#I loved bitch beatdown

[i-lived-bitch-beatdown]

[youngpettyqueen]

it is perhaps just slightly concerning how good I am at writing people being in pain

[melodic-haze]

First off, congrats on being able to open up your request box again. In honor of that, I have a very personal request for you; Natasha. Just Natasha.

Just kiddin, I was thinking of the stereotype trope of: main character has a scary resting face but is actually just a nice person. Where reader has one mean bitch face and unnatural eyes that just brings fear sorta like Arlecchinos. This causes reader to get into fights constantly and needing to go to the only person that isn't scared of reader, Natasha. Always taking care of reader with her gentle smile, while wrapping the bandages of the people who started the fight a bit too tight for ones comfort. Reader slowly starts falling for Natasha and promises to help Natasha in anyway they could. Weather that be helping patients, managing the local kids when she can't, or even protecting her and her clinic. Anything to repay the kindness she has given them.

Have I ever told you I love Natasha? Yes? Well then you get to see it again. I love this women and would kill for her.

-🍎(I probably don't even need this for this one)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: Natasha x Reader

☆ — TYPE: SFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of violence

☆ — NOTES: opened my req box but I didn't end up answering them until like idk months later LMAAIOAAOO but anyway idk dude I think you gotta prove you love Natasha idk I just can't tell like at all 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

It's a hard life, when you're unlucky enough to strike fear in the hearts of those around you DESPITE the fact that you want the complete opposite effect. Perhaps you jsut wanted to pay for some nice looking handmade phone case being sold at the street and instead the people audibly gulp and say that you can keep it just don't hurt me--

Needless to say, it's inconvenient

Yeah perhaps you just have a naturally mean-looking face, or maybe you're scarred for one reason or other. Your eyes are unnatural—freakish, even—and with how Jarilo-VI hasn't necessarily received a surplus of otherworldly visitors due to the otherwise uninhabitable climate, not a lot of people are gonna really.. welcome such an intimidating appearance with open arms 😓

People shy away from you because they're scared that you're going to fight them, and then there are some loons that approach you bc they DO want to fight you. This ends in two ways; either you know how to fight back to support your appearance and you beat their asses (which doesn't really bode well for your already kinda negative reputation) OR you DON'T know how to fight and you end up getting your ass beat

And so what do you do if you feel like you've been dropped down to the seventh layer of hell? You go to Natasha's clinic!!! Oh, but with your bruises and cuts and your natural look that has people running at the sight of you, your presence may not be appreciated in what people may consider a safe space (hypocrites, all of them really LOL). But that's okay!!

After the long day you've had and the thorough beatdown you've gained, you willed yourself to limp back home. Passing out on the street was not an option, and neither was going to a place where most people had often rested and had their wounds tended to.

In hindsight, it was probably better to bear the scrutiny and get yourself nursed back to health, but despite having dealt with it for the past several years you've been percieved as the lone boogeyman that terrorised the streets, you weren't willing to face any more today.

Unfortunately, however, your legs lose their stability and your body falls out of balance. And with you fighting unconsciousness, perhaps due to a concussion that you couldn't care less about, there was no hope on being able to--

But you feel someone hold your falling body, their grip soft yet undeniably strong. Consequently, however, that startles you awake and alarmed.. which also ends up with you falling on the ground from pushing the person away, albeit with a softer landing due to the interrupted fall.

"Oh! My apologies for giving you a scare, dear."

"Wha..?"

You look up and you see the Underworld's most trusted doctor, Natasha. But her presence is what doesn't catch your eye, not specifically.

It's the way her eyes look at you unblinkingly, as if you were a person with no societal defects whatsoever.

You had to look away.

"You seem to be in such a state," she gently chided as she bent down with her eyes inspecting not your face or your unnatural eyes or anything that may seem out of the ordinary, but rather the dozen injuries that litter your body from the beatdown you recieved, "times like these are when I would personally advise you to see a doctor, you know."

While her words are sensible, you can't help but shake your head, "And risk getting turned away? No thanks."

"I don't recall ever turning you away throughout this very interaction."

You look back at her, and you see soft magenta eyes staring unflinchingly at you with her hand outstretched. And for the sake of that sick, tentative curiosity in your head, you look back at her with your 'cursed' gaze in an attempt to see if she, too, felt a lick of fear and panic at the sight of you.

"You still could. You could turn around and run back to your clinic now—fat chance of me stopping you when I'm all battered and beat like this."

"And it is precisely because you are battered and beat that it becomes my duty to nurse you back to health as your doctor." Natasha holds her hand out closer and gives you a smile; a foreign, almost alien, look when it comes to being under the moon's serene gaze, "I can treat you at your own home, if that's what you'd prefer.. and you can refuse, of course. But I would very much like to help, if you'd let me."

"..Okay."

In the cold underworld devoid of all natural light, there is a bright spark of warmth as you tentatively reach for her hand and pull yourself up to her with a wince.

You guide her over to your house located at some hidden area that people don't tend to visit and let yourselves in, to which she guides you to a chair and basically glides along her path as she looks for a first-aid kit. When she finds it, she goes over to you and treats you so gently—her gaze look at you in such a motherly way, her voice is soft as she asks you questions, and the silence between you is comfortable

As she stays with you to tend to your condition, the both of you engage in small talk. It's mostly started by her, there's no chance that you WOULDN'T be guarded when you've basically been estranged by the general public your entire life, but then you get comfortable enough that it turns into a full-blown conversation between the two of you

When she leaves, your house just feels a bit colder. And as you recover from your injuries and reflect on the kindest woman you've ever had the opportunity to converse with, you swear to yourself that you'd help her in whatever way you can as a way of showing your gratitude

Everyone sees you out much more often, particularly circling around the clinic and even, god forbid, going inside. But the doctor sees you trying to tend to her patients' needs without disturbing them, playing with the children in whatever way you can (and they even start to come over to you to play after a while + Hook's approval, calling you an Honourary Mole), and scaring off anyone who would dare to disturb her and her clinic's peace

You often can't help but wonder about the discrepancy of the way you're treated by everyone else and then her—much as you were grateful, let's be real you'd be mildly suspicious as to why she basically welcomes you with open arms when nobody else does. Does she have an ulterior motive? Did she want something from you this entire time? Oh, but everyone knew Natasha and everyone knew that she was quite possibly one of the most earnest people in all of Belobog so maybe you're just overthinking!! And that still doesn't stop you from wanting to help her out in any way you can anyway, your gratitude ran deeper than your lingering distrust from all the similar distrust you were faced with

Over time you develop feelings.....though whether it's bc of how she may be one of the only people to treat you like a person rather than a monster with deformities, how she had swooped in and saved you that time (and maybe even times after that too), or how you just genuinely fell for her, who knows. Either way, you start noticing her well-kept hair despite the constant rush in the clinic, and the scent of her perfume whenever she passes you by and gives your arm a light squeeze as a form of greeting towards you. You pay even more attention to her soft-spoken voice that was so full of care and conviction for nursing her patients back to full health, and her careful yet expert precision with her hands as she handles her medical tools

No matter what she does, you stayed captivated by her. Not just because of her beauty, but the kindness she shows and the love she has over those around her.

Perhaps it was due to your lack of such warmth and affection as a result of your status as a feared outcast, but you found yourself greedy—wanting more. But you know you couldn't ask that of her, not when she considered herself responsible for caring for life within the Underworld.

Especially not when you get these occasionally quiet nights to yourselves, devoid of anything else but you, her and a fresh pot of tea.

You're well-versed on how these nights usually went because they were repetitive and comforting: the two of you enjoyed a nice cup of tea as you told each other of your current days and your past experiences before settling into a nice lull, the silence comforting as you sat next to each other. You still found it strange, how the doctor had opted to sit next to you rather than far, far away from you, but it wasn't like you were going to complain about the warmth that you're now growing to be familiar with.

Right now though, there was something.. different to the silence.

It wasn't as if there was anything out of place, but you had noticed that the way Natasha looked at you was different—it was filled with.. a different form of affection, the type that you were a complete stranger to.

It was only when she spoke up in the midst of your otherwise-comforting moment of mutual peace and quiet that you realised why.

"Do you like me, [Y/N]?"

It was a simple question, one you could easily say 'yes' to because of course you like the woman you consider as your first true friend.. but the way she muttered it with her voice just a hair's breadth above a whisper made you stop and reconsider.

"..Why?"

"Mm... A doctor's curiosity, perhaps?"

"Just a doctor's curiosity?"

"Maybe more than that too. Won't you be a dear and entertain my line of questioning?"

...

Though really, what was there to reconsider?

"..So what if I do?"

"Hm."

You get no further acknowledgement back, and so of course you think that's the end of the conversation.

But then you see her turn around to meet your gaze, unflincing magenta eyes staring right at your unnatural own despite its initial tendencies to categorise you as a monster, and she gives you the most loving look you had ever seen from her.

"I've found that I like you too."

"Even if I'm--"

"I like you, dear. All of you."

You hear her put down her teacup to focus in you, but you can't bring yourself to care about anything else.

Not when the both of you lean into each other's embrace and breathe each other in.

Not when the Beauty kisses her Beast as if you breathed life into her being.

I tjink when you finally get with her it's so funnt bc you'd essentially be the "she asked for no pickles" couple except it could go either way

You're like the adored doctor and her bodyguard and neither of you would have it any other way :3c

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello

So i was thinking of 16 and 3 with 80s jason

this was such a fun request to write and i'm honestly in love with jason on this. hope you enjoy reading it, love <3

from this prompt list │requests are open! send yours here

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

jason newsted x reader │ word count: 3,1k

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?" "Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle. "You need to pick your partners better." "Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. 

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, protected sex (yay), oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled your bedroom as it valiantly battled the stifling summer heat with a gentle breeze. You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the open magazine and glancing over at your best friend sprawled out on your rug, absorbed in your Atari video game.

You and Jason had been buddies since high school. You actually met him through your brother - they were in a band together for a bit before your brother bailed to help out your dad with the family business. But even after that, Jason just became a regular fixture around your place.

It was pretty common for the two of you to hang out in your room all day, reading comics, watching movies, or playing games together. Jason was a solid friend - he was chill, funny, and always looked out for you. It felt like he was practically part of the family by now. Your parents and your brother loved having him around, and you couldn't deny you felt the same way.

"What's with the sigh?" Jason asked, and you blinked, glancing down at him to see he'd paused his game, resting his arms on your mattress as he peered up at you, a mop of brown curls framing his face.

"What sigh?" you frowned, and he rolled his eyes.

"You just sighed. The upset kind of sigh," he explained, and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, maybe after years of hanging out, Jason could read you like a book. It wasn't exactly news, but it still caught you off guard sometimes, how effortlessly tuned in he could be.

"It's nothing," you replied, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. You blushed, shifting your gaze back to your magazine.

"Come on," he nudged your arm, and you huffed, glancing back at him. "I can tell when you're upset. What's up?"

"I'm not upset," you retorted. "Just... Ugh, fine. You remember that guy Flint?"

"That jerk Flint Jones?" Jason snorted, and you chuckled.

"Yeah, well, we went on a date yesterday."

"Damn, sweetheart," he laughed. "No wonder you're feeling some kinda way."

"Oh, shut up," you playfully nudged his head with your foot, and he snorted, grabbing your ankle and moving your foot away from his head. "He's hot, okay? But it's all surface. We went back to his van afterwards and... Well, it was terrible."

"Did he hurt you or anything? You want me to kick his ass?" he asked, suddenly serious, and you laughed.

"Unless you think he deserves a beatdown for having the smallest dick ever," you replied, and Jason snorted, blushing. "Nah, it's all good. It's just the same old story, you know? He just wanted a quick fuck, but he was all about himself. So I bounced," you paused, frowning. "...And then he had the nerve to call me today just to say I’m a bitch."

"Wait till your brother finds out about this," Jason whispered, menacingly. 

"Oh, hell no, you're not telling him. I don't need my brother getting all up in my business. As far as he's concerned, I'm still as innocent as they come," you chuckled, then grimaced. "I mean, it's not that far off. I've only been with three guys, but every time it's like, why did I even bother?"

"It was that terrible, huh?" he asked, gently, propping his chin in his hand, and you nodded.

"Sorry. Too much information?" you grinned, a bit shyly, and he returned the smile.

"Not at all. You know you can tell me anything. Even about your awful sex li... Ow!" he laughed as you swiftly left your sitting position to kneel down, giving his head a playful shove before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shut up, Newsted. Just 'cause you're getting lucky doesn't mean you can rag on my sex life."

"Who said I'm getting lucky?" he chuckled, blushing a bit, and you rolled your eyes.

"Are you serious? I don't know what you did to her, but my friend Carol won't shut up about how amazing your night was. Like I wanted to hear all the details!" you exclaimed. Jason laughed.

“I could show you what I did to her,” he blurted out. You froze, raising your eyebrows at him. "Uh, I mean... You said you've never had a good fuck, so I thought maybe I could..." Jason trailed off, his words stumbling out awkwardly. "I just thought... Maybe if you had a decent one... Okay, forget it, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's cool," you replied hastily. Sure, you hadn't exactly fantasized about getting down with Jason, but you couldn't deny he had his charms, muscular arms and toned body matching the most beautiful wavy hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. Plus, you were sick of your own lackluster experiences and the hassle of trying to score in this town. There was just one hitch: you didn't want things to get weird between you two. Your friendship was cool, the coolest kind there was — you could count on Jason for everything, and he could count on you as well. You didn’t want this to change. “It’s just… Won’t that make things awkward?”

“It doesn’t have to. We’re friends, right?” Jason answered, shifting to sit beside you on the bed with a soft grunt. "I mean, if you're gonna dive into this, might as well do it with someone you trust. Better than messing around with Flint Jones," he joked, and you laughed along.

"You're such a dummy," you teased, feeling your cheeks warm as he inched closer, his hand finding its way to your cheek. “What the hell are you doing, Newsted?”

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?"

"Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle.

"You need to pick your partners better."

"Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. 

The kiss started gentle, a bit awkward at first, but you soon started to ease into it, feeling Jason's lips soft against yours. His scent, so familiar, surrounded you as he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. You found yourself leaning in, one hand resting on his thigh, letting out a little sigh as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“It's sweltering in here," you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, saying it more as an excuse to take a small breather. Jason chuckled softly.

"I got you," he grinned, pulling your shirt off. You blushed, heart racing as his eyes roamed over your body, then meeting yours. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you replied, biting your lip. "Yeah, keep going."

He grunted, nudging you to lie back as he settled on top of you. You trailed your fingers along his stomach, tugging at his shirt to get it off. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jawline, working his way up to your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

“Gonna teach you what a good fuck feels like,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he pressed himself against you, his hardness meeting that warm spot between your legs. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping his hair. "Feels good?" he asked softly, lips trailing along your neck before returning to yours, his body pressing against yours. You nodded, meeting his gaze, cheeks heating up; Jason had never looked at you like this before, his eyes full of desire as he watched the way you opened your mouth slightly, small sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you felt the pressure of his hard cock against you. 

"Jase..." you whispered, reaching for his pants zipper, but he groaned, swiftly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You let out a little whimper of protest, but he chuckled softly.

"Take it easy," he smiled. "Got a few tricks up my sleeve to show you first."

"Like what?" you breathed, and he grinned before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hands down to your back to unhook your bra. You couldn't help but sigh, feeling your cheeks heat up as he traced circles around one of your nipples with his finger, teasing it until it stiffened. He gave it a gentle pinch, and you couldn't hold back a soft moan.

"Has anyone ever touched your boobs like this?" he murmured, planting a soft kiss on one of them, and you shook your head no. He licked his fingertips to give them a little lubrication before teasing your nipple again, giving it gentle pinches and pulls. With a grunt, he took the other into his mouth, and you couldn't help but moan as he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around your nipple while he massaged the other with his hand. "Gonna make sure you know how amazing it can feel, babe."

"Oh," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as you instinctively moved your hips upwards, feeling a rush of pleasure and excitement. He pulled back briefly before latching onto your other nipple, teasing and squeezing the one he had just left wet and sensitive. Your eyes fluttered shut, breath coming in uneven bursts as you pulled him in closer. He continued to suck on your breast gently, leaving a little love mark as he unbuttoned your pants.

Your whole body tingled as he stripped off your pants and panties in one swift move. This was a whole different new experience for you; sure, Jason had caught glimpses of you in a bikini before, but being fully exposed like this was a first. Your cheeks flushed hot as he took in your naked form with a low hum, reaching out to grab your waist.

"You're so damn hot," he whispered, his own cheeks tinted with a flush. You sighed contently as he parted your thighs, his fingers exploring the warmth between them. A sharp moan escaped your lips as he teased your sensitive area, circling your wet entrance with his fingertips. "You're soaking wet, babe," he grunted, and you couldn't help but moan in response. He looked up at you. "You sure about this?"

"Yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes with a moan as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them gently. "Oh, Jase..."

"So damn warm and wet," he muttered, looking captivated by your reaction as he positioned himself between your legs, his warm breath against your clit. “I really wanna eat you out… Can I?”

"Yes, please," you whimpered, hips instinctively moving with his fingers as he curled them inside you once more. He chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before diving down to your clit. A sharp moan escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against your sensitive bud. "Jason..."

"Hmm?" he grinned up at you, his fingers working magic inside you. "You're squeezing around my fingers, babe... Feels good?"

"Feels amazing," you agreed, cheeks flushing. He went back to your clit, licking it in slow circles, and you couldn't help but moan, gripping his hair. A small gasp escaped you when he sucked on it, hips moving with his rhythm as you pulled him closer. He held onto your thigh, keeping you in place as he continued with increasing intensity, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. "Jason," you gasped, eyes shutting tight as he kept his fingers moving inside you, pleasure building with every stroke. He pulled back momentarily, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs.

"It's alright, babe," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've got you. Just let it out..."

You whimpered, tugging at his arm until he was back on top of you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue moving with yours as he slid his fingers away, focusing on massaging your clit in slow circles. You melted in his kiss, pressing yourself against him as you felt your climax building, each wave crashing over you until you were moaning louder and louder, your whole body trembling under his touch.

"That's it, baby," Jason murmured, sliding his fingers back inside you and hitting that spot that made you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around him. "Just let it all out... I've got you, honey."

"Jase, please..." you sobbed, burying your face in his neck as you attempted to push his hand away. "It's too intense, I can't..."

“It’s okay,” he whispered, planting soft kisses on your hair while easing his hand's movements. You let out a shaky sigh, still tingling from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He chuckled, brushing your hair back from your face, his body warm and sweaty against yours. "You enjoyed that?"

"Hell yeah," you replied weakly, and he laughed.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Just need a sec to catch my breath, please," you whispered, and he chuckled before getting up. You watched as he peeled off his pants and underwear, blushing when you caught sight of his arousal. He grabbed his wallet from your nightstand, pulling out a condom before taking hold of his cock with his free hand.

"Wanna learn how to put this on?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm not that clueless, Jason. I know how to do it," you replied, sitting on the bed.

"Well, you wanna lend a hand, then?" he asked, and you nodded, cheeks flushing. You took the condom from him, tearing open the package. There was a moment of hesitation before you took hold of him, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum over his swollen head. He let out a grunt.

“Want me to suck you off first?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved your hand slowly. He let out a soft moan.

"I'd love it, but let's save it for another time," he replied, his voice husky. You blushed, the thought of a next time sending butterflies through your stomach. "Today's all about you, alright? Just wanna make you feel good."

"Well, you're killing it so far," you grinned, and he chuckled. You slid the condom on him, then leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs. Jason looked at you, stroking himself slowly with a sigh before getting back on top of you.

"There's still so much I wanna teach you," he whispered in your ear, and you let out a soft moan. "Loads of ways to make you lose it for me... You have no idea how sweet you taste."

"No one's ever talked to me like that before," you whispered, heart racing as you blushed. He grunted, planting soft kisses on your neck.

"Their loss," he replied before easing himself into you with a slow, steady movement. You let out a loud moan, clinging to him as you opened your legs wider to take him in deeper. He kissed your jaw, fully inside you now, your bodies hot and sweaty against each other. "You good?"

"I'm good," you whispered, and he let out a soft grunt before starting to move slowly. You buried your face in his neck, moaning as you felt him stretching you out, hitting all those sweet spots inside you. It was intoxicating, the mix of gentle ache and intense pleasure, far beyond anything you'd felt with anyone else. Your pussy throbbed, extra sensitive after your last orgasm, and Jason moaned your name, pulling you closer.

You curled your toes, lips seeking his out eagerly, knowing you wouldn't hold out much longer, the tension in your belly rising fast. Jason kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tangled his hand in your hair, your lips moving together in a frenzy of soft moans and gentle bites. You were completely lost in him, in the sensation of him thrusting into you, picking up speed as you gave in to the pleasure of each other's touch.

"Jase... I'm gonna cum again," you moaned, and Jason grunted, his thrusts getting harder as he used one hand to play with your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with quick motions.

You let out a sharp moan, feeling his hot, ragged breath against your skin as he showered you with soft kisses, driving your hips forward to deepen the connection. It was too much; your climax finally crashed over you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as you held onto him tightly, your body clenching around him. Jason groaned, his movements becoming wilder as he was carried over the edge by the intensity of your release. He buried his face in your neck, fingers gripping your hair as his body trembled, delivering a few final thrusts before collapsing on top of you with a shaky sigh.

You closed your eyes, giggling as he peppered your jaw and then your lips with kisses. He slipped out of you, and you scooted over to make room for him to sit beside you. You watched as he disposed of the condom and headed to your bathroom. He was back in no time, his naked form gleaming with sweat, face flushed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"What's got you smiling?" he asked, a small grin playing on his lips. He settled down on the bed, running his hand over your thigh.

"That was amazing, Jase," you said, and he chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss.

"You feeling weird now or are we cool?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice. You smiled softly.

"We're good. We could be friends with benefits, right? I hear some folks actually pull that off."

"Yeah," he smiled at you, twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers. "So, does that mean we're gonna do this again sometime?"

"You were the one talking about all the lessons you had in store for me," you teased, and he chuckled softly.

"Okay. It's a deal, then," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, making you giggle. "But hey, we better get dressed before your brother or your folks come back home. Pretty sure they wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how we spent our afternoon."

You burst into laughter, sitting up on the bed and rummaging for your clothes. As you watched Jason get dressed, a grin spread across your face, thinking about how rough it would be to go back to those crappy dates after experiencing how amazing it felt to be with him.

You couldn't wait to see what else he had to teach you.

[stem-sister-scuffle]

WELCOME TO THE WOMEN IN STEM SCUFFLE!!!

Hi!! I'm the person behind @17-million-years-of-pining-poll, and i wanted to make another one, so

To be legible for this tourney, the character submitted must either be a woman that has a career in STEM, or a special interest in a STEM field. Before anyone asks, yes social sciences (like psychology) count :) The more general submission rules are as follow: 1 - No real people, including anyone from DSMP 2 - No characters from Harry Potter, and other sucky franchises 3 - Please only submit each character once, but you can submit several characters 4 - Be courteous in the tags and my askbox!! I will not hesitate to block people. 5 - Ill add more rules if I can think of them lmao Submit your girlies here!!! (submissions will be open for either a week or two weeks, depending on how many i get :)) Propaganda and asks are both allowed and encouraged!!!! seriously i love them<3 Tagging other awesome tourneys under the cut to get this out there!!

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[one-strugling-bean]

So.

I finished the 4th season (MAG #160)

......I'm unwell

(part 3 of my Magnus Archives experience)

Ahhhhh where do i even start???? Ok, ok I think I'll start with the lesser things

First off, right off the bat, RIP Tim. More than ever, now I know he didn't have to die and I am so so sad he did..... Flirty boi deserved so much better u^u

Martin collected many moments of badassery throughout the 3rd and 4th seasons. Im so proud of his growth. Not him burning statements and snipping back at Elias - ahhhhhh he was so coooool, I wish someone else was there so that they could tell him! And when he made Fairchild sit back down to finish answering Martin's questions, I swear I got chills!!

Anyway. I continue being a fierce Martin fan, nothing new there

What is new is my newfound adoration for Daisy. Seriously. She's my baby now. Idc what happens or who dies, she needs to end this story okay :'))))

No, im 200% serious, if Daisy doesn't survive to the end, im def going to cry. Because i can totally see her being the "sacrifice herself so that everyone else will have a chance" type.

I swear she was the only one holding the brain cell power this season –  and FINALLY, someone who's not Martin is not being a bitch to Jon!!!

I wasn’t even expecting Jon to be able to bring her back. Much less for them to become supportive avatar besties! I’m so glad the writer decided to take that turn with her. It’s really satisfying from a narrative standpoint to have Daisy of all people do a whole 180 on her standpoint with Jon.

Idk, i just really liked her this season. She deserves all the hugs. So she gets a meme :)

Basira, on the other hand, fell a bit for me, but i think that was kind of the point. She was fierce and stony and nearly zero compassionate, – very Gertrude-ish of her –  but after everything that’s happened, i can't really blame her :/

Im just here praying to everything that the cop ladies can get a modicum of a happy ending

And just so I round up the gang, im scared for Melanie... She is now blind and also has (had?) a monster as a therapist. And Georgie doesn't feel fear which makes them even less likely to sense danger if it comes for them. I hope they're able to push through whatever season 5 throws at them

Okay. So only Jon is lef now. What can i say about him tho?? I mean, i can say he's been going through it.

Like, I spent my whole time hearing this podcast lowkey making fun of him for collecting beatdowns from pretty much every character - AND IT TURNS OUT IT WASN’T EXACTLY JOKING MATTER AND WAS ACTUALLY PLOT RELEVANT??

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY AND WHY IS IT MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR VOICES ON MY PHONE??

I just feel so bad for Jon. The guy did not deserve all of this. He really was a lamb to the slaughter—a poor wet cat, an eternal damsel in distress, the Antichrist…?

That last statement from Elias/Jonah is so good tho. Like, objectively. I love it. Not only does it take the listener in a nice little trip down memory lane - nostalgia is always fun - but its also just. So evil.

They really gave us such a sweet start – Martin and Jon bunking together in a cabin in Scotland(?) seemingly happy and it's all "uwu, they sho cute, yada yada- and then BAM!! APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN!"

(i could literally be here for hours coming up with titles for Jon. he makes it too easy.)

Elias though...... I was spoiled that he was Jonah Magnus halfway through season 2 or so, so the reveal wasn't a big deal for me. I wonder how shattering it was for listeners when it first dropped though... At least he upped his villainy cred this season. Suits him better than the "unbothered neutral/evil stand-by" vibe he gave before.

And one last character thing, I fell in love with Peter so quickly. His lines were all gold and his delivery even more so. He just had that unflappable vibe to him. Like he didnt have a care in the world.

Oh, and him and Elias totally had ex-wives who spent the last 10 years fighting about who gets what in the divorce energy.

No, i will not elaborate.

Uhhhhh yeah. I grew to appreciate Helen more and more every time they showed up. Simon Fairchild was surprisingly fun for an old man, Gerry deserved the freaking world (thank you so much Jon for burning that page) and i think that’s kinda it on my favorite “creatures and associates”

Im super excited for this last stretch. i wonder if TMA will stick the landing. I sure hope it does, and honestly trust it will.

Anywayyyyyy, off i go for those last 40 episodes. Wish me luck!

Finish testimony, or whatever

[miimo96]

Thoughts on My Adventures with Superman S2 episode 9

So you're probably wondering what heck took so long for me to make this, and well ya see thats because I actually had to wait for this episode to come out on the website where I watch all my TV shows and anime on, and since That was taking so long to be released, I wasn't able to watch this and thus give my review on it, But now that it has officially come out I can finally Get my thoughts out there and Share it with you all, anyway that's mainly because why I've been gone for so long, that because depression kicks in at the most random times in my life and so I wasn't feeling motivated, but aside from that I'm finally ready to get this done and thus give you my review, anyway yeah Sorry for the wait but let's get into it^^;

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Starting off I actually wanna talk about a few things regarding this opening, mainly about Clark's kindness; I love the fact that even tho this is a world where didn't never up and thus he never became Superman, he still has that kindness within him, and from the way he talks about wanting to help the creature and show him that it's not Alone, just shows that No matter what reality it is, he will always be compassionate and thus want to help people, hence what makes him Superman in the 1st place; also I didn't expect that in this episode we were actually going to be seeing an Evil version of his parents, because it's always usually just him getting the world he always wanted, I actually like that they took a different approach this time and thus gave us a reality, where he still has his parents, and where he basically got to grow up on krypton as a completely different person, also it's really interesting to see that in this version, the Black Mercy is more or less giving him a dream world where he basically has no control over, and Is kinda just gaslighting him like Brainiac would, I think that's because in this version, the black Mercy isn't a plant like most irritations, but is rather just a piece of technology, and since Brainiac was the computer system for krypton, he is able to access all the technology created from krypton, hence why Clark's mother Laura was talking to him that voice for a second,

Also this Shot right here is really Menacing AF, like Jor El looks seriously scary, oh and it looks like lois lost her memory so I'm wondering how that's going to play out

I fnd it very weird that Kara thinks Brainiac is Unstoppable Just because he's in Clark's body, like may I remind you of the absolute beatdown you gave your cousin a few episodes ago, like I'm really starting to believe that whole thing that people say of people who join the quote unquote "good side" end up effing sucking afterwards, like what is with that stuff, also before you say she was only able to beat him bc she was being controlled by Brainiac and therefore wasn't in control of her actions/ Strength, yeah sry but No, she wasn't being controlled by him at that time and was completely aware of what she was doing, the only time he was controlling her, was when she was hesitating to use her Heat vision to kill people, aside from that she was fully aware and wasn't Holding Back on him AT ALL; Also Mandy is such a bitch, that is all

Omg lois lost her memories I wonder this gonna play out, will she fall in love with Clark again, will clark remember who he is, will they even get along with each other, the possibilites are endle- Oh, well Never effing mind I guess, huh that was fast 😅 Also I really love the fact that Clark instead of becoming a warrior in this reality, became more of a scientist, it's funny because in the original animated series he was kinda like that as well, heck even in the comics I think he was like that, it just shows that Clark no matter what, really was never a fighter to begin with and only really ever does it in the name of Defense, with his real goal being to want to just help people through whatever means necessary, mainly through the power of science, like how in that 1 comic when he found the cure to cancer or something, Also can someone really explain to me how lois was able to prevent herself from being deleted, like I don't think it was ever explained and I'm really starting to believe it was just because of PLOT

Bruh Jimmy looks So heated at the fact that Steve of all people was the reason he and Kara were able to escape, like are you kidding me, THIS GUY!? 🤣🤣 Also shout out to my boy Steve for coming in clutch for our boy Jimmy, like he really is the Homie and I gotta say, the best get away driver like how do you sneak from Amanda waller of all people Undetected, dude's got skills

Hey Lois Idk about you but In my opinion This was the Worst explanation I ever heard, like I understand that time is resetting and so you've probably explained this to him like a hundred of times but Wow, you Really couldn't go any other way about it, like ya do realize this makes you look like a Crazy person right?; Also I legit could Never understnd Why she straight up tell couldn't tell Clark she loves him, like Omg wasn't you 2 already in a relationship at the beginning of this season, why is it So hard for you all of asudden o say I love you, when you LITERALLY established relationship early on, like WTF I'm sick of this trope already

Ok 2 things: 1 Jor El is scary in this sequence, like the way he screamed "Find her" really sent chills down my spine, and 2 why does this shot with him peeking out of the Bushes feel incredibly meme worthy?

Tbh I actually don't have much to say regarding Kara and Jimmy this time, aside from Jimmy being the GOAT due to how beautiful pep talk was, and how much I want them to end up together now, like I've said it before but I absolutely love their relationship in this series, and I really hope they get together by the end of it or at least if she ends up leaving earth like people theorize, in order to atone for her sins across the galaxy, at least get to confess his feelings for her ^w^

"Because the real lois wouldn't come for me" Ngl he deserved this exact response from her, bc wtf do you mean bro, i mean underrated your reasoning but just because you 2 had a fight doesn't mean she Stopped loving you, because you KNOW she wouldn't be here rn if she didn't; Also I find it very funny that her revealing What she did and how dangerous it was, is what brings Clark back, like it just shows how much he cares about her and how overprotective he is for her safety, Also I think i understand why she was able to do all this stuff in the 1st place

THROUGH THE POWER OF LOVE!! 💖💖😭😭😭

Tbh This is probably 1 of the best versions of Task force X I've seen so far, like this Roster goes Hard and so does this entire Shot like Damn, also whoever's Idea it was to Not include Parasite in this Scene Needs to be fired, like I understand why Livewire isn't here But PARASITE!? I mean the guy is seriously OP when given enough energy, as proven by his Kaiju form last season, and I could've sworn Amanda does has control over him now thanks to Lex, so WHY THE F$%k HE ISN'T HERE!? I bet he would've came in Real handy tho 😂

Ok 2 thing's again: 1 YEAH LET'S GO KARA! Eff you Brainiac you Piece of S#%t i hope you effing Die, and 2, Eyy i looks like I was on to something about Them being infused with Kryptonite; Also i see were Still stuck with these robot designs I guess, *sigh* look I've said it before and I'll say it again, These designs absolutely Suck, like No offense to the Animators But you're Really telling me we couldn't have gotten Anything better, I understand animation is Hard So you Need simple designs but c'mon, you couldn't at least go with the skeletal design he has in some iterations or even make Them look more like a Megazord than whatever the Hell this is? man I really hope this gets fixed in season 3 or something because I Just can't with this anymore; Also is it me or does this whole setup kinda feel sorta familiar, because I feel like I've seen this before, hmmmmm 🤔 eh whatever

God I love this Scene, from the scenery,to the lighting, to even their effing confession everything is Just AAAAAHHH So effing GOOD, Damn it Love this Series!! Especially the music in this scene like Omg it's such bop to listen to, and the fact that it's even the extended version of the God Damn intro is freakin Amazing ^^ Like this belongs in Top 5 motivational scene alongside You say run from the ending of the 1st MHA movie, like it's just That Good

OOOHH I'M LOVING THIS NEW SUIT Omg like this has everything I've ever wanted in a Superman suit, it has the perfect amount of gold to contrast the Red and blue, it reminds of Man of Steel and New 52 with Lack of shorts even tho I personally prefer the shorts, and it just Screams Superman, the only thing I would change about this would be those big ass Shoulder pads and i think maybe those finger straps, but aside from that, PERFECTION 😘

Small little animation error regarding Kara's eyebrows But not even that can Ruin this moment ^^

Finally It looks like people may be on to something about Amanda Waller possibly Framing Lex, setting him up to be the fall guy and making him look like he was The 1 responsible for everything, possibly losing his fame and setting him up as the Villain Next season, after all he is the 1 who built the Metalos So if anything went wrong, it is technically his fault, anyway however this plays out, I'm sure it will all end horribly for Lex in the end, overall amazing episode can't wait for the next one, hopefully it doesn't take too long to be released like this one, fingers crossed ^^

[ohtobeleah]

Don’t fuck us up with ToE when you come back.

I’m back bitches. Here’s another update for Terms of Endearment for you. This one isn’t too angsty, but there’s so much more too come. Let dive a little deeper into Fe & Jakes friendship, while also exploring Bradley’s love. ���

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“Your mum hates me doesn't she?” The metal room. That's where you could be found most lunch breaks. You weren't one for small talk or interactions with kids you knew didn't like you. Using your hands to create things though? That brought you a small sense of peace from the everyday dysfunctions of your home life.  

“Nah.” Jake replied with a mouthful of his sandwich, sitting on top of the bench across from where you stood working on your latest project. The sandwich he brought you from home sat unwrapped but untouched next to you. Too focused on what you were working on to eat. You'd always been good with your hands. “She's just worried I'm gonna knock you up or something.” It was a joke, but you knew that in the midst of it all, there was a slither of truth behind it. Jake's mum had started to grow a genuine distaste for you recently, although she'd been the closest thing to a mother you ever had. “Doesn't want any more Seresin mouths to feed.” 

“I'm not my mum.” You answered with a scoff. Still focusing on using the angle grinder in your hands. Pushing the safety glasses up the bridge of your nose a little more when they slipped down. “Thirteen with my brother on her hip.” Jake had only met your mother a handful of times, so little in fact he could count the interactions he had with her on one hand. 

“Thirteen huh?” Jake was quick to raise a brow as he heard the door click open behind him. 

“Yep, twelve when she got pregnant.” You were determined to make a life for yourself, you didnt want to be the drug fucked mum with six kids who couldnt stand her who got daily beatdowns just for existing. You didnt wanna be like Frank either, a drug addict alcoholic. But it was hard to escape the slums when it's all you'd ever known. You'd heard some of the guys Jake played football with call you the Ghetto whore just the other day. “Not me though.” Jake had questioned you when they both showed up to practise a day later with broken noses.

Just as Jake was about to ask another question about your mum, he turned his head over his shoulder to see Mr. O’mullane standing there, just waiting for the right moment to interrupt. 

“What the hell is that Y/l/n?” He asked with a ruff voice as the angle grinder slowed to a halt. Jake just sat back and watched the interaction unfold as he ate his lunch. 

“This?” You smirked, knowing you could say just about anything and it would go straight over the top of Mr. O’mullanes head. “This is a helium-neon laser, I'm gonna perform lasik on near-sighted neighbourhood kids. Fifty bucks a pop.” Jake couldn't help but to laugh as he watched you size up with Mr. O’mullane. You weren't lying though, it was a helium-neon laser. “I’m just fucking with you sir, well–about charging fifty bucks a pop I was, I’m actually gonna–” Mr. O’mullane didn't let you finish before he was shaking his head with a sigh and holding the bridge of his nose. He didn't know why he had a soft stop for you–but he did. Unlike your two older brothers, you seemed to have your head screwed on enough that you wanted to do well in life. Fix the hand you were dealt. You just didnt know where the fuck to start. 

“What are you doing this summer?” 

“Probably pretty much what I did last summer.” You answered, the project you had been working on for most of the semester was almost finished. You'd put your name down for some stupid back alley robot war. Winner took home two grand in prize money. You were going to use the money to go towards the property tax bill that was coming up. “Drink too much beer, smoke a lot of weed–” 

“Yeah, nah that ain't gonna work.” Mr. O’Mullane was the school's guidance councillor, it was his job to guide youth into adulthood and keep them on the straight and narrow. “You're gonna pad your resume for your college apps this summer.” He’d always had a particularly hard time doing his job when it came to your older brothers. “You're a poor kid from the slums and you got a 4.8.” Jake nearly choked on his sandwich as he raised his eyebrows and shot you a look of shock over Mr. O’s shoulder. You'd never actually told Jake what your GPA was, his eyes went wide when he heard Mr. O’mullane say it out loud. “That's great and all kid but you're gonna need a full ride.” 

You couldn’t help but to laugh, the whole GPA thing was such bullshit. Letting grades, numbers on tests for idiotic facts define what you could and couldn’t do was such a prehistoric ideology. 

“What's so goddamn funny?” Mr. O hissed as he watched you go back to messing around with a few loose wires that needed tidying up. 

“Nothing sir.” You mumbled, keeping your head low as you focused on the work in front of you. Jake had always enjoyed watching you work with your hands, a world away. “It's just–um, why does everyone think I'm going to college?” 

“Dummy–!” Mr O’Mullane was quick to swat the top of your head with the papers he was holding, shaking you to look up and focus on what he was saying. “Your going to fucking college kid—and you’re gonna graduate, and then you’re gonna get your masters and your doctorate and then you’re gonna make a boatload of money.” You didn’t answer, you simply stood there wondering why this guy cared so much about you and your future—no one had ever given a shit about you. Well, except Jake Seresin. “So spend the summer padding your resume, or so help me christ kid I will shove my foot so far up your goddamn ass you'll be licking my shoe clean, understood?” Mr O was a balled, ageing man. He had no time to dick around with adolescents he knew were lost causes. 

He was nearing the end of his rope with you when he was informed you’d recently been arrested and charged with assault of a police officer. He knew you’d brothers had been involved���somehow you always got involved. At least the charge was juvenile and could be expunged from your adult record if you kept your nose clean. 

“Uh–doing what exactly?” You asked. Jake was still looking at you like he didn’t even know you, how the fuck did you have such a high GPA when you never attended classes let alone studied? He studied he fucking ass off day in day out just to retain an ounce of information. 

“I dont give a shit?” Mr. O’Mullane sighed, turning on his heels as he made his way back to the door.  “Teach brain-damaged kids how to make plastic explosives or show the blind how to blow glass–” He wasn’t in the mood for your antics. “Just do something, Y/n—for crying out loud.” 

It was silent for a moment as he waited by the door with his hand clasped around the handle for you to respond. 

“You know, I already have my sights set on a few hundred hours of community service.” The corner of Mr. O’mullanes lips turned upright into his cheek for a second. He’d cracked you. So he thought. 

“Okay–that's a start, just get it done.” He smiled, leaving the metal room as you mumbled under your breath and went back to working on the robot in front of you. 

“Courtesy of Cook County juvenile court system.” Jake was still caught up on the whole GPA thing, jumping off the bench he’d been perched on for the better half of lunch to question you further. 

“You got a 4.8?” Jake was seething. “My GPA is like a 4.1, How smart are you?”

“Clearly smarter than you, Seresin.” 

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Spacious, Clean, Perfect. Three words you’d use to describe the empty house you and Bradley stood in. You haven't spoken much since Jaidyn had interrupted you in the car park, dropping the bombshell that he would be your new neighbour if you were to sign on the dotted line and accept the staff accommodation the Navy was willing to put you and your daughter in. 

Rooster had never seen you shift so quickly, going from the bright and bubbly person he knew you could be to completely introverted. Not speaking a single word to anyone that was anything but necessary. You barely spoke to Julia at the admin desk when you went to collect the keys and paperwork for the house you had been put down for, Rooster did most of the talking. It had been the same at daycare pickup with Dot, you hasn’t even gotten out of the car as you sat in the passenger side seat chewing on your cuticles–looking all kinds of distressed and panicked. 

“It sure is big.” Rooster cooed as he looked around, spinning the set of keys around on the index finger that was free. “Whatever you wanna do Fe, I'm with you on it.” Dot was in her favourite place these days, Bradley Bradshaw's hip. Oh so tired after a big day at daycare. She’d become increasingly clingy over the last few days, always wanting Tooster first. Before anyone—even you sometimes. “Whatcha reckon Dot? You reckon you and mum should post up here? Bet we could paint your room any colour you wanted?” Bradley is quick to smile against your little girl's cheek, kissing her soft rosie coloured cheeks until she was letting out a soft giggle. Curling into his neck to escape his kisses. 

“Dop it Tooster—“ Dot mumbled against his shoulder as she turned her head, looking for you as you stood still in the middle of the foyer. Paperwork in your hand, all yours to sign if you wanted it. 

“Y/n?” Bradley turned his attention back to you, noticing the way your eyes threatened to water. He swore for a split second he saw your bottom lip quiver. “You okay there baby?” 

You didn't answer, you simply kept your lips pressed tight in a line as you tried to keep a level head about things. It was such a beautiful home, just perfect for you and Dot. The kitchen was open plan with a big island bench. The living room was comforting and warm from the new carpet that had just been redone. The master bedroom was spacious and even had a walk-in wardrobe with a pretty little onsite that had a shower just to die for. Dual shower heads all. 

“I uh–” You choked out as you felt your knees give in, deciding that the floor looked comfortable enough to take the burden of your breakdown. Cupping your hands over your face to hide your tears, just crouching down in the middle of the empty home that should have been, could have been all yours. “Fuck this.” The paperwork crumbled in your hand stood no chance against the tears that fell. “I was so close Rooster, so fucking close I could taste a better life and then that fucker shows up again and–” Its hard to speak when all you want to do, all you can do is cry. “Fuck him.” 

There's a part of Bradley who wants to take a jab at you about swearing so absentmindedly around your two year old. But he doesn’t, he knows now isnt the right time to fuck around. 

“It doesn't have to not be yours.” Bradley came to sit beside you, moving Dot into his lap before she decided now would be a good time to go on an adventure, padding across the hardwood flooring, talking to herself as she explored. “Still can be, we’ll just put up some extra cameras to make sure he won't try anything.” 

“Yeah, because CCTV is gonna stop him from bludgeoning me in my sleep, Rooster.” You snapped, clearly on alert and frustrated that this was happening. “If I move in here, I'm as good as dead, only a matter of time.” A thought popped into Bradleys mind that he hadn’t registered in the realm of possibility. He opened his mouth to speak but quietly closed it—he didn’t want to add to the existential crisis you were in the middle of. Decided in the moment he’d ask Jake his opinion before asking you in a blur of emotional turmoil and distress. 

“Okay, alright.” Bradley cooed as you pulled you into his side, letting you cry your heart out in the middle of the empty house. “Why don't we just go back to Jakes and talk and figure out our next move yeah?” 

“Oh, oh god Jake is gonna lose his mind.” You laughed, sobs quickly turning from deep and guttural cry’s to laughter that was uncontrollable and damn near maniacal. “He was more excited about this than I was.” 

“He’ll understand sweetheart.” The ease that the term of endearment fell from Roosters lips made you swoon for a brief moment. Leaning into Bradley as you tried to calm down. Dot coming back to you as you opened your arms for her to drop into, snuggling into your chest as you leaned into Bradley. Your little family—lovingly and gentle, sitting in what could have been, what should have been your new home. 

“Hopefully, because it looks like he’s gonna have a house mate on a more permanent basis.” 

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Jake knew if he didn’t do something to help push you in the right direction, that you could end up falling into the same cycle of drugs and alcohol as your parents and your older brothers. He knew deep down you wanted to make a better life for yourself, wanted to escape what you’d only ever known. Your family struggled below the poverty line on a good day. You deserved so much fucking better than what this world had given you. And he loved you far too much to see you waste whatever potential you had. 

Knocking his knuckles against the guidance counsellor's door, Jake was greeted with a mumble. 

“Come in.” Mr. O’Mullane wiped his mouth with the few napkins he had sitting on his desk as Jake walked in. “Oh. I’m pleasantly surprised to see you at the counsellors office, Jacob—please.” Mr. O gestured at the empty chair across from his desk as Jake slung his bag into the ground at his feet. “Sit down.” 

“I uh, I came to talk to you about Y/n—“ He wanted to cut right to the point, there was no need for small talk, Jake knew Mr. O saw him sitting there with you in the metal room. He knew you two were close. Best friends. “She needs help.”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss another student.” Mr. O sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “But I’d be more than happy to help you with your future options, kid.” Jake wasn’t going to sit and talk about anything other than you, you were the reason he was here. He wanted to help you. Whatever way he could. His mother kept telling him you were dragging him under, but what she didn’t see was that you were just clinging onto Jake to stop you from drowning. Your lifeline, your best fucking friend since kindergarten. 

“She thinks her only options in life are getting pregnant or arrested sir.” Mr. O had seen a lot of kids come and go from his office, all searching for guidance to some extent or another, but he’d never had a kid sit across from him and want to help another student like Jake Seresin wanted to help you. 

“Okay, well.” Mr. O just sighed, levelling with the teen who sat before him. “She’s got a good chance, she’s smart—just needs a solid kick up the ass to point that out to her.” 

“And what are you doing about it?” Jake shrugged, leaning forward to push his index finger into the wood of Mr. O’s desk. 

“Encouraging her to go to college—but she doesn’t seem to be too involved now does she.” 

“You’re the guidance counsellor! Guide her!” Jake raised his voice, he was sick of people only giving you half an inch of effort. “You know she’s smart, so you should be guiding her.” 

“There’s only so much I can do kid, you know that.” Mr. O’Mullane just sighed, reaching out for another bite of his lunch. 

“Alright.” Jake was growing tired of the run around he was getting. “Well, what should she be doing then?” 

“Eh.” Through a mouth full of tuna sandwich, Mr. I explained what you needed to be focusing on to Jake, he should have been telling you. “She should be keeping her grades up, getting teacher recommendations, finding herself a legitimate job, filling out her college applications.” Jake knew he could help with all that, he could even help you get a job down at the corner store with him on the weekends and after school. “Think you can help with any of that?” 

“Maybe.” He mumbled, looking down at his shoes because all he ever wanted to do was help. 

“Well all right then, if you stop by again at the end of the day I’ll pull some college brochures you can take with you.” Mr. O just smiled, he saw a little hope for you shining back at him through the eyes of Jake Seresin, a soul that would never leave you behind. “Maybe you’ll have a better chance at getting through to her than I did.” 

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“Oh I totally forgot!” You groaned out as Rooster pulled into the drive of Jake's home, blocking in the black Nissan Micra parked in the drive. “I look like a crackhead Rooster—“ 

“What’s Bob doing here?” Bradley questions as you unclip and hope out the car, racing around to grab Dot from her new car seat. 

“We organised to go for a run this afternoon after we were done checking out the house.” You explained as you let out a little huff when you popped Dot down on the ground, watching as she made her way over to the front door. “I look like a mess—“ 

“You’re still as beautiful as ever.” Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulders, reaching in to grab Dots purple backpack. “I’m kinda offended you didn’t ask me to go for a run mama?” 

“Oh I don’t think you could run in a straight line with that black eye Bradshaw.” It was the first time this afternoon that Bradley saw you smile, he revelled in it as you walked towards the front door together. He couldn’t help but to press a loving kiss to your temple, his flight suit tied around his waist. “Bradley?” You stopped in your tracks just outside the front door. 

“Yeah darlin?” 

“I really do love you—so much.” It made Rooster's heart burst out of his chest, sending it clear out of this world. “Thank you for just being you, I guess.” Cupping your cheeks, Rooster leaned in with a smirk painted kiss that had you melting into him. Despite everything going on you knew, for once, you were truly loved. 

“I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you.” Bradley knew his mother was watching over him, he knew his father was guiding him in the right direction. They’d brought you and Odette to him. The loved of his life. 

“Hey!” Jake called out from the kitchen. “You two need to fucking see the shorts this man turned up here in.” Jake had been ripping into Bob for the better half of half an hour. “Never seen a pair of thighs as white as Floyd’s.” 

Wooden floors, walls and window sills. Jake's house had always been warm and inviting to you. He had tables and chairs worn by all of the dust, before you showed up it had just been him. Now there was always someone over, something happening. 

This was the place where you didn’t feel alone, this was the place where you felt at home. You didn’t need a new house, with new carpet and clean windows. You just needed your family. 

“They’re running shots!” Bob gruffed back as he turned to face you and Bradley. “Next time can we meet at—“ There was a silence that fell when Bob and Jake noticed the look on your face. Something was wrong, your eyes were all puffy like you’d been balling. “What’s wrong?” 

“Fe? Everything alright?” Jake paused what he was doing, slicing up mini cucumbers for Dot's afternoon snack. “Rooster?” 

“Bob, do you mind if we do this another day?” You cooed, barely audible as you faught of yet another bout of tears. “I think I’m just gonna get Dot in the bath and head to bed.” Jake knew something was seriously wrong by the look in your eyes. He turned his attention to Rooster for a second, eyeing off the man who still had his arm flung over your shoulder to make sure it wasn't him or something he had done. 

“Uh, yeah—no sure, no problem.” Bob replied before you were scooping up Dot, without another word you were turning to kiss Rooster, his lips soft and apologetic against yours before you were heading upstairs. “She okay, Rooster? It looks like she's been crying?”

“Was the house not livable or something?” Jake asked as he took a bite of one of the mini cucumbers he'd been cutting up. Bradley just rubbed his hand through his hair, pushing it back and away from his forehead. Sauntering over to the kitchen, making a Beeline for the fridge, grabbing a beer for him and a beer for Jake, not even bothering to ask Bob if he wanted one. It was always no. 

“Or something–” He ticked his chin to the side as he popped the cap off the top of the beer, taking a sip. “Turns out Jaidyn is her neighbour.” Jake thought he’d entered some fucked up episode of the twilight zone, there was no way. 

“Surely not–” 

“Sure as shit he is.” Rooster scoffed as he took another sip, leaning back against the kitchen island. “She cant move in there, she’s too scared he’ll fuck with her, with Odette.” 

“She's not gonna get another house Bradshaw, not one works gonna up her up in.” Jake groaned, of fucking course this would happen. “God she's been waiting for a house since she started work and he gets put in one before her?” Jake was pissed, he was pissed for you and he was pissed at Jaidyn for being a thorn in your side. “She can stay here but her and Odette are gonna outgrow that room soon.” 

“Why don't you ask her to move in with you, Rooster?” Bob pipped in, pushing his lips together to keep the frog in his mouth. It wasn't his place to have an opinion on this. Jake shook his head when he let out a scoff at the ridiculousness of Bob's suggestion, But Rooster? He stayed silent, the answer was written clear as day across his moustache having smug face. He was going to. That was his plan, he just wanted to talk to Jake about it first. 

“You aren't serious bro–” Jake was just about ready to wipe his hands clean of this whole thing. “You know if you do that then that's it, if you do this and things go south for you and Fe i'll choose her side over yours any day of the week.” 

“I wouldn’t expect you to do anything less.” Bradley smirked as he took the beer to his lips. “But remember, you were the one who wanted her out of your house in the first place? Isn’t that why you set us up to begin with?” 

“I was messing around!” Jake groaned out in defeat as Bob just watched Jake and Bradley interact. If you had told him he’d be standing in Jake Seresins kitchen watching him and Rooster bicker like brothers in arms he would have told you that you were crazy. “My god, I’ve aged like five years since you two fucking got together—I swear!” 

“Hangman, you aren’t her dad.” Bob once again put his foot into a conversation he thought he was intruding on. 

“No, I’m not Bob—“ Jake hissed as he turned to Bob. “But I’m the closest thing she’s got because her dads a genuine grade A alcoholic addict who spews in the cutlery drawers after nights out.” Jake would never forget the one time he stayed the night at your place after a big Saturday night party, his mother scolded him for it but Jake was more than happy to never want to stay at your house again. “So my apologies if I’m apprehensive about her shaking up with Bradshaw here after dating for five minutes!” 

“You know I’m gonna ask her to marry me one day too.” Bradley snickered to himself, knowing the ambition would send Jake over the edge. “How does that make you feel, big guy?” 

Jakes felt his heart skip a beat inside his chest when he registered what Bradley Bradshaw had just said. Jake knew if anyone roaming this earth was good enough for you it was the moustache having pain in the ass Naval Aviator who’d been family deprived for far too long. But Jake wasn’t about to give Bradley an ego boost he knew he didn’t need. So he scoffed and rolled his eyes instead. 

“Like I need a fucking pepto bismol.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Okay, play with your dollie sweetheart, mum needs to wash your hair.” Two birds with one stone. That's what had gone through your mind when you decided you would jump in the bath with Odette. Bubbles galore and saving on water usage. 

“Otay mumma.” Dot was more than happy to sit in the bath amongst the ample amount of bubbles and play with her bath toys while you took a cup of water to her hair and held her forehead to stop the water running into her eyes. She was a good kid, a far better kid than you ever were. 

A gentle knock echoed through the bathroom as you worked to wash your daughter's hair. 

“Yeah?” You answered to the knocks that sounded like two knuckles brushing against the panelling. 

“It's me–just checking to see if you’re alright?” Rooster let his forehead rest against the door as he contemplated if he should open it or not, an iced coffee in hand knowing you would usually be making one right about this time before settling down to get your next day schedule done. “Mind if I come in?” There was a pause between when Bradley asked and when you decided to answer that he thought just maybe he should leave you to be for a while. But then you answered and it made the corner of his lips into a smirk. 

“Enter at your on risk Bradshaw–” He did so cautiously, peering his head in before stepping through the threshold, making sure to shut and lock the door behind him.

“Woah, where's Odette in all these bubbles huh?” It made you smile how Bradley always interacted with your daughter first and foremost whenever he entered a room, she was an extension of you and deserved all the love she got. “I thought you said you were giving Dot a bath?” Rooster cooed as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head before he sat down on the tiles beside the bath. 

“I'm here Tooster, I’m here!” Dot wiggled around, making you drop the cup you had in your hand as she wiggled herself around in between your legs to climb into your lap, splashing bubbles up every which way as she did so. “I'm here!” 

“Oh there you are.” Rooster rolled his eyes playfully as he scooped up a handful of suddy bubbles and placed it on top of her head. “I couldn't see you amongst all these bubbles, sorry Dotty.” You couldn't help but to laugh at the interaction, Rooster was just a natural with her. As soon as Dot was satisfied that she hadnt been looked over, she was quick to fall back between your legs, back to you, and suddenly all she cared about in the world was making sure her dolls loved each other. “Hey there Mama–” Rooster cooed, finally turning all his attention on you. 

“Bradley, to what do I owe this bathroom drop in?” Rooster was trying to not let his eyes wander down too far, your tits on full display above your water, covered in bubbles. He was only human after all and fuck did he find incredibly attractive. “Eyes up here.” You smirked wildly, knowing the effect you had on Rooster. 

“I brought you coffee.” Rooster stared at your nipples for a few more seconds before he shook the nasty thoughts from his mind, holding up the glass full of vanilla iced coffee for you to take a sip from. “And I wanted to ask you something.” Rooster could feel his heart racing inside his chest as he leaned over the side of the bath, going over the logistics of water displacement in his head because jumping in the tube right now seemed like a good idea. There was room, he was sure of it. 

“Yeah? And what would that be?” You asked softly as you went back to washing Dots hair, working a small amount of toddler sensitive shampoo into her dark locks. Fuck it, Rooster was lifting his shirt up over his head before he knew what he was really doing. Untying the flight suit that was still wrapped around his waist. “What are you doing?” 

“Shove up, I'm hopping in.” He smiled, standing to strip off the Normex suit from his legs, boxer briefs and all shimming down his thighs, suddenly you were at eye level with Bradley junior and you weren't made about it at all. “Shove–” 

“I was actually enjoying this before you came in here.” You were only teasing, But as you did Rooster was climbing in behind you, watching as the water rose and damn near spilled over the edge. It didn't though, it only just lapped at the lip of the bathtub. “Jesus Rooster, it's up to her bloody neck now!”  

“She’ll be right.” It was the way Bradley pulled you closer to him by the small of your waist that had your cheeks heating up. The soft kisses he left against your shoulder when your back hit his chest. “Now listen, you can say no, this is just me throwing out the option okay?” 

“I don't know if I like it when you think Bradshaw, but sure, what's rattling around in that brain of yours.” You had to laugh when Bradleys grip around your waist tightened a little, hugging you from behind as you worked to rinse Dots shampoo laced hair. 

“There's a house a few streets over that has three bedroom, two bathrooms.” Bradley started, kissing up the expanse of your shoulder, before moving slowly up your neck. “It's got a courtyard out the back that needs a little tender loving care but it wouldn't be too hard to fix up.” 

“It's a private rental though isn't it?” You mumbled, you didn't think you had the energy to talk about your housing crisis right now. 

“Nope, its government owned and currently occupied by government property.” Bradley smiled against your supply skin. “It's mine, and I want you and Odette to move in with me instead of next door to that dickhead ex of yours.” You froze, Bradley felt you stiffen in his arms. He didn't dare move an inch until you did, watching as you reached out for the conditioner after a few moments. 

“Why would you want us to move in with you?” It wasnt that you didn't trust Bradley Bradshaw, it's just you felt yourself falling for him harder than you'd ever fallen for someone before, which with your current track record, made it hard to trust, to open up. “Single mum with a two year old on her hip? Just take it from Jake, we don't exactly make good company when you wanna bring some girl home from the bar.” 

“Listen here mama–” Bradley waited until you had finished running the conditioner through Dot's dark curls before he was using his index finger to tilt your head to the side, kissing your cheek as he did so with love and admiration. “You are the only woman I'll ever take home again.” 

“Rooster–” You tried to debate it, but Bradley was placing his lips on your just to shut you up.

“If I had a ring.” That was a lie, Bradley had his mothers engagement ring tucked away in his bedside table. He’d had it since she passed. From the first time he saw you he knew you were gonna be his future wife. Jake had smacked him upside the head when he asked who the pretty one was playing darts. Told him to say at least fifty metres away from you at all times, now look at him? He's tucked away in the bath with you between his legs. In Jake's house, asking you to move in with him. “I'd ask you to marry me right now, but the timing just doesn't seem right, so level with me real quick, you and Dot moving in with me doesn't seem like the worst possible scenario out of the options you've got if we lay them out on the table does it.” Bradley started to kiss up and down your neck again when you turned back to wash the conditioner out of Dot’s hair. “You don't have to say yes baby, and you don't have to give me a response now, but the offer is there and it's genuine and I'd really love to wake up with you every morning.” 

“Ill uh–I'll think about it, okay?” 

“That's good enough for me mama.” Rooster cooed, settling into the warmth of the bath a little more as he pulled you down against his chest, Dot playing at his feet. “That's good enough for me.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“It's a busy time of year, end of semester.” Mr O’mullane smirked wildly as you and Jake followed him down the hall into his office. “I have to let a litany of underachievers know they'd best be advised to cut their losses and learn a trade.” He gruffed, stepping into his office as he held the door open for the pair of you. “Something that utilises their backs instead of their brains.” But it wasn't long before he was reaching into the top drawer of his desk, looking at the piece of paper he held in his hand. “It's moments like this though, that makes the job worth it.” He scoffed. Walking around from his desk to meet you and Jake as you both stood still, side by side. 

“Crap pay, miserable working conditions, but the chance to change–” He paused, handing you the graduation certificate as he smiled. “One special kid's life. Congratulations.” 

“Uh–” You smiled for a brief second, looking down at your name plastered across the paper that meant fuck all to you because you never thought youd actually get it. “Guess this is where I'm supposed to, uh, thank you for never giving up on me, heh.” 

“I wouldn't thank me kid, i'd be thanking your friend here, he's the one who never gave up on you.'' Jake knew you had no intention of going to graduation, you didn't really have any reason to if there wouldn't be a single person there to cheer you on. So he came with you to the guidance counsellor's office just to see the moment you got your certificate. “But just so you know, teachers are taking bets on what comes next for you–College, 10-to-1. Or Prison 4-to-1.” 

“I was kinda thinking about an engineering course–” You replied softly, smiling across at Jake who was already smiling back at you. You'd done the work, but he'd been the one to help you do it.

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[gardens-of-may]

ENTRY ONE - beginning to chap. 49

spoilers ahead

aves and jamie are lit so cute together 

what the fuck is their wager??

so confusing 

ok daddy 

i’m ashamed

ummm anyway…

what’s stick up his ass doing here??

POOKIE 😍😍

she’s traumatized 😣 

i feel so bad

i just want to hug her and cry with her

i’m gonna cry 

anyway what’s he talking about 😬

school 💀 

BITCH WHAT

people thought he got burnt alive?

no he just crisped up a lil

ohhh on hawthorne island…

hm

i already know the synopsis for tgg so hmph

SHE STARTED THE FIRE 🫢🫢😱😱🤯

what if… she was just a girl? 🎀

i kinda doubt it but anyway 

ANOTHER POOKIE 😍😍

what the fuck is this bitch planning? 🤨

eugh 

is that denial i sense?

oh her

THIS POOR GIRL

WHAT THE FUCK

why is he here?????

oh shit

what are they doing now??

I THOUGHT YOU WERENT SUPPOSED TO SAY ANYTHING 

i cannot handle mystery i swear-

another game fun

avery and jameson totally didn’t like almost die 

no

twelve…?

SO HE KNEW

HAHAHAHA

what the fuck

JUST GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER 😭😭

he was a bad boy he did some bad things 

pookie don’t stare at him

omg he’s a poet

ugh bro ruined everything 😒

NO BABY NEEDS HER BEAUTY SLEEP

i want libby’s pajamas 😤

what is “mrs. laughlin” yapping about??

no thea

i’m confused again

pookie 👹

THEY CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN THEM YES 

WHO IS S AND Z????

oh i’m stupid

i’m too stupid for these books

ok smarties

WHAT DID YOU FUCKING READ MISS???

ohh takes the you’re adopted jokes too far

IS TOBY AVERY’S DAD????

no

might have js spoiled it for myself BUT I DONT CARE 

i’m going to CRY

she’s serious now

i’m terrified 

wow he told what she already knew 

hmm

i think she likes him

oh my gosh hehehe 🤭 

OH MY GOD

oh poop not stick up his ass

i can’t handle this

beatdown?

they’re such boys

stop they’re actually fighting?

i hate them so much

nvm they’re sweet

what the fuck

i wouldn’t have survived that 

nash is one of the best brothers 

i feel so bad for avery

THIS BITCH IS ABOUT TO BE FUCKING DEAD

alisa gets it 🤭

what is this game????

POOKIE IRL??

what

STOPPP

libby…

he probably like staged his death

LIBBY

avery! 

JENWND

have we found another father??

NEESHWJSDHDHS

DHHDJEK

THEY KISSED SJSNENW

i’m lowk kinda jealous BUT IT DOENT MATTER SKDNSN

jennifer when i catch you-

JS LET THEM HAPPY

stick up ass is jealous 

i love xander 

tensions are high and it’s too casual so i’m ending this here

end of chap. 48

[n-a-gindustries]

i. i um. made a beavis and butt-head playlist.

(reasoning for each song is under the cut bc i have. a lot of thoughts.)

1. "Lullaby to Nightmares" by They Might Be Giants

(BOTH) This song is meant to encapsulate the veerryyy beginning stages of their friendship,,,like when they were gross toddlers/little kids fucking around in the summer heat of their stagnant town. only the faintest implications of them being n e thing more than friends.

2. "Adam" by Alex G

(BUTT-HEAD) Butt-head is a little pissy elementary schooler who doesn't know how to handle his weird new emotions for his friend so he just beats the shit out of him. get it together, man.

3. "Hold Me Down" by The Happy Fits

(BEAVIS) Beavis is a very unstable elementary schooler who values Butt-head's company and role in stabilizing him. he doesn't really understand much of anything at this point he just knows he likes his friend a lot.

4. "I Get A Kick Out Of You" by Frank Sinatra

(BUTT-HEAD) Man Butt-head doesn't really get why but Beav is like his only source of genuine entertainment and human connection. he's a massive loser but he's HIS massive loser and he values the time they spend together. but no he's definitely not gay its not like that.

5. "The Red Means I Love You" by Madds Buckley

(BEAVIS) Beavis loves violence and his favorite violence comes from his interactions with Butt-head. It's not inherently romantic but there's absolutely something weird going on that no one really wants to unpack right now.

6. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen

(BOTH) Quoi??? They're getting over themselves and actually appreciating the genuine friendship they have without hiding behind a thousand insults and beatdowns???? It's a miracle! Let's hope no drastic event occurs to completely throw a wrench into their life and relationsh-

7. "How Am I Supposed to Live Without You" by Michael Bolton

(BOTH) Of course I had to add this song are you kidding? Some kind of wrench has been thrown into their lives (the extent of which is dependent on the timeline) and don't know how to cope with such drastic change and the possibility of losing each other permanently.

8. "The Wheels Fell Off" by The Hoosiers

(BEAVIS) Beavis is pissed off as hell bc he can kind of get over himself emotionally but Butt-head has padlocked himself within the closet and has reverted to being a little bitch. At this point he feels like they're probably broken irreparably and has kind of given up. he's leaving.

9. "Something About Us" by Saint Motel

(BUTT-HEAD) BUT WAIT!! Butt-head realizes he will probably die without Beavis and goes to stop him from leaving and confesses and Beavis confesses back and all that. its all very sweet and gay and im happy they're finally done being incredibly stupid.

10. "I Got You Babe" by Sonny & Cher

(BOTH) YAAAAY THEYRE CORNY N IN LOVE. its cute i imagine theyre just chilling in the honeymoon phase completely unphased by the actual shock and horror the rest of highland is feeling about this new development. they're made for each other.

11. "Boyfriend" by The Hot Freaks

(BOTH) further on into da relationship n they r still going strong!!! theyve been boyfriends 4 a while n they r sickeningly sweet in their own putrid, lovely way. they really just want to be togther for the rest of their lives.

12. "No One Knows" by Stephen Sanchez and Laufey

(BOTH) both a little bit older and waaayyyy out of the honeymoon phase. they have had their fair share of problems and arguments (see: AN INSANE AMOUNT), but at the end of the day they love each other and should not split up bc imma be real no one else wants them.

13. "Love Song" by AC/DC

(BUTT-HEAD) OF COURSE I HAD TO ADD A SONG EACH FROM THEIR T SHIRT BANDS. Butt-head you corny bastard.....he is a middle aged dude in gay love and he knows Beavis is in gay love and he wants to be that way with him forEVA.

14. "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica

(BEAVIS) Beavis's turn!!!! his aging ass is sooo happy to be with the one person as repugnant and gross and mean and interesting and funny and perfect as him and he doesn't give a single shit what other people may think of them. they're happy.

15. "Museum of Idiots" by They Might be Giants

(BOTH) They r old farts and they r still going strong. good for them!!! they've been in highland all of their lives and they have no plans of leaving ever or splitting up ever. they are going to live and die in this town and they are perfectly content with this because they have each other. this is their perfect life.

[mdhwrites]

is there a way to write hate sink characters well? Cause the only hatesinks I can think of that work for me are shou tucker and Medusa, most others feel like they're there to make the heroes or love interest in a love triangle look better or to be preachy. Idk I like a lot characters that I know im supposed to hate on virtue of I can feel a writer trying too hard to make them unlikable to the point it feels ridiculous, like a caricature or in the worst case scenario the character wasn't originally a hatesink and went through a character assassination. So how do you do a hatesink right?

So I actually looked up the trope page for this one to make sure when I said this it felt right: I think you have it backwards, at least for the best hate sinks. For me, a hate sink is never something a writer should explicitly go out of their way to write. It's like forcing someone to be comic relief: If you have a character who is only one note, they will end up one note. That doesn't mean the term is invalid though or I can't talk about what makes a hate sink become a hate sink but I wanted to get that out of the way first.

The core to making a character your audience will despise even more than your main villain is to make a genuinely good and compelling character for a detestable role in your narrative. Medusa isn't just a faceless big bad. She is an abusive mother who only uses the facade of love to make sure Crona stays trapped with her. Shou Tucker is by all means a very normal dude except for what lengths he will go to to keep his comfort and status. Funny enough: Neither is as one note or pure evil as The Joker or Darkseid but both are hated more because, well, as the trope page says, their evil is less abstract. This makes them well written villains who grip people's imaginations more than most.

This also causes most Hate Sinks to be smaller in scope. Why is Shinji's dad the worst father in anime when there are people like the evil emperor in Mar who is, you know, the main villain and the MC's father? It's because of his small time villainy. The cruelty towards his own son. We as an audience can relate to that better because it's an affront to the morality we have to deal with day to day. This is what I mean by them being less abstract. As a note because of the fandoms I've been a part of: Bullies fall into this really easily as well. Even if they actually aren't even that cruel as far as bullies go, so many people have dealt with that ONE. ASSHOLE. and so seeing them portrayed can immediately make a fandom turn hard on them, even if they're very clearly not written as someone that is meant to be universally despised.

This also brings up a final note: How close are their actions to the main cast? Maka and Crona's plotline constantly intersects, with Medusa's abuse stopping resolution there as Crona becomes increasingly sympathetic. That pain to Maka in turn sharpens our blade against Medusa. Shou Tucker is in the grand scheme of things not in a lot of Fullmetal Alchemist but it is one of the most personal atrocities that Ed and Al face, along with it killing off a beloved character. Worse yet for Shou is that unlike Envy, who also kills a beloved character, he is never nuked a couple dozen times to give the audience the cathartic beatdown we want for something as awful as what they did. Not giving that payoff is another way to cause a character to fester in people's minds as someone to despise because it can feel like they got away with it, even if they technically didn't.

A lot of this still just comes from what I said at the beginning though: These are genuinely well written characters who are given a reprehensible role. The hate sink page lists Umbridge from Harry Potter but how many people actually have a lasting impact from her? Because she isn't a character. She's just a bitch. Woopdie doo, that's SO NEW. rolls eyes She is genuinely written just to be despised and for that she can make a fun villain but she isn't the sort that sticks with people so that every time she gets mentioned, everyone sneers and goes "THAT BITCH!" Not like they do at quite literally any mention of Shou Tucker.

And Shou is only that effective because the question around him was how to tell the concept of a pathetic man desperate for fame in this setting in a compelling way, not for how to make one of the most detestable human beings in all of anime. See you next tale.

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[i-lived-bitch-beatdown]

[wollemi-whump]

A List of My Favorite Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, & Helmut Zemo Fics + a few Matt Murdock fics

and from his bones the hills by bartonbones & LadyCharity ( @bartonbones @mykingdomforapen ). this rec goes out to my medical whump enjoyers, youll definitely get some here. really well written fic about bucky and sam getting kidnapped! :)

and the old linger by LadyCharity is GOOD FIC VERY GOOD FIC. i love the format of the three different characters confronting Bucky. the descriptions and dialogue flow so nicely into each other, it's really a wonder it wasn't written with old wizard magic (at least that i know of).

chance meeting by MedicBaymax. what an awesome crossover! macgyver and the winter soldier! this fic is short, sweet, and highly captivating. captures macgyver's wonderful resourceful antics and the winter soldier's seriousness and meshes the two characters very well together.

witness marks by bartonbones. a beautiful mixture of domestic and angsty moments and some lovely Wilson family! the emotional moments in this are wonderful.

irreplaceable by LadyCharity. this one is actually a Zemo fic! beautiful character writing in this and a really touching story. the writing flows gorgeously.

True Believers by scioscribe ( @scioscribe ) is another (mostly) zemo-centric fic that i love. i really love zemo in this fic, i think its a very good take on his character after the events of tfatws, and the plot of the fic is creative and serves the characters well. good fic!

I've got red in my ledger... by undertalefa. oh I love this fic. wonderful mix of emotional and physical whump! i love me a good beatdown :)

talking is overrated by undertalefa ( @undertalefa ). great writing in this short fic about Bucky and some trauma about the Winter Soldier he's maybe not dealing with so well.

Machines by novelti. wonderful! pure whump, this one. very angsty and dark. i love torture :)

Homecoming by Face_of_Poe. OH I LOVE THE SPUTNIK PART. I wish it would be used a million more times very awesome. Many good lines in the actual fic but I just have to share one from the author notes because "I just really like to rip out my own heart and stomp on it with the possibilities" is an incredibly funny and appropriate phrase for us writers.

Try To Do Something New by Red_Tigress ( @redtigress ). good fic with some hurt Bucky and hurt Sam! I loved the concept of the conflicting injuries too. very nice to read!

the prison disappears by LadyCharity. this fic has a certain feeling of comfort and domesticity to it that really makes it such a pleasure to read. the mood setting and descriptions work together in great tandem and the story is just so sweet. very lovely fic.

Rusted by Face_of_Poe is a fabulous collection of missing scenes/alt-pov scenes from tfatws. the character writing in this is phenomenal and the writing flows so easily. I love the Zemo POV he really is such a bitch (affectionate) thank you for your writing service.

straddled cooperation by VIKAN. ( @mustangst ) fantastic character dialogue in this, especially for zemo, and some very funny moments (ESPECIALLY for zemo lmao) the character interactions are so so enjoyable and well written. overall just a fabulous fic with some tremendous writing.

True Quiet by betterthanworse ( @betterthanworse ) A fantastic fic in which Bucky survives the war and encounters Zola. I loved how this fic explored the trauma that Bucky experienced specifically with Zola and his initial experiementation. I don't often see a lot of that in either fic or canon so it was very satisfying. and I also loved the emotional whump of course very good :)

Wrong About You, Wrong About Me by betterthanworse. In my reviewing of this fic, I accidentally read literally the entire thing again, so you know this fic is good lmao. 30k words and it literally flew by I was so immersed in the story. and boy does it have WHUMP. one of my all time favorite fics <33

open the door to heaven or hell by chaosy. one of my favorite crossovers, Matt Murdock and Bucky Barnes. exactly the scene you wanted to happen in canon but never did. well no matter! this does the job very well!!

Bandaids Don't Fix Bullet Holes (But Punisher Does) by our lovely @whumpdoyoumean !! (221Browncoat on Ao3) An awesome Daredevil fic with plenty of whump and plenty of Frank!! :D whumpy, touching, and very funny. fantastic read! :)

Witness by ysande. A wonderful bit of Matt whump and angst. Paints very well the relationship Matt has with Stick and provides a rational perspective (thank you, Foggy) on how messed up it is.

[machinimatournament]

Welcome to the machinima character tournament!

Let's find out who the ultimate machinima character is (with some caveats):

NO CHARACTERS FROM RVB OR HLVRAI. I love both of these shows to death but letting any of these characters in would basically guarantee their win.

I would love to have a wide variety of machinimas represented on here but I will probably end up having multiple characters from certain series

The ones I pick will be based on variety, not popularity, so feel free to submit your obscure fave.

You are 100% welcome to submit characters from a machinima you yourself have worked on :D

Okay and well here is the part where I tag other tournament brackets for exposure I apologise if this is annoying

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No no... if i had this golden retriever baker boy over me... ID BE ALL OVER HIM BACK... ID TIE PEETA TO MY BACK AND NEVER LET GO... I WOULD PULL THAT BERRY SHIT BUT FR... Katniss breaking down in mockingjay over him .... that is so understandable she is so real for that. Personally i would be inconsolable... id see that old ass bitch snow and its on SIGHT no holds barred BEATDOWN. you touch MY MAN and think youll get away it??? Wrong bitch. WRONG WRONG WRONG!!! id die for peeta mellark.

Anyways. With that out of the way. God... its so sad seeing Peeta get hurt like that. He's such a sweet guy even after the games he never deserved ANY of that... Like seeing him in mockingjay suffer with trying to tell real from fake.... help him... Seeing him so hurt over hurting katniss and being a "mutt"... He never wanted to become a bloodthirsty monster manipulated by the Capitol and it was against his will... ooogh.... OOGH OOGH OOGH

I think hunger games pulls off the love triangle really well compared to other YA dystopian novels because of the concepts peeta and gale represent (their respective forms of rebellion). Peeta being compassion and Gale being revenge. I think gale is valid in his hatred, but as soon as civillians got hurt because of it, it falls apart very fast. Katniss wanted a quiet life where she could afford to be kind and Peeta gives just that... they deserved the world.

Its so interesting how their relationship at first is built on lies and that was peetas way of protecting her. As an abuse victim that is his first technique to get out of a rough situation. And then over time he shows just how sincere he is. Until finally he is so plauged by what is real and fake it hurts him. Thats... thats good ... 11 yo me was reading all this scrummy shit and i didnt even know i was having a michelin star meal of a book...

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I really liked ackerhell Oc Francesco but damn stolas spotlight is sympathetic like fuck that bitch. Atleast the love interest for Octavia have personality unlike his father in law. Anyway this is what i've done him finding out his father in law is a MASSIVE HYPOCRITE

Francesco : Stolas i did liked you i thought you We're just overprotective but i now realize you are just hypocrite. I'm not the one who leave Octavia all by herself and i'm not the one who cheated on her mother

Stolas : How dare you?

Francesco : No, HOW DARE YOU CHEATED ON HER AND LEFT HER ALL ALONE? whenever she need you left her for blitzo, he didn't even liked you. He just there do the work but you so Delusional thinking he loved you

Stolas : He did love me!

Francesco : Right keep telling yourself that. Stella you know despite what you told me about her, i liked her more than i liked you. She was there for Octavia and guess what? she was miserable too. You're not only one who was miserable in the arranged marriage. She should'n take that out on you however why did you need to cheat on her?

Stolas : I never cheated on her she al-

Francesco : That's it i'm not listening to that the problem is You. Not Stella not Octavia not blitzo not the alcohol or the drug is you fuck man

I love him and yes I could so see him give a verbal beatdown on being a shitty father who always blames others for his problems and has no self-awareness and is a narcissistic pos.