#I shouldn’t say shit but like they don’t take themselves too seriously

[tuukkarasksass]

2024 Bruins visit to Boston Children’s and Mass General Hospitals

[courtingchaos]

An Excuse in the Form of Pie

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: A little Thanksgiving ditty for you, just a few days late. This is in my Rent universe but you can just read it on its own if you’d prefer. Takes place like a year into them dating.

Warnings: Sex

NSFW 18+ No Minors

Oh they shouldn’t have trusted either of you two to do shit asked of you. All Wayne had to do was huff at the cardboard box that he was unloading onto your mom’s counter and Eddie was at the front door with your hand in his.

“What’d you forget?” He asked it too enthusiastically, earning a hard side eye from Wayne.

“The buttermilk pie.”

“We can go grab it.” Eddie already had the door open with you nodding along behind him.

“It’s not a two person job.” Wayne’s gaze never falters off his nephew or you, just a raise of his eyebrows while you two practically jitter out of your skin.

“What if my hands get cold? We can share the load, right Samwise?” Eddie has mischief all over his face when he glances at you over his shoulder. It’s in the dimples on his cheeks and the crinkles around his eyes. Those shine with giddiness that he’s been trying to tamp down all morning.

Wayne relents wordlessly, a toss of his hands upwards and another huff. “Nothing wise about either of you.” Muttered as he turns to help your mom with the unwrapping of casseroles.

Your aunts came in two days ago and he hasn’t had a moment alone with you since, all of it spent at your place in your mom’s living room listening to three middle aged women gossip. It was fun for the first day but when he realized you were essentially being held hostage and he couldn’t get even a quick feel up in the hallway without someone calling for you. A trailer not much bigger than his own and it was swarming with people and you kept getting lost in the throws.

“How long before they send out a search party?” Eddie asks while stomping up his front steps and unlocking the door, everything done in a rush like he’s running from your extended family.

“Well bud, I think Wayne already knows.” Your laugh follows him into the dark trailer before he yanks you in with him.

“Bud?!”

“Yeah, my buddy that I sleep with.”

“Is that all I am to you?” He pulls you against his chest in the midst of giggles and a tangle of feet trying to rid themselves of shoes. “Just a warm buddy you can take advantage of?” He asks like he isn’t the one manhandling you down the short hallway to his room. Your protests fall on deaf ears though as he nods along all aloof like and blindly slaps around behind his back for his doorknob.

“Seriously Eddie we gotta be quick, I don’t want Wayne marching over.”

“Hey.” He pulls away to point at you. “You don’t get to make fun of me when it’s over in under a minute, capiche?”

You laugh into his mouth while trying to kiss him and also trying to pull at his belt. His hands immediately find their way under your blouse, a lavender colored satin thing your mother forced you into that morning. He’d made a comment about you looking like one of those sad porcelain clowns and you’d thrown a serving spoon at him.

Now though you can’t get enough of his teasing mouth. His teeth that nip and pull away to draw you closer to his bed, his tongue that sneaks out to lick at the corner of your lips.

“Eddie c’mon.” You whine when he dips his head to kiss under your jaw, his hands still skirting the edges of your bra under your shirt. “Get me out of this stupid thing.”

He’s already plucking at the covered buttons before you finish your sentence. “Say no more.” Undone, just like your bra apparently, his little magic trick he’s perfected in the almost year you two have been together. He tugs you with him to sit on the edge of the bed and with you barely in his lap, the phone trills from the kitchen.

“There’s that ten minute warning.” Your hands slow down on the zipper of his ‘nice’ jeans, coming to terms with the fact you weren’t going to get anything you wanted this week.

“Well fuck their ten minutes.” His hands are rough on the wool of your skirt where he pushes it up your thighs, fingers sneaking under the silky lining to find the crease of your hips. “It’s not like we’re eating pie first.”

“You might be.” Your laugh is soft between you. Breath pushed out from the tickling movement of his fingers along sensitive skin. He gets a grip on you though and rolls you onto your back, your legs kicking around until he settles between your knees.

“Unfortunately no.” His fingers hook on your underwear to pull them down quickly. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to sneaking away later for a slice.” He vaguely pushes his jeans aside, finishing the job you left undone. The phone stops finally and Eddie grins down at you looking flushed and disheveled and wanting. He wants to get you out of your holiday finest and keep you in his sheets while the sky is still grey with rain. He doesn’t want to make this quick just because he’s missed you for a few days but the ache in his boxers does make a persuasive argument.

“What are you smiling at?” You ask him, trying to reach out to pull him closer. He gets the idea and drops down on his elbows to crowd into your space, nose running down along your cheek to plant a kiss on your earlobe.

“You. I miss you.”

“I know. The aunts will be gone by Saturday and you can have me all to yourself till Monday.” You run fingers through his tangled hair and he sighs, taking the moment for longer than he should. This was supposed to be a quickie after all.

“I’m gonna hold you to that-“

The phone rings again and he could swear it sounds more insistent than it did two minutes ago. “Fuck me.”

“I’m trying.” Your giggling does him in. He sits up with a rough yank of your hips to meet his and he works himself out of his boxers. Doesn’t give you more than a second to realize before he rocks his hips forward and makes you gasp through your smile.

The shriek of the phone echos through the empty trailer and it sets his teeth on edge, anger a whisper on the back of his thoughts “I swear to god I’m gonna graduate this year.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Yup.” He grabs your leg to sloppily kiss your knee and keep your hips open for him. “I’m gonna get the fuck out there so we can get the fuck out of here.” His other hand sneaks between your legs to find your own ache, thumb rubbing circles over that bundle of nerves. The leg in his hold jumps and he laughs through his nose at the way you squirm against his onslaught. “Have our own fucking Thanksgiving.” His hips pound a rhythm against yours. “And I’m unplugging the fucking phone.”

Your laughter turns to moaning that you don’t have to keep hidden and Eddie’s eyes roll in his head. These are the daydreams he gets lost in during biology, ideas of you two living on your own anywhere but here. A place where you don’t have to keep quiet due to thin walls and family ever present. Eighty five is gonna be his fucking year if it’s the last thing he does.

When one call ends and immediately picks up into another loud ring, Eddie drops his head and focuses on you. “Come on baby, they’re gonna send out the sheriff soon.”

“I don’t-fuck I don’t care!” You give him a show with your head thrown back and your hands pawing at your own chest, one of your nipples pinched between your orange painted fingers. His hips snap in an uneven rhythm while he tries to hold off until you break, always trying to make you break first. Eyes screwed shut, back arching off the bed suddenly, he feels you clench around him and he buries himself deep to ride out the feeling with you. His movements stutter and he mumbles his love at you, babbling about next year in your own shared place. In your own shared bed.

There’s no room for basking in the afterglow and when Eddie finally lifts his head you’ve already rehooked your bra and started buttoning your shirt back up quietly. “I’m sorry this was…well, this.” You look around you sadly and spot your underwear on his crowded floor.

“Don’t be, I got to steal you away for a bit.” He’s redoing his belt but leans down to kiss your forehead. “And maybe later we can sneak out back and have some quality neckin’ time.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and the phone rings again and he turns unceremoniously out of his room without another word.

He tears the phone of the cradle and immediately hears Wayne, exasperated on the other end, asking where in the blue hell you two are. “Hello!” Eddie twirls the wire around his finger, his irritation clear through the line. “No we didn’t get lost, I was looking for something in my room.”

A moments fucking peace, he thinks to himself.

“Yeah, I see it. No I’m literally staring at it right now. Yep, she’s picking it up and we’re walking out the door.” You’re strolling into the living room and picking up your shoes and his, waving them at him. “Yes Wayne, I know. I’m sorry. Uh huh. Well…oh.” You’re watching him as his face softens and he smiles. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“What’s up?” Your hair is stuck up around your head and after he hangs up he reaches out to smooth a hand over the flyaways.

“He said he was stalling for us.” A blush creeps into the tips of his ears at the thought of that. A sweet gesture but still something he wished he could have kept to himself.

“Well that’s sweet of him. Told you he knew what was up.” You hand him his shoes that he drops and shoves his toes into while you grab the homemade pie out of the fridge. “You ready?”

“I was serious, by the way.” He doesn’t look at you while he locks the door and makes his intentions clear.

“About what?”

“The getting us out of here.”

You wait at the bottom of the steps, looking up at him warmly with the glass pie dish tucked up against your chest. “I know.”

He has a hard time meeting your eyes sometimes when he tries to talk about the future. “I mean, if that’s anything you’d want anyways.” He keeps his gaze unfocused while you both start back off to your trailer and your full family.

“Getting out of the trailer park?”

“Yeah.”

“Getting out of Hawkins?”

“That too.”

“Getting away with you?”

“That’s the part I wasn’t sure about.”

You find his hand swinging between you to grab it tight, lacing your fingers together. “Eddie, I’d love nothing more.”

[cinnbar-bun]

um um i've never requested stuff b4 so i hope this is ok and also isn't too vague / silly of a prompt ;_;...

may i request hcs for doppio x a reader who's a total dog-dad/pet parent?

like brings their dog everywhere that's not dangerous, treats them better then they treat themselves, genuinely considers murder if someone even makes a tiny negative joke abt their dog etc 😭... (or maybe just hcs abt how doppio would feel arnd a reader who has a big dog in general:3 whatever works better for u !!!) /nf

— @child-ofdust (i hope i didnt type too much help) 🐾

A/n: YEAH OF COURSE DEAR HERE U GO!!! I changed it up a bit so it's kinda a combination of both your ideas so hope that's okay <3

Doppio w/ an S/O who has a dog

Notes: GN!Reader, Doppio so pssttt there's kinda a spoiler for Part 5 do not read if you haven't seen it, minor swearing, but pretty funny and fluffy

WC: ~.6k

Doppio hasn’t had much experience with dogs. Yes, he’s seen dogs before, occasionally pet one a few times, perhaps got unlucky to be chased by many of them. He was initially worried how your dog would react to him because he’s worried your dog will hate him and run after him. 

Your dog was actually pretty kind to him, which made him so happy and relieved. Doppio is crying tears of joy that your dog does not want to maul him like a chew toy. He shouldn’t have been that surprised, honestly, but it was still a welcome treat for Doppio. 

He sees how much you love your dog and he finds it really sweet! Doppio does like to care for smaller animals and insects, and seeing that you care for your dog makes him feel better. He feels happy knowing you treat your dog with respect and tons of love. 

He would be nervous initially to care for your dog because he doesn’t want to make you or your dog uncomfortable. He’s kind of like… ‘am I allowed to touch your dog? Can I pet them? Can I brush them?’ 

Please help him, he’s never done this before and he’s very anxious. 

Doppio is acting extra gentle with your dog because he hasn’t yet gauged what is an appropriate amount of force needing to brush or clean your dog. After you teach him and get him used to it a few times, Doppio gets the hang of it and can do it on his own. 

He’s not jealous of your dog, he’s not that kind of guy. Again, he really cares for some animals and your dog is a sweetie pie. You love your dog so much, and Doppio loves you very much, so of course he’d love your dog! 

He kinda sees your dog as like… your child? In a weird way? He’s just like yep, this is my beloved and this is our dog <3 I love my family <3 

And unlike a certain other man who shall not be named he does not abandon his family <3

He has so much fun playing with you and your dog. Especially if your dog likes to jump on him and snuggle him he loves it so much!!! Fluffy attack he’s laughing so hard until there are tears pouring down his face. 

Also, he takes his dog duties so seriously. If you ask him to walk the dog or give the dog a bath, Doppio is preparing like he’s going to war. He’s so focused and determined and nothing will stop him from caring for your dog. Absolutely nothing can break his concentration and so help him if anything dares to interrupt or prevent him from-

Torurururururu!

He’s quickly picking up a dog bone and straight up just YELLS at Diavolo. 

“What the HELL do you want? Huh? I’m walking my dog! Don’t you know how to time shit correctly? I’M BUSY!!!!” 

Doppio is so angry at Diavolo for calling him at these times, he just gets incredibly frustrated at him for interrupting his time with you and your cute dog. 

After he gets off the “phone” he needs lots of snuggles and kisses from you and your dog or else he might pop a blood vessel. 

Hilarious idea but Diavolo telling Doppio what to do with your dog whenever Doppio gets confused or is unsure of what do. 

“Ah, damn, what is the dog food we get again?” He says at the store. “The blue one.” “This one?” “Yeah. That one.” “Thanks, boss.”

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 1.2 - Bad Dreams Are for the Birds

[POV: MIKO]

The Art History department has two other TAs, but as far as Miko’s concerned, they’re both bullshit.

They haven’t proven themselves incompetent yet, but it's only a matter of time before someone drops the ball, leaving Miko to pick it up. It’s how it always goes down, which is why, despite feeling like absolute crap, she’s organizing the art supply room by herself. 

Next week, the undergrads will start working on pieces for their first critical review. A lot of them are talented, but they’re also inexperienced. And as silly as it seems, having their supplies clearly labeled with helpful hints will be a gift from the Watcher when some professor is picking apart their work and demanding they make quick changes. 

You mean when some professor was picking apart your work because you’re incompetent.

It takes everything to ignore the nasty voice in her head and her burning need to pee. It’s just stress, anyway. She slept like shit—horrifying dreams kept her up half the night—and she still needed to get here early to finish up before the other TAs arrived. 

Her nightmares made no sense. Miko is only 24; she shouldn’t be worried about running out of time. But the clock in her dreams filled her with terror, and she had the strangest sense that she never used to worry about time at all. 

In fact, she used to wield it. 

It’s the kind of bonkers thought she doesn’t allow herself to have anymore. 

Usually, she was fine once she was on campus. It was where she could pretend she didn’t live in a tiny clapboard house in a Newcrest neighborhood the mayor swore would gentrify but hadn’t changed much since Miko was a kid. 

Not that gentrification was good. By the time they cleaned up the drunks in the park and picked up the trash, the cost of housing would be too high, and Miko and her grandmother would have to find somewhere else to live.

And your mother? Did you forget about her, or are you just extra delusional today? 

Miko doubles over at the thought. The worst part is that she knows it's her. She’s being mean to herself and has no idea how to stop it. 

Maybe it’s not the negative voice, you idiot. Maybe you really do just have to pee.

Son of a bitch. That’s probably right. Ignoring the implications of arguing with herself, Miko hauls ass up two flights of stairs until she’s on the second floor of the Commons. 

“Watcher, give me strength,” she prays when she shuts the stall door. The Ojos aren’t religious, but spending primary and secondary school under the watch of cranky nuns gave her the habit.

Her prayers must be getting misdirected, though. While she’s hovering over the toilet seat, fighting for her life, the other two Art History TAs walk into the bathroom and start gossiping. 

“I just don’t understand why she would organize the closet when we already had a plan to work on it this morning,” Emmett says.

“Because she’s a bitch,” Hande laughs, “Seriously. You can’t take it personally. Some sims just don’t know how to act.”

“I mean, but what’s the point?” Emmett continues. “We’re all graduating. Maybe someone will write you a good recommendation for the Royal Arts Fellowship if you go above and beyond. But you can do that without screwing everyone else over.”

“Some sims are unhappy. Like it's a trait,” Hande assures him, “Just ignore her.”

Miko waits until she hears them leave before she limps out of the bathroom stall, bladder still burning and her cheeks joining in on the party. The old nuns were right: The Watcher was a merciless god, and Miko was clearly on her shit list.

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[trulytiredhermit]

Hold up, HOLD UP.

What if the chain was in a really heated battle with a bunch of enemies, they aren't letting the reader even five meters away, so the reader is just watching, you know?

But then the reader just sees a Link was about to get attacked, shit.

So the reader ran headfirst in the middle of the battlefield, not paying attention to any of the Links' yells at them to retreat, no, they are way too focused in saving one of them.

The Link looks at them in confusion until the reader pushed them away, and then they got hit in the head by an enemy, losing consciousness.

They had sacrificed themselves. They pushed that Link away a split second before he was supposed to be hit in the head, but no.

The reader took the blow.

*Angst city

Angst city

ANGST CITY!!

No but for real, imagine the things that could happen after the hit. I mean, Reader could fall into a coma, get seriously hurt from the hit, get amnesia and NOT remember anything about the Chain or their adventure with them!

Could you imagine if Reader actually got comfortable with the Chain and finally accepted their yandere tendencies and began to love them back only to develop amnesia and the Chain has to start back at square one?!?!

Like… I gotta make a little snippet for this now I swear.

Also I hope you don’t mind, I know you’ve kinda lost interest in LU but I really like you ask ideas so I’m still going to answer them. I hope that’s okay Chrom!*

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Wind could only stare down in shock, the person he viewed as his older sibling, someone he would give his life for, was laying at his feet unresponsive with a bleeding wound on their head that just kept getting more and more red as the green grass was dyed a more brownish and rusted copper color.

He wanted to throw up.

He was used to fights, contrary to the chain’s forgetfulness. He had gotten wounds and injuries of his own that he alone had to patch up on his journey to save his own home.

But he was 12 and this was different.

This time he hadn’t been the one to get hurt, instead he had to watch someone dear to him be struck down.

It felt like when he had watched Aryll be taken away that day long ago, but even worse because Aryll was alive and…

He couldn’t even bear the thought of it.

He just continued to stare down at your crumbled form in shock.

The others quickly took note of what had happened, all with ranging emotions at the forefront of their minds.

But one thing was similar.

They were pissed and they wanted revenge.

All hell broke loose on the battlefield.

Time’s hands itched, reaching instinctively to the ominous mask on his hip. Why shouldn’t he let the Deity out to enact vengeance upon those who had dared to hurt one he held so dear.

Warriors cut through the monsters with a brutal finesse and he did so efficiently and effortlessly, making his way across the battlefield with a cold and hard gaze that any soldier would have in a war. He didn’t care if the monsters would have a slow, agonizing death. Only that they would be incapacitated and that they would die.

Four split without a second thought, if the chain didn’t already know about his ability and of the colors then they did now. The four colors working together to take down the onslaught of monsters more quickly, each with their own style. Needless to say Blue was the most brutal and impulsive out of the colors, not caring a thought about any injury he may have or did sustain during his rampage.

Hyrule and Legend didn’t waste a second and we’re next to your body and Wind as everything went down. Hyrule worked on checking out the head injury and using any and all healing items along with his own magic to help stop the bleeding and heal the wound.

Legend, meanwhile, was the defense. He had his sword at the ready on his hip while his fire rod was in his hand, ready to go full on scorched earth at any monster that even thought to try and get close.

Wild , Twilight, and Sky teamed up. Wild would use his Sheikah slate abilities to freeze the monsters in time, allowing Sky and Twilight to wail on the monster before they moved onto the next. Meanwhile, Wild continued to shoot down more monsters with his bow and assortment of arrows, he even used up many of his ancient arrows to get rid of them quicker.

With all of their combined efforts the hoard didn’t last even a whole two minutes. And when everything was said and done, the rest chain converged on where you lay; either talking to Hyrule about your condition or checking in on Wind.

The days after the attack are spent in an inn, under Time’s order. It doesn’t matter if Hyrule healed everything up, you’re resting and being pampered and that’s final.

Wind stays next to your side like a leech, not leaving you alone even for a second. Well really they all do, but Wind does NOT leave you alone. You guys are roomies now too, doesn’t matter if there isn’t a second bed in your inn room. He’s either gonna sleep in the same bed or (if the others tell him he can’t due to your injuries) he’s dragging his mattress from his room to yours.

[sevinisms]

THE GODFATHER — TSU’TEY HEADCANONS

#SYNOPSIS: tsu'tey being being a godfather/uncle to the sully kids

#WARNINGS: none

#CHARACTERS: tsu'tey, neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, tuk'tirey

#AUTHORS NOTE: this is my first post so be easy 💀

NETEYAM

without a doubt tsu’tey and neteyam had the most in common. they were both noble older brothers and strong hunter/warriors who took themselves way too seriously. a man of few words, tsu’tey wasn’t nearly as vocal as jake in regards to neteyam’s responsibilities. don’t be fooled though, his expectations were just as high. he considered his godson to be his successor as olo’eyktan one day and wanted to be sure that he could handle the pressure that comes with the title.

began calling neteyam "mighty warrior" when he got his first knife at 6 years old, teasing at first, but growing to mean it over the years. neteyam was without a doubt his favorite sully to hunt with, and he took pride in knowing that he helped perfect his shooting form (not that it needed much correcting, the boy was valid).

he gives the most insane dating advice like it’s normal.

“if you like this person, simply kill a sturmbeest and give it to them as an offering so they know that you're a good hunter. the bigger the better, then they’ll be more likely to mate with you.” “mate? i’m only 15–”

or

"someone made a pass at them yet you sit here whining to me? you must challenge them to a duel! i’m sure you could kill them easily-" "godfather, no-"

LO’AK

this boy is his father’s son through and through. since the day lo’ak uttered his first word, he and tsu’tey had been butting heads. i’m talking full blown arguments between a grown man and a child. tsu’tey didn’t care – he never ran from a fight, and he’d be damned if he started now.

he would always tell jake that he, "didn’t care for the little one” as a bit, but when lo'ak failed his iknimaya, you can bet that tsu’tey immediately began preparing him for the next one. he’d poke fun at him from the sidelines the same way he did when it was jake’s turn all those years ago. he’d point out every mistake lo’ak made, all to avoid saying that he was actually super proud to see him get an ikran this time around.

catches lo’ak and spider in places they shouldn’t be several times a week. he always wrangles them up and returns them to the village, swearing to rat them out to jake and neytiri. he’s usually bluffing though, save for the few times they’d actually had the potential to get hurt. sometimes he’d turn them in just to keep them on their toes which usually kept their antics at bay for a while. at the end of the day, they were just kids doing kid shit, and tsu’tey could only be so concerned about that.

KIRI

he wasn't rocking with her at all for for the first few years of her life. he still wasn't comfortable around "dreamwalkers", even after the war, so kiri’s miraculous conception from a dormant avatar did very little to ease his suspicions.

“look, i understand if you don’t want to be her godfather, but she’s not going anywhere. we’re all she’s got.” jake said.

though his suspicions began to fade over the years, they never left him entirely. having agreed to be her godfather as well, he tried to support her interests when could. they changed constantly, to whatever facet of nature she was obsessed with at the moment. this week it was mushrooms.

“i don’t know what kind they are so don’t ask.”tsu’tey would hand kiri a leather pouch full of random mushroom caps he’d collected during his last hunt.

she would always inspect the plants he brought and he’d take note of which ones she kept and which ones she didn’t, so he’d know the right ones to get next time. he would still accidentally bring the poisonous ones home sometimes.

he was the personification of "he's a little confused but he got the right spirit"

TUK’TIREY

tsu’tey would die for all of his godchildren in a heartbeat, but he would kill for tuk. she was his little partner in crime, often tagging along while he did his patrol of the forest or made new weapons. people rarely showed interest in the chores of the chief, but she’d found them cool enough, and that meant a lot to him.

one time, tuk was sulking around camp for days, until tsu’tey asked what was wrong. she’d asked jake to teach her how to shoot a bow, and he told her no, that she was still too young.

“nonsense. i learned to shoot an arrow before I could walk. i will teach you.”

tsu’tey was careful that he didn’t scold or poke fun at her when she released her shot too early or complained that her arms were sore. he didn’t want to discourage her. still, he wasn’t the type to offer flowery words of encouragement. he would simply correct her form and re-direct her towards her target.

“do it again.” “but godfather-” “again. and don’t slouch your shoulders like that.”

he’d give any gemstones and shells he found to tuk to polish and make into beads or armbands. in the beginning, he could admit that they weren’t as perfect as he liked, often uneven in shape and size, but he sported them anyway. after scoring his biggest kill wearing her beads, it became tradition to make him a new strand before every hunt. he kept every strand they ever made.

[blue-disco-lights]

Petition to make "they were both home monitors who see each other at the George Michael concert" your next one-shot.

Bonus points if they have to wear one of those sashes that says Hall Monitor.

Extra double bonus points if there was only one sash. 😱

You got it @ms-moonlight-inn! This is dedicated to you and my fellow 80s music and George Michael fans (and anyone who wanted to read a Hall Monitor AU in my Tag Game comments lol). @michellemisfit @jrooc @energievie @suzy-queued @mybrainismelted @francesrose3

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He doesn’t know why they’d pair him up with Mickey Milkovich of all people.

Ian stands up straight, stretches to his full height and adjusts his white Hall Monitor sash. The halls are empty now after afternoon recess, but he walks from the attendance office to the boy’s bathroom, to make sure all’s clear. The halls aren’t going to monitor themselves.

He comes around the corner, and - of course - there’s Mickey, slumped against his locker, reading a comic book and playing with his dumb Yo-Yo. He’s not paying attention at all, and not even wearing his sash right. What a joke.

Ian doesn’t realize he’s staring at him, until Mickey looks up from his book and snarks, “Whatcha starin’ at nerd? Dontcha gotta job to do?”

“We both do,” Ian snaps back, rolls his eyes and goes back to his station. From there, he proceeds to glare at Mickey from a distance.

Ian can’t figure out why Mickey always gives him shit for being a Hall Monitor, when he’s one too.

He was really proud when his teacher recommended him for the school’s Safety Patrol program. His grades were good, and he always got points for excellent attendance and behavior. It was one of the most important jobs you could get at school. None of these asshole kids were going to sneak out of class and mess around in the halls on his watch!

He liked keeping order, and being a Hall Monitor helped him take his mind off his chaotic house, his unpredictable “parents”, and all his responsibilities at home with his young siblings. Plus he liked to be in charge of things... and maybe one day, he’d even get to live his dream and go into the military.

Two kids came around the corner out of nowhere and raced noisily down the hall, right under Mickey’s nose.

“Mickey! You just let those kids run off!”

“I ain’t no snitch like you Gallagher.”

“A snitch? I am NOT a… whatever Milkovich, don’t know why you can’t just take this job seriously.”

“Who cares?”

“I do! Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be in detention or juvie or something?”

Mickey laser-focused his eyes right on him. They were so blue. And there was this lock of black hair that kept falling into them every few seconds.

And then, much to Ian’s horror… Mickey lifted his hand and swept it through his hair, and how did everything start moving in slow motion all of a sudden?

And then Mickey had the audacity to smile at him, and Ian felt some kind of electric shock zip through his insides, and … noooo. Nope. He was not going to get a crush on Mickey Milkovich. NOPE.

…………………

10 years later

🎶 I swear I won't tease you

Won't tell you no lies

Don't need no bible

Just look in my eyes 🎶

Thousands of people sang at the top of their lungs together, the amphitheater buzzing with energy. Ian couldn’t believe his roommates got these incredible seats.

He’d always wanted to see George Michael in concert.

Ian looked down the row and watched his friends dancing and singing along, having the time of their lives.

His eyes swept around the whole theater, eyes catching on the performance on stage, George swinging his hips in his signature way, crooning “I Want Your Sex” as his backup singers grooved along. He followed the flashing lights around the venue, watching all the concert-goers in their cutest outfits having the best time with friends.

He couldn’t remember a more magical night.

And then his eye stopped and his breath caught. On one guy in particular…

And it must have been magic after all because at that moment, the gorgeous guy looked over at him too.

🎶 It's playing on my mind

It's dancing on my soul

It's taken so much time

So why don't you just let me go 🎶

Ian didn’t even think- he just moved. Past all his confused friends, down a couple of stairs. He didn’t have to go much further because the guy was moving too.

“Mickey?” Ian uttered breathlessly, leaning in closer so the guy could hear him.

“Gallagher,” is all he said, eyes not leaving Ian’s.

The concert lights flash across both their faces, the bass pounds through both their bodies.

🎶 Oh so much love

That you've never seen

Let's make love

Put your trust in me 🎶

Just then, Mickey swept a lock of hair off his forehead, and Ian was transported right back to their days together monitoring the halls.

And he knew he wasn’t letting Mickey go again.

[mikauhso]

Small fandom rant, feel free not to read.

I don’t really care what an artist has done as a person, unless they’re like literally hitler or someone who you’d punch in public for their crimes, I find it a bit sad and annoying how so many artists online are willing to tear down someone else’s art to say “I did it better.” It’s one thing to give constructive crit in good faith, and it’s another to make an OC-ified version of canon out of your love for something, but creating something out of spite will almost always ring hollow for me. I see so much good art duct taped to posts about how “here I fixed it” or “lol you can’t draw” and I think back to the time when I learned the phrase, “you’ll attract more flies with honey than vinegar.” It disheartens me to see artists and people I’d know to be kind and constructive not extend the same kind of care hey show irl to someone online based on their parasocial relation to them. It’s such a low-stakes game and people will act like a mid show having characters they enjoy is the end of the world, and in doing so will take personal snipes and make insults at the art instead of addressing the actual problem head on, because it’s easier to derail and funnel attention and love towards yourself instead of ask that others improve. I love redesigns born of love. I love rewrites that try to see an artist’s vision, but at a certain point I wonder if people even like what they’re making art about or if they’re slapping something recognizable over top of it in order to ride trends.

The internet normalizes clout chasing to the point where I feel like we do it almost instinctively. That little insult or sly comment at the end of a post, that’ll sway people to your side. Saying why you don’t like some person despite not knowing them. It’s valid to have your opinions but I wish people would act like they would in the real world. You wouldn’t go around and scream at someone who you saw post this one thing one time. You wouldn’t punch someone based on a rumor, or verbally berate them in a restaurant. Yet people post so much shit online and it’s so normalized that we don’t even register it as a sign to log off anymore.

I feel like social media is something incredibly important for communication, but it’s currently designed in a way that centers ourselves and how much dopamine we can get, whether it’s at the expense of others, ourselves, etc. And we’re part of the problem too, we refuse to change and recognize that maybe internet points aren’t worth it and maybe it shouldn’t matter what people think of us. And maybe it’s an opinion I have but I shouldn’t judge someone based on what fraction they put out on the internet of themselves. Maybe I should cook myself a snack or go out for a walk or sit on the balcony or in the yard, talk to a friend face to face. Again, I love what the internet has done for accessibility but every accessible thing is locked behind a service designed to ignore vitriol and anger towards one another.

I guess I fall prey to this too, but I’ve seen this pattern happen again and again and again. There are people behind everything that’s made, and unless it’s ai or something stolen, an artist put their time and heart into it. It’s part of the game to have tough skin but I wish it didn’t have to be a necessity because of spiteful people.

I guess I should add an addendum, this is about a pattern I’ve seen in many a fandom. This isn’t about the morality of a show’s crew or whatever, that’s a conversation for another day that I’m not getting involved in because the personal lives of others are no business of mine. Hah, there I go again. But in all seriousness. I’ve seen it in Hazbin Hotel. I’ve seen it with High Guardian Spice. Velma. Steven universe. The owl house. Any new show I’ve seen come out where someone decides to have a moment and say “I will create out of spite and a need to be seen.” I wish artists didn’t feel the need to ride trends and that we’d value each others’ work as much as something put out by Disney. But that too, is a post for another day.

[ca-suffit]

“that was part of ppl being concerned for sam reid's mental health that felt ridic too…”

in response to this para. it makes sense that ppl are expressing concern abt sam when he’s the one who was seemingly driven offline by whatever he saw, and is afaik the only one there who has expressed that shit he saw impacted his mental health. ofc ppl are gna be sad abt that and feel apologetic and reflect on the fact that a space they’re a part of caused him to feel that way even if they themselves weren’t the ones being hurtful. from what i’ve seen on twitter the lesson ppl have been taking from this is that ppl need to be more mindful abt what they say abt the entire cast, not just sam. and yh he is white, but he had ppl people hoping he would have abuse allegations made against him, ppl saying he was holding jacob and bailey hostage during s1 and that’s still fucked. i don’t think it’s so much a current concern for sam bc as you said he’s not online. but more so general regret and a reminder that just bc someone seems online doesn’t mean they aren’t and if you wouldn’t feel comfortable with them seeing it then you probably shouldn’t say it

not diminishing the real part about this being a strain on him, but sam and other white cast members are the only ones who could mention their mental health and get sympathy in the first place from the fandom as a whole. this wouldn't even have been noticed like this if any of the black or brown actors said it. jacob's talked about his mental health stuff in relation to louis and that's barely ever mentioned. if sam said that about lestat it'd be a daily post here still. even for this, this is gonna last for years here. honestly if (fandom) ppl were surprised by this fandom being awful, they haven't been paying attention. the stories I could tell off anon would prbly fucking kill ppl. why do u think I'm even here. if anyone of the cast and crew ever wants to know in depth shit, they can make attempts to contact me (this is never going to seriously happen btw, god forbid they miss another autumn brown instead or w/e). cuz I bet none of them even know half of it tbh. if they did, they wouldn't be playing nice with the ppl they do. doing that makes it worse for the rest of us and we're not celebrities that anyone cares about. not that I expect sam to know this shit but some motherfucker should have a job focused on this if they're gonna be highlighting ppl from this fandom like they've been doing.

[watermelonsloth]

Why the Hell Do I Ship Royai???

(TW: brief mention of suicide and allusions to unhealthy relationships)

I know nobody asked but I find the fact that I ship Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye so interesting because, on paper, I shouldn’t ship them.

First of all, I don’t like straight ships with dynamics like the right hand man or ships that have the male character as the woman’s superior. It’s not the dynamic itself that bothers me, it’s the predictability of it. When it’s hetero, I immediately think “of course those two are gonna get together.” It feels like low hanging shipping fruit.

I also don’t like stoic badass x absolute clown (competent or otherwise) ships. I almost always end up wondering why either side likes/puts up with each other. Especially since the badass tends to be an asshole and/or emotionally unavailable while the clown (forcibly) takes on their baggage.

Lastly, I don’t like relationships where one or both sides are codependent on the other. “I’ll die without you”, “You can’t leave me”, “I refuse to go on without you”, “You’re mine/I’m yours”, “You’re my other half (seriously)”, etc. ships have never been appealing to me. I understand why people like them, but I just can’t get over how gross it makes me feel. Like, I promise the planet will continue spinning after they’re gone, get some self confidence, I’m begging you. Maybe it’s because I’m not a romantic, maybe I’m overthinking it, maybe I’ve heard too many stories of codependent relationships going south, who knows?

By all means, I should look at Royai and think that it’s an incredibly unbalanced and unlikeable relationship (at least in a romantic sense). But I don’t. And I think I know why: Royai took what should’ve been an incredibly one-sided/unbalanced relationship and balanced it.

First, it avoids coming across as predictable (because it technically isn’t canon) because the series goes out of its way to expand upon their relationship's. It doesn’t absolve the predictability, but it counters it. It avoids being forced by being taken seriously and being given serious time to develop.

Secondly, both characters are developed in ways that avoid their relationship coming across as overly cliche. Namely, they’re given reason to like each other and both are charismatic/likeable enough that they aren’t annoying (I know this isn’t much, but the bar is in hell for shounen romance. Especially background character romance). Hawkeye has her lighter and nicer moments and Mustang knows when to be serious. The problem of the stoic character having exponentially more baggage or the clown forcing that baggage onto themselves is also avoided by both of them having a lot of baggage and (something FMA nailed as a series) boundaries.

My last problem is avoided by both of them staying their own characters. They can both function without the other, the other doesn’t fill their every waking thought, they’re capable of and willing to call the other out on their screwups, and whatever pedestal they put the other on doesn’t impede their judgement (for the most part) or make them ignore others to a concerning/upsetting extent. Even after Hawkeye says she’ll take her own life if Mustang dies, it somehow avoids being ship-ruining/frustrating/ disturbing. It’s tragic, but it doesn’t make me want them to not get together (it makes me want them to work through that shit and then get together). I’m gonna add that this is probably helped by the fact that Mustang never takes advantage of her vulnerability and he doesn’t come across as the type who ever would. It would’ve been so easy to make Mustang the stoic badass in charge with enough baggage to fill an airport with Hawkeye as his softer/more lighthearted right hand woman with a concerning level of dependency on him, but the author didn’t go that route and I will be forever grateful.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

So originally, I was gonna rate this four stars, but after a few chapters I was fully invested. A “why choose”, fake dating, friends to lovers? Yeah, I knew this was gonna be a rollercoaster. And boy, I was NOT disappointed.

There’s the ex-rugby player who says the infamous “don’t fall in love with me” line, the sweet “boy next door” who’s secretly been in love with her for YEARS, and then the ex-teacher who’s ten years older than her. It shouldn’t work and for a few chapters everyone’s worst fears come to pass, but this foursome pulls themselves together to talk everything out.

Faking with Benefits is filled with humor, spice, and DRAMA! Seriously, don’t let the cover fool you. The spice is.. well, you’ll see.

* Wow. I totally don’t blame Layla’s date for bailing. lol. Too strong, girl. Too strong for a first date.

* Hottie Zach to the rescue 😍

* Zach and his pet names are kinda swoon-worthy, ngl.

* Lol she’s drunk and hitting on her old teacher. Nice.

* Oohhh. I was wondering why “sweet” Josh seemed kind of dick-ish to Layla when she drunkenly stated she’d pay them for relationship advice. He loves her.

* Aww. Luke doesn’t wanna fake date his ex-student. I like that he has boundaries, but I’m excited for those to vanish. He should totally take Layla on as his date to the wedding his ex keeps inviting him to 😂

* Goddamn. She’s so bad at dating 😬

* Oh la la. Layla’s got a sharing kink 😏

* Those kisses… 🥵 wtf haha. 6/10.

* Luke is starting to hurt MY feelings lol.

* Oh wow. Josh really went in while Zack and Layla were kissing. He found her weakness and totally doesn’t know 😂

* Oohhh. She bold now. She wants both of them to fuck her for practice 👀 Luke is gonna fly off the fuckin handle if he walks out and sees them.

* Goddamn. Josh CAN EAT 🤭

* And Zack… that dude really took her to pound town. Along with Josh. Those two would ruin me.

* Oh no. Finding out Zack had an ex who died when they were eighteen is so sad 😭

* C’mon, Luke. Just make a move, for fuck’s sake!

* Ugh. Luke and Layla’s outing was going so good! And then Donny, an ex-something, had to go and ruin it. Fuck that dude.

* I want Josh and Layla together so bad! And with Zack and Luke, but Josh! Oh my goodness.

* Luke finally snapped! Thank god haha.

* Goddamn. Luke is very… dominant. I did not expect this 😏

* “Okay, babe. I don’t know how strong the human head is, and I don’t think it matters. There’s no weight capacity. Just sit on his face, and if he dies, he dies.” // “Damn straight. Bury him alive. Lucky guy.”

* Ayyyy. She’s at the ex-wife’s wedding with the ex-husband. Be petty!!

* She has to move to America if everything with this collaboration works out? 😬 None of the boys are happy. They all caught feelings but no one wants to fess up.

* Fuckkkk. She leaves in a week. Just reluctantly says they’ll end their experiment before she has to leave and Zack is not happy. The one who didn’t want her to fall in love with him doesn’t want her to leave. Damn.

* Goddammit, Zack.

* Well this wedding reception is an absolute shit show. Josh desperately wants to tell Layla he loves her, Zack is intending to break things off, and Luke’s es-wife is telling him that Layla is a whore. wtf.

* Wow. Luke and Zack fucked up. Poor Josh. How’s that gonna go for him?

* The fucking drama. I can’t. My heart hurts.

* Well I’m happy they came to their senses, but fuck. Zack and Luke were kind of harsh. Zack especially. I don’t want her to give in and forgive, but I know she will.

* Oh wow. She lost the collaboration with the designer in New York because of the podcast. This sucks.

* So after crying and groveling, all is well!

* And now she’s taking them has her dates to the high school reunion. Oh fuck 😂

* Damn. Drama at the high school reunion. I totally saw that coming.

* Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. They GOT MARRIED!

[1indigoisles]

Chapter 5 - Excerpt 4

I was too tired for this. I laughed bitterly.

“What?” Jolene demanded, coming over. “You don’t believe her?” She said it challengingly.

“Oh, I do,” I said, grimacing a little. “I’m laughing because you think that knowing that makes things any better.”

Desiree, Rowan and Jolene looked confused, like they really didn’t see how come. Did they seriously not get it?

“So what if you can leave?” I said when I felt like I had to spell it out for them, the back of my throat feeling disgustingly bitter. “That doesn’t change anything. There’s Lila, all our earthly possessions, and oh, I don’t know, the possibility of our deaths, which, by the way, I’ve had to process and accept in less than twenty-four hours, among a ton of other things I had to process and accept. I don’t know about your mental immunity, but for someone whose life isn’t this” – I gestured towards the entire room and Knightville – “let me tell you, it isn’t easy. And now you’re asking me to help you with something that from every perspective looks just as risky, if not more, than staying in Knightville and waiting for my execution day, and I’m supposed to take your word for it that it isn’t. Now, I don’t know what you think I am capable of doing or believing or whatever, but this doesn’t cut it.”

“Why-” Jolene began, but I cut her off.

“The answer’s no, Jolene,” I said, my voice ringing out sharply on the walls of the long blue room. “I won’t help you, and even if I wanted to, I can’t, for a shit-ton of reasons that I shouldn’t have had to explain to you.”

For a while, it was silent, presumably because no one had expected it. I didn’t see why, I didn’t regret a word.

Scarlett, who stood behind Jolene, raised an eyebrow and looked around incredulously. “Why are you all so shocked? What did you expect?”

It was grim. Indeed, what had they expected? Had they seriously thought I would say yes?

“More than we should have, apparently,” Jolene replied witheringly. I felt my eyebrows go up.

Wow, for people who believed so much in cold, hard reality, they were actually so delusional.

“Jolene...” Rowan said.

“He’s right,” Desiree interrupted in a small voice, rife with guilt. She had, after all, been the one to pose the question, she looked like she felt terrible about it now. “We’re already burdening him more than we should, as strangers. And you weren’t very kind to him about it too.” She’d been looking at the other three as she said this. “Despite that, he has helped us, and he kept our secret.It’s selfish to expect more from him.” Her shoulders hardened, she looked at me. “I’m—we’re thankful, Kenneth. And sorry.”

Desiree flushed faintly towards the end, and she looked so genuine and sincere with her speech that I suddenly felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Not for saying no, but for the way I’d said it.

Jolene, Rowan, and Scarlett were all three of them aggravating, snarky, and rude. Contradictory, too, because sometimes they would act like the world bent to them, other times like they bent to the world, which was just annoying. I certainly wasn’t going to sit down and take the time to figure them out; I had more important things to think about.

But Desiree, if I recalled correctly, had always been kind to me. She was being kind now, in fact, and she was apologizing on behalf of people who had more to apologize for than her.

That, I thought, was mature of her.

“That’s not—you don’t need to apologise,” I told Desiree. “And, don’t worry, I’ll still keep the secret. It’s just, I can’t do much more than that.”

“Thank you anyway,” Desiree offered a small smile.

I might actually end up liking some of these people.

Things were silent for exactly two seconds, before the doors banged wide open again. Jolene, Rowan and Scarlett jumped up and all held themselves straighter. Possibly an involuntary reflex from their training.

My first thought was, Back so soon?

“No, stop, don’t you dare touch me,” came a loud, shrill voice.

Three people who were obviously Hunters barreled into the room. They were wearing the neat, dark blue armour that comprised their uniform, and a hulky dude had Lila in a death grip around her arm, which, obviously, she was uselessly fighting against.

“What are you doing?” I asked, standing up. “Let go of her-”

“The assembly has been preponed,” said a sharp female voice. Out of the three Hunters present, she was the only female, but no one would think so just by looking at her frame. She was tall, broad-shouldered and more muscled than a lot of guys I knew, and looked like she could easily take on every single person in this room, at once. “There have been-”

“Spare the details, Miranda,” drawled the guy behind Lila, who was holding her in a way that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. It took a considerable effort on my part not to grit my teeth.

“Let go of her,” I said again, boldly. “She’s human, she can barely harm you."

A silent, dangerous beat passed.

“Yes," the other male in the trip agreed finally. “It's considered rude to cut off the blood circulation in her upper arm, you know.”

The bigger guy glared at the one who just spoke, but slowly let go of Lila anyway. She yanked her arm away in defiance and rubbed her other palm over the area. “Get the other one, then,” he then said to the woman named Miranda.

She nodded and, without saying a single word, walked over to our group, pushed Rowan very rudely aside, and grabbed my shoulder in a bruising grip, as though she was trying to force me down with the sheer strength of her hand.

I looked at the shoulder under her grip. “Let me go,” I said, and a jolt that went through my body every time I’d used my powers went up my arm.

Miranda immediaely flinched and snatched her hand back, as if burned. She hid her hand with her other, but I could see a red weal appear across her palm.

So that meant my offensive light ability didn’t just harm Shadows. Huh. Good to know.

The rest of the room, however, instantly rebelled. The Hulk lunged forward, only to be blocked by Scarlett and Jolene, who were, by the way, half his size. Scarlett reached into her dark hair with her fingers and miraculously pulled out a small blade, twirling it between her fingers before holding it to Hulk’s chin without a single shift in her expression, which was, most probably, a suicide-level dangerous thing to do.

Mediocre Guy, who’d been standing beside Lila, decided then to spring into action, jumping at Scarlett and Jolene. But Rowan was already there, stomping his foot on the floor in front of him, which seemed to create an invisible force that threw Mediocre Guy off his feet. On later reflection, if this had been in a comic, I would have found it funny that a guy who looked like he was made of porcelain could conjure enough strength with only his right foot to throw someone else, whatever their size, off-balance.

Mediocre Guy made a loud crash and a surprised yelp as he fell, and let me tell you, it would have started war right then and there, if Desiree hadn’t intervened.

“Guys, stop!” her voice rose. “Rowan, have you lost your mind? Scarlett, put that thing away right now, and Jolene, I swear, if your fingers turn into claws!”

Everyone stepped back.

Miranda said in that sharp voice of hers, “Control your brats, Raynott, or we will be calling more Hunters.”

“They’re not my brats,” Desiree protested.

“I’ll go with you,” I felt the need to insinuate. “But not if you drag us around like we’re airport luggage.” I closed my mouth then, because I felt like I’d made my point.

Hulk looked as though that was exactly what he thought of us, Mediocre Guy stood up, and Miranda simply shrugged.

“Come on then,” Mediocre Guy spoke up, “but keep yourselves in check, especially you.” He jabbed a finger at Rowan, who simply rolled his eyes, not even bothering to check whether Mediocre Guy was looking or not.

With that, Hulk, Mediocre Guy and Miranda led us out of the room to destinations unknown.

But there was still one thing I was confused about. My power was everything to do with light and using it offensively, I’d seen it more than once, and it was obviously that light that had somehow hurt Miranda, because there was nothing else it could be.

But when I’d made the burn on Miranda’s hand that she was currently nursing, there had been no light.

Taglist: @jeahreading, @damn-this-transgirl-hella-gay, @mayaheronthorn, @cherryblossempearl

[f0point5]

I mean can you really blame some Charles fan for being maybe a bit too agressive towards some people. I mean there is still people trying to push every time the narrative that Charles doesn’t have race pace and is only a qualy marchant when in fact the data prove that he has a bigger gap in race pace. Or the people still saying that Sainz is a better driver. Obviously his fans are gonna be frustrated when seeing these takes. 🤷‍♀️

//

I know you already answered this but I’d like to add my two cents on it.

Because I hate to break it to this anon but Charles is not the only driver who gets these kind of comments. As a Max fan I’ve seen probably thousands of these kind of comments made about Max whether it be the 2021 title, cost cap advantage, only winning due to Ferrari being incompetent, having the car built for him, not having a competitive teammate… the list goes on.

But I know how good Max is, I have seen him win titles and break records and that is something no one can take from him.

There are still people out there genuinely believing Checo is better than Max. I know that’s not true but I also know I won’t change (most of) their minds even with facts and evidence so I just move on. Max will answer the haters on track and the record books speak for themselves.

Someone just commented on that original ask as well saying “taking it too seriously” is kind of a moot point when people are insulting etc. but I have to disagree. The people being assholes about their takes in the first place (if they’re being aggressive or personally insulting) are taking it too seriously in the first instance. And the people feeling the need to respond to the nonsense are also taking it too seriously. I’m not saying if someone comes in your inbox and starts shitting on you personally for your opinion that you shouldn’t respond, but people are getting into legit arguments on Twitter about drivers like…if you don’t agree just disengage. You’re not going to change this stranger’s mind by arguing with them and at the end of the day it’s their subjective take on something that’s inconsequential to everyone’s lives in the grand scheme of things.

Do I scroll on Twitter and roll my eyes damn near out of my head whenever I see someone talking about how the fia favours RB or how 2021 is still a thing…yes. Do I feel the need to get on and argue every time I see an ignorant take and contribute to the unpleasantness? No. Because taking someone else’s opinions that personally is just not what I’m about. I don’t think it’s a way to enjoy life. I certainly don’t think it’s a way to enjoy sport/entertainment. Why people want to take up space in their own mind for that should be a comfort and a joy to them with that amount of negativity is beyond me.

And yes, agree. Let the drivers manage their careers and everyone’s opinions on track. I don’t think Charles Leclerc is sitting there thinking “well damn user3725 on Twitter thinks Carlos is a better driver, I wish someone would defend me”, so what’s that all for?

I like a debate but if even 1/2 people can respect both sides of the argument then you’re not debating you’re just having a bitch fight over something irrelevant.

[foreverfairytailfan]

🚨RANNT ABOUT FAIRY TAIL HATE INCOMINGGGG🚨

Long rant. Like LONG long. Feel free to scroll on by but I seriously needed this off my chest so just be prepared if you decide to read it💀 also not trying to (and wont with all due respect) debate with anyone about the things I’ve mentioned below, this is just purely how I feel inside atm, plus it’s super sloppy and emotionally charged; I would’ve done a much better job at talking if it was a debate post, but it’s not lol. Debating stuff about FT can always happen another time on another day so hopefully this post isn’t misunderstood to be starting something, just a simple rant :) okaythanksforyourtimehaveagoodday

Mentions of death, as well as murder/killing

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ARGH THESE FAIRY TAIL HATERS GET ON MY NERVES SOMETIMES FOR REAL! LIKE I GET PERSONAL PREFERENCES BUT THEY HATE OVER THE MOST STUPIDEST THINGS ABOUT IT!!

One thing I always see people complain about is how Fairy Tail hardly has any killings. First of all, wtf??? How have we become so desensitized that we want to see innocent characters to die? Like I get it contributes to good story telling by expressing the emotional process of it all, and I certainly know I’m not immune to a good and gripping character death when it’s done right, but come on do we really need to have people dying left and right ALL THE TIME?? If the story has to have so many deaths 24/7 to make it a good story, is it really a good story?

Second, there was in fact death in Fairy Tail; it’s just not enough death for people to mention apparently?? While the deaths are rare in FT, when they happen I think it hits harder, and it makes it much more personal because it’s not a normal occurrence. It affects you on a deeper level because you weren’t expecting it already, you know? It shows us that death shouldn’t be taken lightly.

Third, death is not gonna happen frequently for Fairy Tail. Why? BECAUSE THEY ARENT ACTIVELY FIGHTING CRIME!! THEY ARE NOT A GUILD ABOUT FIGHTING PEOPLE!!! They. are. not. superheros!! They are a magic guild that cares about family, their town and townspeople, and supporting one another. They always try keep the violence to themselves (aka roughhousing) and taking jobs that can have potential battles involved.

They don’t ask to be dragged into shit like guild wars, fighting literal dragons and crazies, and life threatening forces! They fight because they’re good people who want to protect the ones they love, innocents, and their planet. This is not a shonen about killing their enemies and bathing in their blood and victory, all they want is to have peace and fun with each other. There is more to the story than death. There are multiple tragic things that happen in the series that are just as heartbreaking as a death.

It’s a feel good series that doesn’t focus on the deep negatives, but how people overcome said negatives and use the power of the love for their found family to fight for what’s right. You say it’s a surface level series, but the truth is your not willing to look deeper under it because you can’t be bothered to see there is more to a series than many deaths, killings, etc.

there are so many shows and mangas like FT that don’t get a quarter of hate like FT does and I just think it’s incredibly stupid and unfair to target a show over petty reasons such as LACK OF DEATH?? It’s a wonderful show that is supposed to cheer you up and make you feel happy, why can’t we just have a series that’s exactly like that and still be considered a good story? And yes, Fairy Tail isn’t perfect; no series is. It has its flaws just like any other shonen.

My point is that FT is picked on way too much for reasons that other anime’s display as well, and that there’s a lot of hypocrisy in FT haters. I never understood why Fairy Tail was the scapegoat for all the hate when their favorite shows and mangas do the exact same thing! If Fairy Tail isn’t what you’re looking for, then move on without shitting on it.

The people of Fairy Tail are extremely important to me, as cheesy and cringe as that sounds. They raised me, taught me lessons that I still hold dear to my heart to this day. It has picked me up in times of need while still being able to evoke strong emotions from me. It just gets under my skin when so many people either pick it apart and don’t bother to dig deeper behind the meaning of it, or just sexualize the characters constantly without paying attention to the valuable lessons we could be learning from them instead.

I know it’s just a show/series at the end of the day, and I shouldn’t let it bother me this much; but I can’t help it, the characters are like family to me and have helped me process many emotions and gotten me through dark times. I just think if you’re gonna hate, you should do your research first and then come back with plausible reasons. I respect all opinions (as long as it doesn’t hurt others) and I never try to say that they’re wrong and I’m right blahblahblah because we all have our own preferences and that should be celebrated, as well as be able to have the right to express them; but let’s not over do it with hate outloud and in the open where people can be affected by the hurtful things you say.

[proshiphasfailed]

I will say, that as much as I’m all for paraphiles using fiction and such to not harm real people/animals, just about every pedo and zoo space that I’ve seen actively advocates for pro contact. I’ve mostly only been exposed to zoo spaces though compared to pedo ones.

With that being said

Just about every zoo I’ve come across has been avid for pro contact. Very few are anti contact. Saying that’s it’s not abuse and so on. It’s just so odd to me that they are animal rights activists (a lot of them donate a shit ton to charities and take better care of their pets that I take care of myself lol) but then they are all for sexually abusing animals at the same time. I don’t think it’s because they only want animals to be treated as equals to humans so they can justify sex (some absolutely think this way, but it really seems like a minority from my perspective at least). I honestly thinks it’s because they are extremely deluded by the cult they surround themselves with. It’s an echo chamber of “there’s nothing wrong with being in love”, “animals CAN consent”, and “they also want a sexual relationship with you”. Through various means, I’ve seen these conversations take place and it’s way too similar to a cult. It amazes me that so many proshippers will say that antis are a cult, but when fellow proshippers are actively part of a different cult, they turn a blind eye. Which is why I honestly see paraphile spaces to be extremely harmful imo for the individuals who are a part of these spaces. Sure, there’s the whole “justifying harm to others” thing that’s downright nasty too, but it’s just something I don’t see a ton of people talking about and I wanted to bring it up!

I don’t think people with paraphilias shouldn’t have a space whatsoever, because there are absolutely places that advocate for not acting on those feelings and thoughts and only using fiction as a means to not act on those things. I just think that there’s nuance with what groups people are using as a place for their paraphilias. And things can turn sour quick if people aren’t careful. Because most para spaces I’ve come across are pro contact and disgusting

Sorry for rambling lmao just can’t really talk much about it on my blog

Anti-contact zoos are definitely the minority. And however anti-abuse they want to call themselves they are not the main ones fighting against those that abuse animals. The amount of people proud of raping their pets makes me sick and feel so helpless about not having the power to stop it.

Zoophiles are not animal rights activists. They are just trying to manipulate, obfuscate, and justify their objectification and sexual exploitation of animals. Their victims are always domesticated animals. They’re so convinced that their pets, bred for thousands of years to trust them and be dependent on them, have agency yet won’t try to form a “consensual relationship” with any wild animals like a wolf. I wonder why? Could it be because naturally an animal would have no interest in you and/or physically harm you? Could your “relationship” with your pet be nothing but your delusional anthropomorphication of your horrific exploitation? Makes you think.

There are also different flavors of “anti-contact” zoos. The lines are fuzzy, some think it’s ok to take sexually enticing photos of their pets. You really don’t know where someone’s lines are just because they’re anti-c.

I understand the frustration, it’s why I made this blog. If it can just be a place for people to vent about the awful things they’ve witnessed that’s fine.

Anti-c’s have to do better if they want to be taken seriously as anti-abuse. They casually share content made by pro-c’s all the time. And that so many of them tolerate pro-c at the very least makes it seem unshakable. You are one person removed from a pro-c at all times.

Anti-c’s also share symbols with offending zoophiles and don’t seem to have an issue with that.

[house-of-slayterr]

Medical Rant!

Bruh, you’re telling me instead of just giving me the medication I was previously on for 3 years with my last insurance, my new insurance decides I need to try other things first (if they bothered to read my chart, I’ve tried everything else already and half of them made me violently I’ll, which is why I was on the fancy expensive medication in the first place), and charges me fucking $85… for a god damn partial perscription!!!

They didn’t even give me a full dose of this medication that I already know doesn’t fucking work (so I’m not even gonna take it), for $85… that like an entire days of work at my job before they take away tax… this is bullshit.

To people who think disabled people are “lazy” and “leeching off the government” no the fuck we aren’t! They continuously punish us for not being able bodied, and then call us sensitive snowflakes for being upset about shit like this.

This is the 9th month in a row they’ve denied me my migraine medications. I get migraines so bad I have seizures and partial paralysis (this can last a few hours, or the worst one, a few fucking months). The reason for them denying it “you need to have more than 3 migraines a week” wanna take a guess as to why I don’t meet the requirement? Because when I was on the fucking medication, it was working. I’m being punished because my medication was “working too well” so now I don’t get to have it.

I fucking hate the medical system in America, it’s a god damn joke: I say this with confidence having been in medical school and worked in a hospital. This is literally the main reason I’m moving out of state and just upending my life right now. (Hence not writing as much, but once I’m settled I’m bring back all my old series and a few new ones, don’t worry 🥰)

The hospitals have just decided I must be faking everything (even though you physically cannot fake symptoms like seizures, low oxygen, bleeding in the intestines, ect…) and they want me to go to a specialty hospital because they’re too lazy to just test for rare disorders. But the specialty hospital has been ghosting me for 3 years. And I decided I’m sick of just waiting around to die since apparently no one’s gonna take my health seriously but me.

I can’t wait to start feeling better, and Hopefully when I move and get new state insurance and reapply for disability, I won’t have to work myself to the bone just to afford to function and live like a normal human. I’m done being a pushover, next health official to ignore or gaslight me, is getting fired off my medical team, and I’m going to report them. I don’t care if I’m “ruining their job” maybe they should treat patients like fucking people, they’re doing it to themselves and I no longer have any sympathy.

I promise, most people aren’t trying to swindle the system or trick you. Disabled people just want to feel better and not be in pain and constantly on the brink of death all the time. That shouldn’t be too much of an ask. Yet everyone still treats us like we’re in their way and making the world worse somehow.

If this racist as hospital treats me like I’m “drug seeking” one more time, when I’ve never asked for pain meds, and have literally denied them before so I wouldn’t be seen as a “pill junkie” and hopefully get real help. Also if they give me one of the medications I’m fucking allergic to one more time, despite it literally being AT THE TOP OF MY FUCKING CHART!!! I’m gonna scream. Stop trying to murder me!

Fuck the government!

Fuck the health care system!

And more importantly, fuck ableism and inaccessibility!