#I made this as a shit post but now it’s just something to make ME feel better lmao

[mariasont]

EEEEK your post prison fic for spencer is fREAking me out!!! could you maybe do one where spencer is now teasing the reader a bit? maybe he's giving her extra praise and she freaks (what would i do if he called me a good girl? 😩) (this is very indulgent to my praise kink i'm so so sorry 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️) tytyty!! i adore love and cherish you and your work 💕

I Aim To Please - S.R

a/n: shewwwwww to be complimented by post prison spencer fucking reid. im drooling!!!! but anyway babes i adore & love YOU!!!! so thank u so so sooo much for requesting 💖💖

masterlist

pairings: spencer reid x shy!media-liaison!reader

warnings: spencer being hot, reader being shy girl, spencer being a little shit who loves to tease

wc: 1.5k

There were a few basic rules you had established from working at BAU. First, avoid Rossi at all costs until he’s had at least two cups of coffee. Second, never attempt to outwit Emily; she’ll see right through you and crush your argument every single time. And third—perhaps the most crucial—do everything in your power to maintain your freaking composure around Dr. Reid.

That last one, however, was proving to be a monumental challenge. It wasn’t just the way he spoke, his brain firing off at a speed only he could keep up with. It wasn’t even the way he seemed oblivious to how endearing those very quirks were. No, it was the fact that the simple act of him breathing in your direction had you scrambling to hold yourself together. And honestly you were failing miserably.

Which is why you spent most of your time holed up in your office. It wasn’t much—just a desk, a slightly uncomfortable chair, and a perpetually growing stack of case files that seemed determined to bury you. But it offered privacy, and that was enough. Here you could breathe, decompress, and occasionally allow yourself to daydream about a certain genius profiler without the risk of public humiliation.

The bullpen was proving to be too chaotic, too close to him. Your office gave you distance, a buffer. But, as you had come to learn, hiding only worked when he didn’t decide to seek you out. And Spencer Reid had a knack for finding you when you least expected it.

"Hey."

You jumped slightly, nearly fumbling the stack of press notes you’d been carefully organizing.

Turning toward the door, you found Spencer leaning casually against the frame, a file tucked under one arm and a distracted sort of smile on his face. His tie was slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, and—just like that—your brain completely short-circuited.

"Hi," you said, trying not to sound too startled. "Do you, um, need something?"

"Yeah." He further into the room, lifting the file in explanation. "I was looking at the local coverage of our case, and I noticed a couple discrepancies in the timeline published."

"Oh,” you said softly, quickly shuffling the press notes into a messy pile and pushing them to the side. "Well, um, sometimes reporters try to fill gaps when they don't the facts. It's... frustrating, but it happens."

You glanced up at him briefly, but that look of his made your cheeks warm. Your fingers twisted together in your lap as you tried to focus on anything other than how ridiculously self-conscious you suddenly felt.

"That makes sense. I figured you'd know."

Instead of lingering in the doorway or leaving like you assumed he would, Spencer, casually grabbed the chair across from your desk. He spun it around in one fluid motion and sat it backwards, draping his arms on the backrest with an ease that felt strangely familiar—like you had been friends or colleagues for years instead of just a few months.

"I'll reach out to them about fixing the timeline," you said, your hand instinctively moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You clasped your hands together to still them, offering a small, nervous smile. "It shouldn't be too hard to correct."

"Thanks," he said. "That'll probably save from giving another long-winded lecture on factual reporting."

You gave a quiet laugh, grateful for the distraction from your tasks, though you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about the company. Not that you didn’t enjoy his company—there was plenty to enjoy, more than you cared to admit. If you could manage to function like a normal human being around him, you might even look forward to moments like this.

But then he tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying you as if he were unraveling some kind of puzzle and for one terrifying second, you were convinced he could hear every single thought racing through your mind.

"So," he began, "how are you liking it here so far? The job, I mean. Is it what you expected?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "Oh, um... yeah. It's been great so far. Busy, but... I like it."

"That's good," he said, nodding. "I know it’s not exactly the most predictable job. Some people don't expect it to be so... chaotic."

"Well," you said, fidgeting slightly with your pen. "I knew what I was signing up for. Or, at least I thought I did. It's a lot, but it's rewarding."

"That's a good attitude to have," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Honestly, you're doing a great job. I don't know how you manage to keep everything straight."

Your heart leaped, thudding in your chest as warmth flooded your face. You weren’t used to hearing compliments, especially from someone like him. You wanted to savor the moment, to bottle up the way his words made you feel, but your nerves refused to let you fully enjoy it.

"I'm just, um, organized I guess,” you stammered, your hand flying up to rub at the back of your neck.

"More than just organized," he replied easily, completely unaware of how his words were affecting you. "You've got half the team wrapped around your finger already. Even Rossi listen when you talk. That's impressive."

Your face burned. "I think that's more about respect for the job than me."

Spencer shrugged lightly, as he was watching you, like he didn't quite believe you. "Maybe. Or maybe you're just better at this than you give yourself credit for."

You let out a nervous chuckle, fingers twitching as you fiddled with the corner of the paper in front of you.

"I don't... I don't know about that."

He tilted his head, again, his brow quirking. "Do you know how to take a compliment?"

"Of course I do." You were sure your voice lacked the conviction needed.

He smirked, leaning forward over the chair. "Doesn't seem like it."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat, tangled in the frantic web that was your thoughts around this infuriating man.

"Well, uh, you’ve only done it twice, so I don’t think that’s enough for you to judge."

His grin widened. "Oh? So you’re saying I should try again? For research purposes?"

Your eyes widened, and you blinked rapidly as if to process his words, your hands shooting up as if to physically block the implication. "I—uh—no, that's not what I meant.”

"No, no," he said, sitting up straighter and waiving off your flustered attempt to deflect. "I aim to please. If more compliments are what you’re after, I’ve got plenty.”

"Please, no."

"You're incredibly efficient. Seriously, I think you've managed to anticipate what the team needs before we even know we need it. And your ability to keep your cool under pressure? That's impressive. I mean, do you even get stressed? Because if you do, you hide it really well."

"Dr. Reid—," you squeaked, covering your face with your hands as if that could somehow shield you from the onslaught of praise.

"And," he continued, clearly now enjoying himself. "You're probably the most patient person, I've ever met. Which is something, considering you work with people who constantly interrupt and derail your perfectly planned press briefings."

Your stomach flipped, and you felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment pooling in your chest. As much as you wanted to sink to the floor, the way he looked at you sent every nerve in your body spiraling. Each word felt like it was tailored to you, peeling back the very thin veneer of control you’d desperately tried to maintain over the massive crush you found yourself drowning in.

Your head dropped to the desk with a soft thunk, muffling your groan. "Okay, okay, I get it."

He leaned forward just slightly, resting his chin on his arms atop the chair. "Now what do you say?"

"Thank you."

He smirked widened. "See? That wasn't so hard was it?"

Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you averted your eyes, trying to hide the nervous smile tugging at your lips. "You didn't have to go on and on..."

"Oh, but I did." He was still grinning. "You deserved it."

You risked a glance back at him, losing your cool by the second. That only made your face heat up more. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you haven't kicked me out of your office."

"That's only because I didn’t think it would work."

"Well," he said, turning towards the door. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't mind the compliments."

You opened your mouth to protest but no words came out. Instead, you watched helplessly as he shot you one last smile before disappearing into the hallway.

When the door finally clicked shut behind him, you let out a shaky breath and drop your head back onto the desk.

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[disabirbity]

I've been on abilify and it singlehandedly was the medication that made me lose faith in trying more meds. I'd tried many before with many side effects and not much use, but that one? Fuck no. If that thing can fuck me up that bad, I'm not risking it anymore.

Things it did:

Caused what I call "sleep paralysis dreams". Not full sleep paralysis as in "I've opened my eyes and am hallucinating, and I cannot move". A recurring dream in which we could be anywhere, unable to move, and crushed with this all encompassing fear that we couldn't even fix while lucid (which we often were). The dream was basically a repeating line. I can't move what the fuck > This is that dream again > I know it's a dream why is it so scared > I need to wake up so bad > Finally wake up in actual physical pain. We had it almost every night, and the psychologist insisted that it wasn't the medication because it's not a listed side effect. But we stop the med and now we just... Don't dream at all--which is better! We actually don't dread sleeping anymore!

Caused heart palpitations! Multiple times a day, bad enough we got put on medication for them. They're gone since stopping abilify. We told the psych the meds were giving us symptoms and he said that it's definitely not the abilify. Uh huh.

Made me stop being depressed (yay!) but also unable to feel happy (not yay!). Literally couldn't feel anything on that med and we didn't even notice it, is the scary part.

Made me sleep for upwards of 14 hours a day. Chronic exhaustion, feeling so fucking tired and falling asleep everywhere. Horrible paired with those dreams that made us want to stay awake for a week.

Made me so hungry. That paired with undiagnosed hypothyroidism? Horrible combination--unless of course the abilify caused that too.

Didn't even make me stop hallucinating! Or stop the paranoia! It didn't do what it was even meant to in the first place!

So yeah... We hate the shit. Sorry to dump on your post but the solidarity in the notes was great and we wanted to share our piece. No shame if it helps you, it just definitely destroyed our life for a while. We still have heart palpitations on occasion, and we can't take naps because that makes it much more likely we get another of those dreams due to us drifting in and out of sleep a lot when we try to nap.

Is there... Something special about abilify that makes it suck to so many people? There's no other medication we've seen so consistently hated. We've been on other antipsychotics and they've been nowhere near as bad, and we don't see hate for others as much as this one either. What exactly makes it so horrible so often? Genuinely wondering why, if there's even a reason besides "psych system sucks and wants you sedated so you're not 'crazy' lol".

anti drug awareness campaign but it's "just say no to abilify" and directed at psychiatric patients

[lightningant]

There's a lot of fluff about how Harry shows no sign of trauma from his upbringing but maybe it's because I was neglected and often spoken of as extremely well-adjusted, but to me Harry seems to be a pretty natural response to a combination of neglect and a stable upbringing? He's not like. Traumatized. But a lot of people just develop maladaptive habits from these circumstances. Like:

Dissociative tendencies. I know this one is not intentional, but he shows constant lack of focus which interferes with his schooling and will often just space out and stare at things. This is used as a device to point the reader towards plot relevant items and turn them from irrelevant details, but it is something he does.

Harry does not actually distrust adults outright at first! He goes to teachers for help! But he tends to disrespect them, and struggles to think of adults as figures of authority the moment they slip up. Hagrid's bumbling chaos, Quirrell's nerves, Snape beefing with an 11-year-old, McGonagall not taking his Very Real Concerns seriously, Vernon's bluster, these are moments Harry discards their authority - that child thought McGonagall was going to burn him at the stake at first, but was barely shaken by her later. And it makes sense! You are a powerless child, you are looked down on, but the "consequences" you face are things you got used to and feel are normal, so you take strength from being unafraid of punishment.

A lot of fluff is made about abuse victims and independence because yeah, obviously, but I do think a lot of his savior/martyr complex is egged on by his servile role; he lived his entire life apart from the Dursleys, but they relied on him. To be crude, when someone shits the bed he puts it in the washer. And I do think he takes satisfaction in being the best man for the job, and I do think that can breed a whole host of mental problems that will lead you to a fated suicide duel with a Dark Lord

The books are mean-spirited in general, but he learned a lot of the fundamentals on engaging with the world from the Dursleys. He's pretty consistently petty and vindictive! And I genuinely believe Harry is, personally, as a character, fatphobic (in addition to the doylist text being fatphobic), because it was something Dudley gets criticized for and thus something that proves Dudley isn't infallible, and he would have definitely fixated on it and felt comfortable doing so, because that's just how the Dursleys talk about people.

For that matter, he is in general stifled by the inner lives of others - he's somehow the most socially stunted person in a trio with Hermoine in it. He is at all times deeply uncomfortable by the thought that other people have feelings and motivations, and reifies people with strong, clear roles in his life, and a lot of his development is realizing there are people behind those roles. I stand by the fact that Harry naming a child after Snape is a symptom of unaddressed mental illness.

This boy is so unbelievably susceptible to mania. I'll acknowledge a lot of his behaviour is teenage bull-headedness but the way the extremes of "I need to be doing something Now" and catastrophizing only gets worse...You know when he's 30 he's going to get prescribed mood stabilizers

And these are all things that can spiral into really toxic and self-destructive behaviour, which we know because that's what happens in the books. I think part of pushing his trauma in fanfiction is accepting that sometimes when someone is traumatized they develop an awful personality instead of PTSD.

(You may now reread this entire post and think about Tom Riddle.)

[velvetvexations]

it’s driving me up the wall that the statement “trans women, notably those in the public eye, are frequently the target of transphobic harassment campaigns, so perhaps take a moment to check the source before you spread any callouts or accusations to make sure you’re not falling for TERF or kiwifarms misinformation” is now being misused by some to mean “if you ever see a trans woman with a big platform say something loaded/bigoted/openly hateful of her own free volition to her whole audience with her full chest, you’re not ever allowed to confront her about this or you’re personally responsible for every hate comment or harassment she receives ever” like it’s SO insidious to tell marginalised people they should shut up and take it. full offence, that musician is a grown woman who willingly puts her opinions on a public blog with her name attached, nobody was holding a gun to her head demanding she made those dumbass comments, and acting like she’s too frail to take accountability for what she does or shouldn’t be expected to learn that actions have consequences is laughable. yes people are now taking it too far but this happens every time, bc some people are just as immature AND bc bad faith parties love taking advantage of situations like this to instigate even more shit. again, insisting marginalised groups should let some big name individual be bigoted to them to protect her from harassment or else be blamed for it is so unbelievably entitled. the same thing goes for that “people just use accusations of racism against trans women to be transmisogynistic” post, these people need a reality check and realise they’re not the only victims in existence.

none of the following anger is directed at you, anons

I wanna be clear that I have no idea what's going on with Patricia Taxxon. She blocked me awhile ago and aside from seeing her post about transandrophobia and knowing someone made a parody comic about her that I didn't like primarily for the phrase "born female,"* I don't really know about the situation around her as it stands because I don't keep track of random radfems.

As this first anon said, a popular musician using their platform to be horrible to another marginalized group should get sprayed with water like a cat and the fact that she's a bigot be on the record. Weaponizing old nudes or dragging up old accusations of things, however, is bad and should not be done. It's just not a thing you should be doing to someone, no matter how much you think they deserve it.

There are a lot of White women saying things like "trans women get accused of racism to deflect accusations of transmisogyny." It's annoying that people acting in bad faith are giving fuel to the fire that any criticism of trans women is inherently transmisogyny. She's never going to connect the dots between "people are upset with the things I said" and "I said extremely harmful and hurtful things" if her victim complex is being validated. It's also going to encourage them to continue harassing and spreading shit about me, and possibly escalate to digging up past stuff to call me out on, because I guarantee you eventually one of them is going to say something like "so karmic of this to happen to Velvet after she reblogged all those posts accusing Emily Programmersocks of sacrificing children to Satan" as though that's a thing that's ever happened.

Stop harassing her, if that is indeed what's happening, because, again, I do not keep track of the latest events in TRF World.

*yes, in spite of me personally calling myself male, I still think that's a bad thing! wow!

[allpiesforourown]

Hey, so sorry to be using your inbox like a fuckin confessional, but getting that dream thing off my chest literally cleared my skin and I've just got this itch that needs to be addressed so I'm taking it out on you again. Reflecting on this thought the second after I had it made me think, "Oh, I get what Shen Yuan was on about now," and so here I am, typing this shit out ig. fucking embarrassing, anyway.

So, like. I watch those gacha react videos on youtube. Like a concerning amount of those gacha react videos, man. I fuckin love them so much, even if I wouldn't admit to it under pain of death to anyone I know or love. I have a seperate youtube channel I made under a fake email that I made specifically to watch them. It's bad. I remember back when it was just me and the FF.net filter system before they added the 'Without' section at the bottom and trying to find crossover content in the LoZ tag between games. 10th circle of hell; my 13th reason. Gacha react videos in concept are heavensent for my inner child, and on the rare occasion I find one of those 'fandom react' series that are active or complete and well done, it grants me joy on par with nigh nothing else.

This being said, I understand that the main demographic for this content tends to be a handful of years younger than me. I've seen community posts on some channels mentioning their time in college, but these are few and far between in my experience. I appreciate these teen's artistry in putting these all together, because god knows I'm not, but like,,, --and I know I sound like an ass right now but bare with me-- it feels like with the conclusion of Arcane came a flood of reaction videos with no real substance. I've watched upward of what feels like thirty seperate videos --at least,-- on the show and its the same ten to twenty edits I've seen on repeat and I'm watching them by pressing the skip key and catching half the dialouge only to come out the other side tired and a little miffed. Then I feel bad, because they created something and all I did was mindlessly consume and feel entitled to complain. Ugh.

Now, Because I've been cycling through these almost cookie cutter videos for ages --I used Arcane vids as an example before because its recent and relevant, but I do have this take for a whole slew of the fandoms I watch react videos on, and I picked this addiction up in 2021 so it's been a minute-- I've begun predicting the dialouge before it's come up and projecting what I hope the author will say. If I see a video with, for example, Giyuu from kny seeing Sabito in a video, I hope to see shock, yes, but also to see him comment or think about how he hasn't seen his face in so long, you know? Just... things that aren't just "OMG!!" or making the characters eyes widen. I've found now that I seek out these videos for the slim chance that they'll provide me with the satisfaction I get from these moments of true understanding with the presented characters.

Yes, I know that there really isn't any "true" way to understand a character, and that while we are all entitled to our own interpretations of media, the insistence that mine alone is more "right" or "correct" is bullshit, but I'm not saying that my preference has to be law, only that I get a rush of happiness whenever something I like happens to pop up in a video that I was already checking out of because it failed to really,,,,wow me. This is my bias speaking, of course, but its also the reality of my situation borne from overconsumption of this genre.

But anyway, onto the main point of how this relates to svsss. I was watching a video just a minute ago --an Arcane video, big shocker I know-- where there was a line from the creator's Vander character about how he wasn't ready to see Vi so grown up, because to him she's still his little girl. I thought, "Yes!!! This!! He's a father! He's showing realistic reactions to seeing your child suddenly grown up, and while he's proud of the woman she became, he still loves her as she is in the moment!!" ....I then watched the rest of the reaction, and was left cold and disappointed in the end. I'd clicked for Viktor, got three videos of him in a twenty minute reaction when the rest was the same four edits of jinx on repeat. Love you Jinx, but holy fuck. I thought then, "God, what a waste of potential." The creator of the video had insightful dialouge, clearly a decent grasp on character interaction, and the drive to create the video in the first place, but settled for pumping out another copy of the same video they've released three times previous on the same channel.

Then I thought, "Oh, like PIDW."

I need to get a life, Tumblr user allpiesforourown. If your blog wasn't so damn entertaining, I might even go out and touch grass one day. Take responsibility, damn.

(ty for reading my rant, if you did. have a good day regardless.)

I think you watching gacha react videos for characterization might be the one and only thing more baffling than Shen Yuan reading porn for plot. Hope you find gacha videos of Vander teaching his daughter how to ride a bike

[foone]

They changed something with the security model which makes it basically impossible to get consistent keypress injection.

No matter which method you use, if you set the security settings how forums tell you to, if you run it with admin (or not admin), if you do the manifest stuff to give it extra powers, there will always be at least one scenario where your keypress-injection software will just NOT WORK AT ALL. There's nonsense like occasions where you can inject from program A to program B, but not program C, because program C is 32bit and program B is 64bit, and program A can only inject if it's also 32bit. There's things where you can inject if the target application is using the win32 keyboard API but not if it uses directx, or you can't inject into B unless A is running as admin, but running A as admin will break injecting into program C!

They only ways to get reliable keyboard automation on windows are:

Write a kernel driver. This is not easy and will actually cost you money to do, because of the driver security nonsense in 64bit windows

Use hardware keyboards. this is what I do: I have a bent pipe* keyboard which is actually controlled by the computer: some software says "push X" and the keyboard response by pushing that key. The OS doesn't know that it's just doing what the software says, it can't tell it apart from a physical keyboard with actual buttons

Don't run Windows 10/11.

Run a different OS in a virtualization environment and inject into that instead. I've done this a few times: I ran a SNES emulator inside a Linux emulator (on top of Win10) because running the emulator directly made it impossible to programmatically press keys.

BTW, this isn't aimed at you, but I have a massive headache right now and so if anyone wants to reply "oh did you try..." or "what about...", don't. I did try that, I know about that, there's additional complexities here I'm simply not listing because I don't want to go that far into the weeds. Keyboards and UI automation are my career: I do know what I'm talking about.

(this is why I would never in a thousand years post about this on Mastodon. I would be getting replyguys trying to "help" me by suggesting shit I already tried back in 2018 until the sun burnt out)

* This is a communication satellite term, for early satellites that didn't do any active processing/filtering on signals they received, they just amplified them and returned them back to earth, like you're talking into a U-shaped pipe. This bent-pipe keyboard isn't smart, all it does is listen for a signal to press/release a key and then does as asked. The computer is doing all the processing as to when and what keys to press

Wait if I can find the code for my poetry keyboard I could use it to build a forcefem keyboard that switches the pronouns you type to only be she/her

[lizzie-boo]

Ice Skating Shennangians

Eddie Munson x Reader

Ficmas Day 8

Summary: You finally convince your boyfriend Eddie to go ice skating with you and it goes about as chaotic as expected.

Words: 605

A/N: Divider by @saradika-graphics. Here's day 8 as promised, even though it is way past when this should've been posted. Hope you enjoy.

The ice skating rink outside the Starcout mall was deserted as you laced up your skates. Only a handful of others were brave enough to withstand the freezing cold temperatures to skate. Next to you your boyfriend Eddie was muttering under his breath. You knew he didn’t want to be out in the cold but was doing it for you. Just the thought of him caring enough to come skating with you made your heart swell. 

Grabbing his hand you lead him to the side of the rink. The second he steps onto the ice he grabs onto the wall and his grip on your hand tightens. His legs wobble under him like a baby deer trying to take its first steps. You cover your mouth with your free hand to hold back the laughter, knowing that if he catches you laughing your skate date will be over before you know it. 

“You better be ready to catch me if I fall,” Eddie grumbles before once more cautiously sliding his feet. 

You squeeze his hand before responding, “Of course, I would never let you fall” 

The two of you make a slow lap around the rink and once back at where you started Eddie’s shoulders relax. Finally starting to feel more confident on the skates, his hand loosens its grip on yours. Letting go of his hand you skate ahead of him and he manages to follow. 

“You’re doing great baby,” you shout over your shoulder before picking up a bit more speed. 

When you finally come to a stop he slides up next to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist he leans in for a quick kiss. A smile spreads on both of your faces as you bask in the warmth of each other. 

“Holy shit, I actually did it!” His grip tightens on your waist as his voice grows louder. 

“I knew you could do it.” 

He tugs at your waist in an attempt to pull you in again but this time your skates slip underneath you. You grasp at the material on his shoulders hoping to find something to help you catch your balance. Eventually gravity takes its toll and your feet fully slip out from under you, landing yourself on the cold ice. 

Standing above you Eddie bites his lip trying to hold back a laugh. The second you clock the smirk on his face you reach out and yank his arm pulling him down to join you on the freezing ground. He groans as his ass meets the ground and finally you let out a laugh. He shoots you a glare but it quickly dissolves into a smile before he is laughing with you on the ice. 

As your laughter dies out Eddie turns to you, “I’m really glad we did this.” Taking your hand he places a gentle kiss to the back of it before helping you up. 

“So you want to do this again next weekend?” you ask as you lead him out of the rink. 

“Absolutely not, but I can think of a few things we can do tonight.” He shoots you a wink as you roll your eyes at him. 

“I guess since you took me skating like I wanted, it’s only fair we do something you want.” You grab his hand as you walk back to his van. 

“Babe, you know you want all the same things that I do.” 

You pause and he stills next to you. Turning you meet his gaze and lean in for a quick kiss before whispering, “Of course I do, now let’s go heat this cold night up.” 

[yunazxxx]

more toxic megan and lara whennnnn 🙏

pairing ≫ lara raj x megan skiendiel

content warnings ≫ toxic relationship , lara's really manipulative , bsf!reader and manon , jealous!lara , more miscommunications , manhandling , hate sex , lara's really rough with her , established relaionship (girlfriends) , toxic ass relationship , they’re both kinda toxic though, make up sex , g!p megan ,, etc

word count ≫ a little over 2k

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"you shouldn't invite her" the brunette spoke from her closet while she was getting dressed, the ginger looked over at her other friend for words of advice while a drafted message sat between her and her girlfreind, lara.

"(y/n), what should i do?" megan asked, with a pout on her face "it's not a good idea, but you do what you feel is right, we don't control you" and she just nodded. she sent the text and went and got dressed, manon came from the closet and began doing her makeup while you finished your hair.

this basically was a recurring process between those two, megan would get invited to somewhere or there would be a party or celebration happening, or maybe just an outing and she would contemplate inviting lara because of how the older would act.

see, lara would normally be so lovey-dovey with her girlfriend, as she should be of course, but it was almost at random that lara would have her moments. megan would always apologize, and beg at lara's feet for forgiveness but this time that didn't happen.

after megan sent this text, it was almost in a instant she got a reply from lara saying she'd be there. megan didn't check her phone until she was in the car, getting ready to drive off. she only replied with an "okay", before driving off to their destination.

a small while later, they arrived, as they drove up, they saw an all too familiar car also drive into the parking lot. windows tinted, with pink undertones, the red metalic glistened outside from the street lights. once the door opened, emerged a slender red haired woman with her black shades on, with what looked to be a full leather outfit.

megan looked out and her mouth was open, lara looked so etheral, it made megan crave the older but she was still "mad" at her. manon pulled the ginger's attention to something else, getting out of the car and going inside, that is.

once the group got inside, manon kept megan's attention on everything else but while they were talking, she could smell the intoxicating perfume the indian woman wore when she passed her. megan felt herself gettng pulled by somthing, no matter what she tried, she couldn't not think about lara.

she was unsure if it was the alcohol that was dragging towards the dancing woman, but here she was, all over lara and dancing with her. it felt like she was on acid the lara's touch made her feel, it was much more than the alcohol.

lara walked away for a bit, going somewhere but megan didn't know. when lara returned she saw some girl all over megan, dancing and kissing on the ginger. they were in a "break" or post-argument barely talking stage, the pair was so on and off no one really knew when they actually were together.

but lara couldn't understand why seeing this made her feel so, angry? she pulled megan off the girl, "back the fuck up" lara said after the girl looked at her funny, she pulled her drunk girlfriend to a private room.

megan wasn't sloppy drunk, or even incoherently drunk, yeah she was a lightweight but she barely drunk anything. "what the fuck was that back there?" lara asked, yelling at the girl while the muffled music blasted through the walls.

megan sat on the bed and sighed, "are you seriously doing this right now?" and lara looked appaled, "the fuck do you mean 'right now'? i just saw some bitch all over my girlfriend and you, the girlfriend, didn't do shit about it"

megan mocked lara as she talked, her hands mimicking a mouth moving as the older yelled, that was before lara grabbed mega's cheeks, squeezing them together. "stop. fucking. playing with me megan!" the redhead yelled at her, each word that came out her grip got tighter.

she let go and megan said six words she never thought she'd hear out of the girl's mouth, "i hate you so fucking much." megan said lowly, now spraled out on the bed from when lara threw her back, "oh you hate me?" lara said, looking at the ginger, "fucking look at me and say it."

by this point of the conversation, manon and megan's other friends began looking for the ginger, after they spoke to the girl who said megan went somewhere with lara. they looked around, almost helplessly due to the dark lighting in the area.

that was until they passed a room, where they could hear their friend yelling, "i hate you lara! don't you understand that?" but they didn't hear a reply back. the group stood at the door, expecting to hear anything but it was just silence.

when megan had yelled this, she was face to face with lara, all the older girl did was pull her into a kiss, one different from the last one they shared. it was one filled with lust, need, and anger. a lot of anger filled that kiss from both ends.

overtime they're kiss grew heated, lara's hands moving on megan's body, pulling the younger's jacket off, and throwing it somewhere while her hands moved down to megan's waist, pulling her body closer. the ginger moaned into the kiss, allowing lara's tongue to slip in.

they broke apart the kiss for air, hurriedly undressing themselves. megan dropped to her knees in front of lara, and lined her tongue to lara's clit, and began sucking on it. lara grabbed a fistful of megan's hair, moving the younger girl exactly where she needed her.

"shit baby..." lara moaned, her head falling back from the pleasure megan brought her. megan moaned against lara's clit, tasting her arousal on her tongue pulling back with a sline of the slime from lara.

the way the older girl tasted made megan feel like she was in another universe, she pushed her head further, making her tongue reach lara's cunt. she point her tongue and pushed it inside of lara. se made the older girl twitch, her moans growing louder.

"w-wait, fuck" lara said before she came, but megan contniued eating her out, quickly getting pussy drunk. "m-megan, baby, hold on" she said and megan pulled off, a pout on her face, "mmh?" she said, her brown puppy-like eyes looking up at lara.

the older girl picked her up and tossed her on the couch that was behind her, "we're gonna do this my way now" the redhead sighed against megan's neck, she bit and kissed at megan's neck, sucking hard enough to make a hickey, plenty of those.

megan whined, griding against lara's thigh while she marked her, lara could feel her trying to gain some friction so she laid her body againt megan's, to where megan could feel her directly against her clothed cock.

"p-please.." megan begged, did she know for what? yes, but no at the same time. there was something about pissing lara off, the arguing then the sex after that would drive megan insane, that made her brain almost complete mush.

lara straddled the girl’s waist, her dripping heat landing directly on megan’s erection. her face was flushed red, she was embarrassed to say the least.

megan squirmed under lara while the older took her time, teasing megan, scratching her using her nails. “oh you poor thing” she said, before smiling.

she removed megan’s belt while sliding her hands inside her jeans, on top of the ginger’s boxer briefs. megan’s hips bucked, a wet spot formed where her tip was, her precum leaking out. lara pulled her into another kiss, laughing against the ginger's lips each time she shuddered.

while the kiss grew deeper, lara pulled megans cock from her boxers and pants, gently stroking the girl. lara broke the kiss, biting her lip and looking into the needy big brown eyes of her sub, kissing her neck while she began stroking her with a decent pace.

megan moaned, her hands holding lara's wrists, moving her hands, trying to make the older go faster. lara retracted her hand after a while, megan whining until lara started kissing down her body and removing her clothes in the same motion.

megan became like a puppet, a doll of some sort. she laid there, allowing lara to do what she wanted, lara moved down her body, meeting up with her boxer briefs which were uncomfortably tight around her cock.

"m-mmh please, touch me" megan begged, her hips failing to stay still. lara looked up at her, “shh baby, don’t wanna draw attention here” she said as the music from outside continued to bam against the walls of the room.

after megan was completely nude, lara took her time playing with her cute cock, loving how neatly taken care of megan was. she took her time, sucking the younger girl off, hollowing her cheeks as she took her deeper.

megan groaned, not knowing what to do with her hands, lara pulled her out and chuckled, “put them on my head baby” and she took her back down her throat, megan followed lara’s instructions and began slowly fucking lara’s throat.

“fuck fuck..” megan moaned out, lara’s warm wet mouth made her feel like she was in another world, the way her tongue slid along every inch.

megan began twitching inside of lara’s mouth, but lara pulled out. “ah ah, not yet” and megan complained but a slap came across her face, making her hold her cheek, leaving her face red.

“don’t try that with me baby, you know better” lara said before straddling the younger’s waist again, this time lining her cunt up with megan’s tip.

megan used all of her might not to cum, seeing the bulge in lara’s stomach made her feel so much closer though. “don’t fucking cum yet” lara said, pressing her hands on megan’s throat but due to the pressure, megan came.

spilling hot ropes of her cum deep inside of the woman above her, “fucking hell” lara said, gritting her teeth. getting off of megan, “w-wait please” megan said, whining. lara looked at her, she looked so disappointed?

megan pleaded with lara to go again once again, she wanted to make her older member cum so badly. lara sighed, giving in, which she hated so badly that she could easily give into megan’s begging.

the younger girl was on top of lara this time, in a missionary position, she held lara’s waist while she slowly thrusted, “don’t you fucking tease me” lara sighed out, she got tighter from how big megan was and the obvious need she had from hearing how megan was begging for her.

megan picked up a nice rhythm, one that made lara dig into megan’s back with her nails, “shit.. baby” lara moaned under her. megan sped up, their skin began slapping together, lara wrapped her legs around the ginger’s waist.

megan fully laid on lara, pushing herself deeper inside of her. lara screamed out megan’s name as she came, making megan have a smug look on her face, lara’s eyes were hooded while megan continued.

“‘m c-cumming” the ginger woman whimpered as her thrusts became sloppier by the second, lara clenched around her, and bit her shoulder, bringing megan over the edge.

she emptied her cum inside of lara, the older girl twitching as she was filled. megan pulled out after a small while, but they had to hurry and get dressed.

lara took the ginger girl out of the bedroom, where they came across manon and megan’s other friends. “what the fuck!” manon exclaimed, “where were you??” she asked, pulling megan from lara.

“i was with herrr” megan said, her cheeks so flushed and the fresh after sex hair spoke more than what manon needed to know.

manon sighed looking at the red haired woman, which she only shrugged. manon let megan go with lara, which she didn’t exactly have that choice since it was damn near impossible to keep the two away from each other.

[jevilowo]

It's me the timeline guy. Here are my many lore related grievances with the comic:

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT tho most people have probably read it by now lol

FIRST OF ALL, the Administrator's plan. What happened to "plan so disturbing that several US senators pardoned her for the Poopy Joe incident?" What even was her plan actually was it just to keep the fighting going forever? Then what was the point of Australiummaxxing after Redmond and Blutarch died?

What's up with Zepheniah’s hooked up corpse. Isn't his ghost still around? He certainly is by the seventh scream fortress comic, which takes place during MvM. His will says he won't rest until he's done being mad at the world idk how that relates to anything.

OH HORSEMANN MY HORSEMANN. Why is Zepheniah claiming to be an only child? And it's not a retcon bc later on Soldier pulls up the family photo WITH SILAS IN IT. Where did he even get that. Anyways. The only explanation is either 1) some in-universe attempt by Zepheniah to write Silas out of history (implied by the two copies of the quarterly concern, one seen in a hidden page in the classless update and the other in the background of the Engineer update), or 2) ...i was going to say Silas was actually his cousin or something but that wouldn't make sense if the siblings of Zepheniah’s dad all died young. Urgh. I hoped the Horsemann would return and put to rest the implications dragged up by scream fortress two but alas twas not to be.

What's with the 3 different covers of a young Administrator? My theory is they're supposed to represent three possible backstories the writers were cooking and wouldn't commit to. Who knows.

CHARLES DARLING. The triplets' birth certificate claimed that their mother was a Darling (save me Bette Mann etc etc), and that had me convinced Charles was going to be at least RELEVANT. Why else would he, a joke antagonist introduced in the War! Comic, show up at all? Looking for Australium, no less? I tell you that flashback of him and Maxton had me CONVINCED something would happen. Especially with the two of them lowkey treating him like shit.

So so so much Admin stuff left unexplained. Seeing her child self in the Australium. The census dated back to 1850 with "HELEN" on it. Telling Engie "your family has already done so much for me". By that she could have just meanth Radigan making an immortality machine for Redmond as well as Blutarch I guess, but ??? I liked the Emily reference tho that was something one of the artists reffered to her as for the Engie Update Comic by mistake and later took back so neat callback lmao.

SPEAKING OF RADIGAN. Nothing on who the third Australium machine went to. Presumably Admin I guess? Not explained, never will be probably.

Who was the person in the torn Mann Family portrait? My main theory was always either an earlier version/design of Grey or a Darling, but in the picture Soldier shows (SERIOUSLY WHERE DID HE GET THAT) we can't even see the outline of a person around his thumb. It almost looks like they just made a version of the picture without anyone in the middle and called it a day.

TFI having other mercenary groups came out of fucking nowhere, even in comic six. The T and F presumably stand for "Team Fortress", fuck you mean "Team Citadel", "Team Vanguard", giant fucking statue of random epic looking mercs??? What is happening. They did NOT explain that shit at all. Multiple, seemingly incredibly competent teams are NOT "eighteen perfect idiots". Did Poopy Joe die for nothing.

One of the top posts I've ever made is the one where I point out the date Spy and Scout got arrested on that newspaper: September 7th, 1972. This means the rest of the comics should take place 5½ months later i.e. February/March 1973. Ergo, 1979 could not be "seven years later". The comics seem to think themselves that they're set in 1972 already, there's a few lines about it but for the life of me I can't remember. Something something however many years since Zepheniah died blah blah year the triplets were born. Whatever. It's on my timeline probably.

Smaller thing, but embarrassing lack of a full name reveal for Heavy and Medic. Spy also, but I wasn't really expecting that. They shall remain Mikhail "Mischa" Weponzgy and Fritz Ludwig (alias, he's a wanted man) in my heart.

SO IN CONCLUSION: the writers went in with no clue how to end the story, something made evident by the possibility of the 4chan leaks being an early script and also entirely fucking different.

Still, there were a lot of lore unrelated things I did enjoy: the fact that the mercs actually got a happy ending, for one thing. Sniper stealing a plane, Scout maturing and moving on from Pauling, Pyro literally just being overjoyed to see Engie again, babies!!! The fact we even got a comic! How crazy is that? At least we didn't have to wait another seven years.

I might draft a script for an alternate ending that tries to answer lore stuff more, but knowing me I wouldn't finish it. Still, I am working on making a website for my timeline and I'll upload the link here once I'm done with it. Oh and I'll update the doc version soon. Bitterly.

[inpacho]

I'm in thatttt

New multi-animator project drops December 27! Our biggest one yet!

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Liam was a boy, and then a man, who suffered so much trauma and pain. He was bullied as a child and then lived a nightmare that I think none of us can really imagine of having that triggering experience replicated on a literally global public scale. He became a man who inflicted trauma on others. He was an addict who was unable to find a way out of that disease, and now never will, but who was open and vulnerable about his struggles. He was an incredibly talented musician and artist and an absolutely integral part of one of the most important bands of a generation; his voice and songwriting and skill in the studio shaped every aspect of what One Direction became at their best. He loved that band and being a part of that experience with his whole being and would never have stopped celebrating what they meant to us and to the world. He had problems and did bad things; that doesn't mean he was a bad person who didn't deserve to be loved and helped to heal- everyone deserves that- and the fact that that's not something that can ever happen now is devastating. I was very distressed by many of his actions; and I cared deeply about this man I didn't know and wished for better for him than this outcome.

I'm so deeply, deeply SAD tonight. I'm sad for Liam, who will never now have the chance to look back on this hard time and reflect on how far he's come, and for Liam's family, for his parents and his sisters who loved and supported him so much, and for everyone in the 1D band family and circles. And I'm sad for us. It feels like nothing will ever be quite the same, and that's hard and sad and shocking. It's a special kind of doubled grief, to mourn the loss of the person, and also of what he meant to us in this strange world of parasocial fanning, for the real him and also for the version of him that we made up and attached so much meaning to and for the escape that brought us. For him, and also for the easy uncomplicated joy of listening to those beautiful songs from happier times, which might never feel the same again. For the other boys, who we love so much and wish we could shield from suffering and loss and pain. For our fellow fans, who we also worry about the impact of this on. Everything about this is terrible, and I am sending so much love out to all of you. We are not alone, and it's okay to feel complicated emotions and it's okay to mourn and it's okay to care about how it effects you and your life, whatever you're feeling- it's okay. We are here with you. We are 1D family.

[briizer]

Here they come

[pokemon-radical-red]

I hate it when I headcanon a character who’s canonically a girl as a trans man and make ships of him and a character who’s canonically a guy and I refer to it as a gay/mlm/guyxguy/whatever ship and someone gets mad. Like omg let trans people have FUNNNNN. Why are queer headcanons and genderbends cool until they’re saying that the character is trans???

“OMGGG you’re so misogynistic I can’t believe you would erase FEMALE representation!!!”

and like half of the characters in the franchise are women, and a total of… NONE of the characters are trans men. Also, my headcanon doesn’t change the source material. If my stuff upsets you, you can block me and go engage with the source or maybe every single other fanwork, since mine is the only trans man hc for this character that I’ve ever seen.

or when people are like “WTF??? this is so transphobic!!! how dare you imply that a character who looks like that could be a trans man?!?! do you think that trans men are women or something??? she uses she/her, and you’re misgendering her!”

No, I don’t think that being a trans man makes you a woman or vice versa. That’s why it’s a headcanon, and the headcanon is that this character is actually a trans man and not a woman at all! You’ll never guess what pronouns most trans men had to use at some point in their lives, and you really won’t like it when you find out about pre-(or no-)transition trans men… or trans men who are in the closet… or trans men who don’t know that they’re trans yet.

“But the character is a kid!!! Saying they’re trans is sexualizing them.”

I’ve seen this one from other queer people. Like did you miss when all of the homophobes said this about your identity, or do you think that bigotry is only bad when it’s directed at you?

“Why would you say ‘testosterone could fix her’??? Are you trying to call her a delusional woman?”

Why would your brain even go to that first? This literally has to be a bad faith reading, because there’s no way that someone could see what I said and get this unless they were specifically looking for something to be mad at me for.

(Note for anyone unaware: “Estrogen would’ve fixed him!” was a meme going around at the time I said this. I’m not sure if it’s still super big, but this was a joke to the effect of that.)

“So girls can’t be tomboys anymore? You just wanna trans everyone?”

This is like actual real life transphobic rhetoric. This isn’t even just shitting on my headcanon, but in fact, sending transphobic hate to a trans man. Thanks 👍. Maybe you should go send JK Rowling another message about how much you loved her essay instead of bothering me.

[mel01837]

Gosh I love the theories related to dnd so seeing this made me ponder a bit

So far we saw how Mike, under the affliction of his poison weakness, was still able to contribute and help out his loved ones.

But there is still a second weakness, the ice weakness and it was scratching my brain bcs i felt like there was something there but I just couldn't remember what exactly. And just now while reading all the possessiongate and this particular post about byler and water I got it!

The fucking Mike paralouge WHICH WAS LITERALLY HAPPENING IN THE FREEZER!!

Like fuck you can' make this shit up

There were so many strange things about that monologue scene but there truly might be more to it than we thought before

So to get this straight, Mike is now not only affected by his poision weakness but also his ice weakness?? He will be struggling so so much in s5 (until he is healed by his cleric)

And this would make sense too if we go by the believe that Vecna might be messing with Mike's head, wether it be him being Vecna's forth victim, possessiongate, or something else entirely

I just wanted to remind everyone if Mike’s character is based off d&d and he is portraying said Paladin, he sacrificed himself twice for Will/ his friends (first time the quarry). The vines in s2 were mentioned to be poisonous, Mike went in anyways to save Will.

This is technically valid, in s3 he was knocked out and couldn’t be there in time, we also see him left behind in a lot of the scenes “slow walker”.

[thewardenisonthecase]

btw tw for talking about abuse

I've seen a lot online about how the game never mentions Caterina's abuse of Lucanis while he was growing up (being beaten and starved, which is mentioned in the Wigmaker Job) and I think there's a small mention to it if you're a crow (when asked, he says it was torture training under the first talon and that he resented her for a long time)

And while I do think part of the reason why this isn't brought up is just due to how sanitized this game is when it comes to the crows, I think I do understand why in world wise it's not possible to just be like hey lucanis, fuck your grandma.

It's really hard, loving someone who hurts you. Because you know they're hurting you and yet, you still love them. It's even harder when they're family.

Because its not like Lucanis doesn't know that she hurt him. He says so himself - he hated her, he resented her, and althought I do think him 'justifying' it by saying that at least it prepared him for the life of a crow, at least he still admits that it happened.

But the thing is that despite all this shit, she's still his grandmother. And like, yes, blood shouldn't excuse justifing this behaviour, I feel like it's cultural. Idk how spain or italy works when it comes to family, but here in brazil, you'll hear so many stories of physical abuse happening in families, and its still a situation like Lucanis - i hate them, i resent them, i love them, they're my family.

It's a...complicated situation and I think Lucanis's situation is made worst by the fact that he only has two family members alive and that he cannot let go of.

She beat him, she starved him, he hated and resented her, and he was afraid of dissapointing her, even if in her eyes, i don't think he could. I mean, he comes back an abomination and she still tenderly says 'my poor boy' when you rescue her in the Villa.

All in all...it's tought and I think that it would not be Rook's place to suddenly make Lucanis want to kill his grandma bc he wouldn't. Sorting out those feelings is something he has to do himself, and i'l almost glad the game doesn't make rook do a therapy session with him to talk about it.

[godsoopsiewoopsie]

POV: Will Wood has an asthma attack while trying to talk about to many things at once and then skadoodles (?)

my mum bugged me into posting this

(it’ll probably rot in my drafts for ages)

(also i’m not sending the live stream to anyone so don’t ask. find it on youtube or tiktok or something idk i bet those guys probably have it somewhere)