#I can hate whatever I want man. It ain't no big deal

[imminent-danger-came]

If nimona or the nimola love/hype is affecting you so much you are developing a hatred for it, you really should just block the tag

You bring up a good point about curating your online experience anon!

However, I will say that if me disliking Nimona affects you so much that you would send me an anonymous ask, maybe you should just block the "nimona critical" tag. Again, I'm not in the business of forcing anyone to see negative things about the stuff they love—I really do my best to tag appropriately!

But, this is my blog and I am going to post my thoughts on here. That's 100% fine for me to do! What wouldn't be fine is if I went onto other people's posts and harassed them for liking something I don't. Which I have never done. It also wouldn't be okay for me to leave hate in the tags/replies/reblogs of a post from someone who clearly loves the the thing that I don't. Which I have also never done.

[medicinemane]

Sometimes you have something that you could say, that you think about saying, that you more or less know how you'd phrase it... but it's just not fucking worth it cause you know for a fact that people don't fucking listen

I don't know, I try to stay... if not optimistic then at least with a mind set of "doesn't matter, we've got no choice but to try and make things better"

Truthfully though I think I'm extremely pessimistic when it comes to the chances of anyone actually listening to what I say

I'm not sure if I'm just bad with words but... it seems impossible to convey even simple thoughts to people so... truthfully I've more or less given up and have just stopped trying. Especially if I don't at least know people well

So there it is

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue prompts taken from the silent hill 2 remake, developed by bloober team. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to change as you seem fit. )

❛ in my restless dreams, i see that town. ❜

❛ hey, it's okay. i didn't mean to scare you. ❜

❛ i'm kind of lost. ❜

❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜

❛ what happened to this town? ❜

❛ whatever it is, it's not human. ❜

❛ i didn't do anything! he was like that when i got here. ❜

❛ you wanna come with? maybe together we can find a way out of this town. ❜

❛ sorry, but i can't leave. not yet. ❜

❛ are you afraid? ❜

❛ did you find the person that you were looking for? ❜

❛ don't worry, i'm not crazy. least, i don't think so. ❜

❛ should i go with you? this town really is dangerous. ❜

❛ what's a big dumb-dumb like you doing here anyway? ❜

❛ hey, that's not very nice. didn't your parents teach you any manners? ❜

❛ do i look like your girlfriend? ❜

❛ i can't believe it. your face, your voice... you could be— ❜

❛ i don't look like a ghost, do i? see? warm. ❜

❛ i can show you if you want. unless you have somewhere else to be? something else to do? ❜

❛ hey, easy there. i'm just messing with you. ❜

❛ you're coming with me? can't you just tell me where it is? ❜

❛ what, you were just gonna leave me here? alone? with all these monsters around? ❜

❛ is it because i remind you of... her? ❜

❛ this place we're going to, what is it, exactly? ❜

❛ you ever stay in a place like this? the walls are so thin you can hear everything. love, hate, jealousy... ❜

❛ i think you just saved my life back there. ❜

❛ hey. you think i'd look good in this one? ❜

❛ this room... there's something wrong with it. i think we should leave. ❜

❛ oh, loosen up. it sure beats running around with those monsters out there. ❜

❛ what will you tell her if... when you find her? ❜

❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜

❛ can we stay? just for a little while? ❜

❛ this place, this whole thing, it's like a nightmare. i just wanted to get away from it, even for a second. ❜

❛ here. something to take the edge off. ❜

❛ we should probably get going. ❜

❛ we could come back later, if you want. you know, in case we need a break. ❜

❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find [ name ]? what will you do? ❜

❛ thanks for checking up on me. it's very sweet of you. ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but i can't let you just run around this place. you might get hurt. ❜

❛ please open the door. there's something in here. ❜

❛ i was almost killed back there! i've never been so scared in my whole life! ❜

❛ all you care about is that dead wife of yours. ❜

❛ you couldn't care less about me, could you? ❜

❛ stay with me. don't leave me alone again. you're supposed to take care of me. ❜

❛ i don't know, for some reason i feel like it's up to me to protect her. ❜

❛ well, whaddaya know... a stroll in the rain. how romantic. ❜

❛ i'm trying to keep things light. just humor me, okay? ❜

❛ you think you could give me a hand? ❜

❛ you're supposed to be the big man around here. how's a little girl like me supposed to help? ❜

❛ what's wrong? i thought you wanted to get out of here. ❜

❛ this place is different from what i remember. i guess... things never really stay the same, do they? ❜

❛ you... still don't want me to go with you? if we stick together, we just might make it out of here. ❜

❛ ain't no big deal. just put the gun to their head and... pow! ❜

❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜

❛ please. i'll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ it's always the same with you. you're only after one thing. ❜

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜

❛ i thought that thing killed you...! are you hurt? ❜

❛ but that thing... it stabbed you. there was blood everywhere. ❜

❛ stabbed me? what do you mean? ❜

❛ honey... did something happen to you? ❜

❛ are you confusing me with someone else? ❜

❛ you said you took everything. but you forgot the videotape we made. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter who i am. i'm here for you. ❜

❛ see? i'm real. ❜

❛ don't you want to touch me? ❜

❛ i'll come back, i promise. ❜

❛ how many times do i have to kill you? ❜

❛ it doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once you're dead! ❜

❛ you wanna talk down to me some more? tell me to relax? ❜

❛ you know i'll find you! ❜

❛ guess i deserved it, huh? the fartface that i am. ❜

❛ you got any other things planned? i think i saw a dark room back there you could lock me up in. ❜

❛ where are you? i'm waiting for you. please, come to me. ❜

❛ i think you were right. what we're looking for... it's not here. ❜

❛ thank you for helping me earlier... but i wish you hadn't. ❜

❛ i know what you are. i know why i needed you. but it's all over now. i don't need you anymore. ❜

❛ it'd be easier if they just killed me. ❜

❛ why are you still here? i told you to go. ❜

❛ wait! please don't go. don't leave me alone. i didn't mean what i said. ❜

❛ please... tell me i'll be okay. ❜

❛ i'm here for you. so what if i'm not her? ❜

❛ i can give you what she never could. i can be better than her. ❜

❛ what else do you want me to be? ❜

❛ i won't let you do this to me. i won't let you go. ❜

❛ the truth is, i hated you. ❜

❛ i wanted my life back. ❜

❛ i tried. i really did. but... i just... can't go on without you. ❜

❛ i can't forgive myself for what i've done. ❜

❛ i want you to go on. i want you to live. for yourself and for others. ❜

❛ you made me happy. ❜

[olderthannetfic]

"Boyfriends" Imo, is a perfect example of the stupid fucking infighting in queer and "progressive" spaces. Yes yes, the homophobes and transphobes are also there, and some of them are in the perviously mentioned groups, but that's par for the course. It's just a lot more bullshit when the call(out) come from within the house. NGL I also thought it was a bit cringe, but who the fuck cares? I make a joke and move on, it ain't for me, done deal. He who has not posted cringe throweth the first stone or some shit. All in all it's probably one of the safest gay poly depictions, like... you literally have the archetypes of every boy protagonist group, smart, edgy, jock, rich kid. It's a huge fucking nothing burger, there's nothing there to actually be offensive, and yet people treat it like it's on the same level as some queer bashing anti-queer conversion therapy booklet.

But what I have noticed is that at large queer and progressive spaces fucking hate it when someone from within gets successful. Crabs in a fucking bucket my man, you can write shit as gay as you want, but don't get too big, we're going to shot you in the knee.

Weird thing is that you can basically know who's gonna get the most shit for getting big. A creator who only wants to draw their shit and have a good time? Right to the chopping block. You shall be sentenced for the crime of being chill and gay or whatever.

Some querulous* asshole, who shits on everyone else but does it with the "correct activism" voice? The Gods shall bow before you. Yeah these people might get their comeuppance but at large it doesn't devolve into as harsh hatred as with the former. Like, they can even be racist or queerphobic on main, and at most it gets a bit of an outcry, but that's it.

It's as if the act of just wanting to have a good time while being queer is a crime worthy of death.

Boyfriends is so fucking lukewarm on the "problematic" scale, I had to dig a hole to even get it on there. From 1-10, it's like a -20. And for what? Nothing. It's like a shoujo harem without the girl.

*My teacher used to call a student that. Basically someone who constantly complains and makes trouble and is kinda crabby. I just like the word, it's fun.

--

Should I be peeved that you think I don't know what 'querulous' means? ;D

[ya-bug-boy]

someone needs to make a subbottom or powerbottom Guzma x Male Reader since they always write him as a top, when He's obviously now nothing but a whiny loser. So, can I request hate sex with Guzma?

Bottom Guzma x Top Male Reader: Hate sex then fluff

One of Guzma's most trademark and notable traits about him is his immense ego and pride. Sometime going from bar to bar, acting like he's a big shot who owns the place, looking for some hot tourist who wants to fuck with an Alolan native. He's got a big dick, it's a waste not to fucking use it!

There's a new bar that opened up in Melemele Island. He's gonna hit the scene, looking for the right kind of trouble.

Turns out it's a LGBT bar. Alright, nothing wrong with that. Maybe there's a bi or pan girl he can find.

Until he fucking runs into you. You're right up his alley, flaunting your exposed chest in a loose buttoned up shirt. Usually it's Guzma buying a drink, dropping the hints, but he wasn't expecting to hear it from another dude! At first, he thinks it's cute that someone is into him like this so hard and heavy right off the bat but it gets annoying when you're the only person in the place talking to him!

At first Guzma brushes you off, thinks you're a bit too on the spot to be asking for sex like this but you bluntly point out that he's the same! You've seen him in other bars doing the same thing you're doing to him. You even make fun of him for the time he drank too much and had to be escorted out right before barfing everywhere. That pisses him off, he can't believe someone remembered that. He gets snappy with you, telling you to beat it.

You just grin and give him one last offer, saying it'd be the best dick of his life if he gave it a try. Before he can get a word in, intense music starts playing as drag queens come from a back room. People start cheering and you join the crowd. Turns out it was some kind of performance night.

Guzma tries to ignore you. Fine. Whatever! He can swindle his way into a girl's pants no problem.

Until he doesn't. The girls at the scene were already partnered up with somebody else. He doesn't remember there being this many lesbians but maybe he just never really noticed until now.

Damn it. Fine. Whatever. I'll just go get another drink, he thinks to himself.

He turns around to walk over to the bar, where he sees you smiling from a distance, sipping on an exaggerated silly straw. You've just been WATCHING HIM FUMBLE THIS WHOLE TIME?

Now he's pissed. Stomps over to you. Asks you what your deal is.

Plain and simple, you want to dick him down. You offer him a night at your place.

At this point, Guzma ain't too sure about he even likes anymore. Yeah he might fuck a guy in the ass every now and then but not the other way around!

But it was getting late and he hasn't made a score yet. It ain't like going back to his Hala's place smelling like booze is gonna win points with the old man.

He reluctantly agrees but demands that HE'S the one in control. You give him that much. So now you go home.

Guzma pretty much knows how to make people melt in his hands. But he's stiff as a board when you start giving him that kind of attention back.

You start by kissing him, to make him relax. You're back at your place, turns out you moved in here recently.

Clothes are removed eventually, Guzma didn't expect much but he wasn't expecting your dick to be as big as his. He always did kind of wonder in the back of his head what it'd feel like receiving it but he wouldn't necessarily say that out loud to anyone.

You stimulate him first, with a lubed up middle finger as you lazily trace circles on his asshole. His breath hitches and he glares at you when he sees you smile. Tells you to shut up but you haven't even said anything yet. You continue playing with his ass, gradually working your way up to push farther.

He makes a few groans and whines but nothing openly loud just yet. You work your way up to having three fingers in there, thinking that he's had enough.

You lube your dick and line it up to his hole, tapping your member twice on him. Guzma opens his mouth to protest but before he could, you slip inside. The head slips in with relative ease, you take in your time to push far enough to bottom out.

Guzma lets out a shaky breath, having held it, before finally letting out a loud, "FUCK-" when you piston your hips.

You go at a slow pace, this being Guzma's first time, you didn't want to ruin the experience. You're praising him, cooing at how well he's taking you, taunting that he likes this before he just yells at you to just SHUT UP and fuck him. So you give him exactly what he wants.

Slamming your hips against his, you watch Guzma's strained face as he clenches the bed sheets beneath him. He watches you with a hazy glare as his own dick bounces with the way you fuck him.

His own cock is just throbbing hot, it wants attention too, you tease. So you smother your hand with lube too, jacking him off as you fuck him. At this point, Guzma's changing his mind about the ordeal, not that he'd admit to you right now though. But to be fair, there's not a lot of thoughts going on right now when all he can think about is cumming.

When he cums, you don't relent, you drag him by the hips to the edge of the bed, fucking him hard. He finally moans, submitting his body to you until you finish too, pulling your dick out right before it shoots cum all over him.

With Guzma dicked down so nicely, you clean both of your bodies with a clean warm rag. He figures it's after care sex when you offer him a water bottle.

With the two of you laying down next to each other, you tease him if you're allowed to talk now. With a smirk, he says maybe, if there's something good to eat. Because he ain't gonna move outta this bed for the next couple of hours. In a joking tone, you tell his majesty that you'll order a pizza.

Yeah, okay, you were decent. You were alright in his books. But you're gonna get what's coming to ya, with you begging for his dick next time. You ask him if he wanted seconds immediately.

[proxylynn]

Blorbo: Fat Tony (very underrated character on this blog)

{That he is. *summons him from the dead*}

[Don Marion Anthony D'Amico, better known as Fat Tony, is one of the best characters on the show and his lore is, for whatever reason, the most well-maintained in the show. Or it was till they fucking killed him off but then replaced him with his identical cousin then proceeded to treat him as if he was the real Tony. THAT'S BULLSHIT! This is the "Tale of Two Skinners" all over again. But I'll leave my venomous rant for the end. I want to gush over this sweet man first.

Unlike Sideshow Bob, the show brings in Fat Tony a lot but not too much so that he gets stale (his celebrity VA is expensive but he loves the character so much he is always happy to do episodes). Tony is a guy who had humble dreams and then one thing led to another, next thing he knew he was henching with the mob before doing so well he climbed the ranks to become the boss himself. While cliché as it is that tough guys can't show weakness, Tony was a good man when it came to his crew and his eventual family, which brought him respect...except from The Calebresis but they ain't a problem no more. A faithful husband, loving father, and caring boss, Tony held loyalty all around him. His only negatives were of course his business dealings. And while some are often silly (such as putting cotton balls on ferrets to pass off as toy poodles or selling rat milk to schools), others are very very bad. Like, wow I didn't notice this as a kid but holy shit kind of bad.

Some examples are the following...Illegal fireworks, bootleg merchandise, gambling, sabotage, illegal trafficking (tobacco & alcohol), organized crime, bribery, smuggling, extortion, money laundering, murder, prostitution, loansharking, kidnapping, counterfeiting, highway robbery, faulty construction, numbers, smuggling heroin, arson, and forging legal documentation such as birth certificates and passports.

Still, as bad as all that is, he hardly ever suffered from consciousness. But when he did, man, they hit hard. His wife dies "whacked by natural causes" (it's questionable but plausible). He gets shot to hell and put in a coma. And the worst one, the betrayal of someone he considered his best friend which is too much for his overworked heart...he dies of a heart attack and joins his wife with his grave beside hers. This would have been an ok send-off...But they fucked it up!

Fit Tony, then later Fit-Fat Tony, and now known as the New and Improved Fat Tony (<- big fucking lie!) pisses me off to no end 'cause while I like more Tony lore, I hate how he's portrayed while carrying Tony's name. (They literally named this guy Marion Anthony Paul D'Amico...WTF?!) This faker holds none of real Tony's charm.

OG Tony was monogamous and died a widower/single father.

FitFake Tony is married but is a bigamist, having no issue with having mistresses. (He's implied to have a daughter but that's in the noncanon comics)

OG Tony cared about his crew, he showed them respect, and he was held with such regards that none but the stupid would dare stand to him.

FitFake Tony sees the crew as tools, he comes across as really too soft and not all that intimidating, and the members of the crew have turned on him multiple times.

The real kicker is this guy lives in his dead cousin's home, now lives his life, and is raising his son. I can't imagine the mental shit Michael has to deal with as an 8-year-old in a mob family who had to go through his mom dying, then his dad also kicks the bucket, but suddenly a look-a-like is now in his home but acts completely different. My child needs some therapy.

I can only hope that in the new season, there's some fixing done. I want to still enjoy Tony, I really do. But please, stop dragging his name through the mud. They used him in a Jersey Shore parody for fuck's sake! *groans* Look how they massacred my boy.]

[dontknowmanijustworkhere]

Summary: Ian finds out that Mickey is ticklish and like a good husband, takes full advantage of the situation. That includes enlisting Lip to help torture him

If anyone else has any requests for these two, I'd love to do it!

@ally2747

___

Finding out his husband was ticklish absolutely delighted Ian.

After a long day of work, shitty, whiny clients and dealing with Mickey's dumb fuck cousins (his words, not Ian's), Mickey was more than ready to be done with the day and go to bed.

"Hey," Ian was in the doorway of their room. Mickey had already taken off his uniform, stripped down to his boxers and a shirt. "You okay?"

Mickey shrugged. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, man."

But Ian did worry. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mickey play around on his phone. Swiftly, he plucked the phone away, ignoring Mickey's protest of, "The fuck, Ian?" and curled up beside him.

"I gotta worry," Ian kissed his temple. "You're my husband."

Mickey softened, recalling those exact words he'd said to Ian. It was just the trick to getting him to open up. "I'm fine, man. Just tired and shit."

Ian nuzzled his hair. "You're tense, baby. I hate to see you like this."

"I'll be better in the morning, E."

He inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent of his husband's hair. "How about I try to make you feel better?"

"Yeah? How?"

"Can I give you a massage?" Ian fully expected him to reject the idea on account of it being too fucking gay. To his surprise, Mickey didn't immediately veto it.

"You ain't gonna tell anyone?" Mickey was hesitant.

Ian shook his head. "I promise."

"Fuckin fine," Mickey mumbled. "Do whatever..."

"Okay, lay on your stomach," Ian rolled his eyes fondly when Mickey sighed heavily. He did it, chin on the pillow. Ian came to sit on his knees beside him. "I'm gonna put my hands under your shirt, okay?"

"Jesus, Ian. I'm not a fucking pussy, just do it," Mickey complained.

Muttering about asshole husbands under his breath, Ian got started. He worked from the top at his shoulders and down to his sides.

So far, Mickey was silent, just taking it all in. At least once, Ian leaned down to kiss the back of his head. Mickey liked to whine about how clingy he was but he was just stirring up shit. He loved it as much as Ian did.

Ian didn't think anything of it as he gave Mickey's side a squeeze. It wasn't intentional to make him laugh. So it threw him off to hear his husband stifling his laughter?

"Are you laughing?" He said, baffled.

"Fuck- no! Just get on with it."

Maybe he'd imagined it. The sound had been pretty quiet anyway. Then again, he didn't think he imagined it.

So he repeated the action.

This time, Mickey's giggles were a little clearer.

Holy shit, Ian thought when Mickey choked back some more laughter, squirming beneath him.

"Are you ticklish?" Ian said with a big grin.

"Fuck yhohohou is what I am," Mickey snickered.

Just to be a little shit, Ian lightly tickled those sides again, slow and soft. As desperate as Mickey was to keep himself quiet, it was all for nothing. He laughed, it was loud and made Ian's heart skip a beat.

He wanted to hear it again.

"Sh-shit!" Mickey cried through his laughter, trying to make himself smaller to escape Ian's fingers.

"You're so ticklish," Ian was grinning. "Oh my God, your laugh is so fucking cute."

"Nohohoho I'm nhohohot," Mickey was howling, bunching up his shoulders even though it did no good.

"Sure seems that way, Mick," Ian said cheekily. He went a step further, climbing onto Mickey to pin him down so he couldn't get away. "Whatcha gonna do about it, Tough Guy? Huh? Whatcha gonna do if I tickle you here?"

He trailed his fingers towards Mickey's stomach, snickering at the thrashing his husband was doing.

"Nhohohot thehehere!"

Ian smirked at the rise in octave. "Not there? What about here?" He went up higher to where his ribs were. That turned out to be a good spot. Mickey wiggled around frantically, which wasn't much since he could barely move, his laughter fucking adorable, not to mention uncontrollable so Ian let up a bit. The tickling slowed down so he was only giggling.

And as Ian looked down at Mickey who was trying to recover from the tickle attack, he already knew he was gonna be taking advantage of this.

___

"No fucking way," Lip said in disbelief. "Mickey?"

Ian nodded. "I swear to God it's true."

No one else was awake. The two brothers lounged around on the couch, with Ian who ended up telling Lip all about the previous night.

"And he was.... laughing?" Lip clarified.

"Hysterically," Ian said, a grin peeking through.

"Holy shit."

"I know."

"And how was he afterwards?" Lip asked. "Was he pissed off?"

"Not too bad. I think he might've been a bit embarrassed."

"Makes sense. Never thought a Milkovich would be ticklish."

"You never tried to tickle Mandy?" Ian said.

"And get punched in the throat? Nah man. It never got like that between us," Lip said with that fairway look in his eyes that meant he was getting lost in last memories.

Ian drank from his beer bottle. "You wanna help me tickle Mickey, then?"

"What?" Lip said with a startled laugh.

Ian shrugged.

"....Why?"

"Come on, Lip. Weren't you just complaining about Mickey being a smartass the other day?"

"He's always a smartass," Lip said.

"Yeah, but you were being pissy the other day so it worked you up more than usual."

Lip stared, unimpressed.

"You could get some payback," Ian said enticingly.

Lip didn't have to think twice.

___

Ian waited until no one else was home to enact the plan. He didn't want to actually embarrass Mickey, at least not in front of the whole family.

It so happened to be their day off so he and Mickey were chilling in the living room, watching a shit ton of TV. Lip came inside from the RV, meeting Ian's eyes.

"Hey."

Ian greeted his brother. Mickey just grunted, his focus on the television and nothing else.

"Mind if I join you?" Lip said casually. "Tami took Freddie to see her parents and I don't gotta go in until later."

"Sure," Ian responded.

Lip plopped down on the empty spot on the couch. This jostled Mickey and he finally tore his eyes away, glaring.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Sitting down," Lip said.

"Get your own fucking spot. We ain't sharing."

Ian shrugged. "I don't mind."

"You shut the fuck up," Mickey said, annoyed. To Lip, he said, "Move along, College."

"That's not very nice, Mick," Lip smirked.

"So fucking what? Whatcha gonna do about that, Tough Guy?"

"Funny you say that," Lip said. "Because Ian told me how ticklish you are."

Mickey froze. He tried to sit up but in an instant, him and Lip had him pinned. "Get the fuck off me!" He hollered.

Lip smiled evilly, digging his fingers into Mickey's sides. Ian watched his husband squirm, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress his giggles.

"Come on, Mick, don't hold it in," Lip taunted.

"Here, let me try," Ian followed suit, scribbling all over his husband's stomach.

Mickey had little to no resistance to the double attack. He burst into loud, screechy laughter. There wasn't much room for him to wiggle away. He was simply forced to take it.

He was laughing so hard that all his pleas came out like gibberish.

"Galla- sthahahp! Oh my Gohohod!"

"Whatcha gonna do about it, Tough Guy?" Lip mocked. He and Ian quickly walked their fingers up and down his sides.

"Not thehehere!" Mickey screeched.

"Holy shit, man. You weren't kidding," Lip grinned. He scratched at Mickey's ribs, his grin widening when the other man practically squealed. "I'm barely touching him."

"I wonder if Mandy knows how sensitive you are?" Ian asked with a smirk.

"I'm gonna fucking kill yhohohou," Mickey was able to overpower Lip, falling to the floor with a thud to get away. But unfortunately for him, Ian was bigger and stronger than he was. He easily re-captured his husband, shouting to his brother,

"Get his feet!"

"No!" Mickey flailed his body around. "Don't you fucking dare!"

Lip, of course, was eager to get revenge on his brother-in-law for all the smart ass comments over the years. He grabbed one of Mickey's socked feet, wasting no time in dragging his nails along the trapped foot. He was visibly gleeful hearing Mickey emit high pitched noises.

"Tickles, huh?" Lip taunted.

Ian chuckled.

"Sthahahp, phehehwase."

"I don't know," Lip deliberately slowed his fingers down, scratching under Mickey's toes, pretending to be in deep thought. "I don't think I should."

Mickey's jerking was growing weaker. He was just laying there helpless, laughing harder and harder.

"Plhehehease."

"But Mick, you're laughing so hard," Ian teased.

"You know, I might be able to be persuaded," Lip said smoothly. "If you tell me I'm a genius."

"Fhuhuhuck no."

Lip shrugged. "Then don't. Have it your way."

With Mickey jerking less, Ian was able to hold a hold of his wrists so he could keep tickling him also. He shot his hand towards Mickey's underarm, pleased at the new stream of giggles that flowed from him.

"You wanna try that again?" Lip said nonchalantly.

Mickey only held out for a few more seconds.

"Okay, okhahahay!" He cried out, tears of laughter falling. "You're a fuckin ghehehius!"

Lip was smug. "You think we should stop now?"

"Nah," Ian smirked.

"The fuck? No. Fucking stop you assholes- hahaha!" Mickey fell into another bout of laughter when the brothers resumed.

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I feel much better now! Women prevail -Danny Words: 1,905 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'House Song' -by Searows

LIV: Wasting Away to Be Useful All the Time Ain't Paying Off, Methinks

The dream changes, now Nico and Ara are on the fire escape of her parent's apartment.

"I'll go back to a witch trial," the girl leans her head on both arms and groans. "Iris messages aren't working! How am I supposed to tell them to hold on until August first?!"

"I already told Clovis I'm on my way."

"Like that's gonna fix it..." Ara stands upright, staring at the urban scenery with a troubled expression. "I never noticed how pretty this place was at sunrise..."

Nico doesn't seem as enchanted. "How is your crew holding up?"

"Jason got hurt but he's coming around," Ara lies, not wanting to worry Nico. "We caught Nike and she's helping us figure out a way to, you know, safely euthanize Leo. How's yours?"

"Steady and in great condition," Nico replies, and he's probably lying too, for the exact same reason. "How are you?"

The girl stares at her fingers, squeezing the railing and drinking in these seconds at home. "I'm trying not to think much, obviously, because... how do I even process all of it?"

"That you're soulmate's fated to die?" Nico snorts with a tone of sarcasm. "But it's so easy..."

"Not a soulmate," she mutters grumpily.

"I think it's sort of impossible," Nico pauses and glares at her. "Don't take that as a challenge."

She smiles a bit. "I don't know what to do. Do I hype myself up to get over Leo, or tell him we'll be together forever? What did Helen do that I shouldn't?" Ara squints and rubs her brow. "It's so unclear if she loved Paris or not..."

Nico shrugs, fidgeting with his ring. "Even if you figure it out, it won't make things easier. The two armies under your command are about to kill each other and you have a bunch of mentally ill gods giving out crazy orders, then there's the curse. How do you choose which one to tackle first? You just deal with them as they come."

"It's not working," Ara scowls. "Had it coming, though. All of this feels right."

Nico raises a brow. "What do you mean?"

Ara thinks of her next words carefully. "I just accepted that this is the weight I'll carry forever. At least I've gotten stronger."

Nico frowns. "You've also aged, though."

"I was going to, anyway. The only thing that I've been unable to outgrow is feelings. Leo chose his path and I must be okay with it... I love him, so I either go along or get in his way and make it worse—and since I can't offer a better alternative..." Ara sighs heavily, giving in. "I suppose I'll follow Eros's advice."

Nico's expression sombers. "So Leo will die?"

"The difference is that maybe this time it might not be permanent, and he might save another soul if he succeeds," Ara faces her friend. "Nike told us about the Physician's Cure—"

"Oh, my dad hates that," Nico pipes in.

"You know what that is?"

"The cure for death? Yeah," the boy scratches his nose casually. "One of Apollo's sons created it, but my dad forbade him from doing it again... so good luck getting it."

"Thanks," Ara says sarcastically. "You always make me feel so much better about the bad stuff in my life."

"We're talking about the last resource of last resources," he raises a brow. "You might as well go to my father and ask for Leo back."

"If I only wanted him to come back, I would drag him out of the Underworld Orpheus-style minus the looking," she rolls her eyes. "But big dumb-dumb made an oath to go back to Ogygia and get Calypso—so not only does he need to die, he has to be blasted out so he can go back to her island or he'll die regardless of the antidote he gets from the gods."

Nico frowns. "Your boyfriend is the stupidest man alive."

"He's a genius that likes to overcomplicate things, but yeah, love made him stupid," Ara mumbles, looking more sad than angry. "And I'm just like him."

"Minus the genius part."

"Whatever, man."

Nico gives her a look when she doesn't react to his teasing, and he makes an attempt to cheer her up. "Listen, sometimes the fates do things that feel unjust, but in the long run, they're for the better. Leo's choice was hard to make no doubt, he would rather cut his leg than leave you, and still, he's willing to risk his life not just for you but also for Calypso and the rest of the world... that's brave."

"I don't want him to come back to me if it means it's always going to hurt him," Ara confesses worryingly. "I'd be happier looking at him from afar."

"No, you wouldn't," Nico replies in a strange voice. "You really wouldn't."

"I mean it." Her voice trembles. "I haven't been the best version of myself since I decided to become a child of Olympus... Leo is good in a way I can no longer be, and that's why he's dying. Because he's kind and selfless, and I won't give him up because I'm stubborn and selfish, so they're taking him away by force."

She looks away for a moment. Nico squeezes her shoulder tighter than he's ever touched her in the last three years. "Ara, listen... all the bad stuff I've said to you, they aren't true. You can't be perfect, that's it."

"Exactly. I should've stayed away," she presses. "Life kept telling me that romance was off-limits, that I wouldn't be able to handle it, and yet I took Leo as soon as I had the chance, and he says he doesn't mind dying but—"

"You've experienced this too many times, just in this lifetime," Nico finishes knowingly. "His reassurance feels empty, I get it."

"He could've been loved and cared for on Calypso's island, and he didn't stay because of me," she says bitterly. "I should've been the one to jump into Tartarus. But now I've got people under my care, so I can't let myself die now..."

"I don't think this is about wrong choices or bad timing," her friend retorts. "I doubt you were more deserving of the curse in your past lives than you are now—hell, I even doubt Helen was deserving of the shit show everyone made around her."

Ara rubs her forehead and groans. "I know, I know... maybe this isn't my mess to clean... but I'm right in the middle of it, so not doing anything stresses me out all the same."

"Yeah well, you've never been good at staying out of things, we know that."

"None of us is."

"That's why we get curses all the time," he shrugs. "See? Things tend to happen when it comes to demigods."

Ara shakes her head. "Sometimes I think my stupid father should've suffocated me with a pillow when he had the chance."

Nico laughs. "Same."

"I feel like I should've gone with them."

"It's FOMO," Annabeth replies, lying on Ara's bed with a cherry facemask on.

"They're searching for that poison to help Leo—"

Nike's hollering cuts through her speech. "AN A- IS A FAILING GRADE—"

"These are literally Frank's relatives," Percy reasons, his back against the wall and a peel-off mask covering his face. "You would've made them nervous. Most people think that children of Olympus attract bad luck."

"And they're right," Ara's hanging upside down with her legs propped up next to Percy, a green tea facemask on her face.

It's spa day. Once Ara realized she could buy all kinds of beauty products in New York—as long as she had the budget—she became obsessed. The first time Percy agreed to join her many years ago, he claimed to be humoring his little sister, but he loves to lie around and eat snacks while Ara puts fresh-scented stuff on his face.

Ara agreed to have a spa day today solely because her brother and Annabeth had recently come out of Tartarus, so if there was someone who deserved to use her stash of fancy facemasks, it was them. She also knows they're doing this to help her clear her mind after her dream last night, and she'd missed being pampered by her older siblings anyway.

"There is a sea serpent watching us," Percy says out of nowhere, vaguely pointing ahead. "Been there for the past ten minutes."

Ara lifts herself on her elbows. "And why aren't we doing anything about it?"

Percy shrugs. "It's trying to figure out if we're food, Festus confuses it."

"Nice," Ara lies back down. "Good headmast."

"So Leo is trying to rebuild your dragon inside the ship? How does that even work?" Annabeth asks, rummaging in a bag of chips.

A flash goes out and then Leo's voice responds. "It doesn't—yet. You guys having a fun time?"

The three teenagers look back at the door completely unbothered. "Did you get my good side?" Percy asks.

"You know, water boy, blackfacing isn't cool anymore—it never was."

"Call me water boy again and I'm freeing Nike inside your cabin," the older boy threatens. "And this is a peel-off mask, it saves me so much money on acne products I don't even care if it looks stupid."

"You want one?" Ara lifts a thin package.

"No, I came to tell y'all Piper and Frank are back," Leo's too amused by the sight that he can't move past it. "I'm sorry, what exactly is happening in here?"

"Spa day," Annabeth explains. "Never had one of those?"

Leo snorts. "Hephaestus isn't the cleanest guy around..."

"She means with Ara," Percy shows him a shit-eating grin, though it looks creepy with the peel-off still on his face. "Haven't been invited to one yet?"

Leo's smile disappears. "I didn't know it was a thing."

"I didn't think it'd be up your alley," Ara pulls her legs down and sits upright. "The only Cabin Nine campers that ever humored me were Beckendorf and Nyssa, but I had to bribe them first."

"I wanna have a spa day," Leo pouts, looking at the Polaroid he just took. "I feel discriminated."

Ara gets up and moves to her vanity, pulling off her mask. "You're invited to the next one."

"Piper and Frank are back then—that means they got the poison?" Annabeth fans her face while Percy takes off his mask.

"Yup, so we should hold a meeting," Leo approaches Ara and kisses her hair, leaving the Polaroid on her nightstand. "You don't need skincare, there's a reason why I call you Doll."

Ara chuckles. "My skincare is the reason you think I don't need it."

"Holy 'Dite, I can't do this!" Percy moans, falling back on the bed with the mask still on. "Birdy, help me..."

The girl laughs and glances at Leo before going to her brother. "We'll meet you on deck in five, alright?"

Leo looks at the trio with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, but he manages to show a smile when he nods, although he stays consciously away from Ara so she can't feel his emotions. "Good luck putting your face back on, Nemo!"

"You're not allowed to call me that!"

Leo exits the cabin grinning, but as he walks out, his expression turns into a frown. He can't put a finger on what is bothering him, but it feels as if he were watching Ara's life slowly slip back into its old place, erasing him from the plot.

He has this dark thought that maybe those six months with him at camp were only an intermission, and now Leo is waiting for the fates to pluck him out and toss him away as they did with Michael Yew. "Well, that was a fun season! Send the next cute boy in!" 

Each day he inches closer to his certain death, and Ara's future does nothing but shine brighter.

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[mcflymemes]

THE HANGOVER PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2009 film

it says here we should work in teams.

why don't we remember a goddamn thing from last night?

you're in for a real treat today.

i see guys like you in here every fucking day.

you found the car?

i just wish your friends were as mature as you.

i'm thinking about getting my bartender's license.

you're such a bad person.

you're actually gonna wear that, or are you just fucking with me?

by the way, we're all gonna die.

at least our trip wasn't a total loss.

hey, what's that on your arm?

would you shut up and drive before any of these nerds asks me another question?

this does not seem fair.

do i have any volunteers?

watch it, pervert!

that's not a purse. that's a satchel!

we had a great fucking time.

you're not really wearing that, are you?

we all do dumb shit when we're all fucked up.

why are you peppering the steak?

no chance. cash only.

what the fuck happened last night?

am i missing a tooth?

who does shit like that?

we're not even going to be in the room.

you just have to get to know them better.

this is my favorite part coming up now.

we don't want to call attention to ourselves.

you guys ready to let the dogs out?

it's no big deal.

we call this place "loserville."

you cool with that?

it's where i keep all my things.

trust me, it's not worth the fight.

your language is offensive.

don't let the beard fool you. he's a child.

what're you talking about?

indiana jones wears one.

you are a fucking moron.

you're an idiot.

where the hell are you? i'm freaking out.

let's go, handsome.

i don't think you should be doing too much gambling tonight.

it hurts too much.

i'm not cool with that.

now, it's real simple.

whatever happens tonight, i will never, ever, ever speak a word of it.

listen... uh. we fucked up.

are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of the baby?

who said anything about gambling?

pull yourself together, bro.

suck my dick.

all you got to do is point, aim, and shoot.

why would you go to las vegas?

you don't know for sure?

things got out of control.

i should have been a fucking cop.

seriously. i don't care what happens. i don't care if we kill someone.

i feel weird having to ask you twice.

can i ask you another question?

it's at the corner of get a map and fuck off.

you can do this. just focus.

that's not what you do.

i'm pretty sure that's illegal.

we're getting married in five hours.

if it's what i think it is, it's a big fucking mistake.

i can't afford to lose somebody close to me again.

this isn't the real caesar's palace is it?

i keep forgetting about the goddamn tiger.

it's not gambling when you know you're gonna win.

it's not illegal.

whose fucking baby is that?

you heard me!

i'm on your side!

yeah... that's not gonna happen.

i'm sick of doing what you want me to do all the time.

i shouldn't be here.

where'd you get that cop car from?

boy, you've got a sweet ride there.

don't listen to this maniac.

we're shit out of luck.

how's my hair?

it was a real pleasure meeting you.

what if he got out?

you are literally too stupid to insult.

there's a phone in your room.

oh, how cute.

do me a favor. don't text me. it's gay.

whatever this is ain't working for me.

you might not know this, but i consider myself a bit of a loner.

wait a second. could it be?

i stand corrected.

are you nuts?

i don't know you. you do not exist.

would you please put some pants on?

i hate godzilla! i hate him too!

that was once, and i was out of line.

this isn't your fault.

i'll get you some pants.

remember, what happens in vegas stays in vegas.

right in the nuts!

don't touch it. don't even look at it.

i say we delete it right now.

did you have to park so close?

i met you like four times.

that was beautiful! well done!

i'll hit an old man in public.

i want to find out how i went to the hospital.

we're going to be okay.

that's highly unlikely.

[dragontamer05]

I enjoy myself a fun fantasy Isekai as much as the next person but you know what I think would be interesting dare I say even a bit different;

Protag finds themselves whisked away to some other world. Magic Book, Portal however you want to do it (that isn't straight death)

And sure they find themselves mixed up in other peoples problems making friends, and is able to use whatever skills they had from their original life to like help out n stuff.

However through out all of it, Protag has one big motivation/ main goal. To get Home.

Not so much because they have some extraordinary life waiting for them, or even that they hate the world their in (although they could do without life threatening situations so often) but just the simple desire of wanting to go home / that they aren't supposed to be in this place. Or pretty sure they aren't.

Of course add on top of their budding friendships with others they've met and perhaps even gaining a growing attachment to this new world eventually growing to a conflict when finally faced with a potential lead on how to get back to where they came from. As they suddenly realize damn they're actually going to miss this place- or at least the friends they've made.

Sure they miss home but could they also leave this new life behind? Do they want to go home anymore

--

No trying to hide it a secret that they come from another world- not to say they go around just announcing it to everyone either but like you know also aren't gonna hide it unless necessary. Sort of an open secret in a way.

Friend group knows and doesn't care - perhaps sometimes even forgetting they aren't from said world and wouldn't know certain obvious or well known facts. Or you know are more vulnerable in a fight or something.

--

Genuinely off hand the closest I can think of really is Twisted Wonderland. Game or Book.

MC sure comes to adapt and more or less accept their new life in this new world. Not that they have much choice. They certainly want to get home/ starts off with them very not happy about suddenly just being taken from their home to this new world but you know they make friends with other students.

Totally magicless so ain't much use in a fight for the most part but like they aren't useless either.

Make a great group of friends and despite knowing they are magicless like they never really treat them as weak or anything of the sort- ngl sometimes I'm convinced they literally forget that MC/Yuu is magicless and can't do certain things asf

But as the story has gone on they've started bringing in moments where MC has doubts/ or implied at least with the choice dialogue options.

At the same time like the need/want to get home frequently does take a back seat considering well nothing they can do if they haven't gotten any new info or leads - questionable as to how helpful Head Mage Crowley is (like genuinely useless and forgetful not caring about Yuu's well being or is it a facade in trying to hide the truth and is actually doing as promised searching for away to get em home. I like to think maybe a bit of both. With all the other chaos going on at the school man probably hasn't had it as his top priority on things to deal with but also maybe finds it better just to make an excuses then admit that he hasn't gotten any leads and doesn't know how to return them yet)

Part of why I'm excited to see what they're gonna do with the anime.

-

Even if it's not a main plot point or driving force just in general would be neat to see the fact a character is from another place brought up more from their perspective. Do they miss home? Family? Friends?After all they've gone through if offered the chance would they ever want to return?

Maybe it's not even big stuff but just little things. A home cooked meal, visiting a favourite store or reading a book that they can't anymore. Or have their biggest worry be about who's gonna look after their pet.

[youaremy-parkfilter]

Hiii?! I've been feeling low these days..so lemme chill here!

All these days where ever i go I'm seeing stuffs saying nasty about jk,tkkrs as usual trying to 'prove' their ships and so on.

Saw many jkkrs who changed their mind and being insecure about their beliefs too?! Seriously in this jikook lamd we really don't want insecure ones. Because we are supporting an existing bond. Whatever it is, a pure and adorable bond between these two.I myself was never thought of shipping these two men. I mean when my eyes landed on them, i felt the chemistry between them. There is something going on between them. The way they care for eo,the way they are more attentive to eo. Shipping changed to supporting when i landed deep into this.It hurts to see them getting hatred just because of their bond. But them showing more and more like nothing can't break our bond. It was all clear when jimin posted that half naked photos of them on jk's birthday. Till this day they both never talked about this trip. They know what should be talken and what not.

Jimin being so private about his personal life speaks a lot.He is one among who faced a lot. FACE speaks it louder and louder .He knew the consequences of them shown together on a live.These days jimin denying jk's invitation is so sus !! Park jimin ain't an easy person!! That's it

But that will never a reason that they both ain't together. Or their bond ain't no more.They both don't want anyone's validation.Just that they ain't seen together on public doesn't mean they are not that close. Use the brain ya!

The amount of love between these two are undeniable.

Still we don't know the story behind 'letter'- 'dear.ARMY' was that dear,army *cough*......jungkook had played letter during his live too still he didn't utter a single word about his background vocals, till that he was like 'oh jiminie hyung this , oh jiminie hyung that' ...when letter played he was melting into jimin's voice. It was jimin's story, and that album was his personal diary he didn't want any other artist to tell his story but still he hid his jungkookie as a secret in his personal diary......*sob* *sob*

......he went to support every members but not jk.but we only knew that part of him boarding a flight to NY, then his arrival. Where did he go? Why he didn't show up? Because he knew the amount of hates that he have to face and don't want to ruin his jungkookie's big day. A man made of love and consideration he IS !!

They both deserves a lot of love and support.... For those who gonna bark for gcf,,just think can you deal with it? A gcf ft.NY ?

[keefsteef]

AIN'T TALKIN BOUT LOVE - EP. 1

Citizens of Vanhalenville, WELCOME to Ain't Talkin Bout Love - a pile of rambling that I'm pretending is my podcast, where we talk about ANYTHING but love for our creatures 👺

Just kidding... obviously I love them down lmaooo. This'll be a lighthearted situation type deal. To get this disclaimer out the way, I am not anti David anti Sammy or anti Gary, I'm pro them all, so if I happen to be ripping into Samuel (which I will be 🤣,)that is not a testimony of me believing in David superiority blah blah blah, they're all gonna GET THE SMOKE if necessary. (Especially DAVID 🤣)

🙄. The fact I even have to disclaim that makes me chuckle but you know how it e-is , you always get a select few that suddenly possess all-knowing oracle powers and can tell you who you hate or don't hate 🔥🧠🔥‼️

ANYWAY let's get this shitshow on the road, hello I'm Raeyeon, call me Rae...or if calling me keefsteef tickles your tingle fine🤩... whatever works🤩...

TODAY, we'll be chatting about one of the possible reasons for the notorious "Alexander doesn't speak to Samuel" ordeal that quite frequently makes blog cameos in the form of some snarky joke. But really, it's hard to chuckle at as a citizen of alexanderopolis, because that just means he'll keep hiding from us 😭 kiss seeing him playing drums in the sun GOODBYE, BELOVED...

So to briefly recap it if you aren't aware, Samuel wants to do a reunion (yes, I know without Edward it'd be extremely bittersweet, but nonetheless still a nice tribute) but Mr. Alexander Arthur Van Halen is NOT DOWN FOR IT, and will not return any emails or calls.

I know we can easily put grieving at responsibility for this,which at this point I'm sure is the case, but correct me if I'm wrong, Samuel hadn't been keeping in contact with Alexander even when Edward was still around. I knowwww obviously the drama over the leaving of the band has a huge role, but here are MY PERSONAL SPECULATIONS 😩‼️

Samuel, beloved...I'm not delusional enough to think you'd read this, but talking in the pov that you are...there's plainly things you KEEP TO YOURSELF when you expect to keep a friendship.

The majority of us are probably aware of his book called RED where he spills tea (a bit too much tea in my opinion 😩) and what not, the extreme of it regarding Edward and his drug usage. I also saw the way he went about it to be quite insensitive, it almost felt like a haha let's laugh at this crackhead type of storytelling than a "gee eddies far gone and I feel bad".

I'm SURE he meant it to be more of a feel bad situation, but he's human, humans fuck up and make mistakes.

This was a big fuck up lmaooo. We KNOW Alexander loves his brother, and I personally think that he's well enough of a grown man to not hold a silly grudge over leaving...quitting... kicking out, whatever drama. (I've already shared my THOUGHTS on that fiasco 😭)

I think he's refusing to contact Samuel, because he's probably hurt about the way he aired Edward out.

I would be too. I wouldn't want to talk to anyone that seemed to kick my blood when they were down. Samuel is an INTELLIGENT MAN, so every time I hear him go "lol idk why he won't call me back"

BELOVED 👺👺👺👺🔪🔪🔪🔪, DON'T ACT DENSE!

Obviously...I am a stranger and obviously this is my observative opinion, Samuel could've apologized to Alexander already and in Taurus fashion he pulled a "forgiveness granted, trust and friendship denied" move, but if that's not the case...

SAAAAMMMUELLLLL needs to stop trying to force a music reunion, and instead needs to invite Alexander to Cabo and talk things out man to man. (And maybe take selfies for vanhalenville 😩😩🤩💅🏽🤪)

Neither of them are getting any younger, and it just saddens me to think of the possibility they'll never talk again. But yeah, I see that Samuel has quite the tendency to enjoy opening his mouth and sharing stories...but he really needs to have a bit more awareness about the type of stories he shares.

I'm sure there's things to talk about without getting all down and dirty and personal. Take notes from Michael Anthony 😩‼️

Anyway...this was quite a WAY TO KICK OFF WASN'T IT 🤣. I've been wanting to have a little chitter chatter about this for the longest time, but I wanted to sort of establish myself as a blog first so I wouldn't get "you hate Sammy" accusations 😭

I loooove Mr. Red Rockers curly headed self, but he for real needs to quit playing these games and make things right. An apology, if he's already given it, means nothing when you continue to do what you apologized for.

THANKS FOR TUNING IN 🤩❤️, NEXT we'll talk about Mr. Diamond David Gigolo Tarzan Atomic Punk Whoever Whatever Lee Roth!

I've got some interesting things to expand on about him...word in the STREETS is on the 1978 tour, he was really just a cute cozy little bookworm and all that hooping blabber mouth persona was just that... A persona.

MUAH!

[whitherwordswither]

Logs from the Starfields, III

Captain's Log #0.03:

After some heavy trading in New Atlantis, I picked up a contract from GalBank to get some con-man who defaulted in his loan to pay up. This had me heading out to Tau Ceti.

Of course, I can't just go somewhere with something else cropping up to distract me, now can I? As soon as I hit the system I picked up a distress signal. A local settler was having spacer trouble. So, naturally, I went to go see if I could help. Any day I can unload a few rounds in to a hostile spacer trash is a good day, I say.

Turns out him and three other families in the system are having a bad time of it. And on top of that they've been feuding with each other, or as it turns out, the guy who sent the signal for help had initially been kind of a colossal asshat to the others. But at least he's level headed enough now to admit his mistakes and wants everyone to legitimately survive. So not only do I have to get these grump dirtworkers to vibe together again, I got to deal with mucho spacer trash.

I set off to repair three satellites to restore communication lines between the families. Sadly, it looks like one family was already removed from the galactic equation. Each stop I made I blew some spacers out of the cosmic skies. Good riddance. The repair jobs weren't too difficult. I don't know why the spacers didn't just blow the transmitters up entirely. But I guess maybe they were gonna move in after their prey was hung up to dry? I don't know. Ain't no point in thinkin' too hard about it.

After getting all three family heads to meet up and cooperate, we made a joint run against two groups of spacer ships then almost immediately went all in for the kill and took out their base of operations aboard a derelict station. Another ton of haul this go. And the extra creds from the settlers was a nice boost.

Luckily, my initial contract is nearby in the system so I make a stop there to negotiate before heading back to New Atlantis. The target had himself holed up in a sparsely populated military outpost near a mostly abandoned mining facility of some sort. Not a whole lot of resources of note on the planet either. I manage to scan everything of worth on a short trek around the zone. Lady Luck must be on my side today. I was able to avoid a painful confrontation with the target and get him to pay what he owed without incident. Sometimes I'm amazing at my own talkin' skills. I'm glad he wasn't dumb about it. I hate to shoot someone, even if they give me a reason 'cause they got their head too far up their own ass.

As I'm leaving the planet I run in to some old friends of mine, coming to collect the bounty on my head. Jokes on them though, 'cause I've had enough excitement for one day. I ignore their comm hail and charge up my grav drive. While they're scrambling to get a target lock I'm skipping out of the system and back toward New Atlantis.

Sorry, boys. I got more creds to acquire and I don't feel like playing with ya'll right now.

Once I'm touched down at the Atlantis port I jog over and give the GalBank man his credits and get a nice little sum for myself. I might come back and take another job. Not that I enjoy helping the big bank corps or anything, but. My ship ain't gonna last forever and I'm gonna need every spare cred I can get to afford a new one. 'Cause god damn is they expensive.

I dump my haul at the local Trade Authority down in The Well, then head back topside. I run in to the scientist I helped the other day, who wouldn't you know, could use a bit more help! Heck, why not friend. I'm right here after all. And all he needs me to do is talk to an associate and get some data. Now, this associate don't like him much for whatever reason. Ain't any of my business. And as I'm talkin' to his associate friend… gosh dang. I'd really just like to punch him in the face. I almost had to to get that data. To think… he wanted me to break in to the apartment of his MAST supervisor and falsify his records so he could get a promotion. Boy. You just told me you got terrible performance reviews and you want me to make you look like a golden shiny apple? I don't think so. I had to a get a little grumpy with him, but I got the data. From the sounds of it, my scientist friend is on to something and may need my assistance again in a few days. I look forward to it! (Apparently something downright awkward is going on with this certain species of trees in New Atlantis and it could spell trouble for lotsa folks if something ain't done about it. So, of course, I'll help where I can.)

Now… I been doin' a lot of work around the New Atlantis area. I'm thinkin' I'm gonna head out and check out one of the other main hubs. See what else is out there. Atlantis is a nice enough place but. It may just be a little posh for my blood. And I'd like to, y'know, get my own place. Never owned a spot outright before and… I'm thinkin' maybe for once… I'd like to.

I'll catch ya up later.

End log.

[bonjeacon-peakdeak]

So, instead of DMing, I'm gonna personally write in this reblog in case anyone else might've been concerned about Andrew's opinions on Sam's art "concerns". She only ever mentioned other artists just because she had gotten the opinions of other people first before dumping the question on Andrew, it was a nice little detail to hide behind. But really she was selfishly concerned with her own piece, and just particularly didn't like Red's (badassassassin) Raphiera art being on streamily. Like, HATED it. Wouldn't shut up in DMs and in public about her disdain for the art. A lot of it was a mixture of my own opinions on Red, since me and Sam were close at the time, but that didn't mean I was ever going to use that as an excuse to contact Andrew to get rid of it? It's a.. pattern with her. It was like this with the social media manager incident, and this streamily incident. She doesn't like something, gathers the opinions of others, and then tries to approach with these opinions thinking it's enough to get her way.

Me, personally, I just didn't like the ship, and just thought Raphlep art would've been a better ship to advertise. And that I also just have a lot of criticisms about Red's connections (that they are aware I have this opinion on and its geniuenly not a big deal lol) so like, I'll live? I moved on because you can just have an opinion and continuing to go about your day? But she just HAS to do something about it. The fact she had the audacity to use "lack of advertisement" as an excuse to scream about her own jealousy on her print not being posted "enough" and how badly she'd wanted this print removed- I couldn't take her side at all hfhfhf

Ok uh, the point of me reblogging- just some insight on how Andrew responded. Because these DMs aren't edited, they come straight from Sam (she gave them to me expecting me to be on her side) I deliberately asked for none of Andrew's replies to be shown as he prefers to not have DMs shown. So, I'll respect that, while summarizing his response, because the "goodbye" wasn't his actual response to all that she wrote LOL

To sum it up, he described to not take things so personal, because the advertising he did of the art is just whatever streamily instructed him to do. And I can personally attest to that, as I have notifications on for his profile, so I know when he posts. He's posted for each print at least once or twice, mostly in his story. He's just some guy, he ain't a social media manager, and even though he has one, like he said, he's just doing what streamily instructs him to do. He was very respectful and apologetic to Sam for feeling the way she did, but he respectfully asked to no longer continue the topic because she was (obv) overstepping a boundary. And she is! She has no right to be dictating what he should post. He's a very intelligent man, and so are us bg3 fans- we can tell the difference between giving someone a criticism vs someone using emotional manipulation to try to get something done. The fact she began to talk worse to him after his initial plea to leave the topic alone, he STILL kept decorum, while still voicing to her that she is continuing to break a boundary he set. So, convo died off there, as yall can see.

Sam is so adamant on wanting ALL the Dms to be shown because I toooootally edited them/sarcasm, but geniuenly I'm glad Andrew doesn't want DMs shown because reading these two reply to each other was so upsetting. Idk how someone can speak so rudely- Andrew was giving her more than one chance to just drop it.

So, yeah, I promise yall, Andrew doesn't hate artists or anything. This wasn't exactly a rumor, but prior to me n my friends pushing Sam and her circle off their platforms for racism and creepiness, some people who she def reached out to had raised concerns to me about "Andrew being weird about artists" and such. He ain't. He LOVES art, he LOVES the bg3 artists, he always makes sure to credit artists and ask permission before using art for anything. And, I guess to the detriment of Sam, he isn't going to have a favorite artist. Or, well, it wasn't her at least LOL.

Ok it's 5am, back to night-owling (sorry if things don't make sense, I can't spell and I just word vomit a lot)

TLDR; Andrew responded to her concerns: he was only doing what Streamily asked him to do, and he was sorry that he hurt her from doing... nothing wrong, but was polite about her concerns nonetheless. Was STILL polite even as she grew more aggressive.

Your daily reminder that no matter how much you love a voice actors work. They. Are. Not. Your. Friends.

They do not owe you Jack shit!

Where is this coming from? Another parasocial freak came out of the woodwork and began harassing Andrew Wincott. Carrying on about his social media manager and him sharing artwork on his social media of a Raphael & Jaheira ship art that was honestly beautifully done. Me personally I ship jaheira with minthara but I digress.

To the person who did this. And I know for a fact you’ll see this.

You, and other delusional fuckheads who behave like you are the reason why artists distance themselves from fandoms.

Andrew loves interacting with the fan base, as do all the other VAs. But freaks like you often frighten them away and ruin it for everybody but especially the actor themselves. They become uncomfortable, afraid, irritated and remove themselves from the space.

Leave him alone. In fact, leave any and every Va alone. He is not your friend, he will never love you romantically and no doubt your behaviours left a foul taste in his mouth.

He is a human being. Not an object of your deluded fantasies.

[captainrukias-husband]

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When all was said and done, Ichigo was reminded of the fact that at one time he had had a normal life, and that at one time he had been known to cause trouble. He was reminded when out and about in his town, and he would run into some unfamiliar face – which would get right into his, and it was always something about some unsettled business.

Ichigo wouldn't know anything about that anymore, and he figured at this point it was all water under the bridge, right?

Not so.

And that wasn't really a big deal, when his family had always been used to him coming home with bloody knuckles or bruises or split lips.

It was only after he and Orihime had gone steady that it became a problem.

They were not yet living together at this point, but sometimes he would stay over. And Orihime noticed so much all of the time, and especially after having healed him so many times – after training herself to check him at every turn, to make sure he was in perfect condition – this would absolutely not miss her notice.

Her cool and gentle fingers would close around his and she would admonish him. So softly.

“Please stop getting into trouble,” she told him. His wounds would close under her ministrations, and he nodded wordlessly. “I mean it. I hate to see you like this.”

His father had told him before that she seemed to make him a better person, and that that was the one you wanted to be marrying. The one you made changes for. The one you wanted to deserve.

Ichigo thought so, too.

“Okay,” he said. “I won't.”

It just so happened that the next time someone decided to recognize him, they were out on a date.

Orihime had been wearing a pretty sundress, and they had been holding hands. She was telling him all about the movie they were about to watch.

He was so invested in the way the sunlight caught in her hair that he hadn't heard his name being called the first couple of times.

“Ah, Ichigo?” Orihime had said, coming to a stop.

He followed her line of sight to see some guy, standing in their way.

This had happened enough times that Ichigo understood the vibe of the other guy without anything having been said. He tugged Orihime behind himself, when he noticed the other guy staring a little too hard.

“Man, come on,” Ichigo said, as Orihime peered around him curiously. “Can't you see I'm busy?”

“Is he an old friend?” Orihime asked, inching around him. She never assumed the worst.

“No,” the other guy snapped. “We have a score to settle, Kurosaki!”

“Well, it can wait,” Ichigo replied evenly.

“Excuse me?”

“How 'bout we meet here tomorrow, same time? We can settle whatever score you're talking about then.”

“Whatever score? Don't tell me you forgot!”

He absolutely had.

“Come on, Kurosaki!” he shouted, drawing more than a few eyes. “I ain't leavin' till this is settled!”

He felt Orihime's hand settle carefully against his arm. Her concern palpable.

The other guy was already holding his fists up, falling into position. “What are you waiting for? Let's settle this like men!”

“Ah, no. My girl doesn't like when I get into fights. It's not a healthy expression of--”

A fist connected with his mouth before the words even left it.

He saw it coming long before it happened, but he knew there was no way this guy was gonna leave them alone.

Orihime's hand was still on his arm. She knew this wasn't enough to really do him any harm.

She'd seen far worse happen to him.

It steadied him, and he caught the next fist before it could even make contact. He twisted the guy's wrist until he fell to his knees, gasping with pain. “Relax,” Ichigo said. “I'm not gonna hurt you.”

The guy looked at him through tears in his eyes. Given the surprise on his face, this guy had probably been holding this grudge since middle school. He was a child then. He had no idea who Ichigo was anymore.

“If you really wanna settle this, then you'll be here tomorrow. Same time. I won't be holding back.”

He held the guy's eyes for a few seconds longer, waiting.

And then he shook his head quickly. So Ichigo released him wordlessly. He was on his feet and running as soon as he was free.

Orihime's hand skimmed his back gently. “Thank you,” she said.

She planted a kiss against his shoulder, and Ichigo started at the warmth it spread through his chest.

Her hand popped right back into his, resuming their walk to the theater. And she couldn't stop smiling at him.

It crossed his mind, not for the first time, what his father had told him.

.x.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

I Need You

A/N: This was found on Pinterest, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

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“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.