves them.)

Jamie, if you think dummies are bad omens who kill people, why did you leave it alone with your wife? 

Why is Billy and his case not in police custody? Do cops not take evidence? 

Do they normally let people accused of murder drive back to their hometowns in order to do weird match cuts with signs depicting the thing they’re driving past? 

Dang, Ella, hugging all up on the dude who doesn’t even know who you are. Also, did he just not go to the wedding? Or even know that it was happening? He truly went no contact. 

Dad looks dead. Like he even has blue makeup on. Did they dub the dude? His lips aren’t exactly matching up to his speech. 

I’m one of those people who can hear electricity. That damn sign would cause me to murder someone. The sound effects dying is so creepy. It’s such a nice touch. 

This man is taking photos with an actual antique. I know they had digital cameras in 2007. I went everywhere with mine. (I was insufferable.)

Thanks for nothing, movie. We already knew his name was Billy. We all saw the inside of the case. 

Why are we in a graveyard in the middle of the night with a creepy ass doll? What are you doing, Jamie? It’s like you’re trying to die!

Jamie, buddy, you’re in a haunted graveyard in the middle of the night while a disembodied voice laughs manically around your car. Drive the hell home. Don’t go back to your hotel. Go back to a hotel in the town your apartment is in. 

Aw, hell no. Detective New Kid needs all sorts of complaints filed against him. All Cats Are Beautiful, but Detective New Kid is exceptionally Beautiful. 

Detective New Kid should absolutely take that doll with him. Maybe Billy will murder him. Also, this is why you burn haunted things. 

Does Detective New Kid even have jurisdiction in this town? 

This argument is absolutely impossible. Is Billy actually a demon? The randomizer loves possessed doll movies, if so. It’ll be like the third or fourth I’ve seen this month. 

Nobody would make her a doll. It doesn’t matter what her damn will said. 

Henry released the evil ghost? Good job breaking it, buddy. 

Ah, yes. The catwalk of an abandoned theatre. The safest place to be. 

Why would you pull the string on that thing? It’s obviously pure evil. Jamie has no survival instincts. 

The bratty kid was Jamie’s uncle. You think he’d have known about that, but he didn’t even know his dad was getting married. 

Oh snap! Marion is talking to the ventriloquist ghost or the demon that lives in Billy. (Or both.)

Poor Henry. Even poorer Marion. She won’t understand what happened. 

Great-uncle means Jamie’s grandpa was the brother of Michael. Which means Henry is at least 20 years older than Jamie’s dad. Who looks way worse than Henry. (Before Henry’s death.)

Why in God’s green Earth did they bury all 100 dolls? And why the fuck did Detective New Kid dig all of those empty coffins up? After like five, it’s pretty clear there’s none there. 

Also, shouldn’t it be obvious that those coffins weren’t dug up recently? How did Jamie dig them up last night and have the grass grown back over them today? Detective New Kid might be a bad cop, but this is borderline crooked. 

All of these fucking dolls are creepy as shit. Is that the Saw puppet? If so, he may be the least creepy of all these. Which is wild. 

That crazy bitch made a corpse puppet! That’s messed up!

Creepy clown doll looks like the unholy lovechild of Pennywise and the doll from Poltergeist. 

Finally Detective New Kid is right about something. Don’t go back there, Jamie!

I can’t believe I’m saying this: Jamie, listen to Donnie Wahlberg!

Oh snap! Lisa was pregnant!

The CGI of her face over the dolls is definitely not working. It’s just bad. 

Are the dolls screaming as they burn? That’s creepy, movie. 

Called it about the catwalk. 

Jamie’s dad looks like he has one foot in the grave and the other on a skateboard. There’s no way he got his ass up, went to the funeral home, and took Billy doll. 

That was too easy. Something creepy has to happen now. 

His dad is a dummy, too? That’s amazing. I didn’t see it coming. 

And one last eye thing. Because eyes and tongues are this lady’s thing. 

That was actually pretty good. 

[wanderinghedgehog]

I Watch Old Movies (Part 1)

DER DYBBUK (1937) on YouTube

Live reaction:

The audio quality is weird and half the subtitles are missing seems like. My Yiddish isn’t good enough to understand without so…

Ooooo these two guys have got a secret. Drama already.

Oh that’s not very interesting. They just want their kids to be married when they grow up.

Oh no the wife died

OH NO THE GUY DIED he just fell off a boat

Okay so we see the other guy’s daughter as she grows up and it seems like he’s just been counting coins the entire time. Does he do anything else or does he just start counting as soon as his daughter tries to talk to him?

Is this guy being judgmental about people riding in a carriage? Really?

The dead guy’s son seems nice. He looks perpetually zoned out, but he seems nice.

The son and the daughter finally meet and they keep staring at each other. I can’t decide if it’s weird or romantic.

there a grave? shrine? In the middle of town. This might be foreshadowing.

The guy apparently doesn’t like the son. What did he do?

okay so the son is actually weird. He’s talking about his ambitions I guess and he’s being really aggressive about. Chill out.

SOME RANDOM GUY THINKS THE SON IS INVOKING SATAN??????

oh no the daughter fainted. And the son is being nice and helpful.

why is he looking like that? Is he supposed to look suspicious.

why is she so distraught that the son left? The way this other lady phrased it, I thought he had just left the room or the house.

Just a quick shoutout to the marvelous beards in this movie. Movies need more men with big beards.

The rabbi just ignored that this guy says he’s scared? Dude why?

nevermind I think the scared guy just has social anxiety.

Ooooo the daughter can sing :)

The son is trying to leave town, but he got distracted by this dude whistling at the sky?

Oh so there was a marriage going to be set up with the daughter, but her father wouldn’t agree with it. So maybe the son has a chance now. Plot.

the son is talking to scared guy and they’re debating if sins are holy? It’s very dramatic

DUDE ARE THEY TALKIBG ABOUT THIS IN SHUL???? Someone’s gonna hear you

scared guy looks so confused oml

Oooooo the son can sing too :)

The son and daughter meet again. Staring again. Y’all are weird.

THE REVEAL FINALLY the son is the son of one of the guys at the beginning who made the really boring promise

OH BUT THE DAUGHTER IS ALREADY SUPPOSED TO BE MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE OH NOOOOO

and the son is very dramatically sad about this

SATAN IS AT IT AGAIN

Oooo smoke machine

the son trying to summon Satan

OH AND HE FELL OVER presumably because of all the Satan

OOOO SPOOKY WIND

The son is DEAD 💀 but there’s still an hour left

scared guy is too scared to say Kaddish for the son. Disappointed.

the daughter fainted in the middle of the funeral. she’s gotta stop that

oh is she gonna go crazy?

is she getting married now?

some guy with empty buckets is a bad omen

IH MY GOD there’s this weird guy that keeps showing up and I think he’s magic

ooooo people are fighting

ooooo is she gonna get possessed?

SHE WANTS TO GET POSSESSED BY THE DEAD SON

what on earth is happening

she looks like she’s about to fall over

don’t banish the magic man he was fun

spooky dance time

i think she’s lost it a little

scared guy is scared

they really gotta have everyone dance before this girl can get married

GHOST SON?????

oh shoot she’s not getting married

SHE POSSESSED

Magic man is magic

gonna unpossess her

Are they summoning another ghost?

Oh shoot the guy isn’t obligated to fulfill the boring promise

spooky wind time

ghost problems a lot of them

not enough to just pray. Gotta shout at a Torah.

ghost gone

NOT QUITE

IS SHE DEAD?????????????????????

her ghost boyfriend took her

Verdict:

Fun. Weird. Didn’t expect the ghost plot. Love the spooky bits. Wish I could understand everything.

8/10

[x3rrorx]

Can someone explain to me what in the hell is going on? I’m genuinely confused, I logged in on my x account and I see a bunch of people fighting invisible shit? Someone saying that someone shouldn’t be proud in being a mean girl, others coming for bad omens throats because they don’t wanna interact with the fans? And I just literally saw a video of Noah interacting with a fan who was wearing a frog hat, others literally shitting on them for not being like other bands who get themselves involved in everything? I’m so sorry for what I’m about to say but people need to calm the hell down because a good chunk of you are looking really stupid right now, I came to your blog with hopes of answers and I’m even more confused now because a bunch of anti blogs were around? And why the hell are they attacking you for just existing and running a silly blog?

This is not for you Brandi so please don’t even feel attacked by this, fans need to learn that band members are humans with feelings, they get fed up, they get tired, they get angry, they’re not our puppets that we could do as we please with them, the majority of this fanbase is so used to saying something and their ‘idols’ doing as they say that now a band like bad omens are being perceived as rude or money hungry for being private and setting boundaries, in my eyes they’re just a bunch of dudes who love making music and are making money out of it because why the hell not? Fans need to understand that there’s a lot they might be putting to risk when they decide to speak about something even if it is insignificant (like jolly joking about the fans)

These dudes own us shit about their private lives, what they own us is music and merch that we are paying for it and as far as I seen they’re delivering exactly that, the singer can’t be around anyone without rumors of him fucking someone starting, the rest of guys can’t do shit without people saying their tour manager is forcing them to do it (which by the way tour manager and actual manager are Two different people because I do remember Noah saying their manager was in a show the other day) their crew can’t say shit either about CREEPY ass fans because these people believe they’re being attacked 24/7 I got news for ya even the bands are being attacked 24/7 by their own fans no one is ever truly happy about what they are doing, bad omens and their fans are not an exception to fucked shit that’s always been happening in the COMMUNITY if anything they’re being an exception to not feeding rumors and delusions.

Y’all need to understand that the industry it’s a business where you need to sell one way or another, we are lucky they haven’t said they’re gonna retire after this cause all I’ve seen it’s people complaining left and right and the moment someone might agree or show appreciation to the guys they also get attacked and called misogynist or a dick rider for being a regular fan, have y’all seen the shit that goes down in the sleep token fandom? Notice how not a single one of their fans actually gives a shit about what’s being said about them? We literally had the entire community coming for a girl’s ass for wanting to expose their identities even the people who didn’t like them said how fucked up it was, and what does bad omens get in return? A bunch of psychotic people lurking their private shit and becoming friends with their exes and even posting private pictures of one of them as a minor, hell y’all even went as far as involving people who are not longer in the picture and people that had absolutely no idea what was going on. They own us shit if anything the majority of these ‘fans’ own the guys (especially Noah) an apology, these ‘fans’ own the actual fans an apology for harassing them, these ‘fans’ need to calm the hell down and think about all of this it’s affecting many many people, hell even Sumerian had to stop posting about a band THEY are REPRESENTING because someone threatened to sue them, so congratulations so call ‘fans’ you guy have managed to probably ruined a lot of shit for the band and for those who enjoy it.

[ramble-writes]

Thoughts/HCs about Nero no one asked for

Ok so first off, I wanna touch up on how I thought of a lot of this after reading a shit ton of Dadgil stuff cuz I would die for Vergil raising Nero and being a dad even with Nero being in his 20s. Both versions are good. Anyway. This also came to mind after reading a bit about Fortuna and what kind of city it is other than the base of it being a Sparda worshipping community and from what we know of how Nero was treated growing up. So I’m gonna go on and hop in and spew my thoughts.

1. Since Fortuna is said to be based off a city in Italy, it gives the impression that the people possibly speak Italian. So with that yes I can see Nero knowing Italian and cussing out his uncle and dad whenever.

2. With him being neglected thanks to the orphanage, think of the many things he doesn’t know how to do and how underdeveloped a lot of things he should’ve been taught.

3. He probably doesn’t know how to read properly. Or speak well in that matter so it’s why he picks up a lot of fowl language from everyone around him.

4. Though it’s said that Red Queen was created to be a new way to fight against demons, the fact it was given to Nero and how well he cares for the sword goes to show he wasn’t given a lot of things growing up. So maybe it’s why he’s so well versed in how to sharpen the sword and modify the rev of it with proficiency.

5. SOCIAL SKILLS!!!! The poor kid grew up being bullied for peats sake. Being told his mother was a prostitute and/or for whatever other reasons. I like to personally think another factor could be his white hair since by looks alone, brown hair is highly dominant and him being born with white hair might be seen as a bad omen. So being bullied made him very antisocial as it states within his lore.

6. Even though Credo’s and Kyrie’s parents took him in, they probably never really cared for Nero like they did for their children and kept him at arms length. That sort of treatment is why he’s awkward with trying to accept Vergil being his dad, just as much as Vergil is having a difficult time accepting Nero as his son. Dante probably was one of the few positives in Nero’s life since they ended up respecting each other. Dante knew how to handle him because of his Devil Bringer and how Yamato reacted so powerfully to Nero’s presence, so yes I am also a firm believer of Dante being a rare person Nero could go to just like with Kyrie. Zio Dante for the win.

7. With how he grew up and in the events of DMC4, think of the amount of times Nero displayed a lot of similar habits to Vergil that made Dante do a double take. Especially after getting Yamato. From the cold glare, the way he pushes his hair back that really makes him look like a Vergil Jr., the quips he would made when talking back that have an edge to them. And then think of his first interaction with Trish/Gloria on how silent he was and calculating her every move while knowing for 100% that there’s no way she’s apart of The Order.

And I can’t think much of other things about Nero now. I think I exhausted what power my writing brain had. Thanks writers block for making me feel unmotivated. Anyway. Hopefully y’all enjoy this cuz brain was a buzzin with a lot of these revelations of mine.

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 12 - Part 2

If you haven’t already, read Part 1 here!

So we finally reach the Gold rank and upgrade our storage capacity from 200 to 320! Yay!

The Guild is also peeved with me for taking four days away from the cause, so we hurry back to the plot to avoid getting pelted with Tamato berries.

Sounds good to me. Let’s do this!

So the... first floor of Questionable Causeway is the same as Quirky Crown.

Also ignore my artificially inflated playtime hahaha

Actually, I didn’t have too much trouble with this one- no more than usual, anyway. Although one attempt was thwarted by a Typhlosion having STAB for the strongest Fire Type move in the game:

It happened so fast that I blinked and it was over. As you can see from my max HP, I didn’t stand a chance.

“Look at these three crystals! They’re huge!”

I low key cannot believe that Beedrill’s group stumbled upon this, went “Wow! Cool! Three big crystals! Not much we can do with that though!” and just returned to the guild thinking these weren’t even worth mentioning. Like hello?? Y’all are explorers and puzzles aren’t exactly uncommon in this world! Use your head!

Okay maybe the group was (rightfully) wary this could trigger a trap of sorts, so they didn’t bother even touching the crystals. And sure, they knew nothing about the colors needing to match. Without that knowledge, it could be any possible combination that would yield a result, and trying them all out would take A While.

HNNNNNG I DON’T KNOW WHY BUT THAT MADE ME THINK OF THIS:

Same energy.

And then of course...

I’ve tried taking pictures of the few times the Dimensional Scream is just a voice. But the white text REALLY doesn’t show up well against the black, for some reason.

Naturally, we crack the code within about 10 seconds.

God I love these double screen portraits so much.

Woohoo! Let’s see what Crystal Crossing is!

Evil... Bluff... Uh oh. Boy, I sure hope that’s not a bad omen.

Again, this dungeon wasn’t too bad. I only had to reset once.

It suddenly hit me that 2F is exactly what Crystal Cave is supposed to be lmao. What are the chances?

Present?! Oh Andrea, honey, no-

Ran into another Secret Bazaar and decided to intimidate the true Time Gear Guardian by staring at him menacingly for a bit.

Okay, now here’s the next long stretch of dialogue and action. I didn’t expressly mention this in Part 1, but you may have noticed how I subtly formatted the images for the opening scene. With the more serious moments that drive the plot forward, I try to minimize my commentary. It just feels like the most appropriate thing to do. I know we’ve been through these scenes before, but I hope it can still be somewhat interesting/fresh with the new cast of characters.

The battle... It took more than a few Blizzards to knock him out. But we didn’t get roughed up too badly. The only move I saw him use was Luster Purge, which scared me a decent bit.

Nevertheless, we get brutally tossed aside and utterly paralyzed.

“This is all for the Time Gear! Forgive me...”

Click here for Part 3.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

MAYBE IT’S CALLED FATE

Prompt: Request, by the ever so lovely @auawdo Thank you so much for your request, pumpkin! I hope you’ll like it

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings: Angst, smut(implied), cursing

Tag: @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: This has gained Seth a bigger space in my heart 🥰 Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

PRESENT DAY

Staring out the big windows that display the snowy weather of Davenport, Iowa. I retraced the journey that lead me here...

FLASHBACK - 8 YEARS AGO

“Y/N? Where are you, babe?”

From the bedroom I heard the loud thump of his duffel bag being tossed on the floor

“Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking for y- Are you ok?” He urgently asks, running to me

“Seth, I need to talk to you”

“Uh Oh, those words are an omen for bad news” He whispered

“Please, seat down” I ask and he oblige

“I have to do this quickly, like a band-aid” I murmur to myself

“What will you have to do it quickly, Y/N?”

“I can’t stay here”

“What do you mean? You don’t want to live in Iowa anymore? That’s ok, we can move to Florida if-“

“No, Seth... I mean, I don’t think we should be together anymore” I whispered with tears in my eyes

“You wanna break up? But why? Have I done something wrong? Because if I did I’m sure we can work it out a-“

“No...”

“You don’t love me anymore?” Seth asked with hurtful eyes

“I do, I do but-“

“I love you too, Y/N. So, end of story!” He huffed

“Seth, I wish there could be an easier way-“

“Why are you doing this? What changed your mind? Did you fell in love with someone else? What is it, Y/N?” Seth screamed

“I don’t think it’s fair ok? Babysitting while I’m injured is not fair to you, having to stay here waiting for you to come home is not fair to me, holding you back from enjoying yourself with other women is not fair to you and wondering if you have been sleeping with other women night after night is not fair to me. So let’s stop it before we hurt each other”

“What? First of all, I don’t babysit you, I TAKE CARE of you because I love you! Second of all I NEVER cheated on you and you know that. I FaceTime you every night until I fall asleep, just so we don’t feel lonely, because I know how hard this can be! I’ve been on your shoes...And for the record, you’re the one who’s hurting me with this breakup bullshit thing”

Seth tugs on his hair from frustration, pacing around the room

“I’m sorry, but is for the best Seth” I caress his beard, memorizing every feature of his face

“These are the painkillers, the stress and the injury speaking not you...It’s not you, right baby?” He asked in despair

“I’ll always love you Seth, you’re an incredible man and someday you’ll find a very lucky girl who deserves you”

“No, I want you! You deserve me” He grabs my suitcase, trying to pull it out of my hand “You’re not leaving, I won’t allow it. You’re not going anywhere” Seth tugs on the suitcase.

“Seth, please don’t do this” I beg

“No” He sobs “Please don’t do this to me, please don’t leave me, Y/N. I need you, I love you, I can’t live without you” Seth grabbed my face softly in his hands “Please tell me that you’re kidding me, that this is a prank...Please Y/N this can’t be true. Tell me you still love me, that we’ll be together! I can’t-“ Seth began to cry uncontrollably

“Shhhh...I’m sorry, baby. You’ll be fine. I promise you, you’ll be ok” I try to comfort him

I laid with him on his bed one last time, enjoying his bearded cheek on my chest one last time. Running my fingers through his hair gently, reassuring him that it will all be fine. When his sobs were replaced by a soft snoring, I stand up from the bed, covering Seth’s body with a blanket. Pecking his lips for the last time, I grabbed my suitcase, slowly closing the bedroom door and leaving behind what it used to be my home.

FLASHBACK - 7 YEARS LATER

The last thing I wished was see him again, the last thing I wanted was to end up in SmackDown with him and of course that God was in his jokester mood today and decided to deliver me this little joke called fate.

“Y/N? I can’t believe it!” Roman ran to me, giving me a bear hug and successfully spinning me around the arena’s hallway.

“Oh Lord, calm down you Samoan beast! Jesus” I laughed loudly

“I didn’t knew you were back! Why didn’t you told me?”

“I didn’t wanted to draw to much attention” I trailed off

“Because of Seth?” Roman asked and I just gave him a sad smile as an answer

“You can’t hide forever, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“I know... I just need a few days”

“Or not” Roman said, pointing with his chin at someone behind me

I felt his presence before I could see him

“Y/N?”

I turn around to meet his gaze, it had a mixture between surprise, pain and...love?

“Hello, Seth”

“Oh my God, it’s been so long” He reaches his arms for a hug but ended up changing his mind “What are you doing here?”

“I needed a job, so” I laughed lightly

“I thought I would never see you again”

“Looks like destiny has other plans” I mumbled

......................................................................

For the next two weeks I bump into Seth everywhere I go: arena, hotel, gym, convenience store, liquor store, diner, bar, even at a club’s bathroom line! The chemistry between us was still there, awake. Even after all those years my body called for him like some sort of drug. And I would be lying if I said that I didn’t wanted him back, not just for the sex but for everything else.

I’m at the local Starbucks when I meet him again (it’s the fourth time today), I had to put an end to this so I decided to talk to him about everything that happened in the past.

“Sure, we can talk about it” He shyly answered

We chose a hidden bench at the local park to sit down

“Thank you, for agreeing with this”

“It’s fine, Y/N” Seth weakly smiles

“Well, first of all, I would like to apologize to you. For everything I did back then...I wasn’t thinking straight and I don’t know what took ahold of me to have made such a dumb decision”

“And it took you 7 years to realize that?” He asked, sounding hurt and mad at the same time

I shook my head “No, to be honest with you, I regretted my decision when as soon as I got home”

“Why didn’t you called me then?”

“Because I thought you would be angry at me, wouldn’t want to see me or talk to me. The mere thought of you rejecting me was unbearable” I whispered

“And how do you think I felt?” Seth spat “Do you think it was fun for me to wake up and find out you were gone? I called you Y/N, I texted you, I called your brother, your sister, even your mother! I sent you emails, I went to your house, I tried everything I could to get you to talk to me. Just so at least I could get some type of closure, but you never gave me that opportunity. You shut me off, pretended I never existed, erased me from your life and now you expect me to do what? To welcome you back in my arms? To say that I missed you and that I was waiting for you all those years? Is that what you want? For me to stop my life completely just so you can enter it again and ruin it again once you decide you‘ve had enough of me?”

The only thing I could do was to remain silent, I knew Seth and I knew that sooner or later he would end up lashing out and saying everything he always wanted to say for those past 7 years, so I just sat there and took it like a big girl even with the tears rolling down my eyes. Afterall, I was the one who brought that to myself.

“I can’t do that, I gave you too much power the first time and I will not give you the same power again! When you left I hit rock bottom Y/N, my life was partying, booze and pussy. I almost lost my job because of that! Do you know how many nights I spent awake thinking of you? Crying over you? Trying to understand what had I done wrong for you to leave me like that? Do you know how many women I fucked thinking about you? Wishing they were you? Wishing to wake up in the morning and find you laying there by my side? Wishing that it was all a nightmare? Now you come here, 7 years after the shit storm and say that you’re sorry and that the thought of me rejecting you was unbearable so you just left? You know what, Y/N? Fuck you! Fuck you and your shitty apology, I don’t need this bullshit! I’m better without you, now I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. Without having to worry about their incapacity of having a relationship because of their stupid and childish commitment issues” He stood up and left

And now, by the irony of fate, I’m the one who gets abandoned now.

......................................................................

I got his message that day in the park, he doesn’t want to talk to me, so I do exactly that. I leave him alone. I never met him at random places anymore after that day.

It has been a month since I came back and any hope I had of settling things with Seth went down the drain.

I’m finishing zipping up my duffel bag when someone knocked on the locker room door

“Yeah? It’s open” I screamed

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

My heart stopped when I heard Seth’s voice

“Hi, umm sure. What’s up?” I ask

Seth closed the door behind him

“Can we sit down?” He points to the small leather couch

I nodded, sitting down by his side

“I wanted to apologize to you” He started “The things I said to you that day at the park were unnecessary, I should’ve dealt with it in a better way”

“It’s ok, Seth. We both know I deserved” I weakly smile at him

“No, you didn’t! Even though I was confused and hurt, I didn’t had the right to do that to you. I truly am sorry”

“It’s ok, buddy. Apology accepted” I patted his knee and he holds my hand there

“I’m going to ask you something, but I need you to be completely honest with me, ok?”

“Of course”

“Do you still love me?” He asked and my whole world stopped

I looked down to my feet and honestly answered “I never stopped loving you, Rollins. No matter how hard I tried”

His only response to me was a cheerful grin.

1 YEAR LATER - PRESENT DAY

“What are you doing staring out the window, baby? It’s fucking freezing! Come back to bed” Seth’s arms circle around my waist, trying to pull me back to bed

“I’m enjoying the snowy morning view” I chuckled

“Meh” He scoff “I have something more interesting for you to enjoy if you come back to bed with me” Seth smirked

“What possibly could be nicer than this view”

“Hmmm, I don’t know...maybe something thick and warm that slides in and out of you, maybe?” He bites my neck and I can’t help the little moan that escaped my lips

“That sounds fun” I grab him through his boxers, teasing him

Seth moans “Oh you’re gonna regret that”

He picked me up in his arms right before tossing me back onto his bed....

Please if you’re comfortable with it let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[swimmingwolf59]

fanfic writer asks

I’ve seen this going around (I think @/logicheartsoul has the origin?) so I wanted to do it too!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 95!!!! :00 the big 100 is coming up soon!!!!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,400,486 which is just,,,,,an insane number LOL

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? on AO3 (which is all that matters to my current self lol), 12 - Star Trek (combining tos, ds9, tng, voy, picard, and aos), Yowamushi Pedal, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, The Raven Cycle, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!, Fire Emblem (combining 3h and awakening), Free!, Good Omens, Pokemon, Days, Person of Interest, and Fugou Keiji: Balance Unlimited

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Boy Who Cried...Sex? (jjba, 941 kudos (thank you y’all!!!)), What I Was Waiting For (jjba, 849 kudos), Every Life You've Lived, I Want to be There with You (jjba, 505 kudos), Trying It Again (trc, 446 kudos), and Wild and Free (trc, 333 kudos)

I’m a little sad none of these are spones lol, but these fics are a lot older so it makes sense xD

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? the ones I never finished writing Either Viva la Q (star trek tng), All My Loving (jjba), or Unity (khr) because major character death is involved in all of them LOL. Unity’s final chapter isn’t as sad but the rest....oh boy past self what were you going through LOL

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? uhhhhhh they’re all pretty happy for the most part I think??? besides the 3 angsty ones lol

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written? I don’t usually write crossovers, the only one that is technically a crossover is my spones and pokemon one, and I don’t think it’s all that crazy lol

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don’t write it very often, but I have written a few! I’m not sure what ‘kind’ means exactly in this case, usually they’re in plot heavy fics tho lol, I’ve very rarely written pwp xD

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not? yes!!! it really makes me happy to receive a comment, so I always respond to them! It just takes me a while sometimes LOL

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic? yes, about the ending of my picQ fic Viva la Q. It really made me feel bad when I first got it, but then I realized it didn’t matter because I enjoy the story and star trek picard validated my hcs so now I don’t think about it lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! the amazing aaamoon translated my mirror spones story c:

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? a VERY long time ago, back in middle school, my friend and i wrote crack fics together xD more recently, a friend and I tried to a couple years ago but we never finished it LOL

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? probably spones or 1859! I’ve been into both of them for over ten years, and that’s pretty rare for me lol

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? hmmmm the ones I want to finish I definitely will (unless I drop out of the fandom before then), though this one fic I’m working on right now I’ve rewritten like five times so who knows if it’ll ever be finished LOL

16. What are your writing strengths? uhhhhh??? I feel like writing is really hard to quantify, especially for yourself lol. People have said they like my characterization? I think I do humor pretty well without making it corny or annoying

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I have yet to do like plot-heavy stuff like mysteries or high fantasy, idk if I’d be any good at it lol. I feel like I’m really bad at editing because all sentences start to sound weird and I can’t figure out if it’s just me being tired or if I just legitimately don’t know how to structure sentences anymore lol

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? it’s.....kinda annoying imo. Like I wish ao3 had a better footnote system, because then it wouldn’t be so bad cause you could just click on that to get the translation, but also narratively I don’t really see the point? Either your character has no idea what’s being said, so you could just say “they said something in a foreign language”, or they’re talking to themselves in another language, in which cause they could just say “in [language]” at the end. Idk I just think it’s pointless to write a story majorly in one language and then suddenly stick another one in there that readers most likely won’t understand lol.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for? khr! C: and here I am writing for it again LOL

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? My pokemon and spones crossover I think! It was sooooooooo much fun to write! My mirror spones fic is also up there c:

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Folie à Deux (One Shot)

A/N: Hello guys!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND FELIZ DIA DE MUERTOS/HAPPY DAY OF THE DEAD to all of you wonderful people. Here I come once again to share a lil one shot to celebrate this already gone spooky season but i hope you can still enjoy it. Bear with me as I try to pull some hannibal vibes over here. Let me know what you think and thank y’all for sticking around!!

Lena Luthor x Killer R//Word Count: 1,653

Content Warnings: Blood, Death, Murder, Guns, Corpses, Graphic Descriptions of Violence. 

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folie à deux. /fôˌlē ä ˈdœ/ French (n.) lit. madness for two; delusion or mental illness shared by two people in close association.

"I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you."  — Frida Kahlo.

Lena Luthor was no stranger to fear but never in her life had she faced such terror. She could feel it in the back of her head, making her afraid of every corner and shadow of her own house. She could feel it in her chest as she forced her lungs to take steady breaths to calm the erratic beating of her heart. She could feel it in her skin, tuning her fingers cold as she gripped her gun tighter, with every careful step she took to get behind you.

"You're home earlier." Your voice, as soothing as ever, made her stop dead in her tracks.

She saw you, turning around and looking at her with attentive eyes. When you noticed the gun in her hand, you tilted your head. You smiled softly, wondering how much time was left, either before the police and her friends arrived or before she pulled the trigger on you.

"Is that for me?" You asked and, in her shock, Lena managed a small nod. "Such peculiar gifts we come bearing, don't you think?"

Your smile never faltered. She could still notice it as you turned your attention at the painting that was now installed in the central wall of her living room. She stood a few steps behind you and observed. You had just finished it, that much she could tell by the faint smell of paint fume and bright tones of the oils.

It was wonderful, like nothing you had ever showed her before. A danse macabre done with a style so characteristic of you, in which two stark white skeletons seemed to dance and embrace each other. They were surrounded by a field of blood red poppies that, upon a closer look, resembled tiny skulls amidst an equal blood-red sunset...or was it a sunrise? She would have to ask you, just like whose blood was it.

"Is that blood?" She couldn't take her eyes off the painting. Not even after the question had left her lips and her instincts screamed at her to run for her life.

"Burnt sienna and a hint of Prussian blue. Although you know I prefer the real stuff, I wouldn't want anyone to take it away from you in search of evidence." You said, enjoying your own clever remarks. "What do you think?"

"I didn't think you cared about criticism in your work." Lena replied, unable to recall a time when you had ever asked someone else's opinion about your work.

"Art, like love, is the reflection in which we can see ourselves through other's eyes. So I care when it comes to you." You turned again to look at her. "Tell me, Lena, what do you see?"

Lena looked back at you and what she saw in your eyes made her catch her breath. Madness and love, all mixed up together. A look that seemed to reach within the darkest part of her soul and, instead of trying to give it light, you marveled at it.

"You." She said taking a deep, shaky breath. "And me."

With barely a hint of hesitation, she took the last steps forward, placing herself right beside you. She looked at the painting, both a love letter and an omen of death.

"When I saw the photos of the murders, all I could see was you. From the blood paintings hanging from walls to the bodies displayed in such surreal forms. The bullets and the knives, the wounds and the cuts. You were there, in every detail."

She could remember the first time she ever saw pictures from the crime scenes and feeling as if she had been seeing photos from a gallery exhibition. Each body they had found had been displayed in the most bizarre and beautiful shapes and poses. Bones, flesh and skin, all arranged in forms she didn't know were possible for the human body. She had been horrified at first about it all but, the more she looked, she hadn't been able to deny there was certain grace and elegance in the killer's doing. Whoever had done it, she had thought, was a genius of their own morbid talent.

"Then, when they gave me the list of victims, all I could see...was myself." She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Each crime scene had come along with a list of victims too. The police had identified them with varying degrees of difficulty. Some names had been hard to find while others had been too obvious to even pretend they hadn't recognized them the moment they had seen their twisted faces. However, as different those victims seemed to be between each other, what tied them together were their own crimes. Abusive husbands and wives, child molesters, unethical practitioners, corrupt officials and political leaders with their own dark intentions. People that, even Lena recognized, no one wanted wandering on the face of earth.

Your latest victim had been the judge that had let Edge go free on bail. All her efforts to put him behind bars for good had mean nothing. Then she heard the news. His body had been displayed on his own court, hanging from the ceiling in his black robes, with a band covering his eyes. His chest had been opened and in his hand he held a pair of scales. His heart laid there, weighed against a black feather, ready to be devoured.

The real shock of the murder, however, came after a single detail was revealed. Their blood. The judge and the rest of victims had been drained of their blood before exposing their bodies.

She had never thought too much about it, because there had been nothing to think about when you told her red was one of your favorite colors. It frustrated sometimes, as a painter, how hard it was to find a shade of red as bright and vivid as that of blood. Fortunately, you had learned a long time ago how to make your own red pigments and oils, using the blood of animals, usually pigs whose death was more meaningful than their lives anyway, you had said.

"I wanted to make something beautiful out of such grotesque people." You sighed and turned your head to look at her. "Turning lead into gold with every drop of blood and every stroke, each one an offering and an amend. Is my vision so different from yours? Is yours that different from mine if we want the same?"

"I wanted justice. This is not it." She said resolute, feeling again the metal of the gun against her fingers. "This is only the aftermath of your own judgment."

"Could you say then, in your judgement, if I was fair on my own?"

"If I say you were then every crime of yours is one I have performed too."

"And I recall, you would have wanted it a few times."

Were the deaths of those men and women justified? Had their own acts been so evil that you had to pay them in kind? She remembered how bad had she wanted it sometimes, to make justice by her own hand because it seemed more reliable than a justice court. That much she could understand about your deeds and maybe that was enough for her.

"It's all the same. If there is no justice, then let it be reckoning." You looked at the gun in her hand and raised a brow. "Isn't that why you have come?"

"I have to stop you." Lena said, and you would have expected her to be quick about it. For her to raise her hand and point her gun, to pull the trigger and be done with it in a heartbeat.

But she didn't move.

"Here." You moved your hand slowly towards hers. She didn't even flinch as she watched you hold her fingers against the gun and raise her hand towards your chest. The hand of an artist, the hand of a killer. "Turn my blood into gold. Let them have their reckoning."

Still, she didn't move.

It was the moment Lena understood it all and became truly afraid. Afraid, not about pulling the trigger, not about shooting you through the heart, but to have life and death dancing on her fingertips. To choose with no remorse but with a clear conscience and blood in her hands. So easy, she had thought, to end your life and watch it vanish through your eyes.

"I can't." She said, and you felt her fingers loosen up. "I do not have your talents for this."

You took the gun and looked at it for a moment before looking back at Lena. "You do. It just takes a little practice."

In the distance, the sound of sirens filled the streets. You had been left with no more time.

"Now, come. Justice is upon us, and we don't want them to think you have been making deals with the devil."

Without another word, Lena could fathom what would follow next.

"No." She said with nostalgia already brimming in her eyes. "We have just been dancing around each other for a while."

You offered her a hand, with the other still holding the gun. "Soon the music's over, so let's give it one last chance."

Lena took your hand and, in a confident move, you spun her around. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of your body against her as you embraced her from behind. Then she felt too the barrel of the gun against her temple.

"Once I'm away, please, remember. I've only ever tried to show you beauty." Your soft breath tickled her ear as you whispered to her. "Can you see?"

When Lena opened her eyes, all she could see was red. The painting hung in front of you and it seemed to her as if you were both facing a mirror.

She felt no fear this time. "It's terrific."