#'this is a serious situation and you shouldn't joke about-' last time it was about him using speeches from a racist cult leader

[baldyeosang]

I know absolutely nothing about the whole suga situation nor do I really care one way or the other as someone who has slowly stopped keeping up to date with bts, but. I am disappointed in army. last time there was a suga controversy they came up with the phrase my little meow meow. I have been patiently waiting for another slam dunk sentence and yet I am here empty handed. Very disappointed

[wonton4rang]

Can you write about Taesan being jealous ( but he's not your bf ) pls understand what I mean TT

i gotcha! or at least i think i did :') (and i really hope i did)

warnings; toxic behaviour, usage of taesan's real name (han dongmin), kissing. mentions of leehan.

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tbh taesan doesn't seems like the jealous type, i mean, c'mon WHY in the world would HE be jealous? he's so handsome and secure about himself that i can't see him being actually jealous over stupid things. not even serious stuff, he would just get kinda mad/ offended and confront you directly, asking you what's going on before jumping into any conclusions.

so you just know something's not right when he directly asks "why were you with leehan? you know how late it was? you shouldn't be out with boys that late at night" you first did not follow what he meant because it didn't make any sense, why was taesan out of all people questioning who you hanged out with or at what time you did it.

"we met up to watch a movie at his place but how did you even knew about that?" taesan clicked his tongue while he looked away from your questioning gaze, running his fingers through his hair before facing you again, "why shouldn't i know? is there anything you don't want me to know?" well what the fuck was he thinking.

you did not have anything against leehan but did taesan really thought you liked him? he was definitely not your type, and you thought your closest friend in college taesan would know that.

"why are you acting like this? did i do something to you?" but this was not flowing as a conversation when all you guys did was make question after question.

"do you like him? you should know he likes danielle"

"and i don't give a single fuck, dongmin, i'm pretty sure he likes her by the way he wouldn't stop babbling about it last night"

taesan was getting icky with the way you mentioned leehan: 'last night', 'at his place', 'why are you acting like this?' did you really have to ask? his eyebrows were so frowned and you could tell that he was thinking so hard about his next words, the way he opened his mouth and closed it again giving you the feeling of expectation he shattered when he finally spoke "i don't think you should be meeting him at his place, not that late, and specially not just the two of you. and before you excuse yourself by saying he likes danielle, that does not mean anything to a boy" he looked down on you a few times before he laughed a bit, looking around and thinking about how comical you may think this situation was.

because it was comically stupid, he was not even your boyfriend, he had a thing for you and even though he was very secure about his appearance, it was not on his plans to loose you if you didn't like him back for any reason. so he just stayed there, putting himself in the friendzone everyone frenetically wants to escape just so he could keep you close.

"aren't you going to say anything?" dongmin clapped back and you finally came back to your senses, this time you were the one laughing, crossing your arms in top of your chest and tilting your head.

"i really don't know what to say. but do you have anything to say to me?" at this point you knew, there has to be something behind his words, you needed to open your eyes and understand that taesan was NOT the type to be this direct, this talkative, this touchy, this friendly, he was not the type to carry your backpack when you were tired or buy you food just because you said it looked good, he was not the type to make random jokes and help you out with homework at his place while he looked at you with so much admiration that you could physically feel his gaze.

and he definitely was not the jealous type of person that would make this type of scenes just because you were their friend and they were worried about you going out too late to a boy's dorm.

"i just don't want you to see him again, can't you do those things with me? is it so hard?" you just denied with your head, running a hand through your hair before closing your eyes and letting a sigh out.

"you know you can just tell me if you wanna hang out with me, but as you never did i-"

"that doesn't mean i want you to hang out with other boys" he quickly stopped your words 'i just don't trust myself around you' were his next words, he couldn't hold himself from wanting to kiss you lately, but he stopped beforehand, just letting out a complain before grabbing his bag from the floor of your dorm and making his way to the door "don't mind me, i'm sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, i'll just go. goodnight"

but what taesan did not expect was your hand grabbing his black jacket and pulling down to make him stop, he looked at you, his back still facing you, his hand around the doornob and his eyes looking so sad yet expecting that it just made you feel some type of way that led you to say "can you stay the night?" he finally turned around to face you, looking so shocked and confused as he could be "i mean is late and i wouldn't mind some company"

"if that's the case then i think i should keep you company, right?" a smile ran through his lips, his eyes looking so bright and that little blush in his cheeks making him look like the most adorable boy you've ever seen, you looked down to notice you were still holding his jacket and instead of letting it go you just pulled him closer, both of your chests collapsing together and you could feel his breath growing faster and more nervous each second that went by.

and you really didn't know what you were thinking when you leaned forward and brushed your lips together as a form of asking for permission, permission that was granted when taesan quickly joined your lips in a sweet kiss, sweeter than you ever expected, specially with the recent argument you guys had, but it was better than anything you could've imagined.

he was so soft, so good at making your legs weak with a slow and warm kiss, his tongue poking your bottom lip and his right hand going up to your hair to get you closer to him, you stumbling with your own feet at the action but being carefully held by his other hand grabbing your waist after his bag fell to the ground. the kiss went on for a few more seconds, almost a minute, before you two pulled apart, you trying to look him in the eyes but he just looked at the ground because he was so ashamed :(

"dongmin?"

"you know i like you, right?" you just nodded when he looked up "well fuck, what gave me up?" you laughed, it was funny because you just realized during your kiss about his feelings, no one ever kissed you that way, with so much care and softness, he was so lovely that you just knew.

"your kiss was really sweet, you know?" and it was his turn to laugh, just looking back to the ground and then facing you to ask "so, what now?"

"well, you are staying the night, we can talk about it"

"we can't be friends after this, i can't, y/n"

"i never said we'll be friends"

and the night just went on, jealousy forgotten long ago and you two cuddling in the couch while you watched a random movie but it was truly just you two kissing all night :((

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this is my first taesan ask!! tysm, i hope y'all enjoyed 🫶

[leviscolwill]

ballroom extravaganza

pairing: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

summary: you always hated arguing with jude, but even more so when you're about to race monaco's streets (wc: 1,7k)

req: jude bellingham x f1 related f!reader ! (driver if u can or js a driver’s relative) where they argue before a match/race that doesn’t go really well + she crashes/dnf or he gets rlly hurt in a match

contents: jude is jealous, reader drives for mclaren w lando (sorry oscar my beloved </3), possible racing inconstancies (i can't drive to save my life), reader crashes (nothing too bad happens tho), gasly slander sorryyyy, language ??, quite angsty but happy (&fluffy) ending i swear

note: i didn't want to make either jude or reader 'the bad guy™' so i hope i didn't side with one more than the other writing the argument part :| i had so much fun writing it, so i hope you enjoy reading it (lmk by rb and giving feedback !!). finally, thank you for requesting anon,, i hope you like it 🫶

now playing: ballroom extravaganza by dpr ian (moodswings in to order)

"i'm just saying, i don't like the way he looked at you when he said that"

"you're being ridiculous jude, he's my teammate and i've known him for years."

jude had always been the jealous type, and you never had any problem with this, until now. he tried to tell you how lando was flirting with you when that's really just how he communicated. sure, he was kinda flirty at times, but he knew you were in a relationship and never crossed any lines with you. but jealousy seemed to get the best of your boyfriend in that moment.

"that's not the point y/n, i'm a man and i know what he meant when he said he'll take you to this 'perfect seaside italian restaurant if your boyfriend won't'. and you just stood there laughing." his voice was louder now, and you hated it whenever jude screamed, especially when those screams were directed at you.

"you're delusional... he didn't imply anything with that, he was only joking." you tried to reason your boyfriend.

"i still don't like it, i'm not asking you to never talk to him again, just make it clear you're-"

"but he knows that jude! i talk about you all the time, let's be serious for a second, come on." you laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation you were in, 45 minutes before the monaco grand prix fighting with your boyfriend in your driver room, it was probably the last thing you should be doing on a track where your focus was the most important thing.

you were always grateful whenever jude made time to see you racing because you knew how packed his schedule was. but right now, he was the last person you needed to see given the circumstances.

"jude, please just leave, i'm sick of fighting."

"i'm not leaving, we're having this conversation whether you like it or not." he said in a calmer tone, but it was too late, the damage was done.

"well, you're in my room right now and i want you out. i need to focus and you're not exactly helping right now."

"but we need to talk it out, i don't want you to go while we're fighting." you would have sworn his voice broke a bit when he ended his sentence.

"maybe you shouldn't have picked a fight with me then! maybe you shouldn't be here at all actually..." you practically whisper the last part and you immediately regret the words that came out of your mouth, knowing well you didn't mean them.

"okay then..." jude quickly gets up and you can't help but look at your feet, you can almost feel the sad look on his face.

"i love you."

you wanted to say it back but he closed the door with a loud bang before you could mutter any sound.

the only thing jude left behind was the faint smell of his cologne for you to think about what just happened and not focus on your race at all.

deep breaths. deep breaths were what you needed, you tried to shift your focus on your start, how you needed to get away from sainz, given how close he was to you. whenever your mind drifted off to the argument you had with jude, you found another thing to focus on before the race. the formation lap would start in a couple minutes, your focus needed to be on monaco's streets for at least an hour and a half, then you'll handle the rest later with jude, you always did.

the formation lap started and everything went perfectly well, you just had to wait for the red lights to turn off and you'll be gone, no more thinking, or overthinking.

"it's lights out and away we go in the streets of monaco."

perfect start, now you just had to race like you knew how to for 78 laps. nothing you couldn't do.

the first 46 laps went perfectly, you managed to overtake carlos' ferrari and pierre's alpine. everything went well, then you thought about jude, you knew he was probably still mad at you but you still hoped he was watching the race, waiting for you with papaya-coloured headphones. as your thoughts kept going you were about to get to the trickiest part of the circuit, mirabeau.

as your focus shifted back to your race, you forgot the most important thing, the biggest danger on track is the other drivers.

your brain barely had time to register the bright blue alpine trying to overtake you when there was clearly no space. next thing you knew, your head hit the cockpit. before you hit the wall at god knows what speed, you thought about how you didn't tell jude you loved him back, and how you hoped he was still aware of how much he meant to you in that moment.

pitch black, no sound at all, you couldn't feel anything for about thirty seconds because of the shock.

then everything came back. you felt the urge to move your legs around, they moved. perfect. then you felt like your position was unusual, you came to a conclusion on your own, your car was on its side. you didn't even get to think about getting out because you felt a horrible pain in your head, where it was hit you assumed.

and lastly, you saw the medics making sure you were okay, you moved your hand for them to understand the message. you were okay, they helped you out of the car, saying you would be taken to the infirmary.

you couldn't stop smiling, you felt terrible about the race and it was probably the biggest crash you ever experienced but everything was well, your family and friends saw you get out of the car safely, and you'd be able to tell jude you loved him. everything was well.

you had to answer the medics questions that made you feel like a 4-year-old: "what's your name ? do you know which day of the week it is ?" you knew it was for safety reasons but you absolutely hated it.

jude opened the door in pure jude fashion, loudly. you almost stopped waiting for him at that point but he was here finally.

he didn't even talk to you, words weren't needed. he just held you really tight even though you were still on the, very uncomfortable, infirmary bed. you felt his arms that were holding onto you shake as he kissed your hair.

"you have no idea how fucking terrified i was y/n." while jude had been to a fair few races with you, he'd never seen any big crashes, let alone involving you. yes, you could only imagine how scary that must have been for him, feeling powerless over the situation, you knew it all too well. you felt that way when jude was injured and you were absolutely helpless, of course you never wished for your boyfriend to ever feel that way, but here you were.

"i love you." you felt like it was the first thing you should say right now. "so so so much. i'm sorry for not saying it earlier." jude looked at you as tears started to form in your eyes, he quickly wiped them away and kissed away the sudden wave of sadness surging through you.

"and i'm sorry for getting mad at you, i shouldn't even have told you about it before the race, it was-"

jude was cut short when someone knocked and opened the door quickly after. pierre came in with a sorry look on his face, you heard he dnf after he damaged his car. poor thing.

"y/n, are you okay? i'm sorry about-" he started rambling with a french accent.

"i'm fine don't worry, just... can we talk about it later? you can come to our motorhome, they make great coffee there i swear." you tried to joke to lighten up the atmosphere, but it was still as tense as before.

if looks could kill, gasly would have died right here the way your boyfriend eyed him in silence, his gaze following the driver on his way out.

"what a fucking dickhead. how is he driving a whole f1 car? even i would do a better job than him i swear..." your boyfriend's pettiness amused you, even more so knowing that boy couldn't ride a bike without scaring the life out of you.

his features visibly changed and you knew he wanted to talk your argument out, as you were both calmer about the situation. but he didn't get the chance to speak a word before lando opened the door.

"what did that french hooligan do to my favourite teammate? that was a barbarian try at overtaking really." you laughed at your teammate being dramatic, as always.

"i'm fine, i think gasly needs prescription glasses though, i don't know where he saw the space there but i'm okay."

once again, you felt jude's eyes burning holes in lando's skull as he went silent, he quickly took the hint and left.

you couldn't help but burst out laughing at jude when it was just you two in the room.

"you need to stop glaring at people like that."

"i just don't like him." you took his hand as he looked at you, his look much softer than the one he gave pierre and lando.

"i only want you. alright? it doesn't matter how lando views me, whether what you think is true. he will never be you." you told him stroking your thumb on the back of his hand.

"i know that, i was just mad at how he acted with you. i'm sorry about that. i trust you, 100%. i just don't like how comfortable he was making these comments y'know."

"i get that, i'll make my boundaries clear with him, okay? let's not fight over silly things like that anymore."

jude softly grabbed your jaw and kissed you, you could tell you both needed this talk, and this kiss, to clear the air.

you pull out of the kiss first, suddenly feeling the urge to annoy him.

"you know... you look good when you're jealous, i might try that more often..." jude faked a serious face.

"if attention was what you wanted, you just had to ask love." he joked as you playfully hit his arm.

"just no more leaving without saying 'i love you' alright?" he asks before quickly kissing your forehead.

"never again."

[threepandas]

Your Biggest Fan: Part 3

When he first showed up, people scoffed. He wasn't the first to try and claim such a grand name, nor would he be the last. They mocked him. Made unknowing targets of themselves. Didn't realize just how SERIOUS the situation WAS.

They thought he was a joke.

Because, after all, how could ANYTHING related to the Quirkless be a threat? How could ANYTHING related to those they'd failed, dismissed, and abused ever come back to haunt them? What vengeance and anger could possibly fester there? Turning into something ugly. Something powerful and dangerous.

The Red Shoed Onryō was no joke.

He was every ugly buried sin crawled into the light. Vengeance where no justice would ever be found. The cruelty that returns cruelty's actions. The monster the that hunts and haunts the living.

And of course, like everything related to the Quirkless, the news buried him. Covered their eyes and ears, hoping he'd go away. Letting him run free.

Hero after hero, refusing to take the case. Because he's "not a REAL threat". As though his influence wasn't spreading. As though his power wasn't GROWING. Willfully BLIND! At every turn, it baffled and infuriated you. Did Onyrō have to STAB them first, for them to SEE?!

Worst of all? He was either kidnapping or KILLING Quirkless kids. The most vulnerable youth in this entire god forsaken, willfully blind, country! There were days when you loved your country. There WERE. It's one of the reasons you became a Hero! But some days? You wanted to BEAT THE BIGOT out of your countrymen.

Especially when, once again, you were looking down at... at tiny little red shoes.

God.

God, they were just a KID.

A little kid. Face to solemn. Eyes too old for such a young body. Parents who can't be bothered to even remember the last time they SAW their son. He was SIX. It burns you. Every child, dead or missing on this God forsaken case. It BURNS. Every SINGLE one of their neighbors saw the crimes here and did nothing. The teachers. Nothing. Their own parents! Nothing!

Another child failed.

Another set of tiny shoes collected. Because these BASTARDS don't deserve to keep them. And a cry in the nearest park.

Damn this so called Onryō. DAMN HIM! They were just kids! He... oh god, he was just a kid...

There's an awkward shuffling near your bench. Ah. Probably a kid. Smile, Gaurdian. You gotta remember to smile! They're kids. They don't understand, SHOULDN'T understand, that sometimes Heros lose...

C'mon. Be brave. Smile.

You raise your head. And... oh. Not a kid. They're all still playing, off on the distant play structures. It's the anxious, green, quirkless man. The one who was real scuffed up. He looks better. Nervous though.

"A..Are YOU okay?" He manages to choke out, before you can say anything.

You huff a laugh. Well, isn't THAT a turn of events? Guess he remembers you. Good to know you're making an impact, at least. And... maybe it's something about how he clearly so uncomfortable, yet braving through it to offer comfort. Maybe it's because he's the first person to ASK in... God, months? But you answer honestly.

No. No you're not.

You keep it vague, of course. Case file confidentiality and all that. But... the victims. Oh god, the victims. Quirkless kids. As though life wasn't shit for them ENOUGH. It makes you want to BREAK things. People.

He listens as you rage. Curse and weep. Mourn.

The list of names Onryō IS going to answer for. Even if you have to hunt him down alone. Drag him back by yourself. Because it's not ABOUT the fucking hair care commercials! It's about saving lives. And what's the damn POINT of it all, if it's not all in service of that?

...Honestly? Green guy is a good listener. Seems to hang off your every word. Really engaged. It's nice, after so long being dismissed and ignored at ever turn. So much so... that you do something you probably shouldn't. It's TECHNICALLY crossing a couple lines, professionally. And you WERE taught better.

But....

Well.......

Fuck it. You're kinda lonely, you know? Yeah, he's a fan. You "saved" him with some band-aids. But it's not like you REALLY saved him! That would be crossing a boundary, right? Right. This is... probably? Fine? Maybe you could get a friend out of it.

Hey. Green. Gimme your phone real quick.

You input your number. Send yourself his. There. Now you guys can chat. Don't go crazy okay? He promises. Looks super excited to have a friend. And... yeah. Yeah! You have a good feeling about this. Greenie's name is apparently "Izuku". And what you both need?

Is a friend.

[darkestspring]

“He takes Helaena and their three children and bends the knee to her in return for senya and the twins being kept away from allow this. “

- please please please would you give us an actual fic of this.

Show them living on dragon stone.

Show them arrive at dragon stone, Nyra is confused but welcomes them especially Senya obviously. Show them bend the knee

I need more of this. It would be so good and you would write is brilliantly as always.

- =]

Aegon's initial plan to run off to Essos with Senya had failed, ending him Aemond dragging him back while Criston carried the slumbering five year old Senya in his arms.

He didn't care if this had been his father's will (he doubted it. Was his mother finally cracking????? finally going delusional???? rhaenyra was the heir, not him.) he wanted to part in this succession. He didn't even want to be married to Helaena but after Senya, they were still trying to make it work, trying to be parents together instead of him ignoring her.

He wasn't going to take this lying down, not for one second. Not for Senya's sake. It took him a few weeks but he finally created a situation that required everyone's attention so he could slip away.

"Come with me-" Aegon barged into Helaena's room but she was already waiting with all three of their children and the cut himself off.

Sure, it was a little unsettling how Helaena knew things before he had the chance to utter them but this situation was urgent. He didn't have time to think about anything else but getting the fuck out of there.

"Alright, let's go now." Aegon urged Helaena forwards with a gentle guiding hand. "Take the twins on Dreamfyre, I'll take Senya on Sunfyre. It shouldn't take long to reach dragonstone."

Helaena nodded and picked up the twins as Aegon picked up Senya.

Rhaenyra was confused, last thing she heard, they were crowning Aegon as the new king, what a fucking joke, but here he was in front of her with Helaena and their three children but she held up her hand, stopping Daemon from moving forward.

Daemon looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately stopped as she wanted, standing behind her as he glared Aegon down.

Senya looked to be about their son, Aegon's age now. She was peering up at them as she waved towards them, still in Aegon's arms.

"Heard they were making you king. Is that why you are here. To proudly declare that you've usurped my throne." Rhaenyra stared coolly at her younger brother.

"I would rather have birds tear at my limbs." Aegon retorted and maybe he shouldn't have, maybe he should have been serious about this. But he didn't come here to fake niceties. He knew his sister hated him, he hated how much she was loved by their father but all he wanted was his family to be safe. "I'm not delusional, I know a farce when I see one. Father chose you when I was a babe, he never changed his mind."

"I already tried to flee once but I was brought back so, I ran here instead. I don't care about the throne, I never have. All i want is for my family to be safe, for Senya to not grow up in a place surrounded by war and terror." He grew up in peace, so he wanted the same for his daughter.

"I'll bend the knee, I'll do whatever you ask of me, as long as my family is safe."

Rhaenyra stared at Aegon for a moment even as he followed through, both Helaena and Aegon kneeling, Senya imitated her father, still not sure what's happening and the twins followed after their sister.

"I'll protect you, as your sister, and as your queen. You've knelt and shown loyalty to me, so I'll forgive whatever transgressions have been committed in the past." Rhaenyra beckoned Senya forward, not being able to hold back anymore and Senya rushed over and into her aunts arms.

Life was easy now, he no longer had to look over his shoulder for his brother or his mother and grandfather. Senya spent most of her day either playing with Rhaenyra's youngest children, Aegon and Viserys, or out looking at the flowers.

Aegon was just happy to still see the unfiltered happiness on his daughter's face.

[beforeastorm]

We used to be a proper fandom (not really)

I'm not going to link or reference directly, because the claims have not been verified to any reasonable degree, but I have watched 911blr descend into... something... over the last couple of days because of a situation(s) involving truly horrendous fics, homicide-this-character accounts, and some pretty intense accusations about who (both specifically and as a group) is culpable for those behaviors. And I have some thoughts.

(Under the cut, because I ramble).

Desensitization and Escalation: The fics/account/posts/tweets didn't happen in a vacuum. They're, unfortunately, a natural evolution of what's been happening for months (before anyone ats me, on both/either side). It starts small: I hate so and so, I hate so and so's fans; so and so is the worst, so and so's fans are the worst. People become desensitized to it and then you're primed to escalate. THIS IS CLASSIC SOCIAL CONDITIONING. From I hate them, to someone should enact violence on them, to they deserve that violence, to I hope they die, to they have to die, etc.

I literally saw a tweet that stated something along the lines of "RT if you think we shouldn't consider (ship stans) humans". I'm sorry why are we questioning folk's humanity? About a television ship? The tweet did very well. Tons of likes and RTs. Anytime someone called them out for it, they were told to lighten up and learn how to take a joke. That it wasn't that serious. Well, here we are, a couple months later, and shit has gotten pretty serious now, eh?

And the longer in-groups permit this behavior, at any level, the more the cycle continues. And yes, it does need to be in-groups holding their own to account. And that's not always calling them out - especially if they're not in your circle. And not that you shouldn't call out behavior from the other side, but also - let's sweep our own kitchens before we call someone else's house a mess.

And, to be frank: both houses are messy so don't even.

And let me clarify by what I mean when I say holding people accountable. Because Tim Minear, to my knowledge, has not made any of us 9-1-1 fandom police, nor appointed a fandom inquisitorial squad. So you don't have to proverbially yell at someone to hold them accountable, though if you think they're open to a dialogue - then go for it. You can also choose not to engage/reblog/like/repost bad content; you can unfollow them, even if they make really cool art or write otherwise awesome fics or have really insightful takes 95% of the time. You can make a counterclaim or disavow a bad take; if it's someone in your circle by all means have a developmental conversation. The (ship) fandom would never! Yes they would. So would (other ship) fandom, and even (third ship) fandom and I've actually never met a toxic Bathena fan so go off kings (/gn) but there's probably one out there somewhere. Liking a ship isn't a vaccine to toxicity. Toxic, damaged people exist everywhere. They've existed since the dawn of time. I don't want to accuse anyone of being naive, but really? All this line of thinking does is create blind spots where we allow bad actors room and space to fester. We can, and should state that there's no space for this in the (ship) fandom, and anyone behaving in such a manner will face appropriate social sanctioning, up to and including ostracization. But to just flatly deny the possibility that someone on 'our side' might be bad is irresponsible.

The remedy is suffocation, not to ignore it: I get that you don't want to, to use fire metaphors because it's 9-1-1 after all, feed the flames by engaging with bad actors and giving them attention. Unfortunately, when you ignore a fire, it can spread unchecked.

Suffocate that motherfucker (metaphorically) and grab the burn kits. Starve them out. Unfollow, block - warn your friends - offer care to any affected. If it breaks ToS - report it. YOU SHOULD RESPOND, but you can choose to respond in ways that don't give bad actors the attention they may be craving.

This act was perpetuated by (ship) stans! I feel like I'm in an episode of Scooby Doo. It's not bad (ship) fans, it's (anti-that-ship) fans PRETENDING to be (ship) fans to make them look bad and sow chaos? RIP OFF THE MASK! Was it Agatha all along?

I do believe that happens. I also believe that not every single take that makes your preferred ship/fandom look bad is from a double agent. All pure, immediate, unequivocal denial and accusation does is provide cover and perpetuate the rot in that ship space. Before we immediately accuse the other side, we should show up with some goddamn receipts. (I have yet to see receipts).

And listen, people don't need to like each other, or even agree, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO BE ABLE TO OPEN AO3 WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT STUMBLING ACROSS UNTAGGED CSA, ESPECIALLY FOR MY HOMIES WHO ARE SURVIVORS, BECAUSE SOME JABRONI WENT "SHIP WARS RAH RAH!" AND DECIDED THAT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA.

At the end of the day - fandom should be joyful. If your entire experience has been reduced to bashing another ship, bashing characters, starting rumors about other fans, complaining about other fans/ships/characters, impersonating fans of ships you're against, or infiltrating 'enemy territory' like you're some kind of spy and not some overworked, underpaid 21st century serf trying to exist under the crushing, existential weight of our capitalist hellscape whose main form of escaping said hellscape is our weewoo show blorbos? Be so for real right now. It's giving Regina George. Why are you so obsessed with them? Choose to engage with joy (or alternatively, choose to engage in really sad fics if you need a good cry because that is fair and also valid).

Stormy out ✌️

[spiralwriting]

Promises

(look at me being productive, woo hoo)

Promises should never be broken.

Despite the knots that tightened sickeningly in my stomach and the salty river that threatened to spill from my eyes with each passing second, that sentiment circled my brain, flashing like a neon sign.

No matter how much it hurt.

No matter how much I wish I could be anywhere but here.

A promise is a promise, no matter the pain it causes.

So in spite of the dread settling in my heart, I face the man I've come to visit- the man I promised to visit.

This is far from the first time I've sat on this decrepit old chair across from the equally uncared for table, but the white hot glare it reflects never ceases to scolded my eyes; exposing them to the ugly truth of the situation. A Truth I'd trade for anything: a miracle perhaps. A miracle I'd use to travel back in time, one I'd use to prevent this all from happening. How? I don't know, but I'm sure I'd find a way.

If only I had the chance.

Today is particularly grim, so grim in fact that I wish I hadn't even bothered rolling out of bed this morning. Although, I wouldn't miss today for the world, even if it causes me unparalleled amounts of agony.

I can't miss today, it might be my last opportunity to say goodbye, because I don't think I can bring myself to come back and face him if things don't end up going well.

"You didn't have to come today..." His voice, soft, yet tense. "I know this must be hard for you..." he feels it too, the pressure in the room.

Sighing, I shake my head, "No matter how I feel, today is important. I want to be here for you before shit goes down."

This afternoon, the final trial, the verdict. It's terrifying, but it's unavoidable. The gang has been together through thick and thin, today is no different. Currently, there have been no hints towards what might happen, so it's completely up in the air, which makes it that much more unnerving. Ashley is supposed to be giving a statement to the court, which is interesting, seeing as nobody had asked any of us to do so.

"Well I'm glad you're here," a small, feble smile spreads across his scarred face "I will admit, I was really happy when the guard told me you did end up coming."

I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face, knowing that I made his day a little brighter during this bleak time. "Good news for you then, I'm not going anywhere, love."

A yawn suddenly overtakes that smile, drowsiness swallowing my body. "You look exhausted," concern shadows his face "you haven't been sleeping right again, have you?"

I run a hand through my hair, averting my gaze to look at the dull concrete walls of the room instead of his rather unimpressed expression.

"Don't worry about it, just a couple of late nights." My eyes return to meet his, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"Mmhmm."

I can't help but laugh bitterly at his disbelief. I'm aware that he knows me far too well to fall for that blatant lie, and he knows it to.

"Let's be real here, the words 'sleep schedule' haven't been in my vocabulary since I was 12 and they released clumpy."

From the serious look on his face, he didn't appear to like my joke too much. "Has this whole thing been stressing you out? It's okay if it has, i understand that but it shouldn't stop you from functioning. You still need to take care of yourself-"

"Relax! It's nothing to do with this, it's just work n' shit." Lier.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He sighs in defeat, wether he believes me or not, he doesn't push further. "How have you been anyways? Up to anything interesting?"

I think for a moment, resting my head lazily in my hand, whilst the other traces imaginary shapes across the fridgid table. "No, not really. Life's been pretty boring since we lost most of the group." My eyes narrow "I spend most of my time working now, trying to get enough money to get myself a place." Head shifting to look at him once again, my hand stops and relaxes. "When I'm not working my ass off, I'm usually here." Or drinking my life away in the dark abis my room.

He sits back in his chair, tilting his head slightly, something I've always loved about him, even now, it's so... Cute. "When's the last time you spoke to ash?"

Mirroring his actions, my face falls in distain. "Not recently, that's for sure. I've talked to her about all this, but she's certain none of it is real, that were just deluded by childhood fantasies." A scoff falls from my mouth "So I haven't bothered with her."

"I know it's frustrating, she's expressed the same feelings towards me when she's been here, but you can't isolate yourself like this." He moves forward, holding his chained hand out for mine. I oblige. "You're gonna end up alone, and that's not what you deserve."

My grip on his hands tighten as I attempt to conceal my frustration, "I know, I don't want to end up alone, it's just so... Ugh!" Ripping my hands from his own, I rub my face, aggravated "I just don't understand how after everything she still doesn't believe us. After Larry, after Todd, after..." My gaze falters and falls to the table "... You."

"Her friends are getting hurt, and I don't understand how she just doesn't care." I burry my face in my hands.

After everything we've been through together, her complete disregard for anything I, or anyone else has to say, is pushing me to the edge. I know I'm not insane, despite what she might think.

"Don't say that," guilt consumes me at the somber tone of his voice "she does care, in her own way, she just... doesn't understand. She's still out friend, remember that."

I peek at him through my fingers, he's leaned forward again, brows knitted together and sad look in his eyes. He's hurt by her disbelief, I can see it, but like always, he sees the best in her, like he does with everyone. Like he did with me. He's so sweet, so kind, and I'm once again brought back to how. How could this happen? I believe him when he says he had no choice, but why. Why sal? Why the most genuine, most loving man on this earth? It's not fair.

But when has life ever been fair to him?

My head falls forward, hands dropping and hair covering my shameful face, "Yeah, sorry, you're right. I'm just frustrated, you know? It's hard to understand where she's coming from but... She probably feels the same way, huh?"

"Yeah, she does. Can't blame her, she was never as involved as we were in the cult."

The guilt falls away with the force of a waterfall, replaced with uncontrollable rage at the mention of the cult. They caused all of this. I haven't thought about, nor touched anything to do with it since the incident. Why would I when all it does it cause harm and heartache to those who get involved? As soon as this whole thing is over, I don't plan on sticking around long.

"Alright Mr. Fisher, times up." A guard saunters lazily into the room, looking at a sheet of paper. "you've got an appointment with Dr. Enon before your trial."

Blankly, I stare at the man that interrupted our conversation. The world around me begins to dissolve as I realise the time that approaches.

I rise to my feet, legs feeling numb, and as if I could collapse at any moment. My steps feel staggered as I make my way out of the melancholy room. In contrast to the dull, lifeless room I previously sat in, the seemingly endless halls are pristine, bright and somewhat less depressing. Though, it still feels devoid of life.

My body turns and takes a step forward towards sal.

"I'll see you in the court room, okay?" My hands caress his mask, fingers running smoothly across his scruffy hair. Guiding his face up, I lay the ghost of a kiss on his forehead, keeping it there for a moment. "I love you, Sal." A whisper, a secret, a promise, only for us to hear.

A relaxed exhale releases loudly through the holes of his prosthetic, head leaning against my chin slightly. "I love you too..."

"Come on, let's go!"

I glare at the guard overtop of the mop of messy blue hair, releasing his face and taking a miniscule step backwards. A smile sits painfully along my face as we say our farewells and I watch him turn and make his way down the hall.

I stand there for what feels like hours before he finally rounds a corner.

My face falls.

[greeeengoblin]

The nurses stood up after gathering their equipment. "They'll come to get you for your chemotherapy treatment at 2 PM. Since it's your first session, it may take about 6-7 hours... The patient might want to rest a bit beforehand." the nurse explained. Dick nodded. Despite Jason's age, the thought of him being hooked up to needles and IVs for such a long time was unsettling. Dick could already imagine Jason attempting to escape—most likely losing his patience within the first couple of minutes, his eyes turning green, the Lazarus energy exploding, and Jason going on a rampage in the hospital... Okay, that was a joke; he didn't really think that would happen, but something similar wasn't entirely out of the question.

Jason shot up from the bed. "6-7 hours??? I can't survive that long!" he exclaimed, clearly in disbelief, furrowing his brow and biting his lip. He looked at Dick, expecting him to say something. Dick had said he'd protect him. "Hey!... Are you listening to me?"

Dick averted his gaze and turned to the nurse. "Alright, is there anything else we need to do?" he asked politely. Jason narrowed his eyes, annoyed that Dick wasn't listening to him. He was the one who would have to endure up to seven hours of pain, and the thought was chilling. The blonde nurse Dick had been speaking with took a few medications from the other nurse and handed them to Dick.

"These medications should help prevent nausea, vomiting, and allergic reactions before the chemotherapy. Dr. Leslie informed me that various tests, including MRIs and CT scans, have been conducted. We'll provide further information about the chemotherapy based on the necessary evaluations."the nurse explained. Dick placed the medications on the dresser, keeping them in mind for later. Jason's anger surged—double, even triple, or quadruple. After the nurses left the room, Dick sat back down next to Jason.

"You said you'd protect me." Jason said.

"I'm protecting you from yourself."

Jason put his hand on his forehead, looking away and groaning in discomfort. He clenched his fingers together, feeling aggravated by the argument. The fact that it was true made it ten times more frustrating. "Ugh... This is my fault. I shouldn't have trusted you. I should have just run away from this hospital from the start."

Dick frowned. "You know you can't do that, and besides, you're sick. Your body isn't as strong as it used to be, and Bruce has put a lot of security measures in place to keep you safe."

"So, I'm back in Arkham?" Jason sneered, but there was no humor in his voice, only anger and frustration. He spoke with a slight sarcasm, expressing how much he despised the situation. Dick grumbled uncomfortably but didn't respond. Jason rolled his eyes and grabbed Dick's arm. "Come on... I'm begging you, help me one last time. I'd rather die than go through with this treatment..."

Dick's eyes shifted at his words. His little brother's request didn't surprise him. Dick sighed softly and stood up. He moved closer to Jason, taking his hand in his own and looking him in the eye with a serious expression. "You might feel that way now, but after the treatment, you'll feel better. You might even thank me. Everything will get so much better; you're just making things harder for yourself."

Jason quickly pulled his hand away. "I'm scared, damn it!..." He realized what he had said and withdrew. Dick was also quite surprised. He had never heard Jason admit to being scared, not even during his time as Robin.

[dingle-dee]

Hey serious callout time

Never thought I'd make this kinds post tbh

I first have to say please do not witch hunt, harass any of these individuals nor my account, I am only looking to inform you about the situation at hand.

If you try to witch hunt, dox or harass me you will be blocked. I do not condone any if that shit.

First of all must say this callout is about the recent AU appearing in the Pizza Tower Fandom called Asylum tower.

The AU compromises of peppino in a straight jacket commonly used to detain violent, unpredictable or malicious intending mentally unstable people, which on record has been used last in 1956. Peppino has a unamed mental illness similar to schizophrenia, psychosis and delusionry (despite the creator claiming he has none/unspecified*)

* which causes confusion with the straight jacket since if he wasn't mentally unstable why would he need a straight jacket

As someone who has experienced/ has had family who've experienced psychosis, delusionry and schizophrenia this is highly disrespectful and glorifying the aspect of Asylums and mental illness.

The creator has been harassed for these reasons exactly *either in a constructive or harsh way* but has either deleted all claims or come back in a non professional manner.

One of their posts which has now of today been deleted from their account had an untasteful way of handling the situation along with a disrespectful PTSD joke at the bottom.

I find it highly suspicious that someone would delete this covering up their distasteful way of handling things. And not actually point out the AUs many many problems

1. The term asylum isn't used anymore and is often associated with torturous conditions, unhealthy ways of coping and treatment and is only used in serious films/serious TV series and is glorified by hollywood. The term used now is mental clinic or just hospital in general.

The way they treat patients now is much better but from personal experience than I share with others and my family is it still torturous and brutal and half the time you end up worse or , worse case scenario the end doing suicide. So using this theming must be treaded lightly.

2. Straight jackets are no common place anymore and are mostly used In Hollywood as a way of dramatization of a scene in general and is a very unethical way of treatment. Using it for simple means like psychosis, delusionry or schizophrenia is like killing a thief for taking an apple. Unethical and a ill stereotype. In general not a fun cute wholesome thing and shouldn't be bounced around.

3. White padded rooms are are the stuff of movies and really padded rooms are torturous and not a fun thing at all that is not funny in a comic light that they re trying to portray.

4. The handling of this situation on the creators part is fishy at best, as I said one of their explanation posts was unprofessional and made a half baked joke that is honestly offensive. It seems like they are really try to play up the victim card here. I understand the feeling of being harassed since I have been under that light as well, I understand the stress but these posts/way of handling things from all parties has been a mess.

The creator has stated that some traits that the pulled are meant to be funny but they simply don't line up.

Claiming that a character isn't crazy but your clearly making them crazy in a straight jacket doesn't look good and is honestly doing the opposite for you.

Honestly these feel like cover up lies as well as dismissing the criticism given.

There's is nothing comedic about this au in its current stage, and honestly it should stay that way. The AU is distasteful all round.

People are dancing around this and making fanart similar to the clover kit situation. Only no one is acknowledging the larger image and only think at base value.

I'm pulling myself away now and anyone involved in the Asylum AU/ fanart chain please do some research/ please pull yourself away as well. This is not a quirky thing and never will be. If you condone this I'm not gonna block you but i will raise an eyebrow.

[kirkycurls]

What Do You Call...

Warnings: none, bad joke lol

You'd long since drained the last dregs of your cappuccino and had resorted to chasing the raindrops sliding down the window with your eyes.

Forty-five minutes you'd been sat in the corner while you watched your boyfriend pose and play, pose and play; get made up; hair primped and preened...forty-five long minutes that felt like four-hundred and forty five.

"Babe", you called half-heartedly.

Click. Flash.

You groaned, hopping off the stool Kirk had left you on earlier with a quick kiss on the nose as he'd slung his guitar around his torso and headed over to the opposite corner for what seemed like the millionth shoot this week.

A few steps closed the distance between you and your lovely model. Up close from this angle you could see the sheen of hairspray in his dark curls; smell the cologne he only ever wore for shoots.

Makes me feel extra sexy, he'd say with a wink.

"Babe", you tried again.

"Not now", he whispered through almost closed lips, not looking.

"And another one with the guitar held up, please", the photographer's rumbling voice instructed from behind the camera.

You wandered a little closer, taking care not to step across the line that marked the edge of the shot.

You sensed Kirk stiffen, less focused on the task at hand at the feel of your presence.

Click. Flash.

"I have something to tell you." No response.

"Psst, babe!"

Kirk cleared his throat, shifting his guitar and repositioning his feet as the photographer called more directions. You knew he knew you were toying with him. You did this every time he had to pose for photos and he secretly enjoyed it, no matter how much he tried to act the professional. He was still just a big kid who loved the thrill of mucking about when he shouldn't, and you were excellent at providing just enough pressure to a serious situation such as this—pressure that would eventually make him crack.

You liked to drag these things out so the result was extra satisfying, but today, bored as you were, you decided to cut to the chase, leaning in as far as possible without interrupting the shot.

"What do you call a dog that can do magic tricks?"

Kirk's moustache quirked.

"Keep it up. Yeah that's right, hold it straight up."

Click. Flash. Click. Flash.

You suppressed a giggle as you prepared to deliver the answer to your newest favourite joke. The tension coming off your boyfriend was growing with every second of delay...

"A labracadabrador."

The photographer stood up from his crouching position to observe the disruption, glaring at you like a possessive ex.

"I...can't...". Kirk threw his head back in laughter, his guitar shuddering under every amused muscle in his upper half. A devious smile crossed your lips as you watched him come undone by the corniest joke you'd ever heard.

You shot an apologetic glance at the photographer and stepped over the threshold of the shoot setup, holding Kirk's shoulder still with one hand and pressing a kiss to the crease in the corner of his eye.

"Always a pleasure with you", you whispered, smirking.

You sighed and turned to take up your previous spot on the stool in the corner, listening to the photographer attempt to calm your silly boy so he could finish his job. Little did he know the professional rockstar would not be returning, not today at least. He'd have to wait until next time, but of course then you'd have another joke, fresh, hot and ready to serve. You smiled at the thought. Can't wait.

[ckret2]

I don't really understand Bill's abilities. If I'm not mistaken, it was said that he knows lot of things because every image of Bill works like a camera through which Bill can observe this world.

And at the same time, he knows where long-forgotten treasures are buried and which lottery tickets you need to buy to win. And recently you said that Bill knows everything about humans, until the moment it is necessary that Bill did not know about something so that there would be a funny situation.

And also Bill can see the future. Is this how he was able to see where the treasure was buried and which tickets needed to be bought? Did he see in the future that a treasure would be found in some place, and tickets with such numbers would let somebody win money?

You don't fully understand Bill's abilities because they haven't been fully explained. It's on purpose. He's a mysterious guy with secrets and he doesn't sit around thinking about how his own abilities work. However, I've shared what you need to know in order to understand as much as you're supposed to about what he's done so far.

Yes, he knows lots of things because he's been spying through his eyes on earth for millennia. This is based on semi-canon info: Bill states this in the Bill Cipher AMA. ("JUST DRAW MY FORM ANYWHERE IN YOUR HUMAN WORLD- EACH IMAGE OF ME ACTS A PEEPHOLE FROM MY DIMENSION TO YOURS.")

He knows where long-forgotten treasures are buried because "long-forgotten" means the last human who knew is dead. He's not a human, he was around when it was buried, he knew about it at the time.

HOW he knew isn't explained because it isn't necessary—it's supposed to be weird and impressive that he knew and that he flung it out so casually—but it isn't hard to think up logical reasons: buried treasure has a whole lot of money in it, I'd think a few of those dollar bills could have been luckily angled to watch the treasure-buriers while they were drawing up the treasure map for where they planned to bury it. Or maybe the chest they used had an Eye of Providence on the iron lock and it could see where it was carried. Or maybe one of the people who buried it was wearing an Eye of Providence brooch. Doesn't matter. What does matter: if Bill knows about something old, it's because he has known about it.

When he's looking at the lotto tickets, his eye is bleeding and Mabel says he's looking into a higher dimension. Other places (definitely chapter 29, I don't recall if any of the other upcoming references have been posted yet) state that Bill can see into higher dimensions, which lets him see through solid objects (such as walls), but doing this makes his eye hurt/bleed. Therefore: he's looking through a solid object—the scratch-off surface—to see if the cards have winning numbers. This wasn't explained in chapter 20 because you're supposed to go "how tf did he do that," that was the goal.

"And recently you said that Bill knows everything about humans, until the moment it is necessary that Bill did not know about something so that there would be a funny situation." <- Now this here is what we call a joke about the writing process. I am not literally stating that Bill's powers are supernaturally controlled by the concept of comedy. I'm stating that, as a writer trying to craft an entertaining narrative, sometimes my decision to include a line is based less on "does this hold up to rigorous scientific & logical scrutiny given the internal rules we have constructed for this universe?" and more on "is it funny enough to balance out the fact that it's a little bit implausible?" I won't fully violate the rules of his powers solely for a gag, but sometimes it just ain't all that serious.

Here are Bill's 'sees/knows things he shouldn't' powers based on what has thus far been shown in the fic:

Knows a lot of random stuff; they're among the Lots Of Things he's observed over the millennia. This is based on semi-canon info.

Can (occasionally) see into "higher dimensions," which lets him see through solid objects, at the cost of pain and a bloody eye.

Can (constantly) see into the future; full extent yet to be explored in fic, but it's at least a few minutes. Please note that every time this has happened where we see it from his perspective, he LITERALLY SEES the future, visually, with his eyeballs. As in, he looks at the place where something is going to happen, and sees it happening there. (Places he's observed the future just off the top of my head: ch 2, 7, 18, 20, 27, 28, 34, 35—there may be others I've missed.)

Can see & hear things in the mindscape (ex: Dipper's ghost floating around) that other people (ex: Dipper's whole family) cannot

Can see in the dark (explicitly confirmed in ch 34 but he regularly hangs out in the dark startling people—ch 15, 20, 24, 26, 32)

[autumn-foxfire]

More Sera content!! Because they didn't just want to do an intro for her, we get to see more of her!

Sera is here to collect her wife from the awful hands of her actual love interest!

Ah, there is the one thing I don't like what Gosho does with Sera... he makes everyone comment on her breasts because she's flat chested which fuck you Gosho, breasts come in all shape and sizes, the only reason Sera should be talking about breasts is because she has an interest in Ran's. I probably shouldn't have made a joke there because this is actually a serious issue I have with Gosho's misogyny.

ANOTHER GREAT THING ABOUT SERA.

If Shinichi was here, he'd coddle Ran and treat her like she would be a hindrance and then do the "oi-oi" face when she proves she's not but Sera immediately recognizes Ran's strength and directs her on how they can take down the criminal together.

But when the situation takes a more dangerous turn, that's when she goes to defend Ran from the harm.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Get jealous Shinichi, Sera in less than one episode has shown us how much more she actually respects Ran as a person than you have in the last 600.

Sera is so goddamn smart T-T Why didn't you introduce her sooner Gosho?

That hack is an inspector because of you, Shinichi.

Sera once again diving in front of Ran to protect her. She's like: I've just met Ran but if anything happened to her I'll kill everyone in the room and then myself.

The kids: Conan is committing identity fraud again (except this time he isn't)

Ai: Yep and it's time for you guys to go to bed.

If the kids know he does this often, they've probably figured out that Shinichi is the one who mimics Agasa's voice (they saw him do so even) and solves the cases but just don't question it. Honestly that would be hilarious.

Sera, I can't love you anymore than I already do but you really want want me to love you more.

They don't need to drag out these episodes by repeating the info we just learned last episode. I remember.

Sera understands Shinichi better than Ran does T-T

Shinichi and Ran caring about the life of everyone, despite who they are, is very admirable but one day they're going to encounter a criminal that can't be talked down and that won't stop until they're dead. Sera was just trying to save their lives because having a brother as a sniper she would know this lesson very well, what Ran did was stupid and could have gotten them all killed.

It should be the last resort but at this point Shinichi had shown no sign of being able to talk the criminal down and Sera was just doing what she thought was right.

It's nice that despite this, Sera is still just thinking about Ran, and how she would feel if Shinichi's actions got two people killed in front of her.

And again Sera trusted Ran to help take down the criminal together because they're a beautiful couple. The way they both used the advantage Shinichi gave them, that small moment, to act without even needing to speak was glorious.

Hanging up the phone to the girl you "like" is so normal of Shinichi to do.

Sera keep flirting with Ran!

[multishipper-baby]

Freddy & Fred Week Day 7: Last Day of School.

Summary: Freddy goes into surgery. Whoever comes out is, decisively, not Freddy. FHS: Farewell Despair Highschool AU.

The Hope's Peak executive is already waiting for him the moment he leaves class, watching from afar as he says goodbye to his friends. He's staring directly at him, with such focus that it's almost scary, urging him to rush even if he doesn't want to. He'd been informed that the project could take a while until it's finalized, and he wants to have a proper farewell before abandoning his class.

They'd already told him not to speak about it, though. It's a classified experiment, one not yet ready to share with the public, and most of his classmates have a tendency to run their mouth- there's an understandable worry that they'll leak the information, either on accident or out of a misguided effort to avoid letting him take part in the project.

After all, brain surgery is no joke. Even in such capable hands, he can't deny being scared, too.

"Your mother came to sign the waiver this morning, so now everything is ready for the operation" The man informs him when he approaches, showing him a copy of the document. He starts reading it, but the man pockets it before he has the chance to get far in it "Because of the secretive nature of the project, as of today, you'll be considered expelled as an explanation for why you won't be attending class from now on."

"Won't my friends ask questions if I get expelled without doing anything?" He asks, wondering what the excuse would be. He'd rather not have his classmates think of him as a troublemaker.

"Yes, but that's not our problem. We don't divulge student's information unless it's court ordered- they can think up their own reasons for your expulsion."

Such a thought makes him uncomfortable. He didn't want any rumours about him spreading around, and it wasn't very fair to his friends, not knowing what happened to him. How would they feel when they tried to reach out to him over the phone and got no answer? Would they worry? They didn't deserve that.

Perhaps he could send a text to the group chat now, warning about his disappearence. He'd already written a few versions and saved them in his notes app, agonizing over how much to say and what excuses to give, but hadn't yet sent anything. If he said something before, they'd try to get more information out of him, and he'd never been great at keeping secrets.

There wasn't any time left for another rewrite, though. If he didn't send the message now, he'd never get the chance to send it.

The executive glared at him as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but didn't stop him, merely keeping an eye on what he was doing- probably making sure he wouldn't talk about anything he shouldn't or try to back out last minute.

Quickly reading over his options, he settled on the last draft he wrote, not wanting to waste time rewriting yet another version.

< hey guys! i'll be gone for a few months for surgery. dw tho, it's nothing serious! but i probably won't have my phone on me to talk :( see u guys soon! >

Was that a good final message? He wasn't sure. Maybe the exclamation points were a little too much, or the tone was too casual for what was supposed to be a serious announcement. Or perhaps keeping it casual was better? Being too formal could scare them, make them think the situation was worse than it actually was.

They were getting close to the operation room. Bitting his lip, still unsure, he finally pressed send on the phone and pocketed it, ignoring it when it vibrated slightly. Someone must've read his message already, but there wasn't any time to check the responses.

A few men in lab coats were moving around the room, all circling around an odd pod full of cables, big enough to fit one person. It didn't look anything like he expected an actual surgery room to look, but that could have to do with the experimental nature of this surgery. For results as crazy as he was promised, one couldn't expect the same level of technology that normal brain surgery would require. This was Hope's Peak Academy they were talking about- everything they did, they advanced on.

"You need to change into a hospital gown before the operation" One of the doctors informs him, signaling a room off to the side for him to undress.

He'd never worn a hospital gown before, and doing so now did nothing to calm his anxiety, but he knew it was necessary. The executives in charge of the project had explained it in detail when they first approached him for the test, how he'd need to be hospitalized for a while as they kept working on his talent, how his body would need to adapt as well as his brain. It wouldn't be a quick or easy process.

The man who escorted him there is waiting for him as he exits the changing room, taking the clothes off of his hands along with his phone, before hurrying him to go towards the pod.

The doctors talk amongst themselves as he gets situated, before one approaches with a needle. And then, the world fades to black.

-

Many things fill his mind once he's awake enough to analyse his surroundings: there are many people all around him, many of which are armed. Besides those directly in his line of sight, there's also a one-way mirror (how he knows it's a one-way mirror, instead of a normal one, he's not sure yet) on the wall, suggesting there might be others observing him. Medical equipment surrounds him, and he's wearing the sort of clothing a patient would wear, but doesn't seem to be in a hospital.

He doesn't know what his name is. Why doesn't he know that?

The men around him take a step back as he hoists himself up, trying to remain upright even as his legs shake. He's unsure of whether he should be walking right now, but nobody moves to stop him or says anything, so he assumes it must not be a problem.

Without any explanation or signs of what to do, he decides to focus on the mirror, getting closer to it so he can properly examine his appearance. Perhaps that'd give him a clue.

Messy brown hair, reaching down to his shoulders, with a medium skin tone. A scar that reached all across his forehead, covered in stitches, as if it'd just been closed. Grey eyes, with a black sclera. Bony cheeks, which suggested he might be underweight.

He doesn't remember having this sort of appearance- why? Had he looked different, before? In what ways?

One the doors in the room opens, and an older gentleman enters, wearing a suit. The man sends the doctors a glance before smiling, taking a few steps towards him with unending confidence.

"It's good to see you awake. We were worried you wouldn't make it pass those last few surgeries" He says, voice kind and gentle, but there's something off about it. The man is not to be trusted, he's sure of it "We have a few tests for you, now. If you succeed, then we can progress to the next part of the project."

He's not sure what the project is about, or what will happen to him if he fails, or why he needed multiple procedures to awake, but the man is already out the door before he can even open up his mouth to ask.

With no other option given, he moves to the door, and follows. Perhaps he'll get an answer soon.

[weareweirdpeople]

I keep getting allianated because I don't fit in, even in the neurodivergent sense.

I just realized that one the reasons I've kept getting made fun of in groups for my whole life pretty much is that I am more "visibly autistic" then people feel comfortable with. That and my wild trauma and lack of ability for socialize with kids my age.

Ive been told by my autistic friend that I have the "autism accent", I "speak like a 5 year old". My autistic friend saw me stiming because I ate spicy food and really liked it and asked if I had never had spices before and made it about me being white. (I am not even fully white tho like kdmdndweree but anyways) and she made me feel weird about it.

Im not good at reading tone. Im not good at telling sarcasm. I'm not good at socializing as a whole. Even while in a group where everyone was neurodivergent of some sort (2 people with adhd and a different autistic friend who will be referred to as S) They still made me feel weird.

They chose to wait till some of the last days of school to tell me how annoying they thought I was, that they shouldn't have heard S out on me entering the group. Theat they made fun of how I speak. That im just plain weird. One of them kept implying that they never stopped making fun of me and no on disagreed. They would tell me not to call myself autistic because I hadn't be diagnosed even though that's barley an option for me and they know it, but they had no issue with criticizing how I interact socially. Telling me I need to introduce them to my new friends so they can tell me if they are good people or not.

My other friend compares me to a 5 year old or an animal a lot. I constantly feel like a bad person for showing any not situational "appropriate traits" but I don't know how to not show them. I have spent my whole life being unable to socialize properly. Until 5ht grade did I have a friend who didn't constantly tell me how weird I was. Who treated me like a person and not an entertainment accessory.

My ex just straight up sexualized my "cute and innocent" traits and told me to get rid of my "bad traits". He never wanted me to be near him in school. He never wanted me near his friends. He wanted me to be a secret for him. He didn't like being near me unless we were alone or it was a sexual conversation. He constantly treated me like this naive stupid little thing. Everyone treats me like a naive stupid little thing.

I get pissed off at offensive shti and social injustice. My friends call me sheltered and soft and sensitive. I'm not sheltered. I didn't get the opportunity of being sheltered. I just don't find racist jokes funny at all. I just don't find using slurs you can't reclaim funny at all. I just don't find shit that everyone can't laugh at funny. Its only funny to me if everyone can laugh at it and enjoy it. I aparently don't understand how jokes work. Maybe thats because the only "jokes" I know in my very neurodivergent family involve word play or spontaneous bullshit.

The jokes I learned at school involve me being the joke. The joke is how weird I am. People like them so sometimes I lean into them a little. I don't comment on if it actually does make me feel bad. But then they don't like it. Then they say I'm weird and uncomfortable to be near.

They tell me I need to be super understanding and Empathetic if someone shares something serious with me. I need to emphasize their feelings and make them feel better. But then the 2 times I actually needed support both times I was told "ehh, I've heard worse." "Its not that bad." "Yeah but you probably weren't bullied as bad as we were".

I can kinda understand the last comment given the context. 2 of the friends, including S were talking about bullying we've felt with. S is physically disabled and autistic and the other friend is also physically disabled and fat. I am also physically disabled but its invisible. I am also autistic. I can understand them assuming that I didn't deal with much.

It just doesn't feel good when thats every time I have a problem. Its always "well it probably wasn't to bad, your sheltered".

They made jokes about their trauma to and infront of me despite me not knowing them too well, so I did the same. But im bad when I do it. I'm too blunt. I'm weird. My trauma is weird. Its weird to even mention that stuff.

Im weird or something that needs to be contained if I stim. Im weir dand bad if I don't understand social cues and context. Im weird and stupid for having reading issues. Im dumb for not understanding "normal things" sometimes. I mean as they straight up called me stupid and dumb to my face.

I struggle with changes in my plan. I keep crying more often over things that shouldn't be cried over. Sometimes I stim when im really upset at home and my dad used to get upset at me for not controlling myself. Maybe I used to have autistic meltdowns at school, I don't even know. I already had so much trauma and everyone at that school scapegoated me anyways. I used to crawl under tables and scream or yell when I got upset and overwhelmed but maybe that was trauma. I don't know.

My family thought my male cousin was autistic. Not me though. It couldn't be me with weird speaking patterns who had to be put in speech therapy as a toddler because my mom was the only one who could understand even 50% of what I said. Not me who has constantly held better conversation with random adults than kids my own age.

Not me whos been a very very picky eater my whole life. Not me whos always been sensitive to loud sounds and a few textures. Not me who can't sit still or focus for the life of my but can tell you everything I know about teenage mutant ninja turtles non-stop sense I was 4. Not me, because im just a weird traumatized girl who's just sooo smart and needs to be challenged more. Only recently has the fact that I either need glasses or might by dyslexic had come up.

This isn't even on tract with the original point but qhat im trying to say is that there have been so many ignored signs of me being autistic because of me being a "girl" and even with other autistic people I get alienated for having said traits.

One of my friends told me that one of the reasons people dont like me if because I act "quirky". Well fucking excuse me. These same people are like "we understand people who joke around to cope with their issues" until its me. My bad. I didn't know everything applied to people other than me. My mistake.

I'll just let you keep calling and treating me like a fucking dog while shutting up about the fact that you randomly punch me as a greeting from behind with no apology or care for if it hurts or not. Ill just shut up until you tell me at the end of the year that im STILL ANNOYING APARENTLY, EVEN THOUGH IVE TRIED MY BEST TO FOLLOW YOUR RULES ON HOW I SHOULD BEHAVE. MY BAD FOR SAYING IM AUTSIC WITHOUT A DIAGNOSIS. ITS NOT LIKE MULTIPLE OF MY TEACHERS, THE SCHOOL PSYCOLOGIST, MY PARENTS, AND MY THERAPIST ALL SAY THERES AT LEAST A FUCKING CHANCE OF AUTSIM. MY BAD FOR EVER HAVING EMOTIONS ABOUT SOCIAL JUSTICE OR POLITICS THAT AFFECT ME AND MY LOVED ONES.

But its fine for you to fake claim people. Its fine for you, a trans person to make rules about who is trans or not. Its fine for you to make me really uncomfortable with that type of shit and for me not to say anything for your comfort. "You need to learn to just go with something you don't like and not say your opinion" I do that. I do that every single fucking day.

Its just that even with all the energy I have to put into trying to be normal, to focus on my work, to shut up so my friends can at least get their work done, to even with a modified schedule struggle to have my shit together, I STILL CANT FULLY PASS AS ALLISTIC. I DONT EVEN PASS FOR NEUROTYPICAL. EXCUSE ME FOR NOT WANTING TO DO THE PLEDGE OF FUCKING ALLIGENCE, AND THEN CALLING OUT THE TEACHER ON THE FACT THAT SHE CANT FORCE ME TO DO THGMAT WHEN SHE TRIED TO MAKE MW RE DO IT.

I guess I can't ever have opinions near people. Or be myself around people. Or be myself fully at home. Or talk about the things I like freely. Or exist without constantly having to put in effort to try to fit in even a little. Screw me for being born I guess. I'll try harder next time to make you more comfortable I fucking guess???

I don't know how to fit in and even around other autistic people I'm a freak.

It really hurts.

[unclewaynemunson]

Time for the Wingman Wayne AU - Ronance Edition pt7! Only one more to go after this one :’) - Read from the beginning | or on ao3

As soon as they get out of the car, Robin realizes she made a colossal mistake. She should never have come here in the first place. Why did she let Eddie and Steve talk her into this?

It doesn't seem like her date has arrived yet, but none other than Nancy Wheeler is sitting on the tea garden's terrace, some fifty yards away from the parking lot. Even with her back towards them, she's looking like she came straight from a fairytale: her curls are shining golden in the sunlight, she's wearing a fluffy pastel purple cardigan that looks like it's made of the softest wool in the whole universe, and the backdrop of fields filled with flowers blooming in all kinds of colors makes the whole sight so goddamn perfect that it makes Robin want to cry right then and there.

With a whole lot of effort, Robin manages to tear her eyes away from the girl and grabs Steve's arm to get his attention because she would very much like to get out of here before Nancy will notice them standing in the parking lot.

'Steve!' she says in a sort of panicked hiss, emphatically nodding towards the place where Nancy is sitting. 'We need to get out of here!'

He gives her a weirdly tense smile. 'Surprise,' he says, in a thin voice.

Robin feels her jaw drop, unable to do anything but gape at him for a couple of seconds.

'What-' She can't manage more than that one word, for once in her life completely dumbstruck.

'She's your date,' Eddie clarifies. 'Steve was worried about you because you were being so sad and mopey all the time, so I may have slipped and told him about how you couldn't get over Nancy.'

'And I want you to be happy, Robbie,' Steve adds. 'I swear it's not a problem for me. You shouldn't feel guilty about who you like.'

'Steve –'

'I'm serious,' he says, his eyes piercing into Robin's. 'I actually met up with Nance last week and we talked a lot of things through. It was a good bit of closure for both of us. And she told me that she's been struggling to get you out of her mind over the last few weeks, as well, so...' He shrugs kind of awkwardly. 'You should go for it. Please.'

Robin stumbles forward to give him the tightest hug possible, burying her face in his shoulder as he grumbles something about her crushing his bones.

'Thank you,' she says. Then, she pulls back and takes a long moment to look at him, searching for something in his face.

'Are you absolutely sure about this?' she asks him.

She doesn't find any of the disastrously-bad-idea indicators that she's looking for; the only thing she sees on her best friend's face is a genuine smile.

'Hundred percent,' he says, as earnest as can get. 'C'mon, go say hi to her. I figure you'll wanna catch up with each other, go take that walk she wanted to take you on. We'll be waiting for you here while stuffing our faces with scones.'

Robin grins, then takes a deep, shaky breath in an attempt to calm her nerves. And with a salute towards both boys, she walks up to the girl who's still patiently watching over the fields.

'Hi.'

Nancy looks up. She's looking even prettier than Robin remembered, with a slight blush on her cheeks and long lashes framing those beautiful wide eyes of hers. And when she locks those eyes with Robin, a shy smile appears on her face.

'Hi,' she answers.

It feels awkward, to be standing there in front of her, and Robin doesn't really know what to do with the situation.

'I was supposed to meet a blind date here,' she says. It's a poor attempt at a joke, but it still manages to get a chuckle out of Nancy – a chuckle that makes Robin's heart stutter because of how genuinely delighted it sounds.

'Do you know her name, this time?' Nancy asks.

'No, the boys didn't bother to tell me. But apparently she wanted to take me for a walk. Romantic, right?'

Encouraged by Nancy's gorgeous smile, she stretches out her hand. And when Nancy takes it to pull herself up from the bench, every single thought in Robin's brain disappears. She automatically pulls back when Nancy is standing, but Nancy only tightens her grip and intertwines their fingers with each other. Despite the warm sunshine, her hand is cold against Robin's skin. But it's the good kind of cold. It sends a chill down her spine that makes her feel like something that has been slumbering inside of her for years is finally being woken up.

She lets Nancy guide her onto a path leading into the woods, and shoots a quick glance over her shoulder towards Steve and Eddie, who are still standing near the car and shamelessly staring at them with exactly zero subtlety. Robin gives them a tiny wave and Eddie winks at her.

'You're really lucky to have them as your friends,' says Nancy while they let the trees shield them from any probing gazes.

'Yeah, I know. Steve's like, super annoying sometimes, but he's also the most selfless person I know. That's why I was so afraid of hurting him, you know.'

Nancy squeezes her hand. 'Me, too,' she answers. 'I already hurt him so much.'

When Robin gazes down upon her, she sees this guilt-ridden look on her face; she wishes she could take that face in her hands and kiss that look away.

'It's not like you could help it, right?' she says quietly. Steve had talked about it often enough for her to know that it wouldn't be fair to blame Nancy for falling out of love with him. Those things were sad and painful, of course, but it wasn't exactly anyone's fault. Okay, maybe Nancy could've told him a bit more gracefully and not while she was drunk off her ass at some party without remembering anything of it the next day – but Steve even went as far as to claim that it made him a better person, in the end.

'Well.' Nancy flinches a little bit, her mind probably wandering to the same place as Robin's. 'Part of me thought I got exactly what I deserved when you told me we couldn't keep seeing each other.'

'Like some sort of punishment?' Robin asks.

'Yeah, I guess. I couldn't believe my ears when Steve reached out to me last week. But it was surprisingly good, to reconnect. And to actually talk about how shit went down between us. To properly leave it behind us.'

They keep walking in silence for a while, but it's not an uncomfortable one. It feels like with every step, they both get to direct their minds a bit further away from Steve and closer to themselves, to each other. To figure out together what this all means for them.

'So, what now?' Robin finally dares to ask.

There's a mischievous glimmer in Nancy's eyes when she looks up at Robin. It's a glimmer that Robin hasn't seen in there before, one that makes her breath catch, makes her heartbeat quicken, makes her want to do all sorts of things that'll ensure that it will never disappear.

'Well,' Nancy says, suddenly stopping in her tracks. 'We can either continue walking or skip right to the good part, now that we're here anyway.'

And that's all Robin needs to push Nancy against the nearest tree. She lets her hands wander over Nancy's slim waist, feels the touch burning under her palms, and then slowly leans down to press her lips against Nancy's.

Nancy’s lips are much warmer than her hands. They taste like mint and strawberry and they feel like coming home after a long day.

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[animeyanderelover]

Hi Can I Order a Request for Naruto, Yandere Samui Hcs, I wish she had a little bit of a spotlight. Please

God, I always get suprised when people ask for people from the big Naruto cast that were featured in only few episodes. Naruto has a lot of characters though so I'm on the other hand not really shocked anymore.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, stalking, obsession, manipulation

Yandere Samui Hc's

⚪️Literally no one knows that Samui has fallen in love with someone and the lady herself doesn't even seem to realize this at first. Surprisingly enough she herself doesn't take notice of her romantic interest either despite her rather observant and perceptive personality. Her overall stoic expression and the fact that she isn't very talkative give people like her darling such a hard time to read her in the first place and with no one to tell her about her feelings, Samui has to figure everything out on her own. She knows that she cares but doesn't think of it as romantic when her eyes always go to you when you enter the room or how you pop up at the most random and critical times in her head. What can be mentioned though is that she has a great amount of self-control and never does anything unnecessary which is why she's someone who flies with her obsession perfectly under the radar.

⚪️She has a great memory when it comes to her darling and mixing that with her overall serious and mature attitude, she is rather effective when it comes to manipulating her darling. You know she's never joking about anything so when she tells you something, you're bound to listen to her and give her words some thoughts. It's all about the timing too and Samui is scarily accurate to manipulate you slightly when she knows that you're emotionally in a position where you're bound to take her words seriously. It isn't like she's super-manipulative or anything but she's definitely good in moments she does. Unable to express her feelings in words or acting in the beginning at all on them, she's mostly observing you from the distance at first. Once she knows of her true feelings, she knows that she will has to do something.

⚪️The very thing that ends up giving her hints about her real emotions towards you ends up being unironically enough her jealousy. Tracking down Samui's jealousy is overall difficult since she doesn't change her facial expression. In fact she just stands at the sidelines at first and watches simply because she doesn't want to act on impulse and potentially embarrass herself. At first the woman is additionally confused about the sour feeling bubbling up inside her stomach when she sees other people being affectionate around you or you being really sweet to someone. She waits it out in most cases simply to see how the situation will develop before she suddenly steps, in most cases startling you and your companion since neither of you noticed her before. She musters your companion with a slightly more pointed stare and might deliever a short jab with her cold words if they did something that especially annoyed her.

⚪️I don't see her as the kind of person who would kill people left and right for the pettiest things, she is someone with great responsibility and far too self-restrained. The Raikage sees Samui because of her mature personality as capable and trusts her a lot so that's one thing to consider. Samui isn't one who lets emotions get to her head either, an infuriated Samui is cold and calculating, observing and yet careful to find the best move to make. Killing or hurting someone deadly are her last resorts but that shouldn't mean that opponents should underestimate her. In most cases sharp warnings are sufficient enough to keep someone away who is tormenting her darling.

⚪️Ignoring the fact that she needs eternities to confess to you in a rather blunt and not exactly romantic way, Samui isn't forceful at all. Occasionally you might be treated with her scolding since she can be rather stern when you did something rather foolish she thought you'd know better not to do. Otherwise she doesn't restrict you or feels the need to observe your daily life that closely since she gives you the benefit of her full trust. Kidnapping you would come with too much problems and risks in her mind so she refrains from it for those reasons already.

⚪️Her darker side doesn't establish fully unless you would try to leave her or unless someone is out for your head in which case you realize why the Raikage sees her as such a skilled and capable shinobi. She's ruthless and persistent but never gives you or an opponent the pleasure of seeing her cracking. It's usually the complete opposite because she's the one who stays calm and watches her target slowly losing it because of her. Samui doesn't make big news out of it when she's in a relationship with you and isn't much affectionate in public so it ends up surprising her brother, her teammates and the Raikage when they figure out through you that she's your girlfriend.