#Damned if we have kids damned if we don't have kids

[yanderedrabbles]

Letter from your Yandere Valentine

You. You. It's always been you. Tempting, treacherous you.

God, I hated you at first. Always so pretty, so put together, so fucking alive. You had it all - the friends, the good grades, the effortless charm.

Every damn day I would spend hours imagining what it would be like to have just one day in your body. Just one day where I could be... perfect. Or as close to it as one person can get. You don't get it. You've never had to long for something as much as I have. Never had to be the loser, the kid at the back of class, the one person without a Valentine's card in their locker.

I know you had your own problems too. But it's total bull to say all problems are created equal. What did you have to worry about? Denting daddy's Mercedes?

I hated you. But... I wanted you. I still want you.

We ended up at the same college. I don't think you know that. Thousands of undergrads, why would you notice me? Even if we did go to high-school and elementary together, I was probably just a face in the back of your mind. As unnoticeable and unimportant as any background character.

I thought college would dim your sparkle somehow. Maybe you'd be one of those people who peakin high school and then it's all down hill from there. Chain smoking and cheap liquor and payday loans. I wanted that, honestly. To see you ripped down.

But no. You thrived. Had the picture perfect college experience. When I was stuck working two jobs to cover my tuition, you were studying in some fancy café and going out every weekend. When I was so haggard with stress that I could barely see straight, you were at pilates or out hiking or lounging in a sauna.

How is that fair? Hmm? I put in the work until my hands were fucking raw and all I got for it was minimum wage and leftovers.

And don't get me started on Valentine's. Fucking Valentine's. I'm almost glad they beheaded the guy way back when. I'd do the exact same thing if I could.

Every Valentine's day, you'd have a date. Rarely ever the same person, but somehow all of them had a propensity for huge gestures. Do you remember the one guy who hired a whole horse and carriage for you? Or the girl who took you on a late season ski trip?

Do you want to know what I got for Valentine's? Cafeteria mashed potatoes and mandatory overtime. Romantic, right? I'm swooning at the memory.

I tried to work on myself. Tried to overcome the differences in our birth and get on your level. What an education in disappointment that was. Turns out it's pretty fucking hard to spend two hours at the gym and three in the sauna when you're scheduled to work fifty hours a week and still attend lectures.

You graduated with honours. With a dozen glittering trophies for volunteering and leadership and student organising. You couldn't even hold them all.

I think that was the day I hated you the most. I couldn't stop thinking that should be me.

I thought I was rid of you after that. Thought I could finally go about my life without constantly comparing myself to an impossible ideal. Ha! As if I'd get so lucky.

I saw you again on at the start of February. Newest hire at the office, bright eyed and busy tailed despite the miserable fucking weather.

What are the chances of that? We're both working at the same company, in the same department.

I expected to hate you all over again. But then you introduced yourself to me. Actually shook my hand.

And oh, how I understand those idiots and their grand gestures. Their desperate need to please you.

All my life I've watched you from afar. Seen other people dazzled by you and never fully understood why. Always wondered why I seemed to be the only person bitter and jealous towards you.

I get it now.

You sparkle. You look in my eyes and I feel like I'm part of your world, like I belong in your fancy country club and at your VIP table. When you look at me, I don't feel insignificant anymore.

How do you expect me to let that go? I've spent decades watching from the sidelines and now I finally get a taste. How am I supposed to be normal about it?

I can't let you go. I don't care what it takes, I'm going to be part of your life.

It was always supposed to be me. Not your parade of dates, not your one night stands, none of them. It was always supposed to be me.

Why else would our lives run parallel? Why else can I always find you in a crowded room?

You're meant to be mine. I'm meant to be yours. I don't care what I have to do to make it happen.

Your Valentine,

X.

[amutamika]

I have the headcanon that Mobei Jun is touch repulsed but also touched starved. Hear me out.

Demons don't really have emotional bonds (at least that's what we are taught, even though we see that there are exceptions, see Tianlang Jun for example). Mobei Jun is also one of these exceptions. As a kid he was practically glued to his uncle. Only to be betrayed by him as he tossed out little Mobei Jun into the human realm. This must have shattered something inside of Mobei Jun leading to his ongoing trust issues. And it makes sense because demons learn that even their own family can turn against them in a blink of an eye. This is the reason why he doesn't trust Shang Qinghua fully, even after more than a decade of them knowing each other. Therefore, only really starting to see him in a different light after Qinghua saved him in the final boss battle.

With his trust gone he also starts to feel touch repulsed. But also craving the touch of another, because in the end Mobei Jun has feelings and emotions. And he is deeply lonely.

And this is how I imagine it all play out with our two idiots:

And then he stumbles over Shang Qinghua. They are both young. And Shang Qinghua is so incredibly touchy. Right at their first meeting he clings to Mobei Jun's leg like his life depended on it (which it did). Mobei Jun hated it, but more so because it stirred up a longing deep inside of him.

And that's were the pining of these two idiots start. Mobei Jun man handles Shang Qinghua because he wants to touch that damn idiot, but doesn't know how he should do that in another way. He wants him close, that's why he follows him to An Ding Peak. But he doesn't get that feeling. Demons don't do relationships. Demons don't do love or anything else.

Over the years this dynamic goes on. Mobei Jun demanding Shang Qinghua's attention whenever he starves for a warm touch, but pushes him away whenever he gets repulsed by it. But over time he feels less repulsed by his human servant.

And then the day comes where Shang Qinghua explains that acting pathetic is the way to a 'straight man's heart'. And it clicks. The reason why he wants to touch Shang Qinghua is because he likes him. But at that time his violent outburst have lead to Shang Qinghua flinching whenever he tries to touch him. And so he slowly but surely stops hitting and throwing Shang Qinghua and instead pat his head, sit closely next to him, doesn't really let him go out alone. Until Shang Qinghua stops flinching and becomes used to Mobei Jun.

So used to it that Shang Qinghua thinks that it is totally normal that Mobei Jun pulls him close whenever he feels like it, snuggles up to him, wraps him in his coat and demands his presence at every waking hour... And also sleeping hour because Mobei Jun decided at some point that it is easier if his servant is always by his side leading to Shang Qinghua sleeping at first in the same room as his king and slowly moving to the soft bed with the big cushions.

Mind you, Mobei Jun thinks they are dating. Shang Qinghua thinks it is just a thing they do (but wishes he could just press his face into Mobei Jun's chest). Mobei Jun moves slowly but surely in his endeavor to get closer to Shang Qinghua. Until the day comes where Shang Qinghua finds out that Mobei Jun thinks they are in a relationship (post about that here).

After which they are basically glued together. Shang Qinghua works in the same room as Mobei Jun. When MBJ leaves the room, SQH just takes his documents with him and follows his boyfriend. And on days where the king has to work overtime, Shang Qinghua sits close to Mobei Jun or in his lap reading. Sometimes even falling asleep right there. Meanwhile, whenever Mobei Jun catches his boyfriend reading on the couch or the bed he plops down, resting his head in Shang Qinghua's lap, demanding head scratches.

Mobei Jun is still touch repulsed when it comes to others. But there is one touch that he needs. And it is the warm touch of his dumb, idiotic, human husband <3

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the vampire royals and their doll Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

(Kind of a mood board for the fanfic)

Ateez Seonghwa X Hongjoong X Reader

Genre: vampire Matz x human reader, future poly relationship strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, mild smut, mature language

Words: 2.2k

Your relationship with the boys starts to grow closer

You couldn't sleep properly last night. You kept thinking about the two men, and Hongjoong's proposal of a date. Maybe he thought of it as a friendly date?

You sighed for the hundredth time since 7 o'clock. The thought of going to work wasn't as fun as you wished it'd be. The jitters were too much to deal with right now.

That's when you thought about the cramped bus you had to take to get to your shop. A half an hour drive with people eating onion bagels next to you was not pleasant.

With a sigh you grabbed your bag, heading out of your apartment. You almost missed him when you opened the door to your building.

Oh, who were you kidding? You wouldn't be able to miss that kind of man, ever.

"Good morning princess."

"Hongjoong? What are you doing here?"

The handsome man chuckled. His eyes raked over your form, and you cursed yourself for not putting on a better outfit than your jeans and jumper.

"Don't tell me you forgot?"

He took a few steps closer to you.

"I told you yesterday, didn't I? You're not taking that damn bus anymore. Not when you have me."

"Hongjoong that's ridiculous! You can't drive me to work every morning."

He took you by the hand and walked you over to the passenger door.

"Oh yes I can. If I don't, Seonghwa will. We agreed."

"Don't I have a say in this?"

Hongjoong clasped your seatbelt again, caging you in your seat with his arms. His face was too close, and you could see every little detail on his face.

There wasn't a blemish in sight, and it almost seemed like he had an unusual glow.

"No, unfortunately not. But don't worry, we can compromise on other things."

Before you could make any sort of remark, he swiftly pulled away and closed your door.

"Oh my..." You were worried about having a potential heart attack when you were around him. You weren't sure if that was good, but what do you know?

"How did you sleep princess?"

You shook your head to get out of your daze, glancing at him as he started the car again.

"Um... Good. Yeah, good. You?"

He smirked, almost as if you said something amusing.

"Oh I slept just fine. Could help but dream about you a bit."

"That's... Interesting. What was it about?"

"That I can't tell. I have to keep it to myself, and my husband."

You gasped. "Not fair! I'm the only one left in the dark."

The laugh he let out seemed genuine, and it was smooth like honey.

"Sorry about that sweetie. But I promise I'll tell you about anything else you want to know. How about that?"

You pretend to think about it, turning slightly in your seat towards him.

"Hmm... Let's see..." You looked out the window. Maybe you could get to know more about him and Seonghwa?

"How did you and your husband meet?"

Hongjoong laughed out loud this time. He glanced at you again before shaking his head.

"Was that too personal?"

"No, princess, not at all. I should've expected you to be curious about us."

You could see that you were close to your shop now, and you'd be pretty bummed if you were left without an answer.

"Me and Seonghwa... We go way back. The two of us started off as friends, but it was obvious there were deeper feelings involved." His gaze softened, and his voice was almost a whisper now.

"My father was against our relationship from the start, so we kind of ran away together. One night we ran into some... Trouble. After that, our bond was stronger than ever. I think of him as my soulmate."

Your poor heart. You could tell there was more to the story, and his details were pretty vague, but there was so much love in his eyes it was suffocating.

"That's actually lovely. Not the part where you had to run away... But you made it after all. You two are a great couple."

He pulled up in front of your store before turning his body towards you.

"Thank you. It means a lot. We always felt we've found everything we want in each other..." There seemed to be something else he wanted to say, but before you could question him his phone rang.

"Sorry, just a moment." He smiled while looking at the contract name.

"Hello love. Yes, she's with me. I'm sorry you can't see how beautiful she looks this morning."

You turned away to hide your rosy cheeks.

"Yeah? I'll tell her that. Oh... You sure? Okay, I'll ask her. Love you too, see you soon."

After he hung up, he looked at you and smirked.

"So, my husband seems to be a bit jealous. He wants to know if you'd like him to pick you up tonight?" His hand went to caress your cheek, and you were again surprised with how gentle he was.

"Well... As I've said, you don't have to do that, but you'll just keep insisting. If he wants to do that, he can." Hongjoong slightly pinched your cheek, coming even closer. You could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

"That... He'll like to hear that."

"Hongjoong."

He sighed. "Yes princess?"

"I have to go now."

It almost seemed like he snapped out of a trance, clearing his throat. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning away from you.

"Yes, I know. I really don't want you to, but oh well... We'll see each other soon."

He wasn't looking at you anymore, and that bothered you. Did you do something wrong? His eyes fluttered open after a moment, and he only glanced in your direction.

"Okay... I'll be off now. See you." You kind of waved before opening the door and sliding out. You could feel his eyes watching you as you moved to open the store up, and the car started as you stepped inside.

He did that yesterday as well, making sure you are safely inside before going his own way. The last few moments between you were a bit strange, but you suppose that's how he is.

You couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of seeing Seonghwa tonight. He was the calmer of the two, that was obvious enough, but you loved how up front he was. You glance at yourself in one of the vintage mirrors hanging from the wall.

You definitely have to spice up your wardrobe to fit the two men.

What on earth were you on about? It was like a snap went off in your head. Who were you to worry about fitting in with them? They only wanted to be friends, right? They were weird, maybe a bit old fashioned, but they were in love with each other. You should feel thankful that they want to spend time with you.

With a sigh, you went to your register to clock in, trying to forget about your ridiculous thoughts.

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Hongjoong barely managed to keep himself composed. He had to look away, because he knew his eyes were starting to change colour. Being as old as he was, he managed to take control over the shift over the years, but Y/N's presence made it difficult.

Her scent, her voice, her eyes, the soft skin he caressed... It all made his brain go into haywire.

He opened the door to their mansion, and he took two steps inside before his husband appeared in front of him.

"How is she? How was it? Is she still shy around you?"

"Well, hello to you too."

Seonghwa grabbed him by his shoulders and chuckled.

"Sorry love, you know how I get."

Hongjoong pecked him on the lips before taking him over to their living room. They sat on the couch in a familiar position, his arms wrapped around Seonghwa as the taller man leaned his back onto him.

"She is fine, maybe a bit tired, but all in all, well. She asked about us."

Seonghwa started stroking Hongjoong's arms.

"Did she? So she's getting curious? That's a good thing."

"She is. I think she liked our story, even though I didn't go into details. But..."

"What? What's wrong?"

Hongjoong sighed, hugging his husband close to him. The rings on their fingers started glistening.

"I couldn't control myself. I had to look away from her, she would have seen my eyes otherwise. I haven't had this much trouble in a long time Hwa."

"I see..."

The older man was lost in thought as he continued to stroke Hongjoong's palm. Was this woman really that powerful? His husband has always been the one more in control with their dark side, only letting it show when they went hunting. You could never tell there was something up with him, aside from the unnaturally cold body temperature.

"Does that mean I have to prepare before I go get her tonight?"

Hongjoong kissed the side of his head, and he felt him nodd.

"I think that would be best. I love you, but you know how you get if you become overly emotional."

"Don't worry about it. I still have a couple of blood bags in the basement. Human blood will keep me satisfied longer." He turned around and pushed Hongjoong onto his back, caging him in with his arms.

"Besides... I know another way to keep myself satiated."

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"Okay, okay. Sangie, I've never gone bowling! Why can't we just go for a cup of coffee?"

Yeosang sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Because Wooyoung wants to set it all up himself. If he wants to go bowling, I won't say no."

You groaned. "Fine. But if I embarrass myself, you better not laugh!"

Hu chuckled, clearing his throat after. "Oh don't worry, Wooyoung will do all the laughing."

You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Saturday night is the big night. Yeosang is thrilled about you meeting his boyfriend, but the prospect of bowling makes you nervous. You were a clumsy person by nature, and you always went for activities that didn't require you being overly engaged.

Yeosang was lucky you loved him so much.

You glanced at the old clock and noticed it was almost closing time. There was no Seonghwa in sight, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. Maybe something came up, or maybe he changed his mind. You weren't anyone important in their lives, so you just had to suck it up, even though you could feel the disappointment.

Suddenly, the little bell chimed, and you saw the man occupying your thoughts standing at the entrance.

"Sorry I'm late doll, the traffic was terrible. Next time I'll take that into consideration and leave earlier."

You were a bit lost for words because he was there in all his glory. The suit jacket he wore tonight was more casual than the previous ones, but his shirt was embellished with gold threads.

"Oh, no worries. You really don't have to do this, so I'm not complaining."

He shook his head, coming up to you.

"Nonsense. There is no need for a pretty lady like you to roam the streets at this hour. You don't know what's out there." The smirk he gave you was similar to Hongjoong's, and a shiver went down your spine.

"Let me just close the register, then we can go. I don't want to keep you away from home longer than necessary."

He placed his hands on the counter, leaning closer to you.

"I wouldn't mind one bit, but go on."

It was a miracle how fast and easy you closed up your shop. Maybe the nervousness added to your urgency.

Seonghwa held the door open for you like a gentleman, waited for the door to lock shut, then grabbed your hand. His touch was light, and he held your hand like you were a porcelain doll waiting to break.

"I can't stop admiring how well the bracelet fits you. Hongjoong loves it as well. Come on now, off we go."

You blushed lightly, letting him lead you towards his car. For some reason you didn't think they would have more than one expensive vehicle, but the Porsche in front of you told you otherwise.

Your starstruck expression wasn't missed by Seonghwa, and he chuckled as he led you to the passenger's side.

Like Hongjoong, he buckled you up, and his face was inches apart from yours.

Your breath got caught in your throat while his eyes roamed around your face.

"You're gorgeous, doll. I see why Hongjoong told me to help you settle in."

"Thank you... You're... I've never seen someone so pretty."

It seemed like time stopped for a second, and Seonghwa barely managed to control himself. It was too early to make advances, but he was pleased to have an impact on you.

Without saying another word, he moved away and closed the door. It gave you a second to calm yourself. Where did that comment come from?

"So doll... What do you say we take a little detour tonight? I promise to take you straight home afterwards."

You turned towards him, a bit confused.

"Where do you want to go?"

He smirked, turning the car on.

"You'll see. I have a feeling you'll love it."

With that, he started driving to god knows where, but for some reason you trusted him completely.

Maybe you were naive, but with him by your side, you couldn't care less.

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[weaselbeaselpants]

Breaking News: Lorch doesn't know or care about decolonization unless it's in the context of 'kill everybody they're born into sin anway'.

I do think ATLA, like many children's shows handling a topic like this, kinda leaned into the 'retaliation is always bad'-route when it came to Jet and the bloodbender Hana/Hama/Haka/always get her name wrong. Like with too many anti-bullying episodes that are all 'kill them with kindness, get along with your bullies' it's an insulting conforming construct to push on kids. AND YET- like Syndrome in Incredibles, the fact is Jet was going to blow up a town full of people who weren't soldiers and Hana was kidnapping and violating the bodies of innocent people, and justifying it with revenge.

You can call making these kinds of people inherent villains a kind of propaganda all you want and that's fair...but you DO KNOW that terrorism/child murder is bad, right?

"Are you saying colonialism is good-"

THE REASON WE'RE HAVING THIS TALK AT ALL IS BECAUSE WE KNOW COLONIALISM ISN'T GOOD. DON'T MOVE THE DAMN GOALPOST AWAY FROM HOW IN A FICTIONAL CONTEXT YOU THINK INNOCENT PEOPLE SHOULD DIE/BE TORTURED FOR THE SINS OF OTHERS.

I'm sorry, what the FUCK happened on Bluesky?

A lot.

[maxdibert]

Honestly, I thought you were exaggerating about how the maradeurs fandom is, but I just saw a post that proved me wrong. They really do make up the craziest scenarios.

So I saw this Jegulus post that stated that Regulus' mother used crucio and imperio on him every school break until he joined the death eaters. And I don't wanna be mean, because I'm all for people creating headcanons. But my issue is: Why do they have to invent the most dramatic, over-the-top torturous scenarios to explain why he joined the cult?

He was a teenager, raised in that world—he likely agreed with those beliefs because it was normalized in his family. And you know what? That's okay! It makes sense that he would join. But you don't need to invent tortured backstories to convince yourself that he was never really 'bad' in the first place. It's okay to admit he made a poor choice, because that's how growth works. What kind of development is there if he was perfect from the start?

And even if the mother was abusive, that doesn't mean she was some kind of evil caricature who would torture her child. Abuse can take many forms, and we have no proof it was that bad.

Besides, that statement is absolutely inaccurate. Sirius talks about Regulus, and although he does so briefly, he tells us everything we need to know: that Regulus was the favorite, that he always did what his parents told him, and that Walburga constantly reminded him, the older and rebellious one, that his brother was a much better son.

How is it possible to conclude from that that Walburga abused her son when Sirius explicitly says the opposite—that Regulus was the one his mother held up as an example of good behavior? Why do they feel the need to twist and make up facts when it’s so much more interesting that a boy who was completely aligned with his family’s ideology fanatically threw himself into a war he didn’t understand, only to back out when he realized he was in over his head?

Can they not just like a morally questionable character? We’re talking about a kid who literally had posters of Voldemort in his room like the Death Eaters were the One Direction of his time, for the love of God—stop mutilating the damn canon, it’s nauseating.

[asofspades]

Now that i think of it, everyone is always bringing up Hyrule's magic in docs, which, fair enough, he's half fairy and all that, or the fact that legend is attuned to magic and I like the HC that all the link's that have magic meters have innate magic while others don't, in a way that'll make Hyrule, Legend, Wind and Time the ones with innate magic and Twi, Wild, Wars, Sky and Four wouldn't have that. However, I don't see enough of my boy Wind being attuned to light magic and using it for a lot of his adventure and there's basically no mentions of the time magic he was in touch with during his second adventure.

And then, I love that we do bring up Twi is probably attuned to shadow magic because of his time with Midna, his travel thought the twilight and the twilight crystal that allows him to transform, while Legend is attuned to dark magic thanks to his first adventure and likely shadow magic thanks to Ravio's lorulean artefacts (which we do not talk enough about how Ravio actually made those magic infused objects, which probably means he himself can use magic, there's a lot of potential there, I'm just saying).

And finally, my boy Four, this kid is not only freely using Fae magic (minish) during his first and second adventures to shrink himself and with the kinstones and he has been affected by it (boy literally stopped growing), then he's been using light force with the four sword as he damn well pleases and he's used magic objects without a magic meter, either he's just that magically infused or the objects are incredibly autonomous, then he literally forged a magic sword out of straight up elemental magic, that he used without issue, he was able to create clones of himself, and when split each colour corresponds to an element used to forge the sword, which in my opinion has a lot of potential for each of them being able to channel abilities related to said elements. And honestly he's probably also attuned to shadow magic thanks to shadow and people are going to have to fight me on my head canon that vio definitely learnt some shadow magic out of sheer curiosity. So basically, Four is a tiny recipient of Fae magic, light force, elemental magic and shadow magic, further proven by the fact he held Twi's shadow crystal without turning into anything when Legend was terrified of touching it (understandably so), he knew about Twi probably because he's attuned to shadow magic and twili magic seems to be a kind of it, and it's likely he can sense the Fae magic in hyrule and it's influence in Time (and I still think we should have the shadow magic attuned guys feel some kind of around Time because of the whole majora's mask debacle).

I'm just saying, there's a lot of magic related potential to these boys and I don't see enough fics exploring it.

[angelflms]

oh boy. guess i have something to say about CK after all. get ready. it's gonna be a fucking doozy because ima bout to piss off so many people.

yall cared wayyyy too much about robby (this is coming from a robby lover).

for a cheesy, straightforward show, some of y'all didn't understand its tropes at all. or at least what it was trying to tell you, especially when it comes to the roles miguel and robby are supposed to be in.

miguel has been and always will be the show's karate kid. he was supposed to be the daniel of the story, hell even GQ just said it in an article about the show recently. robby was always supposed to be a johnny-like foil to miguel. the thing is that the show tries to bamboozle you into thinking otherwise because of who's training them, how they're trained, and how they act because of the type of training they're initially recieved.

yes, miguel acts very similar to johnny in the show. yes most of the og TKK call backs they make with him are in relation to johnny, but he is the underdog character. you know how everyone expected johnny to win in TKK because he was a fucking champ and such. it's almost like how we as an audience for awhile assume that robby is gonna be the final end all champ of the series. but just like with johnny, we're proven wrong. it's just that the bullet was in a different gun this time. it's the one in the ck gi who won this time.

idk why people get so mad over miguel's victories when it was always supposed to be him that was gonna win. the show is called cobra kai for a reason, therefore, the final winner of the show is gonna be someone from that dojo. it only makes sense. and since the main karate kid that started off the show was a ck member originally, surprise! he's gonna be the final victor of the show.

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now im seeing a lot of hatred towards johnny's character, again because of robby. now yes, johnny was a fucking horrible dad. and as a girl who's bio dad is a piece of shit like johnny was and has never been in my life (even started a business similar in the world as johnny's), i understand robby's dad pain a lot, even more so than miguel's.

but what you don't understand is that cobra kai is a show about generational pain. generational trauma. generational grief. generational hurt. the whole story revolves around pain that started 30 years prior (even further if you bring up kreese). the show also is about breaking the cycle once brought upon you to better the future for those who look up to you.

johnny is close to miguel because he was his second chance at being a better father figure to him. he didn't expect that he would get robby back in his life the way he did (robby literally told him to rightfully stay away) so he focused heavily on miguel and his family. now once he and robby reconciled, it was a huge breaking the circle moment because johnny lawrence is a victim of physical and verbal child abuse from both his step-dad, sid and his father figure, kreese. kreese was to johnny what he is to robby, but less abusive. and robby was to kenny what johnny was to him, but robby eventually broke the cycle, something that johnny was able to eventually do himself.

that emotional scene between johnny and kreese wasn't just emotional but kreese's final moment of realization that he was a horrible man and father figure to johnny. he hurt him so bad that he couldn't be a normal human being, which in turn caused him to be an absentee parent to robby. not saying that it's okay but it's understandable. not getting that johnny is a broken person just ruins the whole point of the show's point of generational pain, something the show is nearly spoon feeding the audience to.

yes johnny is horrible as a father, but damn it the man didn't have a father figure as a model. all of his figures were abusive, absentee drunks who never saw his potential. that was a norm for him.

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ive said many times that y'all talk wayyyyy too much shit about miguel for no reason. and the way this season ended and how much y'all are upset, im starting to look at a lot of you in a side-eyed way. like his character arc is poorly written but that's not his fault. the writers hate him i feel. look i love robby and i hated the way he went out but at the end of the day, you need to understand that he wasn't gonna be the final guy. maybe i think too much in terms of the nuances of shows but i'd like to think this was the most straightforward show about fighting out there. like there wasn't much of a hidden message as they told you what they were. maybe yall are too lost in the fact that y'all care so much about robby that you don't care. maybe im missing something as i have only been in the fandom for over a year. or maybe y'all just subconsciously racist atp because the hatred miguel and xolo get for no reason is beyond me.

but i will give everyone this: the show's writing sucks.

they didn't know how to write certain characters and i feel like it was due to wanting to please everyone because i remember the death threats this fandom threw towards so many people during the lockdown days. but the show genuinely can go past surface level shit and it sucks. i wrote a whole thing dedicated to how miguel's storyline should've went post-coma because honestly they fucked his character up BIG time. but at the end of the day, i do think, even with good writing, he deserved that ending. i just wished everyone else agreed.

[rycusfunnies]

Lol tell me about it, legit what you said is still going on. I've seen it with my own damn eyes. Even what I said before is LEGIT what you just said. My friend told me they have seen "I'm leaving the Pixar Cars community" so many times on here and I wouldn't be surprised if it was for similar reasons stated above. I spend legit hours on my work, I learned how to draw cars from scratch, I don't trace my shit unless its for breaking things down into readable shapes. Multiple people have said they wanna pay me money for my work and said I could make it big at Pixar Studios considering how my art looks(Not that I want to, I draw what I want). They admire my passion for something so niche that truly, nobody cares about - "The Weakest Pixar Franchise". Makes me feel horrible because there were a lot of people here I'd like to know better who I feel we could make bomb ass collabs, like Blay. But they all left as soon as I decided to open up to the fandom due to freaks like this. I don't wanna make it big, I want respect, sure. But most of all I want to make friends and speak to people with a common interest and make something creatively wonderful with the lost potential the Cars 2 lemons/Antagonists were. Did I ever tell you Fizz was the reason I drew cars? I looked up to their art as a kid back in the good days of DeviantArt bc my hyperfix was Prof Z and its crazy that I'm almost 22 now doing everything I'm doing now. I went CRAZY when we became mutuals on here cause I legit thought that'd never happen. Maybe they'll see this. ---- Speaking of which that reminds me, Chloe is back trying to garner sympathy in the community thing that nobody ever uses and trying to say she's from the UK when we all know who she is. Just thought I'd let y'all know. For those of you who don't know, the last two paragraphs I believe refer to Chloe. There is legit a whole blog dedicated to archiving her shitty behavior. @chloe-harassment-proof Look through it for anyone actually reading this and needs to catch up on the lore, I will content warn ahead of time that it has a lot of topics usually covered by a TW. She is a woman in her 30's, has had children, and is going above and beyond just harrassing any fandoms that have to do with living machine or 80's cartoons. Like genuinely I just ignore her like she doesn't even exist but atp she's more than just some mentally derranged lolcow of the fandom here. I am being serious when I say she needs to have a wellfare check dude. All I gotta say on that is, do not let her win. That's what she wants. She wants you to take your works down. Don't give her power. Keep your works up, who gaf about her dude. I don't. The more she runs her fat mouth and the more people she targets the more evidence there is stacked against her - like there already isn't enough. She steals it? Cool, Google reverse image search is your friend and we all know she traces or frankensteins other people works. Nobody is going to give her a applause.

My first interaction with her was deadass funny, she was at first all buddy buddy with me until I stated I liked Grem X Acer. Then she decided playtime was over. BECAUSE OH NO, TWO MALE LIVING CARS KISSING. THE 70'S FELON HATCHBACK AMERICAN MOTOR COMPANY VEHICLES FROM PIXAR'S CARS 2 ARE SLOPPILY MAKING OUT!!!! AND THEY'RE DUDES!?!?? AND OP HC'S THEM AS BISEXUALS?? NO THIS CANNOT BE!!!! THEIR HUBCAPS ARE TOUCHING NOOOOO

Wait until she hears like almost all of this fandom is LGBTQ+ and we are not going to conform to what she wants. Anyway.

Fandom Problem #7581:

I hate how normalized harassment, bullying and overall being a dick has become normalized in fandom spaces. What's sick to me is that these people will harass and dox someone over the dumbest shit and then try to make themselves seem like they're morally right to do so, it's like it's a game to them. It honestly makes me feel like there's no point in being in fandoms at all if I could get harassed off a platform for the dumbest thing

[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART FOUR)

Braden always teased me for how much Junior took after me, but it wasn't when my son was pregnant with our second child that I fully realized the bond that was developing between me and Junior.

A lot of it was the stretch in which Brade was too tired for the usual games of catch or even his normal parenting stuff. Seven months and starting to really show, my son had to take breaks and lie down in the bedroom. I brought Bill Jr into the chores like it was a game. "Daddy does so much work around the house... why don't we help him out for a change, buddy?"

Junior's face beamed in happiness. He didn't like doing chores, but he liked time with his dads. "Sure thing Dad. Daddy's OK, isn't he?"

I ruffled his hair. "He's OK. Just tired."

"I get tired, too," Junior said in all earnestness. Damn, to have that innocence of a 5 year old.

We told Junior he'd be having a little brother, soon. That the newborn might get extra attention at first, but we loved him in a special way and that wouldn't change.

***

It was one Sunday, and as I watched golf on TV, I felt wistful, because it was normally Brade's day. But he was taking a nap. Selfishly, I missed the hot pregnancy sex Brade and I had before Bill Jr. was born, but now my son-husband usually wasn't in the mood. I'd stroked off in the shower so I'd taken care of my physical needs, but I missed the emotional connection of sex.

"Hey Dad." God, it was Junior. I thought he'd been playing a computer game, but now he seemed eager for my company. I'd learned to read the kid's moods pretty well by now, in a more intuitive way than I'd ever felt when raising Braden.

"Hey kiddo," I smiled, moving my feet off the couch and sitting up in a more proper way. "Wanna go out and play catch?" I asked. "I'm not as good as your Daddy, but you can make me run for the long ones."

Junior shook his head and laughed. "No, sir.... I was wondering if I could watch golf with you."

Talk about surprise. "You sure that's not boring for you?"

Junior sat on the couch, eager to show off his enthusiasm. "I enjoy it, Dad. You seem to get into it." I almost laughed to think of the contrast with Brade, who teased me for the years watching golf alone in the living room.

"Well, sure... have a seat, kiddo..." I patted the couch next to me.

He seemed happy to be joining, like he was privy to some adult thing he wasn't allowed to do. I honestly thought he'd start squirming or sighing in boredom after a while, but he watched the tournament with attention.

"Who are you rooting for, Dad?" he asked at one point.

The kid was pretty curious, I'll give him that. I tried to think of a way to explain that was honest and clear but didn't dumb it down. "It's not like other sports, at least not for me. I kind of root for the guy who's playing the best, the one who's having a great day on the course."

"Oh," Junior said, not getting it but trying to.

I patted his shoulder. "Golf's about finding your best game within you." I could imagine Brade's eyeballs rolling.

We watched for a while longer. It was getting late in the afternoon. I worried about Brade and would need to check on him soon, but he just needed his rest, I knew. And I was enjoying this bonding moment with Junior. As a dad you crave times like this.

Braden and I had a division of labor. He was the stay at home dad and did more of the playtime bonding and day-to-day stuff with our son. I was the disciplinarian. Braden and I decided it would be better to have clear authority so our kids wouldn't play one of us off the other.

My other responsibility was to have the harder father-son talks. It was too early for the birds and the bees talk with Junior, but I knew I had to have a series of discussions about his parents. And I wanted to take advantage of the closeness Junior and I were feeling now.

"Buddy..." I stared, muting the TV. "Can I talk to you about something?"

Junior looked at me. Trusting. Open. "Sure, Dad."

I sighed but tried to keep like I was bringing up anything difficult. "You know how we've talked about privacy before."

He nodded, like he proud he'd learned his lesson from school. "Oh yeah, I know if your and Daddy's door is shut, I gotta knock." That had been a previous talk.

"Um, yes, buddy, like that," I said. "But you're getting to be a big boy now and you probably know that your Daddy and I are not a conventional couple."

"Is it because I have two daddies? Because Bobby has two daddies too."

"Does he?" I asked in mock surprise. "I guess that is more common." I continued. "But your Daddy and I are different than a lot of those families. See... your daddy is my son. Just like you are."

"I know, Dad," Junior said. "He calls you Dad sometimes."

We'd never fully hidden it, but now that Junior was entering kindergarten he needed to be aware. Careful.

"A lot of people don't understand that, kiddo."

"Why not?" Junior asked. I was glad he didn't seem to respond to any sense of impropriety.

I shrugged. "It's just how it is. Your daddy and I have a very special bond, a special love. And we love you very much. That's all that matters."

Junior seemed OK with that answer. But he seemed to be thinking over this talk. "Is that why you say you're my grandad when you pick me up sometimes?"

I nodded. "I am your granddad, too, Junior. And your father. It's complicated."

He smiled. "I don't mind, Dad. It's kind of cool. Like I'm special."

"You are special," I smiled, ruffling his hair. "You just can't talk about it with anyone. Not your friends or your teachers or anyone who's not family, hear?" I was combining my loving-dad and disciplinarian.

"Yes, sir," Junior responded.

I gave an encouraging smile. "So, buddy... what do you say you help me whip up some dinner? I think Daddy needs his nap today."

****

The next day might as well have been a different month. The alarm went off early, real early, and I felt Braden's warm body snuggle against mine. He was completely naked, and just the feel of his pregnant build against my arm and hip and leg was enough to wake me up, fast.

"Um, what time is it?" I asked in a morning voice. It was pitch black out.

Braden was still not fully awake, even as he was initiating sex. "I thought maybe you could come home early today, Dad... it's been a while."

I grunted an assent and turned to kiss Brade. Sure we'd given each other a good night or good morning peck of a kiss, as husbands, but I missed kissing him deeper. I could tell he's missed his too. His free hand was all over my body, my chest, my abs, my briefs-covered cock as we made out.

Over the last year, we'd gotten into a good rhythm of married sex. I'd worked out a flex schedule, where I'd go into the office real early a few days a week so I could get home while Junior was still at preschool. This gave us time for longer sessions in addition to the quickies we could sneak in.

That rhythm had been disrupted by the tough pregnancy Brade was enduring this time around, but I was more than happy to pick things back up.

Particularly now that my hunky son-husband was turning away from me and turning on the bed lamp. I could see his strong ex-footballer, ex-Marine build. Brade's a few inches shorter than me, which makes his brawn stand out even more. Even with pregnancy, he kept up at the gym, and I could see the strong lats and broad back and that muscle ass. Best of all that eight-month preg gut made visible love handle-like swells along his waist.

I knew how to read my son's body language and the silent way he could communicate his needs in the bedroom. I slipped down my underwear and then reached over to fumble for the lube in the nightstand. It had been nearly two months.

"Think Junior's asleep?" I heard Brade ask.

I slicked up my boner. "Like a rock," I said. It was about 5 AM, and if Bill Jr. took after me in a lot of ways, he was gonna be like his Daddy when it came to not being a morning person.

"I want us to talk, Dad," Brade said. "If that's OK."

My dick was rock hard and I turned toward Braden's strong body and scooted up toward him. "You want an incest fuck, son?" I said. We often had to put the kibosh on verbal sex when our son was in the house. Even with a closed door, you never know.

"Mmm hmmm," came the reply. Brade pushed back against me, savoring the feel of my big father cock in his ass cleft. My son was in heat, pregnancy hormones kicking in.

My own hormones were doing their work, and I felt my heart beat fast. I placed my hand on his belly. Big and round, I loved the way Brade's pregnancy gut was hard and soft at the same time.

"How's my grandson doing in there?" I growled.

"He's gonna be a strong, healthy one, Dad."

"It's because he's an incest kid, Brade. Made by a father and son."

"I love my father's cock," Braden hissed, lust in his voice. "Love that you knocked me up, sir."

I pushed into his ring. Slowly, because it had been months.

"I can feel that breeder cock, Dad."

"Your father's cock."

"Yessir... took my cherry. The night before Basic." Brade's insides were opening up for me now. It was like riding a bike for him I suppose. Or maybe he was reliving that deflowering in his head.

"Sent you off with your own father's cum inside you."

"Hell yes.... I wish I hadn't been on the pill then."

My dick surged inside Braden. I kissed along his neck and rubbed his stomach. "You wanted to get pregged on your first fuck, Sport?"

"You could have done it, too. Potent dad cock working me open."

I was now pushing all the way inside. My son's insides were hot and tight and alive. I missed this but the best part was that Braden had clearly missed this, too. He bucked back against me.

"Unprotected dad cock," I hissed.

"You lectured me so much, Dad," Braden hissed. "But I wish you'd just taken me raw and put your kid in me. At eighteen"

"Damnit, Brade," I said in a tone that was only annoyed by how much that turned me on. "I never told you, Son," I said. "But I made you the night I lost my virginity."

That gave Braden a pause. "For real?" He couldn't tell if this was just sex talk.

I fucked faster, holding onto this big bulk. Fucking a very pregnant Brade was one of the hottest things, almost as hot as knocking him up on the first place. "For real, Son. I fucked your mother the first time out, and all of a sudden I was a teen dad."

"God, Dad," he hissed. I could tell he was trying not to get too loud. I love Braden, but my son can be a screamer in bed. "That's so fucking hot."

I don't tend to be loud in sex, but I was getting worked up myself. "I'm thinking of that moment now... when I made you...." I slowed my thrust to be deep and purposive. "When I made Junior...."

"Fuck!" Braden hissed. His hand left his cock to grip the top of my own hand that was on his big belly, coaxing me to rub it all over.

"When I made Evan," I growled, kissing Braden's neck. For me it was all coming together, the sexual power of fatherhood, of breeding.

I could sense Braden's back muscles tense. Now that I'd slowed my thrusts, going for power rather than speed, he was bucking back against my dong again. Hungry for it. "Just like you're gonna make our next son... and the one after that."

"Oh god..." I hissed. I'd tried to make this mating last, but I was getting closer to orgasm.

"After Evan..." my son muttered, trying to keep his bedroom voice down. "I don't wanna wait for the next..."

"Yeah?" We'd talk about this seriously, later, but my sex addled brain was entertaining the idea.

"Yessir... I want you to bring my home from the hospital and bend me over and rough fuck me right then..."

It was wild and a total Brade thing to say.

I was cumming inside my eldest boy, hard.

I felt my pregnant husband squirm on my spurting dick, and only after a few seconds did I realize Braden was orgasming hands free.

We came down and caught our breath and I held my hunky son's big body from behind.

"I love you, Dad," Braden finally said.

"God, Braden, I don't think I could love you any more."

He nodded in a way that said he loved hearing that. "Dad... I'm proud of how you've stepped up with Junior."

I rubbed his furry preg belly and just savored the warmth and heat of his back against my chest. I was still firm and buried inside him though slowly softening. "You do the work, buddy." It was easy to take for granted what Brade did as a stay at home dad, but I knew he was incredible and hard working at it.

"I mean, emotionally... it takes a real man to grow... it feels weird saying that."

I chuckled. "Weird.. why?"

"Cause you're my dad," my husband said. "Like, I can't imagine any other sons talking to their fathers like this."

"We're husbands, too, Brade. Partners, equals."

"Parents."

"Fuck yes," I hissed, kissing his neck softly.

Finally my dick plopped free and Braden turned around to kiss me. He was still hard and I could feel the tip of his prick against my leg.

"Can I let you in on a secret, Dad?"

"Of course." I figured Braden and I had few if any secrets between each other at this point.

"The equal idea... what you just said... I love that, sir..." he started. "But I also love that you're always gonna be older and wiser and the man I looked up to from my childhood."

"Brade," I said, emotional and getting hard at the same time.

"It's true dad," he said, snuggling up to me, and reaching down to feel my prick. "Just the idea that you've knocked me up twice and are going to do it again..." He didn't finish his thought. We were too busy making out once more.

"We doing round two, Sport?" I asked, running my hands along his side.

Braden shook his head. "Save it for later, OK?"

I forced myself to pull myself from his embrace and slip out of the bed. "In that case, I better get ready." I stood by the bed and got one more good look at Braden's amazing physicality as his eyes stared at my rigid dad cock sticking straight out.

***

Maybe it was getting laid, maybe it was just seeing Braden get his energy back, but I was in a great mood all day. I did miss the time driving Junior to kindergarten, which I'd been doing lately, but I'd make sure to catch up with my son and play with him in the evening, after dinner.

I had a busy work day but threw my head into it and focused and banged out a lot efficiently. By 1:30 I was texting Brade to let him know I was leaving the office.

"Hot damn... we get a nice long session then," came the reply.

When I got home, I had a good idea where I'd find my son, back in the master bedroom, half naked or fully nude.

But as I pushed open the door I was thrilled with the obscenely hot sight. My ex-Marine son was naked on the bed, an extra sheet on top of the mattess. He was watching some intergenerational porn but not really jacking off, more just letting his hard dick ride up against his pregnancy swell. Best part was his normally hairy torso was shaved smooth and looked shiny.

"Jesus, son," I'd hiss as I unknotted my tie and kicked off my dress shoes. "Looks like Evan is ready to pop out any minute." I was exaggerating, since the due date was still a few weeks away. But Brade and I knew how to go into the fantasy and push each other's buttons.

My son just smiled and lay back into the pillows, spreading his legs. "You gonna induce labor with that big dad dick of yours?"

I felt my throat go tight. "I never know how far is too far to go with you, son."

Braden smiled. "Physically or verbally?"

"Verbally," I said, stripping off my suit jacket and undoing my belt. I was rock hard, just like I hadn't gotten off that morning. I'm sure Brade could see my erection riding up the crotch of my trousers. "I know not to go rough when you're this far along, Sport."

"I know, sir," my son said softly. "I just like working you up."

I took a look at the TV screen. I had wider porn tastes than my son and in any case preferred to watch only when I had to stroke a quick load out without Braden. But my son was very focused on daddy-son pairings and roleplay stuff, and he liked when we watched it together. "One of your favorites," I said. I'd seen this video several times with Brade.

"Yes, sir," my son said. "I just wished there was mpreg porn... or real dad-son teams."

A thought came to me. "You ever feel like taking the Connors up on their offer?" Jeff Connors and his father Frank had become part of the incest social circle Braden and I had, along with the Fiedlers. It had taken a few months for Frank to get comfortable with it, but now he was the one dropping hints and finally an outright suggestion that it would be hot to have a dad-son foursome. For all their flirtiness, Todd and Adam Fiedler hadn't gone that far.

Braden's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yeah? I didn't think you'd go for that, Dad."

I unbuttoned my shirt. Normally, I'd be pouncing on Brade's naked, knocked up body, but I knew we had a solid hour and a half for sex that day, before I had to go pick up Junior.

"And you would?" I asked. I wasn't sure if this was going too far. Brade and I had talked about the possibility of playing with others but only in an idle way.

"Oh yeah"," he said. "I'd love for them to watch you fuck me."

"I think the polite term is 'making love,' Sport," I winked.

"Trust me, Dad, when it comes to incest... you make love and then there gets a certain point where you just fuck."

I now pulled down my trousers and briefs, showing Brade my paternal hardon. This ritual would never, ever get old. "Is that right, Son?"

Brade nodded, his brown eyes hungry. "You can be a total beast, Dad. I fuckin' love it."

I gently folded my trousers and peeled off my button down shirt. "I think Frank wants to make a play for you," I cautioned him.

Braden grinned. "Dad... you've been wanting to nail Jeff Connors since you met him."

I blushed. "Come on, Brade..."

He laughed. "I know your an incest man, Dad. But you're also a man. Men look. And fantasize. It's OK."

A had a bit of jealous streak but also a real curiosity about spicing up our sex life with a threesome or foursome. And as a dad-son couple it would have to be someone we trusted. I stepped up to the bed and ran my hand along Braden's leg, feeling the hairs and knotted calf muscle, then tracing my fingers higher.

I watched his cock jerk and his dimples form on his face. "Nice, sir.." He put his hands under his big eight month belly to frame it for my gaze. "We don't gotta, Dad... but I figure it would amplify the incest, being with another dad and son." My son nodded toward the night stand where a new bottle stood. "I got some massage oil. Why don't you put some more on me?"

I felt that crazy horniness as I did just that, smearing the oil all over that freshly shaved muscle, feeling up the full muscle tits and those strong arms. I oiled his legs, massaging the quads before I finally go to the big prize, that big round stomach. I added extra oil and admired the vision and feel of that large belly.

"Oh fuck, he's kicking," I growled. I could feel it.

"Our son, Dad," Braden said, excited. "Our second son."

I leaned forward and deep kissed Brade, feeling his own sexual excitement and emotion coming back to me. We made out for a good ten minutes, each of out touching each other as we got into it.

"Evan Braden Drake," I finally muttered into my son's lips.

"I love giving you that gift, Dad. A second grandson."

"Baby boy," I hissed. I now felt his fingers curl around my prick, which was dripping.

"Make love to me, Dad. Nice and slow... like that the night you took my cherry."

"Damn, buddy."

I did my best, but it was hard given Braden's size. But as he scooted to the bed's edge and I placed his calves on my shoulders, I entered him slowly, very slowly, lubed up from all that massage oil. It was a new thing. Not being the Beast, not going hard into him. Just seeing how gentle I could be with my son. That slow pump lasted ten minutes until like a tantric cum, Braden and I came at the same second.

I had to pull out to kiss him again. Lazily I rubbed his belly more, smearing sperm into the oil as we kissed.

"You better go pick up Junior," my son finally said. "I'll clean up." It was funny to see my son be the responsibly minded and practical one. Life throws surprised your way for sure.

"Yeah," I hissed before claiming one last kiss. I hopped in the shower and got dressed again.

Braden moved slower at 8 months, but he'd gotten up and was stripping the sheet. Still nude, he was a beautiful sight.

"OK if I reach out to Jeff?" I asked. I needed to check if the idea was as appealing post-nut.

Braden smiled. "Oh yeah. We can get a baby sitter for Junior. If you're cool with the idea, Dad."

"I think we should," I said. "I want to show us off... in the right circumstances." I looked at my watch. "Gotta go... " I stepped up for a last peck of a kiss.

I made good time getting to Junior's school and had a few minutes to wait. I texted Brade. "Love you so much, Sport." Then I pulled up Jeff Connors contact. He was the one who usually contacted me or Todd Fiedler, not his Dad. Plus, I had my own flirty dad-substitute vibe with him. "Hey man, Braden and I are open to your Dad's idea... if you guys are still game."

Junior was all smiles when he came out. He'd gotten a gold star on a drawing he'd done that day. I told him it was going on the fridge. "Feel like stopping for ice cream, kiddo?" I asked.

"Won't it spoil my dinner, Dad?" the kid asked.

"Probably," I admitted. "Don't tell your Daddy," I winked. I was in the mood to spoil my younger son a little.

***

It wasn't until Junior and I got home that I noticed a reply text from Jeff Connors. "Oh yeah! We'd love that."

"This weekend?" I asked. "Saturday? We can get a babysitter and come to your place."

A few seconds later. "Dad says ok. God, I can't fuckin' wait."

I smiled and slid my phone back in my pocket. I'd tell Braden later. For now, he was back in parent mode, asking Junior about his day. Time for me to enter parent mode, too.

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[backmygirlhood]

danke an die eine person auf youtube, die 30 spatort videos zu taylor swift songs gemacht hat i owe you my life

[lyxchen]

Okay my hopes for Charley/Yuri are actually so fucking high because I just need them to be a thing!!! Something good, something sweet, something happy!! I feel like this could be a second chance for a willex type relationship and man (gn) for my own happiness I personally need them to be what Netflix took away from us with willex. I need them to kiss and I need them to be happy and I need them to have an unproblematic and beautiful relationship that's filled with so much love and care for each other <33

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www,tumblr,com/damnfandomproblems/776043582830297088/re7621-finally-a-normal-take-i-genuinely-dont?source=share

"FINALLY a normal take. I genuinely don’t like it when people cry about antis" Because you yourself are an anti, and thus a psychopath who won't mind their own damn business by definition?

"they’re not stopping you from enjoying things you like"

Yes you literally are. We had Antis attempt to Doxx the creator of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. We had Antis look at an anime youtuber with a moderately sized following, who tweeted about a funny scene in Dandadan where the leads were naked and mistaken for having sex (long story), and their response was to doxx him, hack his social media accounts, flood them with ACTUAL CHILD PORNOGRAPHY, stalk him, take pictures of HIS DEAD BROTHER'S GRAVE, MOCKED HIS DEAD BROTHER and all around acted like such over the top evil sociopaths that if you wrote them as characters in a story people would call it "unrealistic".

And that's not even getting into how all Antis are either groomer adults or kids being groomed with how frequently they get busted for sexual solicitations of minors or possession of CSEM. The only Antis who don't fall into those categories are either Groomers who haven't been caught yet, kids who don't realize they're being groomed, or others who still haven't caught onto the pattern.

Everyone with a functioning moral compass decries and denounces antis for a damn good fucking reason.

"the block button is free! use it!"

That'd be awesome were it not for the above mentioned doxxing psychopaths who will make it their life's mission to ruin your life and stalk you over literally nothing! The Block button's not gonna do shit about that! The youtuber i mentioned had to get the FBI involved! And he was one of the LUCKY ones! Because A) they took him seriously and B) the idiots who tried that shit left so much evidence that it was basically a slam dunk! Imagine how many people who were victimized by Antis over literal nothing who DIDN'T get lucky like that!

Go fuck yourself, anon!

Posting as a response to a previous ask.

Additional anon response to the same ask:

Please. As if people don't do that. I blocked an anti, and everyone in their circle, after an initial bout of harassment. Despite the block, they repeatedly stalked my blog for months on end to find new ways to put me on blast, and every new post led to more hate, and more people getting involved, seeing hearsay that wasn't even true. Most of the people who fell for it were vocal antis but do-gooders and other well-intentioned people who just saw the peripheral of their posts also blocked me preemptively despite me never doing anything. Tell me how this predicament is so simply rectified by a block.

[abrthephantomq]

🫠🫠🫠 yeah see, all of these are completely valid and also horrific questions when you consider there are folks like me who legitimately deal with questions like this on the daily.

We rediscovered we were a System back in 2020 (gee I wonder why) (shush, you). I've spent 4.5 years grappling with this question bc like.

The person who has control of the body changes. Sometimes we don't get a choice on who is "forward" or Out. Except we're co-conscious basically always because we need at least two people Out to operate - someone to basically call the other in if they are doing something destructive overall to the System. You're always talking to a pair of us, basically, though there's a Speaker and a Listener.

Of course, even the above is subject to change. Because we're all human and we're all learning and growing and experiencing things just slightly differently from one another. Some have more connection to the body than others. Some (like Steven) view operating the body like sitting inside a mech. Or more accurately, an Evangelion.

We can't always tell you who is forward, either. There are teenagers, preteens, and kid-kids in here, too. The adults want to have sex but are now aware that one of the younger ones might get involved. Hell, the adults want to make out sloppy style with their best friend and keep it to that but even THAT is like. Are we really all okay with that? What if they're a System, too?

Severance is dealing with ALL of this on a small scale and I love it. It hurts and can be triggering but DAMN if it isn't good. Damn if it isn't fucking relatable as a System. Damn if you can't draw a parallel to the Inside space where all your alters can interact with one another if barriers are lowered / permeable enough to the actual Severed floor itself. You have your persecutors (Seth) You have Gatekeepers (Harmony & Grainier or whatever his name was). You have the Macro Data Refinement team - who apparently have Important and Mysterious work to do, who are isolated from pockets of other Severed workers...

It's so good. It's so, so good and brings up SO many questions.

And the thing is - the thing is! - that folks like Cobel and Milchick are ALSO barred from certain levels of control within the company. Helena, too. There are LAYERS to this.

So yeah. Can you really have bodily autonomy when the body isn't just yours?

the question of bodily autonomy in severance is SO interesting like. helena having no control over going back to the severed floor and letting hellys consciousness use the body they share but helly feels as if helena stole her body by posing as her. its the same body and its both of theirs but also neither of theirs. and outie mark reintegrating having no way to ask innie mark for his permission. is he taking away innie mark from existence? is this his choice to make? if you have sex if you have a baby if you get a tattoo if you drink if you smoke if you do drugs is this even your body to do it with anymore or are you subjecting someone elses body to your whims whos body is it

[wispforever]

Crucify Him

[waitineedaname]

something that will never fail to be amusing to me is when an mdzs college au needs the name of a professor, and then suddenly shen qingqiu is there