#I JUST HATE THE UNJUSTIFIED HATE TOWARDS HIM

[dr4wingfranciss]

"Gale is worse than Snow", "Prim Reaper", "Gale didn't love Prim", "he was just trying to separate Katniss and Peeta bc he's a asshole"

okay, i'm gonna hold your hand while i say this:

Gale Hawthorne, as much as he was annoying, an idiot, and often acted like an asshole, was a literal fucking WAR CHILD.

he grew up only knowing that the Capitol and President Snow were the ones causing pain across Panem, and keeping the Games going even after it was stablished that they were no longer a punishment to the districts but a mere entertaining show. The only thing Gale knew was that he was angry and that his best friend was willing to die just so she could spare her sisters life. He was inspired by Katniss' actions, and tried his best to protect her family while she was out in the Games.

he loved her in a very VERY toxic and possesive way, that will always be something i will NEVER excuse, and he hurted a lot of people with his inability to put his emotions into words, but he was still going to support Katniss and the revels. Gale was ready to put all of himself so the rebellion would succeed, and Panem will finally be free.

he despised Peeta, yes, but it was because of simple and pathetic childish jealousy, not because Peeta ever did something to him. They even would get along if needed, and respected each others opinions and points while discussing important topics. They weren't each others favorite person, but they were mature enough to try and "get along". I mean, do we all remember that Gale went on a mission to RESCUE Peeta?

and, the biggest mistake Gale ever made was to drop those bombs. Or at least, help create them.

i believe it is never implied/said that Gale knew that Prim would be there. He new the paramedics would be, so they could attend people's wounds, but we don't know if he was aware of the fact that Primrose Everdeen, the girl he saw grow up, that he protected like she was his own little sister, the girl he took care of when her big sister went to the Hunger Games just so she could live and then came back, the girl who was sweet and took care of others in a motherly way nobody else in Twelve seemed to be, would be there.

As much as i hate and can't stand Gale, i will never, under ANY circumstances, believe that he would EVER be okay with "dropping" a bomb over Prim. He would "drop" it over Capitol children any day, (which i believe is so fucked up i can't even put my disbelief into words) but Primrose Everdeen would remain untouched.

or at least that's what i think he thought.

if you are thinking this is a Gale defending post, and that i am a Gale Hawthorne apologist, you are absolutely wrong.

never in my life you would catch me excusing and trying to mend a FICTIONAL character's actions, but i will try my best to explain them. I've seen some justified hatred towards Gale as a character because of his actions, but it's more the amount of hatred i've seen from people that think Gale is redouced to a annoying bitch who just wanted to get with Katniss and who didn't care about her.

a) that shows me the amount of media literacy you have (none).

and b) you are just hating on him for the sake of hating, not for VALID reasons.

hating Gale because of his toxic behavior, his problematic ways of dealing with tense situations, and how he acted with other people are VALID reasons, but hating him because he was mean to Peeta, wanted to get with Katniss and killed Prim "in purpous" is perhaps the stupidiest shit i've ever read. Stop watering down COMPLEX and MORALY GREY characters just because of their superficial mistakes/actions.

[sleepymarimo]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

summary: one time zoro pushes your affections away and another time when he begrudgingly accepts them. pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: none, zoro being a cutie and confused about soft feelings an: just some fluff bc I have a headache and I wanna give him a hug :( wc: 1.2k

it seemed like zoro had always let the oddest things to happen to him.

he’d let chopper climb atop his head, tiny hooves brushing through strands of moss green hair. when the reindeer’s soft fur tickled the skin of his cheeks, he didn’t blink.

he’d let usopp cling to him in fear, idly looking around with a bored expression as the sniper tugged at his hakama or pushed him right toward whatever threat lay before them.

the list goes on and on, the ever stoic swordsman never really putting in the effort to actively resist his crew mates or the occasional curious animal.

with that in mind, you figured that you’d be able to get away with some gestures of your own.

after a particularly rough battle, you’d been so utterly happy that your arms wrapped around the rugged swordsman, squeezing him tight.

you blame it on the adrenaline, not those pesky feelings of yours that you refuse to acknowledge.

it was an innocent embrace, imbued with nothing but affection and glee, yet that didn’t stop him from tensing at your touch.

the next thing you remember is being pushed away, gently but firmly, and feeling dumbfounded.

“the hell are you doing?” he had roughly questioned, brushing off your much-too-sweet touches from his person.

uncomfortable.

he was uncomfortable and he hated it, not particularly fond of feeling so vulnerable from something as simple as a damn hug.

looking between him and your still awkwardly stretched out arms, you come to a sort of realization.

zoro didn’t just let things happen to him. no, he allowed them. every touch and tug and pinch was permitted, actively decided upon by the marimo.

that fiasco was almost a whole week ago, the thousand sunny now barreling through the rolling waves of the sea in the hopes of reaching a winter island.

even as the air became colder, the clouds darker, you continued to simmer.

unjustifiable annoyance creeps into your brain just thinking about how he pushed you away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment and hurt alike.

he didn’t feel that bad.

the swordsman had boundaries, which was understandable, set in place for the sake of self-preservation.

that small flip his heart did when he felt you hug him? the boiling heat that clawed up from his chest to his cheeks and to the tips of his ears? absolutely not.

he didn’t want to deal with that, especially after a fight and with the rest of the crew watching.

it took time for you to adjust your actions, to maneuver around the barriers he’d set in place for himself.

being the stubborn little thing you were, you decided to throw yourself into the jaws of the tiger once more.

you try your luck on a brumal morning, a light frost already starting to form on the deck. it seems like the water is still, the sea easily parting as the ship effortlessly glides on its surface.

the observation deck is your destination, where you’re sure the marimo will be.

and indeed he is, outwardly unaffected by the biting cold.

meticulous as ever, at least when it comes to his craft, he sits on a mat and polishes his blades. shoulders relaxed, but eyes sharp, he goes about his task with precision.

he knows you’ve just entered the observation room, thinking that a nod of his head and a small grunt is enough of a greeting.

the scent of steel and polish hang in the air as he continues, figuring that you’d come in to grab something.

he doesn’t expect to be what you want. what else was he good for besides swinging a damn sword around?

you mask your nerves and step inside, taking brisk steps towards the swordsman. it’s now or never, you think, quick to take a seat behind him on the mat.

with slow and gentle movements, you situate yourself into your preferred position.

your chest presses into his back, the rough material of his shirt not enough to keep you from resting your cheek there.

your inner thighs hug his outer ones, the firmness of the muscle beneath forcing you to hold back a shudder. sealing the deal, you loosely wrap your arms around his midsection.

“good morning.” you mumble, speaking to him as if he were a deer about to bolt.

silence is what you get in return and you wish you could peer into that thick skull of his to see what he was thinking.

warm.

that’s how zoro feels at first, before something akin to discomfort starts to gnaw away at him.

his hands come to a stop, his head lifting as he stared ahead and processed just what the hell you were doing.

there’s a split second of stillness- a period of time where he decides if he wants to revel in your touch or bask in his solitude for a moment longer.

it feels like eons pass before the tension is broken, fizzling into nothing as if it didn’t exist in the first place.

his hands resume their task of polishing his prized swords. the muscles in his body relax and everything else suddenly melts away.

he grants you permission.

he allows it.

“morning.” he grumbles back, speaking with an air of nonchalance that contrasted with how fast his mind was racing.

it’s a delicate balance, as frail as the thin layer of ice starting to form on the glass windows.

you know now more than ever to hold off on the banter and teasing, unless you wanted to get bucked off.

taking what you’ve been given, you’re content enough with releasing a deep breath and letting the rise and fall of his back lull you into a light doze.

time seems to pass slower in this world, in this little pocket of tranquility which exists only for the two of you.

when you finally decide to loosen your grip and pull away, he lets out a noise equivalent to a growl.

he’s almost offended.

one of his hands holds your wrist in place, his grip firm. he’s never been good at displaying tenderness, his words unintentionally gruff. “oi, where are ya goin’?”

he releases your arm, almost daring you to defy him. his muscles relax once more, calloused hands resuming the tedious task of polishing steel as he picks up his next sword.

his tone is softer, spoken as a mumble as if he was afraid of saying too much. “just stay a little longer.”

the request has you momentarily astonished, eyes widening a tad before you got a grip on yourself. your arms settle back around his waist, a pleasant buzz spreading in your chest and down to your toes.

you were well aware that this was a rare opportunity, one that you could not and would not pass up.

so, you let out a sigh and rest your cheek on his back once more.

his aura seems to encapsulate you, making you feel safe and at ease.

he’s satisfied with your reaction, how you effortlessly unwind and how your breaths even out.

once again, he’s warm.

zoro decides that he can spend hours just like this.

for the crew, he could always be a demon. for you? he wouldn't mind being a bit more human.

[freakenomenon]

okay hereeee are some ted opinions that i feel as though i should share before i explode with frustration.

teds paranoia is due to AM of course, yes. this is horribly tragic and what AM has done to the survivors is HORRIBLE. but.... it doesn't excuse the CLEAR misogynistic bias ( and possible racial bias STAY WITH ME HERE IM BLACK I AM THE MOST CERTIFIED TO TALK ABOUT THIS. ) ted displays towards ellen. when talking about the others he doesn't make derogatory statements towards their gender identities or their choices within their past lives. especially with benny being gay he only states that AM had sexually humiliated him because of it, which does not mean he agrees with it. but then when he shifts over to ellen it's so OBVIOUS how victim blamey and sexist his words are. implying that she enjoys servicing them and that AM had given her pleasure despite her clearly not wanting any of that. he doesnt only just GLOSS OVER the sexual humiliation of benny, he uses it against ELLEN. paranoia does not CAUSE bigotry to sprout, as someone with paranoia if anything it's more offensive to IMPLY that it would cause saying something that horrendous to a SEXUAL ASSAULT VICTIM. ( not only talking about the elevator here by the way, ellen being forced to service the others can genuinely be considered proximity assault and COERCION but whatever ) yes, i do feel bad for ted in the aspect that he is a torture victim and he's gone through so much and that he has genuinely been driven mad. but bigotry within madness cannot be justified in ANY right. it's also very insulting to his character to imply that his ONLY personality traits are being a douchebag. yes it's a big part of him because he is ,,, a douchebag. but to truly understand why you shouldn't like ted as a PERSON ( not as a character, he's very well written do whatever you want ) you have to peel away exactly at what makes his actions unjustifiable in the end.

moving on, his portrayal in the game is both interesting and completely absurd and horrendous. let me start this off by saying. Ted. Does NOT. love ellen. Ted is not ACTUALLY in love with this woman. He's just clinging to whatever he can for validation and he believes that he is ENTITLED to her validation because of his isolation and belief that the MEN hate him. not to mention his warped view on sex due to him being groomed may have led him to believe that sex = love. the short sporadic and awfully humiliating sparks of passion between ellen and ted during those intimate moments, especially for a grooming victim. may be incredibly confusing and conflicting. which of course is not at all teds fault, he's a victim. i don't blame him for that. teds character in the game in some aspects couldve been a beautifully done portrayal of how "love" and a want for it can bring out the worst in someone. that having trauma doesn't always make good functioning morally correct members of society. in other aspects. it's. bad. God fucking. JESUS it's bad i don't even want to talk about how horrendous he is written in the game christ on a celery stick. I can't even say this is because of my personal disliking of ted. all of the characters are so STRANGELY written in the game that is actually absurd in resemblance to their characters in the short story. but whatever.

rant over.

[alkaline-wtr]

ELEVATOR

Ghost x gn!reader

Description: Ghost and reader are neighbors who get stuck together in an elevator. Genre/Warnings: Ghost x reader, gn!reader, fluff, angst, a little hurt comfort, possibly enemies to lovers, imagine WC: 987

My Masterlist

**AN Good morning! Here's a little fluff, I don't exactly know if the genres I tagged it as fit, but either way i thought this piece was cute. Enjoy.

Ghost steps onto the elevator watching it close slowly, the doors are almost shut when he hears a voice.

"Wait!"

He peered through the two metal plates you come walking quickly down the hall.

Ghost lets out an irritated sigh realizing it's you.

You and Ghost were neighbors. Living on the same floor of the apartment building. For some reason, despite your efforts over the last year Ghost just didn't seem to like you. In fact, he despised you.

Ghost wasn't exactly sure what it was about you that made him dislike you so much. Maybe it was your intrusive nature.

You put your hand in between the doors causing them to retract.

"Good morning, Simon. How are you?"

You asked in a sweet voice as you stepped onto the elevator beside him.

"Fine."

Ghost grumbled in response. You smile back at him but there is a sadness in your eyes.

Ghost presses the button for the first floor. He is obviously in no mood for small talk.

The elevator begins its descent. A low hum emits from the fluorescent lights overhead. Filling the uncomfortable silence between you.

You're watching as the numbers go down when suddenly the elevator comes to a halt rumbling beneath your feet.

The first thought that comes to Ghost's mind is confusion. His hand reaches across you and taps the button a couple times.

You watch with wide eyes as Ghost fiddles with the buttons.

"We're not stuck, are we?"

Ghost's glares at you,

"Obviously." He snapped.

Normally the comment would have hurt you but all you felt at this moment was the rising panic at the realization of the situation.

Ghost sighs pulling out his phone. He immediately notices the absence of the little white bars on the top of the screen.

"No reception."

He states, holding his cell up in the air in an attempt to find a connection.

The pounding of your heart is like a drumbeat in your chest. The warm wave of the fear and adrenaline washing over you makes you feel disconnected. You don't hear Ghosts frustrated grunts.

You'd always had anxiety, and this was one of your biggest fears.

Ghost lowers his Phone and looks down to you.

"What?"

Ghost asks annoyed. Pure terror is apparent on your face.

"I-I just- This... has always been a fear of mine."

You stuttered.

His expression softens. Ghost was well aware of anxiety and the effects it can have.

"It'll be okay."

His attempts at reassuring you don't seem to work as your breathing grows shallower.

Instead of the usual irritation Ghost felt being in your presence, he felt sympathetic towards you. Understanding first-hand how you were feeling in this moment.

"I suffer from anxiety too sometimes."

His voice is soft, and you can see something in his eyes you never had before, vulnerability.

The momentary silence between you two is loud. Your eyes are locked with his before you finally speak.

"Simon?"

The words are soft. He looked at you expectantly.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

The whispered question hangs in the air. Ghost breathes out a sigh averting his eyes.

"I don't..."

He stops himself from answering and thinks. Ghost hadn't really had a reason. He just wasn't fond of you. His negative feelings were unjustified. As he thought back to all the previous interactions, he realized you'd never been anything but nice to him.

With the pain and hurt of his difficult past, He'd found it hard for him to tolerate your positive and bubbly attitude. He was hurting deep inside, and you only brought that to light.

The truth was you hadn't done anything wrong, Ghost just couldn't separate his feelings of frustration from his opinion of you.

"I owe you an apology, y/n. I've allowed my own frustrations to interfere with my behavior towards you. It is unfair, and you never deserved to bear the brunt of it."

You looked at him shocked by his words. Ghost didn't seem the type to apologize.

"Will you please forgive me?"

He asked. Ghost knew you had every right to turn him away. After the way he had treated you for so long, he didn't deserve your forgiveness.

As always you proved to be kindhearted with your generous response.

"Of course. We all have our struggles. I appreciate you being honest with me."

You smiled at him. Your smile seemed so genuine and pure.

"I know this may mean nothing but if I'm honest with you, I've always liked you."

Your admission takes Ghost by surprise. The truth of the matter was that you had feelings for Ghost for a while. By hanging around and being friendly you hoped he could eventually warm up to you. Although, it had all seemed stupid now, you should have just communicated.

Ghost searched your face for any indication of what you were thinking. He had no idea how to respond. So, he did the only thing that came to mind at the moment.

A rough hand grabs your cheek forcing you to face him. Ghost hovers his lips over yours for a moment a silent way of asking for your permission.

When you didn't pull away Ghost took that as an okay to continue. His plush lips brush against yours.

You stiffen in hesitation, unsure of your actions. This had been a moment you'd only dreamt of and now that it was happening you didn't want anything to mess it up.

Finally, you lean in, kissing him back.  laughing nervously, when he pulls away.

"I almost forgot that we are stuck in an elevator."

You whisper. Ghost chuckles to himself and glances around

"Oh yeah. We aren't we."

He leans across you and presses the emergency call button. As you're waiting for Ghost to find a solution to the situation you can't help but smile to yourself feeling giddy and excited about what is to come.

[zivazivc]

im too scared to ask because of the answer but is Hed and Les relationship ok?

(you should be scared)

They love each other unconditionally and are closer than most siblings, and I want to answer with a definite yes, but it’s more of a soft yes.

They’d die for each other and would never want to cause each other any harm, but they both hold very deep-rooted and painful resentment toward each other. This anger, while valid on its own, feels unjustifiable and selfish to both brothers, and is why they have a hard time addressing it. It only starts to get resolved later (for now I’m aiming at the time frame after Floyd leaves the band and before Les runs into him again, which is Hed’s late twenties and Les’s early thirties) when Les finally opens up to Hed about things that happened during their early childhood in the Rock Kingdom, which Hed was too young to comprehend or remember, and this revelation puts a lot of things into perspective for Hed and is extremely cathartic for both of them.

Like I’ve mentioned, Les didn’t talk to Hed about his trauma, (they are four years apart which is a big gap when you’re a kid), and Hed could never fully understand why Les had taken him with him to the Funk Kingdom. It’s a question he never receives an honest answer to, and it’s something he (although unwillingly/with doubt) resents him for since he had a difficult childhood in Vibe City as the only tiny Rock Troll who always got othered and excluded, even bullied.

There is also the related issue where Hed doesn’t understand why his brother is so troubled and disconnected, because he’s under the impression that they’ve more or less been in the same boat all their lives. That it’s always been them against the world. He even thinks Les had it better than him since he is half Funk and sticks out less like a sore thumb among a Funk society than Hed does…

I realize I’ve never addressed this directly, even though I figure some of you probably assume it already, but Les is a deeply depressed character and has been like this since he was very young (similar to Branch, although it’s expressed differently), and he has occasional episodes where he spirals and even becomes suicidal. The first time it happened and he tried to go through with it, Hed was only 8-10 years old, and the fact that his big brother was willing to end it all and leave him alone shook Hed’s entire world. The incident filled him with such intense fear and hurt that he cannot find it in him to forgive his brother for it no matter how much he wants to. He also developed anxiety surrounding Les’s mental state and is terrified of letting him out of his sight for longer periods for fear of losing him.

Les’s resentment towards Hed stems mostly from jealousy and not knowing where to direct his own hurt, and he hates himself for these feelings because none of it is Hed’s fault. — Hed is/was both of their dads’ favorite son, and as far as Les is convinced, he was their mom’s favorite too. He dodged all the worst abuse Les experienced under Butch, Butch even flaunted Hed as his son just to put Les down, and as a little kid Les pretty much hated his baby brother for it. Hed was always seen as the “better” brother even though Hed was a loud brat compared to Les. But it didn’t take long for him to grow on Ish and his roommates while there was always tension between Les and his dad (due to Les already being deeply messed up by the time they got to Ish). Hed in general is a charismatic social butterfly who knows how to get on trolls’ good side. He vibes with both Rock and Funk Trolls, and clicks with most music and trolls in general, while Les struggles with social interactions that aren’t work related and often comes off awkward, especially as a teenager, he’s more casual in his twenties and onward, though still very much closed off.

Hed is also very smart (academically. in regards to reading the room, he is a dumbass), he always kept up with school, which he was allowed to attend without question, there was even early talk about uni, while Les never even got to finish elementary school because of his poor performance and him getting expelled over an incident, and was forced to start working early.

Hed also (because of his small size) was often let off the hook when he’d get into trouble/do something stupid. He was babied (word used loosely) by Ish and their uncles a lot in general. If Hed broke something, he’d get yelled at while Les would have to fix it or pay for it out of his pocket. 

They lived under two completely different sets of rules all their lives and Les festered a lot of hurt from the unfairness of it.

Les’s resentment wanes over time. Floyd is the one who helps him find release for a lot of his bottled up pain during their time together. Floyd is basically the first person Les confides in about nearly everything he was put through, and he encourages Les to talk to Hed about it. Which he does after a few years, and Hed learning about what his brother was put through as a little kid is what allows him to finally understand and forgive his brother…

[bitterduo]

STOP INFANTILIZING JAKE ENGLISH. STOP TREATING HIM LIKE HE IS FREE OF CONSEQUENCES.

Jake English is such an interesting character because the way he is written infuriates me (in a good way). I saw a particular text post saying basically that Jake English did nothing wrong and that Jane is an asshole for being upset at him. This is just… Wrong. I think a lot of people in general like to try and make Jake seem like he cannot do any wrong because he has neurodivergent traits and is heavily implied to be neurodivergent. This is not to say Jake was entirely in the wrong in some situations, but neither were his friends when they became upset at him. Because, guess what Tumblr, they are teenagers and teenagers are flawed as fuck.

The main thing I would like to talk about is the pages where Jane yells at Jake (starts at page 5521).

While obviously Jane’s passive aggressiveness did not help the situation whatsoever, she was very clearly upset at the fact that one of her only friends forgot about her birthday. After he realizes he forgot, he starts making up excuses. Obviously his forgetfulness is not his fault but I feel like Jane’s slight is definitely not unjustified.

Not to mention he doesn’t even say “happy birthday” to her once during the conversation and instead makes stupid quips and proceeds to dump his relationship problems onto her. Before then though, he goes on a huge ramble to try and avoid his problems (aka what he was initially going to talk about with Jane).

During his conversation with Jane where he should be moving on as he’s decided to, it’s obviously complete filler of a conversation where he repeated over and over how Jane is 16. He’s only talked to her about his issues for so long it’s obvious that he doesn’t know how to initiate in a normal conversation with her anymore. When she finally gives him the go ahead to say it (likely because she was tired of a nonsense filler conversation) he all too eagerly tells it as if he was just biding his time for when she’d let him speak. It’s an asshole move really.

Obviously communicating with your friends and being there for them when they are struggling is good, but whenever Jake seems to talk to Jane, it is only really about his problems. Not to mention, he never talks to the person he’s having issues with (majority of the time Dirk) and instead ghosts them for weeks on end.

Not to mention he’s the one to push her into the conversation.

If you actually read the conversation you will also notice that her messages become more sparse and short while Jake’s get longer while he rambles.

When Jake says “laying low” he means ignoring and avoiding Dirk’s attempts to actually try and talk. Not to mention he also insults Dirk by saying he is “needy” and that essentially saying he is tired of Dirk’s company.

And here we fucking are folks, the bread and fucking butter of this whole convo, the shit and jam. Saying that Dirk is annoying and that his “paranoid prophecy” (you know, the one about all of his friends hating him?) is going to come true, aka saying that he does hate Dirk and no longer even wants to interact with him. And guess what? Jake is not even trying to communicate with Dirk on the matter and is instead dumping all this shit ON THEIR FRIEND.

Anyways, let’s skip to when Jane starts getting upset.

In this scene, Jake is practically ignoring her until she basically begins screaming at him. Not to mention the two last messages from Jake are extremely dismissive and so incredibly un-self aware.

Again with his strange quips and being weirdly self deprecating and pity-ing towards himself.

You can very clearly tell she’s upset, reclaiming something she let be their thing but changing it to just hers. Instead of doing the rational thing which would be to apologize, continue this at a later date or ask what you can do to make it up, he focuses on the semantics of the phrase, trying to come up with a new one. This is very obvious that he’s avoiding the topic because he’s uncomfortable with the thought of facing these issues.

After that, on page 5528, she TELLS him the issue and proceeds to keep doing the thing that’s making her UPSET.

She then freaks out again and then Jake finally tries to do something smart by insisting that they talk about it tomorrow (something JANE insisted on EARLIER) and then when she gets more upset and Jake proceeds to basically Jane not to be upset (“Aw come on jane. be a sport.”)

TLDR; stop woobifying Jake English and acknowledge the fact that he also fucks up, just like his friends.

[daenerystargaryen06]

I saw a comment on another post about how fans of Daenerys (and those who also support TB) cannot accept criticism of Daenerys' character and go overboard with our love for her.

This statement is entirely false. Daenerys fans do entirely accept Daenerys' flaws and criticism to her character- so long as the criticism is done properly and makes sense. We only go against criticism when said criticism entirely misconstrues Daenerys' character in a false and gross way. Bending the text of the books or even early seasons of the show as an excuse to "criticize" Daenerys is obviously going to be ignored because it presents an entirely false narrative. The ones who do this mainly are Daenerys antis/Sansa stans/Jonsa stans. Most critical points/metas they make against her can be disproven (and have been many times) by reading the text of the books and analyzing Daenerys' show scenes early season before her character became entirely ruined by s8.

Daenerys fans do accept criticism of Daenerys and we do acknowledge her flaws. But the difference is that those who do criticize her often tend to paint her out to be 'evil' or the main villain for ASOIAF/GoT, when she isn't. Daenerys, like every other character in the ASOIAF series, is a gray character. Us fans see and know this. But Daenerys antis only look at her through a lens of black-and-white, which is an issue of itself, considering she isn't meant to be viewed that way. The reason why us Dany fans/stans go against criticism of Dany so much is because it's often wrong and entirely out of proportion, in which we make counter points/arguments backed up with actual textual evidence from the books or scenes from the show. The criticism against Daenerys isn't just critically analyzing her as a character, it's blatant hate and often misconstrued to paint her in a light that makes her seem worse than she is.

When we look in the world and setting of ASOIAF/GoT, Daenerys' actions are just like any other character in that world, only not as extreme, and when she makes the decisions she does within the books she questions the choices she's made and thinks heavily over them.

When you look at the men of ASOIAF and GoT, their actions are in line with/far worse than what Daenerys has done. Tywin has eradicated an entire house, slaughtered countless people, treated his son with disdain for being born a dwarf, etc. Robb executed a man for going against his orders. Jon killed a child (despite the child having taken part in his murder- it was still a child) and is much darker in the books. Tyrion has fantasies of violence towards Cersei, expects Sansa (a child) to want him when they're wed, etc. Robert nearly slaughtered and eradicated an entire House, laughed over dead bodies of children, r*ped Cersei often when drunk, etc. Ned executed a deserter of the Night's Watch. And we all know how terrible Euron and Ramsay are in the books/show.

And yet Daenerys receives more hate than these men over her actions, is viewed more critically, and is 'criticized' far more than said men. Which is unfortunately driven by misogyny. The difference between Daenerys and the men of ASOIAF is the fact that she is a woman. If she were a man, I doubt her actions would be so heavily analyzed and torn into by antis. Anyone could say that isn't true- and yet, it's evident in the way Daenerys is heavily hated and discussed most over compared to anyone else who has done far worse compared to her.

It's not the fact that we don't accept criticism over Daenerys. It's the fact that us fans have to always constantly defend her over hate that is unjustified to her character. Is it even so wrong that we show love and support to her character anyway? I'm sure everyone else does that for their own favorite characters as well and deny criticism to them often if the criticism is actual bullshit over a valid critical and neutral analysis. Why is it so wrong for us fans to do so?

A blog I will always recommend that actually does amazing metas character analysis- @rainhadaenerys.

[plutoloulou]

I hate that I have to state this again, but...

The hate towards Lou is super unjustified and just plain nasty! How are some of you so blind to see that he's actually a really nice guy, who enjoys playing his character, and also enjoys interacting with the fans (something that he doesn't have to do, but chooses to)

And when I say fans I mean the people who say they care about the show and really mean it, cause some of you "fans" seem to only care about one thing and it's becoming very clear

Please do better instead of holding a petty grudge against an actor who is just doing his job and stop twisting his words to make him look bad! Whatever happend to separating the actor from the character if you hate the character that much (another thing I don't understand is how people can hate Tommy so intensly and act as if character development doesn't exist)

[jokeson-u]

here my thing with the 'travis is misogynistic' argument or whatever. while i dislike using the 'product of his time' defense bc it sounds like an excuse... it is true. esp w his father figure. BUT. even so. the way some people talk as if thats like.. his whole character is. really weird. his sexism wasnt even an overarching plot point in s1. it was just a trait he had, showcased in a handful of lines. and even then, all of that seized by 1x09. his displays of misogyny die out before the first season even does, and by season 2, hes fully involved with and respectful towards the group. pretending that hes some raging misogynist to fuel and justify ur hatred for him is really strange considering its only a tiny aspect of season 1. where are the think pieces of taissa and jackie having internalized misogyny? i mean, they were really comfortable slut shaming natalie. but u wont see anything about that bc, like travis, those encounters were brief and confined to one half of season 1. do u hate on misty for trying to drug ben w the clear intent to assault him? no. do u hold virtually ANY of the girls accountable for their unjustified actions? or do u just like to hate travis? im not even a travis stan! i barely care about him! but the way u guys hype the girls for problematic shit that progresses, but hate travis for something that was only featured a handful of times in season 1, is weirdddddd. travis's growth was a great little subtle side story that we silently see unfold. one that didnt delve into his sexism but instead lets us see him gradually become ingrained with the women around him. maybe lets not discredit that lol

[isdalinarhot]

on the state of kholin haterism on tumblr

this is gonna be a long one, so bear with me.

one thing i think that has changed in the tumblr fandom in the three years that ive been in it is that the culture in 2021 was ALSO at a largely anti-Kholin sentiment, but there were two key differences.

the first is that most people making critiques of such characters would use the tag #kholin critical, which was useful either if you were sensitive to criticism of one of the kholins for whatever reason AND if you wanted to read analysis of some of their faults by many different users under one tag.

the second is that said kholin critical criticisms were... less stupid? like a lot of it was talking about reddit fandom hypocrisy where dalinar was held up as righteous and badass and could do no wrong even though he had tons of personal and political faults that other characters (largely people who WERENT extremely powerful nobles) were demonized for. also a lot of stuff like "adolin is kaladins friend now but i dont think just categorizing it as simple enemies to besties is fair because adolin WAS being overtly racist to kaladin at the beginning there". a lot of discussion about how the Kholins treat darkeyes and characters of lower dahns where the bigotry there was being downplayed by fans in favor of the characters being painted both by fandom and in the universe of the books as Always Right All The Time. stuff like that.

that's not to say the whole kholin crit tag was all, like, stuff that isnt bullshit. people have been dunking on elhokar for being a whiny failking since the beginning of time. but the vibes were a lot different.

kholin critical kind of fell out of favor as a hashtag because most of us realized hey on a doylist level either the things we're criticizing the kholins for are purposeful character flaws that make for richer, more realistic, more engaging characters; or they're oversights from the moderate liberal Sanderson, in which case, why are we complaining about Dalinar doing this, when we should be complaining about Sanderson doing this. so this whole thing is stupid. and also by then the atmosphere on tumblr was way different, this was by and large the Moash Website and while people were haters about characters they did not put the hate in character tags so people largely avoided each others haterism. and there was peace for like a year and a half, i guess.

things are way different now. for context. i track the #dalinar kholin tag. so whenever my dash is dead im checking my tracked tags, and thus i see every original post about dalinar that someone decided to tag #dalinar kholin. and boy howdy, things have devolved. this used to be a chill experience for me, i'd see first time readers go OH MY GOD HE DID WHAT?????? during oathbringer and "[some philosophical shit dalinar said]" -brandon sanderson. follow for more inspiring book quotes" about three times a day, fanart once every couple weeks or so, stuff like that. but now a solid 75% of the posts in dalinars tag are like. hate. not literary criticism, but hate. sometimes about justified things, sometimes about unjustified things, but still, extremely negative.

in a bubble, that's fine. god knows ive been a hater on my blog before and ill be a hater on my blog again. and its not even like im opposed to reading well thought out criticism of my faves on any level because, like, dalinar is kind of a rat bastard! but like. listen. you don't put character hate in that character's tag. you don't do that. the people who are checking a character's tag are fans of that character and fandom is for fun. being a hater directly reaching out to the lovers for comment is rude as hell.

also a lot of the things people dislike about dalinar tie back to his neglectful fatherhood and his alcoholism which is, like, a thing i understand people would have strong negative feelings towards him for having because Neglectful Alcoholic Dad is like one of the top 10 kinds of abusive dads out there so lots of people have very visceral very personal experiences related to that. but when posting about this in any form whatsoever it feels like im having to go back to Treating Addicts Like Human Beings 101. like i feel like ive made a billion posts to the tune of "okay kids, you can do bad things while drunk and you are still responsible and you can also get drunk at inopportune times and you are still responsible, but the act of being addicted to alcohol does not make a character ontologically evil". and like thats. um. a personal thing but also oh my goodness.

i dont really have a conclusion to this. im just thinking goddamn its bleak out here right now.

[orphicrose]

can i request caitlyn kiramman x female zaunite reader who's extremely passionate about the cause of "the nation of zaun" and her hate towards topsiders especially enforcers. maybe like teenage enemies to friends to lovers. also headcanons for if the reader also gets taken in by silco alongside powder/jinx following the cannery explosion. also with the reader being a mage with smoke and shadow related powers.

Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! This is an au where Violet refused to help Caitlyn so she took her mission upon herself.

There will be 3 parts since i got carried away. Head cannons coming soon !

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The lanes were a bitter place, filled with bitter people. Y/n was no stranger to that. She had grown up suffocated by it, downing in ignorance and self-righteousness from the people above. Always wanting more from the life she was given, and strongly believing she was in the wrong for it. Till she met him. He was her savior, at first. The father she'd always dreamed of. Pulling her from the pits of despair and into his arms.

Silco was a powerful individual with big ambitions, sharing her vision of the nation of zaun. He made her believe she were the key to the revolution, being his little toy for a while without her knowledge.

Veins glowing purple, permanently, from the dread of shimmer. Being his lab rat. Shot, after shot. Day in and day out. Short term affects from the drug had worn off after a while of usage, her body growing a tolerance. And with the constant shots of this unknown substance came long term affects, abilities. Silco spent a while, scratching his head, curious as to how shed obtained such skills from his small . But no answers were clear. Perhaps she was just a mutation, a mistake in the universes code.

"Y/n" a name echoed down the halls, Silco's footsteps approaching the rundown room. "I've been waiting for you all morning" his frame leant against the door way, watching her throw an old rubber ball against the wall.

"I'm tired" She bit back, legs crossed and eyes focused on the movement of the sphere leaving her hand.

"That enforcer is sniffing about again. Deal with it or you are doing the patrol tonight" she listened to his footsteps fade away before letting out a frustrated growl. Patrol meant handing out shimmer to the poor beggars in the street. She didn't understand his motifs anymore. How corrupting their people was supposed to help grow their nation. But he had a big plan, she was certain. It would come together eventually.

Life was quiet recently, ever since Vander was stripped from the undercity seven years ago. Quiet from enforcers, that was. Everything else was a drugged up mess.

But when patrols did make their rounds, it was never good.

Y/n climbed her way through the lanes, not in much of a hurry, looking over the bustling streets miles below her feet. Glaring lights reflecting bright pink hues off her face. No Piltover twats anywhere to be seen.

Lurking with a hesitancy in the tall buildings, a young enforcer with little experience. Her curiosity inevitably going to lead to her downfall one day. Scared eyes followed the buildings above her, stretching to the skyline, as she tries her best to take in the unfamiliar scene around her.

"What am i doing...?" She mumbles to herself, adjusting her hood around her neck and sliding it over her blue hair. "I don't even know where i'm going"

She follows the makeshift path in front of her, looking behind her every second with a unjustified fear of being followed. Not looking at the path shortening in front of her, she jolts forward as her foot misses the ground. A gasp escaping her lips, looking down to realize she was still on her feet. An arm stretched out around her shoulders, a barrier between her life and death.

"Yeah, the path ends there" y/n pulled her backwards, stepping back herself.

"I can see that" Caits eyes still widened with surprise, slowly turning to meet the woman's behind her.

It took a few seconds to notice the uniform before her defenses were up. She was the threat that needed to be taken care of.

"Thank you" Her voice both enchanted and concerned y/n. She was so young to be in this line of business, similar to herself. She would have felt sorry if she wasn't from the topside.

"You shouldn't be here." Y/n took a step backwards ever so slightly.

The two looked at each other, almost assessing the others next move or motifs. Caitlyn looking for anything possible to guide her, and y/n looking for an opportunity to get rid of her. The entitled scum.

"I don't suppose you could help me?" She took a step closer, a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes. It was strange to see a topsider who wasn't screwing their nose up at the sight of y/n. They usually made it obvious how little they cared, but not this one. It put y/n on edge. She didn't respond to the question, waiting for an answer.

"I'm looking for a... inventor" She chose her words carefully, holding up a unironically decorated bomb. Child like scribbles covering the sheet of its rusted metal. Y/n knew one person who drew like that, who made machines like that. The person who had grown up along side her, like a deranged sister. But a sister nonetheless. "I don't suppose you recognize this?"

Caitlyn knew the answer to that question the moment y/n's eyes fell onto the object in her hand. The worried expression on her face telling her to reach for the rifle on her back. Before both of them knew it, weapons were draw at each others head. Y/n wielding a small, volcanic pistol that her sister had crafted for her hands specially.

The scene had happened so quickly, neither really knew what they were fighting for in the moment.

"You're close to the creator, aren't you" Caitlyn jolted her rifle towards the woman accusingly, one eye resting on the scope.

"You don't know anything"

"She's dangerous"

Both stood in a stand off, waiting for the other to move as an excuse to pull the trigger.

"What are you going to do to whoever invented it?" Y/n questioned, adjusting the pistol in her sweating hands.

Caitlyn took a second to respond. Aiming to diffuse the situation, maybe get information if she was lucky.

"If you tell me who it is, i can help you. The whole of Piltover need someone behind bars for the stunt that was pulled. I need a story"

"A story or a name?" Y/n scoffed. "If i help you, how do I know you won't go behind my back and lock her up anyway? I could kill you right now and let this all be over"

"If i don't return home, they'll send more enforcers. Something tells me you don't want that" She lowered her weapon to the floor slowly, raising her hands above her head as a sign of surrender. "I can get you anything. Money?"

"A meeting with the council" Y/n was quick to order her. Having her priorities in order. "No questions asked, a meeting with the counsel and i'll help you"

"Deal"

"But I need your help with something. I'm not going to give you valuable information without being able to trust you first" Y/n prodded her shoulder with the barrel of her gun. Waiting for conformation.

Caitlyn shook her head, looking at the ground below her. A sigh escaping her lips. "Fine, but i won't hurt anyone"

"Then you have yourself a deal, buttercup"

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The young mage toured the enforcer around the maze of the lanes. Checking to make sure she was keeping up with her every so often, and finding it amusing when she hesitated to jump across the buildings with her. Her poorly executed jumps resulting in a thud in the metal of the rooftops, winding herself with every landing.

"keep up" She heard y/n's voice echo in front of her, struggling to keep up.

"Where are we going" Her breathlessness making her words almost unintelligible. Frustration across her face when there was no response to her reasonable question.

What felt like an eternity of running for the English, was just ten minutes. In ten minutes they had arrived at a tall, metal structure. Seemingly an old radio tower. Overlooking all of the underground, if it wasn't surrounded by a thick pollution.

"Are you going to tell me what we are doing yet?"

Y/n rolled up her sleeves, walking around the unstable structure as if she had lost something.

"Hello?" Y/n's hand fell to Caitlyn's mouth, forcing her to be quiet. The enforcer seconds away from struggling till a faint buzzing could be heard.

"Quiet, they are coming" She slowly moved her hand away, moving to her side. "Don't say anything and let me handle this okay?"

Strange, considering she was there to help and she was ordered not to do anything. Her back was up but Caitlyn had no time to argue, before a group of hoverboards came into view. The riders wearing masks and distinctive markings on their clothes. She recognized them. They were the firelights.

"Ekko" Y/n moved forward as the three figures gracefully walked off their boards and towards the woman. A hand held out, waiting for something. A drug deal?

Y/n pulled a shining blue rock from her pocket, emanating power. The hues shone through the fog and reflected off the eye holes cut into Ekko's mask. He took no time to snatch the orb away from her, inspecting it before passing it to his college behind him for safe keeping. A small envelop being pulled from his breast pocket and dropped into y/ns hand with little care.

Caitlyn's rage built inside her, leaping from her feet to attempt to grab the boy before he had the chance to escape. But she was too slow. Cursing them out as they faded away.

"Don't think i don't know what that was. I could see it a mile away glowing in your pocket." Y/n laughed, inspecting the piece of paper and tucking it neatly away in a back pocket.

"That was priceless! Do you know what you've done? Do you know what they could do with that?" Cait's voice more urgent than y/n had seen yet. Arms flailing about to further exaggerate her point.

"Yes, more than anyone-"

"And you gave it away for a piece of paper?"

"I need this! Don't worry, buttercup. We will get your little stone back. Trust me, this isn't good for me either" Y/n shrugged, beginning to walk towards a ladder that would lead them towards the ground.

Caitlyn mindlessly followed her. "Then why did you give it away so easily?"

"That's my business, okay? Stop worrying, we will get it back. Their defenses aren't exactly advanced right now." Y/n grabbed the top of the ladder and began her decent, voice following her down. Caitlyn's brows furrowed, muscles tensed with agitation. Now she didn't have a choice but to follow this woman through the dangers of the lanes. Screw her mission, that stone was far more important.

"This is ridiculous"

[theroamingtrashcan]

Am I the only one who is just so tired of hearing people give commentary/argue about Across the Spiderverse? They keep looking at this movie though a black and white lens, when you just can’t do that.

Miguel’s actions, reactions, etc. are all trauma based. I am not saying he is right, in fact the way he treated Miles was horrible and unjustified, but it was a projection of his own self hatred. He was so hard on him, willing to do everything he could to keep Miles from making the same mistakes he did. Miguel holds the death of 8 billion people on his shoulders, and the last thing he wants is for Miles bear that burden as well. And yes, Miguel’s theory is most likely wrong, but it’s worked so far. Between questioning Miguel, and the lives of 8 billion people, I don’t blame the spider people for going along with him. The unjust hate I have seen toward Spider Gwen and Spider Woman has been making me so mad. Gwen lost everything, then both Miguel and Jessica show up and give her a chance. So naturally she is going to follow them, even against Miles. That being said, I don’t blame Miles for going against them. Miguel blamed Miles for things he had nothing to do with, he didn’t build the collider, he didn’t cause the spider to bite him, it just happened. So of course he would fight against and ignore the warnings of the same people blaming his existence for the downfall of the multiverse.

This movie, the characters, almost all of them exist in a very morally gray area and people gotta stop trying to shove them into strict right and wrong.

[bonebabbles]

I know that this is obvious, cliche, and has been said before many times about many aspects of DOTC as I go through this, but... the most fitting words that I really have here is that this book sucks.

Path of Stars SUCKS. It's a ton of fanservicey scenes trying to pull at your heartstrings about Gray Wing's relationship with his shitty brother, with any lasting anger that the cats had towards Clear Sky drying up now that he's a father. again. He addresses NOTHING about the abusive behavior he CONTINUES to display, and it torments Star Flower with torture and premature labor for cheap drama.

And worst of all, WORST of all, is all this bullshit about how Slash is "Truly Evil" to make Clear Sky, and The Settlers, look better. Slash is JUST evil. NOTHING else. He has NO other traits besides that he hates love and friendship.

He pins a pregnant woman to the ground and licks her face while taunting how she was supposed to be his mate but he'll murder her at the end of the last book, then starves her as a hostage in this one,

He's sending out massive gangs of rogues to forcefully steal meat from The Settlers,

He has hatred "deep in his bones" and "needs to find reasons to justify" that, as if being evil is just part of his nature and he's never satisfied unless he's hurting someone else,

He wants to make The Settlers pay, just because they seem happy, like some kind of Care Bears villain,

And it's concluded, as Gray Wing snuggles up to his second wife, that,

It's setting me to a simmer. After this WORTHLESS arc has spent so long excusing and downplaying cats like Clear Sky, who has the highest body count in the entire series, tossing a redemption death at Tom the Wifebeater, and forcefully shoving Thunder into an arc about forgiving and being happy for a man who CONTINUES to attempt to manipulate him.

What it says really sets Slash apart from all the "not bad people" is love. Because he is so evil, he can't know what love or happiness really are, and no one could ever want to to see him.

You know, abusers are human beings? We understand this??

They don't crawl out of Hell one day, sniffing for happiness in the air and making a beeline towards the nearest vulnerable person. They often DO love their victims, and can even be truly loved in return, but that doesn't mean they didn't HURT them. That doesn't mean that what happened to you wasn't abuse.

REAL abusers don't act like Slash. They act like Clear Sky. Justifying their actions, using love against their victims as a manipulation tactic, sending them on guilt trips and using their leverage to control their target. But the writers decided to make this character out to be so evil, so unjustified, SUCH a perfect hate sink, so that they could make the realistic depiction look okay.

And... it makes Slash offensively boring. NO ONE remembers this fucking character. He has NOTHING going on. He only manages to bully the main characters for a single book before being driven off.

He's nothing. This book is nothing. It's killing me.

[blueaetherr]

can you write about mbappé where he’s out and sees a fan wearing a psg jersey with his name, she noticed him staring, just smiled at him and kept walking but that somehow made him want to get to know her. he stopped her and she told him that she hates attention so he got her number. you can decide on the ending:)

just for you

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where natural attraction occurs between two individuals

The evening was young when the house party began. Casual and comfortable too, as young adults moved freely in the home to do and say as they wanted, conversations both intellectual and easy present to accommodate everyone's interests. Food laid out neatly, everyone vibing with the current tunes playing and discussions in session. It was safe to say that the party was moving smoothly, and it remained the same as Kylian arrived later on.

To protect his peace he would never admit it but Kylian loved house parties. As much as he loved football—dedicating his life to perfecting his craft as a profession—he, too, as big as he was, understood that sometimes he needed to step away from the sport for his own well-being, to destress and unclog his mind from the worries of tomorrow. And attending house parties was the perfect alternative, something familiar and cosy he could always ease into.

Heading out of a room, somewhere deep in the house, Kylian noticed something from the corner of his eyes. A PSG jersey, more specifically someone wearing his PSG jersey. She seemed to be in pensive thought, just casually in her element as her focus remained on the art hung up on the wall to inspect it, unaware of the presence inspecting her from afar. Until she was.

Noticing such presence from afar she turned towards Kylian with a blank stare. "I-I'm sorry," he stumbled, taking a few steps back. He had been so lost in his gaze, innocently observing her for no apparent reason, that he had forgotten how he might be received. "I wasn't trying to, I just came from—"

"Don't even worry about it." Suddenly, the blank stare turned into a timid smile, one friendly and rather inviting. "I mean while you're here, you might as well..." she added, waving Kylian over.

Initially, Kylian was careful in his steps towards her. He didn't know if he should invade her space considering he'd failed to respect it not even a few minutes ago. But the more he moved towards her, her smile failed to fall flat, failed to show any signs of discontent and discomfort towards him. So eventually he found himself standing beside her, and let his eyes wander to the art piece she had been inspecting. Instantly, his face screwed up. "Oh, I get what you mean."

The young woman shook her head, almost in disappointment. She folded her arms. "I'm just confused. Like what exactly am I looking at here? Like, I get art can be perceived all kinds of ways or whatever, but nothing comes to mind with this." She turned to Kylian, hopeful. "What do you think?"

Kylian huffed and thought for a quick moment. "I don't know. I mean it's—" he had to chuckle a bit. The artwork spoke to him as abstract and surrealistic but even he didn't know what he meant when he said those words, so did his opinion really hold any weight? "I have no clue."

"You think our party host knows what it's all about?" She wondered, inspecting the art further.

Again, Kylian had to laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. He knew the host, his friend, prioritised the appearance of the artwork in his house over its meaning. "I don't think he understands any of the art pieces he owns."

Then this—a moment of bonding over unjustifiable art—led to the pair sharing a conversation, shifting between intellectual and easy. And it was here where his initial thoughts were proved wrong. Sharing names Kylian came to learn that he was speaking to Y/N, someone who enjoyed art but not enough to pursue it as a profession. Instead, she was an explorer of activities and knowledge; she liked to do and learn new things on the regular.

Their conversation didn't carry much substance to it, simply just casual talk, laughter and opinions yet Kylian found himself engaged. From the moment he noticed Y/N from across the hall to where they were, he was there openly tuning into her words, her hand gestures as she spoke rather freely and watching out for all her reactions to everything he said to her.

The conversation, this person he was sharing it with, it was the exact thing that Kylian searched for whenever he wanted to step away from football. Y/N offered him something familiar and comfortable and friendly even though she had been just a stranger not even an hour ago.

From a moment of silence, quite from nowhere, he mentioned, "I think we should hang out more." It was something Kylian chose to say, with confidence and hope because he chose to believe there was something for him and Y/N. Friendship, partnership, simple mutuals—he didn't know exactly what but he didn't find any troubles in that uncertainty. The possibility of something was what kept the hope alive.

Y/N glanced at Kylian and nodded, her eyes going round. "Yeah, that would be nice," she said with a low voice before her eyes diverted to the pool, the two having chosen to settle by it not too long ago.

His smile faded, his expression soon dulling. "You don't sound too thrilled by that."

"That's not how it is, believe me. It's just..." She shook her head before exhaling deeply, trying to gather her thoughts, "Just look at it from my perspective, okay? You found me in peace and quiet, Kylian. We're having a conversation in peace and quiet. You think we would still have that same peace and quiet if we went back to the party, if we left this house? I enjoy my peace and quiet, I really do."

Kylian couldn't help but understand her words because Y/N was right. This wasn't the first time someone rejected his friendship or want for something more because of his notability– either they wanted him because he was a football player or they didn't want him because he was a football player. 

And this was why he always wanted to stray away from football sometimes—he wanted to get away from the very thing that negatively affected his chances of truly connecting with others beyond football. It was unfair, of course, but that was just how it was and he couldn't do anything to change his situation.

"You could still have that," that peace and quiet, Kylian assured, "with me, you know? And I know that's hard to believe..." he shrugged, "but I can make things happen."

"You would do something just for me?"

"Just for you," he said smiling as he knocked their shoulders together. 

The truth is, Kylian was someone who always strived and worked towards everything he wanted in life. Not by force, but with grace and quality. And that was the same thing he wanted with Y/N—he wanted to experience her conversations, enjoy her friendship, have her company when he could—all there was to offer.

What he enjoyed, what he appreciated the most were familiar and comfortable and friendly people and things, and Kylian would rather not let that go for an inconvenience that he could probably work around. So yes, he would make things happen just for her.

Y/N nodded slowly, taking in his words. "How about this... I'll give you my number and we go from there?" She offered as the corners of her mouth lifted. 

Those words, Kylian's words, were spoken with care and dedication and for that, she was willing to give this person a chance at whatever it was to come for them. 'Cause the way he felt about her was mutual. She enjoyed his conversations, his laughs, his love for football, so much so that she wouldn't mind coming back to him sometime after this very house party.

So Kylian beamed, his grin reappearing upon his face. "Of course. Whatever you want to do." 

Maybe it didn't seem like much, but it was much more for Kylian. For him, it was hope, an opportunity for everything he could have with Y/N. And whether or not they would go far or not didn't seem to bother him that much. 'Cause the chance to have Y/N in his life—the chance to have Kylian in her life—seemed like a blessing in itself.

And checking his phone when he was about to sleep later that night, he let himself experience a second of delight.

y/n: don't think i saw a single art piece in there that i liked... fancy going to an art museum sometime 👀

That's why he kept the hope alive; they would soon find one another again.

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

It's wild that the general consensus as to a negative points about MCC is that it ALL boils down to Sapnap

Applications, genuine team structures, mutual agreement on teams, people being divided by how much they swear/don't swear, and the separation of players based on ability, were all things added and it's his fault

The reason why some of your favorite teams can't form is his fault, the reason why people don't trust others to be PG and therefore consistently team with the same people is his fault, THE REASON WHY SCOTT IS BLAMED FOR EVERYTHING IS HIS FAULT BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE TO ALWAYS BLAME SCOTT-

And genuinely I do not feel like they should have gave him more than three chances, because he would team with some people then lose then crash out and then he would go away for a month or so, then come back and claim he was a better person and then the cycle would repeat until he'd bullied his team enough to win in which they will left broken afterwards

Other thing is Smajor doesn't, hasn't and would not, put someone on a team if they said no to him being there. Meaning that each and every time he would come back he would successfully convince more than six people that he'd bettered himself as a person and then the Facade would crumble after 20 minutes and then would be back to square one

And what sealed it was him signing to Kick. I don't think I've ever seen such doubt within a group of people that someone could change until he signed to Kick.

And because of the application/forms that's where I did because of him, they couldn't remove him from that MCC because it would have been illegal, and technically "unjustified"

And even Tubbo got mad about it because there was a significant gap between the last MCC that he played and they genuinely thought he gone away and taken time to reflect only for him to come back with a 28 million dollar deal on an undeveloped website that could expose both his audience and other people's audiences to content they do not wish them to say.

To say that people were furious, would be the understatement of the year.

And this was genuinely his last chance. But the fact that it talk the exposure of inappropriate content to minor to get him out, just goes to show the amount of dedication those people had to hoping that he would become a better person.

And I can't fault them for having good intents but it was definitely a misplaced judgement.

So if there is anyone to blame it would be sapnap himself because he made promises that he couldn't keep and he is one of if not the only reason why MCC gets hate.

Every instance of extreme hatred towards MCC can all be tied back to him. Literally everything.

Like MCC14, when admittedly Scott has tested the map and gotten good placements. As did many other people got good placements and two other people who had also tested the map in that MCC we're in the top five.

And the immediately took it on board and addressed it later. They added Arrows to the map. And it was even stated that within there many testers no one had a problem.

Yet because Scott won the MCC, he was yelled at by Sapnap on stream for being a cheater, even though at the time it was assumed that normal would have any difficulty with the map and in previous MCC Scott had also given this help to Sapnap and they had one using his insider knowledge.

Literally set the president for any other MCC, and because of this Scott is always accused of cheating any time his team gets first or second. REGARDLESS of if he knows the map.

And people like soupforeloise (my goat) is also a map tester, yet she does not get the same amount of hate that Scott does (thank god)

But because of that one instance it is forever in grained in MCC haters that if Scott wins he's cheated.

He is also the reason why you'll never see Tommyinnit and Jimmy Solidaritygaming on the same team. And other teams like this

Because he engrained a sense of distrust when it came to reliability, he said many times that he wants were in an MCC with certain teams yet he continued to swear. Causing mass divides in you could and could not be on a team.

They also had to make new rules for him as Sapnap ALSO CHEATED, but no one called him out for it.

To be able to "practice" certain maps, him along with the other members of the Dream team, came together and paid someone to recreate certain Maps that they were bad at so that they could practice.

This was before MCC Island. Meaning that there was no real way to practice other than sparring against other people or coming up with another form of practice.

This is how he along with others was able to perform so well in Parkour Warrior, to which they had to build new maps.

Now tell me... IS THAT NOT CHEATING???

People like Technoblade or Smajor has one-off "offences of cheating" and didn't really do it again but he did it EVERY TIME

He was a cruel and very hypocritical person and it's genuinely a shame that they gave him so many chances

And yet, Scott and Tubbo are blamed for all the faults he left behind

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I didn't ask, did I? (Chapter 8)

Happy begrudgingly steps aside and walks after Tony into the diner. The billionaire skillfully ignores the gasps of surprise and the poor attempt to take pictures of him secretly as he strides straight up to the counter. "Two cheeseburgers and a large fry. To go." "Please get in line and wait for your turn, Sir." "Excuse me?" Tony slowly pulls his sunglasses down and glances at the skinny teen behind the register. "Bad hearing comes with age, huh?" mutters the teen under his breath. Happy makes a choking sound behind him. ___________________ Or, how Tony Stark gets sassed by some high schooler working part-time and makes it his mission to figure out what he did to make this kid he'd never seen hate him. If that means annoying the hell out of said high schooler, that's not his problem.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10

Chapter Summary: During his lab time, Tony gathers new information about Peter Parker.

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“Why are we lingering around here?”

Clint stands before his colleagues, his hands on his hips, glancing curiously at the people gathered in the hallway.

“We watch Tony talk on the phone.”

"Ah."

The archer peeks at where Sam is pointing, and his eyes fall on Tony, who is wildly gesticulating. The glass separating them from the conference room had to be isolated well because the man behind looked like he did not hold back on the decibels.

"Fury?"

"Fury," Steve confirms with a sigh.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Seventeen minutes,” Natasha replies dryly.

Narrowing his eyes, Clint watches as the billionaire stomps across the room, throwing his arms in the air, face scrunched into a scowl.

"It's about Spider-Man again?" he asks, reading the name on Tony's lips, followed by more words that Steve shouldn't be hearing. A glance at the blond's puckered brows told Clint the man had heard them either way.

“When are their conversations not about Spider-Man?” throws Sam in.

"At this point, it feels like Tony's obsession with the teenager who supposedly smeared the tower exists for him to use as a distraction from Fury and his constant questioning about the spider guy."

All eyes turn to Sam, the latter looking around as he feels them staring at him. "What? I thought that was quite logical.”

“It does sound logical. We didn't expect you to come up with such a sound conclusion."

Clint easily dodges the hand aimed at the back of his head.

Sam scoffs. “Who are you, Bucky 2.0? Don’t look at me like that, Steve. I didn’t insult anyone.”

Steve had already opened his mouth when the door to the conference room burst open.

“Is it time for the daily gossip again?”

“Oh, hey Tony. Didn’t know you're here too.”

Tony gives Clint a look that tells him what went through his mind without having to say a single word.

“You say that after watching me through a window for minutes?”

The spy stepped back, hands raised guiltily, but the smile betrayed him.

"Caught."

Tony rolls his eyes.

“Just keep poking fun at me. If Fury starts constantly breathing down your neck and placing unjustified expectations on you, you don’t need to come to me crying like your high school crush broke up with you.”

He turns away from the group.

“Friday, Lab Lockdown. I don't want to hear from anyone today unless it's an emergency. You know what, scratch that. Emergencies go to Cap."

“Of course, Sir.”

The others watch their colleague walk straight towards the elevator.

"What are we betting that he doesn't look for Spider-Man and continues spending looking for Parker?"

Sam glances at Clint.

“How do you know the boy’s last name?”

The archer shrugs his shoulders innocently.

"Wanted to know what was so special about the teen that made Tony make such a fuss over him."

Steve sighs deeply. “I hope you’re not spying on him too. It’s enough if Tony doesn’t know when to stop.”

“Calm down, Steve. I know how to behave.”

Steve didn't look convinced.

"Great, now that he's locking himself in his workshop and not letting anyone in, I'd better ask Bruce if he knows how to clean my wings of this weird plant slime."

While the rest of the team discusses the last mission, Tony arrives at his workshop.

"Friday, place an order with Subway and tell them to have Parker deliver it."

“Sir, Ms. Potts forbid you from ordering any more food on the premise of harassing Mr. Parker.”

Tony sputters, turning to one of Friday's cameras and pointing at it with narrowed eyes.

“Excuse me? Me, harassing anyone? That kid insulted me multiple times and made my property look like a kindergartener’s art project who was left unsupervised with caffeine and a load of black paint.”

“Ms. Potts says you are the adult in the situation and should act accordingly."

“Okay, first of all, I don’t want to hear one more word of what Ms. Potts said. And secondly, I don't care who says what. Friday, send the order.”

“Mr. Parker doesn’t work at Subway anymore, Sir. Should I proceed with the order?”

Tony looks up from his table.

“No, cancel that. Don’t tell me he got fired again.”

“Mr. Parker's contract had not been terminated by the company.”

That catches the genie's attention.

“Would you look at that? He quit himself?”

“The letter of resignation had been submitted by May Parker.”

Tony crosses his arms over his chest, a smirk on his face.

"Sooner or later, Parker got caught.”

"That seems to be the case. For once, you don’t seem to have anything to do with it, Sir.”

The man lifts an eyebrow.

“Please, how is it my fault the kid gets fired all the time?"

“Sir, do I have to remind you that Mr. Parker was terminated from his previous part-time jobs after you placed an order there or interacted with him? There is a 94% chance that you are responsible for him getting fired.”

Tony taps the end of a screwdriver thoughtfully against his chin. If he hadn't been so annoyed by Fury, he would have almost felt guilty. Frowning, the man turns around, leaning his hip against the table.

Several people had told Tony to drop the matter. But he wasn't Tony Stark if he stopped doing something just because someone said so. A small part of him knew that he was overdoing it, and if Fury would let him alone for five minutes, he would step back and think more rationally. Probably.

But Fury does not give him a break, Tony is stressed, and there's this teeny tiny detail that throws him off about his and the kid's encounter, which makes leaving the subject rather difficult.

It was that first meeting with Peter Parker that Tony couldn't get out of his head.

It plays again and again behind his inner eye, over and over again. The boy who mutters that one sentence to himself doesn't leave the man in peace.

“Serves you right, asshole .”

But what exactly should serve him right? That he had been in pain? That he had got hurt?

He's well aware of the countless people who can't stand him and probably even more who would love to see him disappear.

But why would Parker be one of them?

The whole thing didn't make any sense.

Parker's credentials and academic achievements spoke for the boy. On paper, Peter Parker was a picture-perfect student. He is helpful, hard-working, and, above all, worryingly intelligent.

So why was he so incredibly hostile towards Tony?

Nerds like Peter should love him. And according to the after-school activities the boy frequented, he is one. So even if Captain America or worse, Hawkeye were his favorite Avenger, given his educational background and other interests, he would have at least had to jump for joy or stammer as the hero worship overcomes him at the sight of Tony.

Instead, he insulted him with the coldest look Tony has received from anyone in a long time, and that's saying something.

There must be something that he's missing.

Tony stares at his desk with a frown, his chin resting on his intertwined fingers.

The scenario runs through his head again. He and Happy enter the diner. He places his order. Parker tells him to wait. Tony rubs his shoulder.

“Serves you right, asshole .”

Parker had only glanced up at him as he muttered those words under his breath. Tony wasn't sure if the boy had even intended for him to hear it, but judging by his reaction, he didn't care.

"Friday, put all information we gathered about Parker on the table."

A whole row of holo screens pops up in front of the man, who takes a step back and looks at the entire wall of information with his arms crossed over his chest.

Had he abandoned the boy? Had he met him at a convention and didn't give an autograph? Was his school denied a field trip to Stark Industries?

“Is there a time when Parker and I were in the same place?”

"It cannot be ruled out, that you and Mr. Parker were in the same place, but the probability is less than 12.45%."

The whole thing was tearing your hair out. The longer, the man looked into the topic, the more questions arose. And he hadn't even begun to theorize how on earth Parker managed to paint his tower.

Tony rubs his face with a hand.

There has to be something, a common denominator.

“Parker quit all his jobs?”

“His aunt quit all jobs within the last four hours. He also works in an animal shelter, but the work counts as voluntary and is unpaid.

With a frown, Tony watches as DUM-E makes coffee in the kitchenette.

“An animal shelter. How long has the kid been working there, Friday?”

��Since August 21st, Sir.”

“That's not that long.”

A few days before he met the kid at Bill's.

His fingers fly over the holographic keys, and after a few seconds, the image of an inconspicuous building surrounded by a three-foot-high metal fence floats in front of him.

Forest Hills Adoption Center, is written in capital letters above the entrance sign. Tony’s index finger taps tirelessly on the tabletop as he scans the shelter’s website.

“When did Parker start his other part-time jobs?”

“21. August. Sir.”

“What a weird coincidence,” murmurs the man, pushing the steaming cup away from him, which DUM-E has placed on the table next to him. He is close to something, he can feel it.

That also means he couldn't afford food poisoning right now.

“Friday, tell Clint to get his ass over here. He owes me a favor.”

The man enlarges the website of the shelter, his brows furrowed.

“You asked about me?”

Clint stands against the door, eyes checking the holograms before landing on Tony. The man stands up, hands shoved in his pockets before closing the windows between them with a flick of his wrist.

He steps closer, drawing the archer in by throwing an arm around his neck, causing the other man's face to contort in confusion. Dark brown eyes gleam with something Clint can not pinpoint, but he knows, that it cannot mean anything good. Turning towards the door, Tony pushes his colleague forward.

"Say Legolas, when was the last time you got checked for allergies?"