#I’m gonna be honest she was so real for that. I’ve been having a normal one over here and

[cure-icy-writes]

Something I don’t think is talked about enough in revolutionary girl Utena meta is the way it plays with tropes in regards to her parents. The first thing the show tells you is that they both died when she was a kid, and a prince comforted her. So it seems like her parents only ever existed for the sake of her Prince.

And on another level, there’s the way she’s more vulnerable to Akio’s bullshit specifically because she’s lonely, because she wants a family.

But then you find out just how fucking devastated she was, how this utterly shattered her worldview and taught her that nothing is forever. She was maybe seven years old? I’m not an expert on child development but I feel like that’s going to have some impact on your attachment style. Her prince was actually kind of a dick. And it humanizes her, it asks you to view a little girl’s tragedy as a devastating psychological impact rather than just fuel for a man to step in and save her. It tells you that this is not a story about a prince, but a frankly fucked up little girl who is now a moderately ill adjusted teenage sapphic.

[katshelluvacritic]

Charlie Morningstar is probably one of the worst written characters I’ve seen in the series.

(This one’s gonna be a long one…)

Ok…. So I watched all six episodes and to be honest I’m pretty much pissed off by this character specifically. This might be more of a rant rather than a critique, so I do understand that not everything I say in this will end up being as constructive exactly but I genuinely need to get this off my chest, especially since she is a character I’ve specifically and recently been hyper fixating on before the show released…

(Side note: I realized the post was very long so, to have it be easier to read I added titles for each section! Hope this helps)

!!WARNING FOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES BTW!!

> Charlie lacks the qualities of being a main character.

Now besides the piss poor excuse of an introduction for her (and the rest of the cast) in the main series, I honestly question why exactly Charlie specifically is the “protagonist” in the first place (and I say protagonist with the biggest of quotes here, you’ll see why).

In the first episode of the series “overture”, we don’t really see much of her character, most of the time we’re shown screen time of Vicky (a nickname I made for v*ggie since I’m not gonna call her by her genitalia thank you) trying to make an ad for the hotel and even when we do get the screen time of her, she’s barely doing anything other than hearing viv’s self insert- I mean- Adam just go on and on about whatever he’s talking about.

And when Charlie does go on to explain her plan to redeem sinners she’s just interrupted and then stands there when they start singing hell is forever, she doesn’t “go off” like the hazbin Twitter says, she just stands there and then tries to say something only to get interrupted again and again and then gets pushed out of the meeting room before going back to the hotel to see it’s spread across in the news that the next extermination happens in 6 months.

Now although one might argue “Well didn’t Charlie at one point said in the show that giving orders is so mean?” Well yes but again, Charlie is literally the princess of pride ring, you would think that since her parents are literally rulers of pride, they would’ve probably teach her how to stand on her two feat, especially if your RUNNING A HOTEL. And the thing is, she has stood up and did so in episode 6 and the goddamn pilot (which is at this point is probably canon due to Charlie calling it the hazbin hotel instead of happy hotel), even going as far as to fight Katie Killjoy because she thought it was stupid.

Not only that but the episodes after overture, her screen time lessens until somewhat in 5 and 6. She doesn’t really appear that much in the between these episodes to the point where she feels like a supporting character rather than a protagonist. And when she does get screen time, she’s either forgettable at best and infuriating at worst.

> Charlie’s character is poorly written and just dumb.

In the episodes past overture, she’s literally rock solid stupid that I literally screamed in real life multiple times “you’re a fucking idiot” because of how frustrated I was from what she was doing, In episode 2 she literally trusted sir pentious to go to her hotel even though he almost destroyed her place and in episode 6 thought it was a hunky dory idea to let a person who literally exploded buildings to take charge of giving her employees a “good time”. Yes it could be played off as her being naive but if she’s that naive of a person then maybe she shouldn’t be a boss of a hotel to rehabilitate sinners.

Heck, in episode 4, Charlie gets pissed off and turns into her demon form because val literally started hurting Angel when he followed him into the room (and rightfully so) but when angel tells her to leave and drags her out of the studio, she’s just in her normal form and fucks off??? Reminder she’s literally the princess of hell! She could beat the shit out of val if she wants to, why did she just fucked off after angel had her leave?

“But Kat, what if something bad happens to angel if valentino dies?” Like what? If it was explained that if an overlord dies then the sinners that made a deal with them die too or something like that then yeah, that would make sense but we don’t know that whether or not that’s the case, if anything angel could be just fine after Valentino dies but we don’t know that.

And even when Charlie had the opportunity to go out there and apologize to him herself after he stormed out of the hotel, she and Vicky just send Husk to do it. And I have to ask, WHY? HUSK didn’t know what was happening to Angel earlier. HUSK wasn’t at the porn studio that Angel was working at. CHARLIE WAS….

“Well Kat, what if Charlie was scared about making things worse?” Fair enough, but again sending Husk is a stupid idea, I feel like it would’ve AT LEAST made sense if she sent Vicky out there. Because Charlie didn’t know if husk could fight (if you could even call it that, all he did was throw cards at people), BUT SHE KNEW VICKY COULD THOUGH. But nah we gotta do it for the ship right?

And then Charlie had the gull to be crying that angel forgave her after she fucked up, like shut the fuck up… it’s like if viv looked at a bunch of chars that had the optimistic care-free ‘ish personality and thought that meant making her as pathetic as a baby crying that they didn’t get a lollipop from their mommy.

Like I’m gonna be honest with you, it’s literally gone to a point where I think Orel Puppington (aka the 11 yo Christian kid who worships Jesus and gets harmful lessons from other Christians) makes a better Charlie Morningstar than the Charlie Morningstar herself!

And that thought is justified when he tried to go help people in Sinville, “Kat he ended up turning into a pimp at the end of the episode” yeah but AT LEAST HE TRIED TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING! Which leads me to another question….

> How is Charlie gonna redeem sinners exactly???

Like honestly, I’m serous with this one. How is Charlie gonna redeem these guys?

I ask this because in the series, she barely does ANYTHING to help these guys, she and the rest of the characters just sit around and then do an activity that is the equivalent of something you would do in kindergarten except it’s with ADULTS.

I don’t know about you but If your idea of helping people is doing just that and nothing else, then the only thing the people around you are gonna get is them being annoyed at first and eventually walking out with thinking your not helping them but rather just treating them like a baby who doesn’t know anything, and the only thing your gonna get personally is nothing because you did dick all.

Like other than that she pretty much just whines about sinners not going to her hotel and oh gee I wonder why, it’s not like your not doing anything to help these sinners not committing sins anymore, oh definitely not, your absolutely being helpful.

“Oh but Kat! Charlie was born in hell, how can she know how to help people? She’s not from the human world so, she wouldn’t exactly know how to help these people!” I would tell you to look at the world building for the series and it’s spin off but that’s a whole other can of beans that I don’t wanna cover today and this is already getting to long, so y’know what? We’ll go with that.

If Charlie didn’t know how to help people and was trying to figure out what she can do to help sinners get better, then why didn’t she just ask her employees for suggestions? Y’know, the other sinners who were from the human world and had experiences while they were alive and such?

Yeah, I get that not all of their advice would be exactly good or healthy (since they’re sinners who’ve done many bad things after all) BUT ITS AT LEAST SOMETHING FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!

She literally does nothing, she just expects you to immediately get better after some improvisations or whatever other activities she does and once you’ve done one nice thing then boom you’re close to redemption.

> Conclusion.

Charlie Morningstar is (like I said in the beginning) probably one of the worst characters in the hazbin hotel series, she at best a stereotype of the “everything is sunshines and rainbows” character tropes and at worst is a pathetic excuse of a main character and is nothing but a rotten shell of her character from the pilot.

I would go on about how her design’s also bad but I’m sure millions of people have already said the same issues and I’ve already posted my redesign of her before the show dropped.

I might plan on posting a rewrite of her or maybe explain my problems with another character or episode but I don’t know.

But until then, I’ll see y’all later!

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts   ━ from various tv shows, part 13

i need a life away from death.

you are so cute when you theorize.

i’m kidding myself to believe you’re really open to being with someone as open as me.

i think it might be too late for you.

not a lot of people wanted to take a shot on me right now.

i don’t date. i don’t even know where to start.

fuck what you wanted.

you have a gun. why won’t you use it?

there she is. there’s the fucking killer.

i’m so done with trying to be more. 

you raised me from the dead.

everyone wanted to get out of here. you at least had a shot.

i’ll figure something out. but i’ll figure it out alone.

i’m uninterested in letting the past define me.

i’m not gonna ask you for help. i’m not gonna ask you for anything.

you know i wouldn’t say no. not to you.

will you two just make out already? get it over with.

we do not have to stay here.

i don’t wanna be me anymore. 

i am so sorry, but i need your help.

i feel like i’m hanging on by a thread here.

this will be so fun. a little slumber party.

we’ve both done terrible things, but we’ve done them for each other.

can’t tell if it’s been 20 minutes or 8 hours.

when it really comes down to it, you’re like… wallpaper.

are you mad at me now?

we don’t have to be friends for me to make sure you’re okay.

don’t you just assume that i’ll go along with whatever you say.

i never really thought of us as a “we.”

if i’m the right person, i think it’s supposed to be easy.

closing your eyes to reality doesn’t change anything, it just makes you blind.

we’re just two tired, shitty people who needed to feel something.

i don’t think he’s ever talked to a woman in a hoodie before.

i’m not gonna make you pay rent. i kicked you out.

you’ve got your own life, and i’m taking up too much space in it.

you can’t rise above something if it’s eating you up inside.

up until 20 minutes ago, i didn’t know i liked you.

i’ve never been confused about the fact that i’m a piece of shit.

does that make her a murderer, or just… quirky?

so i’m not normal because i want to live my life the way i want to?

turns out i’m actually good at doing terrible things to people who have it coming to them.

sometimes taking the high road is overrated. especially if it’s driving you crazy.

you keep coming back alive, don’t you?

if this is you broken, stay broken. 

maybe we can die alone together.

i’ve done some shit. i’m like a monster now. i hurt people. 

i just risk everything, so that afterwards, when it’s done, i just die alone.

you think i can pull off big and violent?

can we just talk for a minute and i’ll fuck off after if you want?

i am realizing i used to think you were kind of stupid.

what the hell are you supposed to do if you can’t close your eyes and picture a better life?

do you ever think about trying to have just a little bit of fun?

i just need to be depressed and alone.

i was in some sort of delusional state last year.

it’s only when you’re alone that the real haunting begins.

i’m just here because i’m so fucking supportive.

oh, i see. you’re funny all the time now.

something great happened to me, and that’s all i care about.

i think you know i think you’re pretty.

from where i’m sitting, you wanted someone to listen and nod and agree with you.

do not fucking follow me.

you can’t live in fear. you gotta be honest with yourself.

i’m always impressed with how you can make nothing to do with you all about you.

we’re in that mutually assured destruction territory now, yeah? 

actually, i just wasn’t having any fun.

just take care of yourself. alright? and i’ll do the same.

we’ll be depressed together because i am not leaving you here alone.

i had a stupid fight with someone.

basically, i was embarrassed.

you blew up my life. was that just for fun?

i’m trying to be less of an idiot now.

if you do not stop smiling at me like that, then i’m gonna have to kiss you. 

are you gonna be this romantic all year?

like it or not, you have a way of bringing people together.

what scares me even more is that i need you.

why don’t we just be scared together?

i think… i think i cheated.

today’s the worst day that i’ve had in a decade.

fuck that, i am not leaving you here.

i’m always ready to lie to an adult.

you’re only honest when it serves you. 

i don’t have the energy to pretend to be nice.

damn, you make it hard not to love you.

sometimes looking the part is more important than what’s really going on.

so if we hate each other so much, then why do we keep ending up in the same fucking room?

i am a walking shit show. i’ve let people down multiple times.

that kiss was just me fucking things up like i always do. nothing more.

there’s so much anger between us. maybe that’s how it’s always gonna be.

you don’t know me like that.

are you always this fucking helpful?

your skin glows like your heart holds a piece of the sun.

do you always change the subject when things get complicated?

[cokoladasljesnjakom]

tag you're it

bucky barnes x fem! reader

a/n: this took me 5 days to write and GOD it was hard. the ideas were running around my mind like crazy tho. but I had fun writing this. i cant wait for the rest tho. enjoy your reading and do your thing girl. HAVE FUN YALL! 🙏 (HES SO PRETTY IN THAT GIF OH MY GOD AAAAAHHHH 😻😻😻)

word count: around 4k?

warrnings: blood, guns, sad max, shadow (shes a warning okay?), trauma from the past and yeah.

prologue part i

Max’s grip tightened around the steering wheel, his mind spiraling. 'five years. five damn years, and this guy figures it out in a week? how the hell does he do it? while I’ve been chasing dead ends, he’s been living his life like it’s nothing. maybe I just suck at this. maybe I should’ve done more. maybe I could’ve stopped them. maybe... maybe I could’ve saved her.'

he slammed his fist against the wheel, the pain sharp but grounding. "this is my fault. It always has been," he muttered.

his thoughts were like wildfire, scorching everything in their path. the guilt. the rage. the self-loathing. but the one thing that always stuck with him was the pain of not being able to protect her—of failing his older sister.

pulling into the parking lot, Max forced himself to take a deep breath. the weight on his chest didn’t lighten, but he fought it down. he grabbed the croissant and locked the car, hoping the small gesture would at least make the meeting feel somewhat normal, plus hungry sam isn't on his list. he doesn't like that sam. so maybe if he could get through this conversation with Sam, he could push forward.

Max walked into the café and immediately spotted Sam, who was sipping his coffee and already looking as annoyed as ever. Max barely had time to open his mouth before Sam threw a sarcastic jab his way.

“every damn time. I show up on time, wait half an hour like an idiot, and then you show up like a lost puppy after an hour and a half. why, Max? What’s the deal? am I just supposed to be the fool in this partnership?” sam teased max.

Max, still a bit tight from his thoughts, handed Sam the paper bag with the croissant. Sam’s sarcastic tone didn’t faze him at all.

smirking to himself he knew that sam hated when he was late. “yeah, yeah. you’re lucky I remembered. figured you might need something to stop complaining.”

when he sat down, Sam eyed him, raising an eyebrow as he took the croissant and unwrapped it. “shit. you actually remembered something. pistachio, huh? guess you’re not as useless as you look.”

frowning, but clearly amused, max replied “it’s pistachio, dipshit. i’m not gonna bring you chocolate. you’ve got a weird obsession with that stuff.” and when he says weird he means it. seriously that guys obssession with pistachios is insane.

once when they were watching a movie, sam took a whole ass bag of pistachio's just to munch on them while watching the movie. till this day he has a serious trauma from it.

taking a bite, looking up at Max with a mischievous grin, sam said “you’re right, pistachio’s better. you actually do have taste. i'll admit that much.”

"yeah no shit. seriously when is that obsession going to stop, man? its concerning for both your health and mine." max shook his head trying to shake off the flashbacks he had.

sam eyed max offendedly and shook his head in disbelief. "you're one to talk kid. look your obsession with those drawn girls? now thats concerning. actually now that we are talking about it, why dont you have a girlfriend to bring you back to the place you're supposed to be, huh?"

feeling his cheeks getting hot, max tried to change the subject of the conversation and get to the real point. "that doesn't makes and sense right now. we are not here to talk about that, but something else."

sam chuckled because he knew he hit a weak spot and to be honest? he did not care. hes older than him for gods sake. 'kids these days man. always in the trouble.' he thought to himself.

as they sat down, Sam tossed a thick file of papers on the table. max’s frustration was starting to bubble over again, especially at the sheer amount of paperwork.

annoyed and tired from all the teasing, but with a clear sarcasam in his voice he asked “why the hell do you still do this, Sam? why not bring a tablet or something? you could make this whole thing easier. we’re not in the 90s, man. this isn’t your high school history project.”

smirking while munching on the croissant, sam teased “i like the paper, alright? old school. you should try it sometime.”

Max couldn’t help but roll his eyes. there was always some excuse for everything with Sam.

“whatever. but you still haven’t told me anything useful. we have a lead on her or what?” max asked in curiosity.

Sam leaned back, wiping his mouth, and pushed the folder closer to Max.

more seriously now sam said “you’re right. I’m not here to screw around. I found something that might actually help. hydra’s been holding someone, and it lines up with everything we’ve been looking for. could be her.”

Max paused, staring at the papers for a long moment. It was hard to believe after all this time. Was this real?

gritting his teeth, a little frustrated “you know how many times I’ve heard maybe it’s her, Sam? we need something concrete.”

leaning forward, tone more intense “I know. but this is more than just a maybe. they’ve been shifting people around, and this one’s high priority. we get in, we get the intel. then we plan how to get her out. we’ve got one shot at this.”

Max’s face hardens with determination as he flips through the papers, his pulse picking up at the thought of her possibly being so close. but his mind is also spinning—this time could be different, but there’s a lot on the line.

Max sighed, rubbing his temples, feeling the pressure building. He glanced at Sam, who was already pulling out his phone to make calls.

“alright, what’s the plan? how do i get in? how do i find her?”

grinning a little, still working the phone sam said “you do the running around, make sure Hydra’s too busy with you to notice me hacking into their systems. i’ll handle the details. you get the glory.”

nodding with a smirk, max replied “you know, I love it when you act all calm and smart. it makes me look even cooler when I’m the one doing the real work.”

without missing a beat, not looking up from the phone “yeah, sure, Max. you’re definitely the one doing the work. just don’t blow everything up before I finish the plan.”

grinning as he stands up, max teased “don’t worry, I’ve got this. you just focus on not getting us caught.”

Max turned to walk away, but Sam’s voice called after him.

almost mockingly sam teased back “don’t get yourself arrested, alright? I’m not bailing you out again.”

grinning as he leaves, like a mantra, max says “you say that like it’s not part of the plan.”

chuckling to himself, Sam walked away and drove off, leaving Max alone with his thoughts.

'am I really going to do this? am I really going to find her?'

the doubt gnawed at him, but deep down, he already knew the answer. "God, I hope so. I really do."

fifteen years apart, and still, his sister was the most important person in his life. he had looked up to her when they were kids. he still did—even after she was taken away.

Max sighed and got into his car, starting the engine as he pulled onto the road.

traffic was heavier than usual—clogged, but not fully stopped. he weaved forward slowly, his fingers tapping impatiently against the wheel.

then, he noticed them.

two men in police uniforms were moving between cars, asking questions and checking IDs. it looked routine enough, but something about the way they carried themselves put Max on edge.

his turn came faster than expected. one of the officers approached, leaning down slightly.

"ID, sir."

Max handed it over without a word, his muscles tensing the moment the officer’s eyes locked onto his. there was something in his gaze—something too sharp, too focused.

the man barely glanced at the ID before reaching for his walkie-talkie.

he turned slightly, murmuring something too quiet for Max to hear.

Max’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. What the hell is happening?

the officer’s body language changed—his movements slow, deliberate, as if he were both careful and calculating. his fingers curled tightly around the walkie-talkie, knuckles slightly white.

Max furrowed his brows. He had seen men act like that before. not cops. Soldiers. operatives trained to stay alert at all times.

his instincts screamed at him.

something isn’t right.

should he ask what was going on? play it cool? worst-case scenario—run.

subtly, he adjusted his posture, keeping his breathing steady. his gun was still tucked safely under his seat. If things went south, at least he wasn’t unarmed.

after a few seconds that stretched too long, the man turned back to him, nodding stiffly.

"thank you for your service, sir. you can go."

the words sounded polite, but there was a sneer beneath them. like the man knew something Max didn’t.

Max didn’t hesitate. he nodded, muttered a quick "yeah, sure," and pressed on the gas. but as he pulled away, his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.

the officer was still watching him.

and then, he spoke into the walkie-talkie again.

while driving, max looked at his rearview mirror and checked if the police man was still looking at him and every time he turned around he did.

stopping on a red light he reached for his phone to call sam and after fourth ring he answered.

"what do you need right now huh? that talk wasnt enough good for you? or you just need an advice how to bag a real girl instead of looking at those drawn girls youre drooling?" sam teased hoping it would cheer him up a little bit, but max wasnt in the mood. after that stunt hes more on the edge than he ever has been.

"Sam, something's happening. Something bad, man. And it’s not good."

Gripping the wheel to the point his knuckles were white, Max kept glancing at his rearview mirror. The so-called cop was still there, still watching, still talking into that damn walkie-talkie.

"I don’t know what it is yet, but I can feel it. They’re onto me."

His pulse was hammering in his ears as he pressed down on the gas, trying to put some distance between him and whatever the hell was about to go down.

"I think it’s Hydra."

Static crackled over the line before Sam’s voice finally came through, sharp and laced with concern.

"Where are you, Max?"

"Still stuck in traffic, but I’m moving. Listen, if I don’t call back in five minutes—"

A sudden screech of tires behind him made Max whip his head around. A black SUV had just pulled out of a side street, merging into traffic fast. Too fast to be normal.

"Shit," Max muttered under his breath.

His grip tightened even more.

"Sam, I think I’ve got company."

There was a pause, then a sigh. "You sure?"

"Not yet." He took another turn. The SUV followed. Shit. "But I will be soon."

Max’s mind raced. If this was Hydra, then this wasn’t just some random tail. They were waiting for something—for the right moment to make a move.

"Alright," Sam’s voice was calmer now, more focused. "Listen to me. Don’t freak out. Don’t run. Not yet."

Max gritted his teeth. "Wasn’t planning on it."

"Good. If they’re following you, they’re waiting for confirmation. They don’t know if you’re actually you yet. Don’t give them a reason to be sure."

Max’s grip loosened just a little. Sam was right. If they knew, they would’ve already acted. Right now, they were just watching.

Waiting.

"Okay," Max muttered, switching lanes casually. The SUV mirrored him a second later.

Yeah. He was definitely being followed.

"Sam," he said, voice lower now, "I really, really don’t like being watched."

"Yeah, well, try not to look so damn suspicious, genius."

Max huffed, rolling his shoulders. "Any advice, smartass?"

"Yeah. Keep driving. Act normal. And get somewhere public before they decide to make a move."

Max’s lips pressed into a thin line.

"Public, huh?"

His eyes flicked to an upcoming intersection. A plan was already forming.

"I know just the place."

"wait what do you mean? youre taking your other buddies to the secret places too? damn man thats cold. and here I thought i was your best friend. thats cold man." sam said offendedly.

Max rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on the wheel.

"Yeah, yeah, now shut up—I’m trying to concentrate."

"Fine, but just so you know, my feelings are deeply wounded."

Max ignored him, making a sharp turn onto a side street, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. The black SUV was still there.

Still following.

The tension in his gut coiled tighter. They weren’t even trying to be subtle anymore.

"Sam."

"Yeah?"

"Still got that feeling something bad’s about to happen?"

"Oh, absolutely."

Max’s knuckles were white against the wheel, his heart hammering as the so-called police car sped up behind him.

the sirens weren’t blaring.

that’s how he knew something was seriously wrong.

before he could react, the car slammed into him from the side.

“shit—!” the impact sent his car spinning, tires screeching against the asphalt. he yanked the wheel, trying to gain control, but the car was skidding—swerving—going straight for a row of parked cars.

and then— gunfire.

bullets ripped through his windshield.

“FUCK—” Max ducked, hands still gripping the wheel as glass shattered around him.

his earpiece crackled to life."MAX? MAX, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

"OH, I DON’T KNOW, SAM, MAYBE THE FACT THAT I’M BEING HUNTED LIKE A GODDAMN ANIMAL?!"

more bullets. more fucking bullets.

Max reached under his seat, grabbing his gun while still trying not to die.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? GET OUTTA THERE, MAN!" sam was stressed and sam is never stressing like this.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN TRYING TO DO, DIPSHIT? YOU’RE NO HELP AT ALL!"

Max yanked the wheel hard right, his car screeching around a corner. he wasn’t outrunning these guys—he needed to lose them.

he swerved into a crowded market street, narrowly avoiding a fruit stand. people screamed, diving out of the way. the Hydra agents weren’t slowing down.

and then he saw it— someone standing in the middle of the street.

dark tactical suit. black mask. rifle raised.

aiming right at him.

Max’s stomach dropped.

"Son of a—" BOOM. a bomb rolled under his car. a fucking bomb. Max didn’t think—he acted.

he threw himself out of the car.

the explosion sent him flying, heat licking at his back as his car flipped—twice—

before crashing onto its roof.

everything spun. pain shot through his ribs. his ears were ringing.

and when he looked up— the masked figure was standing over him. gun aimed right at his head.

fuck.

he reached for his gun— but the figure kicked it away.

the person,  now standing right in frint of him, spoke in a slow voice "не такой быстрый солдат."

Max swallowed thickly, mind racing.

he was unarmed. he was injured.

and this person— whoever the hell they were— was about to put a bullet in his head, but when they took a step closer-Max was already moving.

he lunged—grabbing a jagged piece of metal from the wreckage—and threw it.

It wasn’t a perfect shot. but it was enough.

the masked figure dodged—just barely—giving Max the one second he needed.

he ran.

ducking into the crowd, he kept his head low, weaving between people. He could still hear Hydra agents behind him, still felt the masked figure’s gaze burning into his back.

his earpiece crackled. "MAX?! WHAT HAPPENED?"

"change of plans buddy, im bringing the hell to you" max whispered

"FUCKING—WHY?!"

Max grinned despite the blood in his mouth. "because I think I just pissed off Hydra’s best assassin."

and she really, really wants me dead.

ONE HOUR LATER

By the time Max made it to Sam’s place, he was barely standing. His legs felt like cement. His ribs? Probably cracked. His head? Pounding.And the worst part? He had to walk the whole damn way here. An hour. On foot. Bleeding.

He slammed his fist against the doorbell and leaned against the doorway, gasping for air. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but his injuries? Way worse. His ribs throbbed under his torn hoodie, an ugly purple bruise spreading across his side.

His entire body screamed for rest, but his mind was still stuck in that moment.

The masked assassin. The bomb. The gun pointed at his head.

He swallowed hard, pushing the thought away.

The door swung open, and there was Sam—arms crossed, shaking his head.

“Jesus, Max.” Sam looked him up and down, unimpressed. “You’re always getting yourself into some dumbass situation.”

Max groaned, shuffling past him and immediately collapsing onto the couch.

Sam watched, unimpressed. “How are you still alive?”

Max waved a weak hand in the air. “I’m built different.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but a small smirk tugged at his lips as he walked toward the bathroom. “I swear, man. You’re like a goddamn cockroach.”

“Yeah, well, this cockroach just died and you weren’t there to help me. That’s low, Sam. Real low.”

Sam’s voice echoed from the bathroom. “Oh, I don’t know—maybe because I was screaming at you to get the hell out and you weren’t listening?!”

Max exhaled a tired laugh, running a shaky hand over his face. His body ached in places he didn’t even know could hurt.

A minute later, Sam returned, first aid kit in hand. He plopped down beside Max, flipping it open. “Need help?”

Max took one look at him and scoffed. “What, you wanna kiss it better?”

Sam shoved the gauze at his chest. “Fix your damn face, dumbass.”

Max chuckled weakly, winking as he grabbed the gauze and started patching up his busted eyebrow.

But then—Sam’s expression changed.

Something more serious.

He watched Max carefully. Too carefully.

“How’d they find you?” His voice was low, tense. “You’re careful. You don’t slip up. You don’t leave tracks. Did you—?”

Max immediately shook his head. “I didn’t do anything, Sam.”

Silence.

Sam didn’t look convinced.

Max swallowed, his hands suddenly trembling.

His voice was quieter when he spoke next.

“…Sam.”

Something about the way he said it— soft, uncertain, almost afraid— made Sam’s posture stiffen.

Max exhaled shakily, his jaw clenched.

“I think I found her.”

The words hit the room like a bomb.

Sam’s breath caught. He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

Max turned to him, and for the first time in a long time—his eyes were glassy.

Raw. Torn between hope and devastation.

Sam opened his mouth. Closed it.

“…Max.”

Max looked down at his hands. “I don’t know if it was really her, but—” His voice cracked. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his blood-matted hair.

“I think—I think she tried to kill me.”

And just like that—the world stopped.

The silence between them was heavy.

Max felt it—the way Sam shifted uncomfortably. The tension in his shoulders. The way he didn’t know what to say.

Max exhaled, forcing a chuckle as he adjusted his position, setting the first aid kit aside. He shouldn’t have said anything.

“Sorry, man,” he muttered, pushing himself off the couch. “Didn’t mean to make things weird.”

Sam immediately shook his head. “No, Max, it’s alright.”

But Max was already walking away. His throat felt dry, tight. He needed something, anything to pull his thoughts away from this.

He poured himself a glass of water, gripping the cup a little too tightly.

Sam hesitated, then exhaled. “Sorry that happened, man.” A small pause. Soft. Honest. “Wish I was there to save your ass.”

Max let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

“Yeah, huh.” He took a slow sip of water, swallowing past the lump in his throat. “And listen to this—I’m not even sure if that was her.”

His voice wavered.

Sam froze.

Max scoffed bitterly, rubbing at his face. “I don’t even know if that person was my sister. Or—or if that person was even a woman.”

He felt it before he realized it.

Tears. Hot, angry, silent. Grief clawed at his chest, raw and relentless. It wasn’t fair.

He had spent years—years—searching for her.

And now?

Now she was nothing but a shadow with a gun to his head.

He let out a hollow laugh, voice breaking.

“Sam… I—” His breath hitched. His hands clenched at the counter. “I don’t even know my sister.”

And that? That hurt worse than any bullet.

Sam didn’t hesitate this time.

He got up, crossed the room, and pulled Max into a hug.

Max stiffened, but only for a second.

Because, god—he needed this.

He let himself sink into it, gripping the back of Sam’s shirt like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

Sam didn’t say anything.

Didn’t tell him it’d be okay. Didn’t promise him things he couldn’t guarantee.

He just held him.

Because what else could he do?

Max’s hands clenched in Sam’s shirt, his voice a low, shaking whisper.

"I’m going to kill them all. Every last one of them. One by one."

Sam stiffened. He’d heard that tone before.

A promise. A death sentence.

Sam tightened his grip around Max and pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes.

"And I’m here to help you, buddy. Alright?" His hands gripped Max’s shoulders, grounding him. Holding him up. "Whatever you need—I’m here."

Max stared at him for a moment, really looked at him. And he realized—this man had been by his side through all of it.

The good, the bad. The moments where Max could barely hold himself together.

Sam had been there. Always.

A choked chuckle broke through Max’s lips. He wiped at his face, forcing the tears away. Enough of that.

"Yeah, well… we better get on with it soon," he muttered, straightening up. "Because I swear to god, Sam, I wanna feel their faces on my knuckles, y’know? Like Captain America. But the bad guy version."

Sam snorted, shaking his head as he clapped a hand on Max’s shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, dipshit. We’ll get to that." His voice softened. "But first? Clean yourself up. Get some rest."

Max frowned. "I’m fi—"

Sam pointed. "You walked in here with your head gushing blood. Go. Now."

Max huffed but didn’t argue. He muttered something about "bossy assholes" under his breath as he grabbed the first aid kit and disappeared down the hall.

Sam let out a breath, running a hand down his face. Jesus.

Max collapsed into bed, staring up at the ceiling, his whole body aching. His mind racing.

He had found her.

And he had lost her all over again.

His fingers curled into the sheets, his breath unsteady.

'I promise you—I’m going to save you. No one is going to stop me. Just wait for me. Please.'

His eyelids grew heavy.

Darkness pulled him under.

MEANWHILE

3 HOURS EARLIER

She stood still. Back straight, shoulders squared, breath even.

The suit was tight. Heavy. But it felt like nothing.

Because she felt nothing.

She had been given her equipment—knives, firearms, explosives—all perfectly placed, strapped to her like an extension of her own body. Like she had been born to carry them.

She hadn’t been born for this.

But she had been made for it.

And now, she stood in front of Vasily, waiting. For the command. For the only thing that mattered.

The girl she was before? She didn’t exist anymore.

The only thing left was this.

Cold. Ruthless. Empty. A weapon with one purpose.

To eliminate Max Harrison. Her brother. But she didn’t know that. She wasn’t allowed to know that.

Vasily took a step forward, studying her with sharp, hungry eyes. His voice was smooth, calculated. Testing her. Waiting for weakness.

“Тень?” Shadow?

Her response was instant. Programmed.

“Готов подчиняться.” Ready to comply.

Not a flicker of hesitation. No fear. No anger. No doubt.

She was perfect.

Vasily’s lips curled into something almost amused.

"Устранить цель. Медленно и устойчиво." Eliminate the target. Slow and steady.

He was watching her. Waiting for a crack in the armor. For a flicker of resistance.

Because he wanted her to break.

If she broke, he could put her back together again.

If she cracked, he could rip her apart and rebuild her.

Just like before.

But there was nothing.

No hesitation. No flicker of recognition.

Only the mission.

Only the orders.

“Да, сэр.” yes sir

And then she was gone.

To do the “right” thing.

She wasn’t alone. He was there, too. The infamous Winter Soldier. Silent. Unmoving. A shadow carved into flesh and metal.

Different mission. Same purpose.

Cold. Distant. Focused.

There was nothing behind his eyes. Nothing but the mission.

Just like her.

She turned her head slightly, her voice steady. Unshaken.

"Солдат." Soldier.

His response came instantly, without thought.

"Тень." Shadow.

No warmth. No familiarity. Just recognition. Just an echo of something long gone.

Because once, before all this, people had looked at them and said they were meant to be.

Perfect for each other.

But the universe had other plans.

It had torn them apart, piece by piece. Rebuilt them into ghosts. Into weapons sharpened to the breaking point.

And now?

They were together again—but not as people..As something else entirely.

Because it wasn’t like they had a choice.

And soon, the world would feel the weight of what they had become.

[my-castles-crumbling]

I have a problem Cas… I think im in love. 

Okay so, there’s this girl. We’ve been best friends like 5 years. I mean i’ve always- okay I don’t know how to explain this. 

I’m basically a fan-fiction come to fucking life. 

So i’m Demisexual, and last year I decided to come out to my family. I don’t know if other Demi ppl have preferences of gender, but I don’t. Honestly labels confuse me. I’m not sure if technically i’m Biromantic and Demisexual but hey, the point is- and what I explained to my family- that i’d be open to dating anyone. 

Basically i was telling them I wasn’t straight. (Obviously Demisexual is also about sexual activities and people and stuff but I wasn’t gonna try and explain to my parents that I don’t really get attracted to random ppl- cause they don’t get it- and I didn’t want to accidentally start talking abt sex). 

So anyway, they were not happy. Have you watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine? There’s this clip where the character Rosa comes out as Bi and her parents are like “That’s okay, since you can still date a man and marry a man and be normal” and they were like that for me (i’m a girl in case that wasn’t obvious- so they wanted me to date a man).

And I didn’t really care to be honest. I had an equal level of straight friends to queer friends, I felt suitably in both worlds. I truly love my family. They’ve always been good to me. But they did imply if I did end up with a girl, they wouldn’t want to meet/know her.

Not to mention the religious trauma. I spent a shit ton of time listening to ppl tell me that same-sex marriage and relationships are a “sin”. Hell- there was this one rlly lovely women at church when I was like 9, but she got kicked out when they congregation found out she was a lesbian. (Okay- not kicked out but like bullied into leaving).

So it was fine for me to accept that I could potentially date a women since i’ve never felt immediate attraction to anyone, it never felt totally real. 

BUT NOW I HAVE A PROBLEM. So my best friend (who is also a girl) of 5 years. She’s amazing. She’s literally the funniest person i’ve ever met, she’s so generous and has helped me so much, and she’s just adorable. She’s like fucking sunshine. And ngl, I don’t often like people who are so cheery all the time because it feels fake and I like people around me to be honest. 

But she just, she has this way of finding the beauty in the stupidest things and it’s so cute. We got splashed by a car the other day, drenched both our outfits, and instead of being mad, she got all excited and had us do a photoshoot in our crazy soaked clothes, and then got all excited that we could cuddle under a duvet and watch a movie with snacks once we got home cause apparently that’s the only acceptable thing people can do after being covered in water (which is exactly what we did).

And she’s not unreasonably happy, you know? Like when people try to cheer people up at bad times and make everyone more sad, she’s not like that. Whenever i’m upset, or mad, she’ll doodle these cute little flowers on coloured paper and write things she loves about the world on the back of them, and once i’m done ranting abt how annoying the world is, she’ll give it to me and smile. She has the best smile.

I have this jar, I write the date on them and put the paper in the jar. 

We’ve been best friends five years, she started doing that like four years ago and i’ve had the jar pretty much from the start. 

It’s always been easy to be around her. We sort of knew each other for like a year, and then I blinked, and we were best friends. I read all the books she gives me even though the plot is super cheesy cause she loves talking about them, I learnt how to bake all her favourite snacks her mum made, cause she’s pretty far from home and honestly a tragic baker. And she cooks dinner (don’t ask how she can’t bake to save her life but is the most incredible cook, it’s unbelievably ridiculous) for us a lot, she learnt to make my fav food. 

We technically live together, we’re at the final year of uni (maybe not tho depending on our next courses, I dunno) so we’ve been living together this year, but before that, I basically spent most of my time around her place anyway.

So yeah, we’re friends. But I realised a few months ago that i’m pretty, definitely, in love with her. I think i’ve felt like this for about a year and it just hadn’t quite clicked yet. 

(I had this awful day and came back to our place to see her genuinely painting our wall a different colour of white. She paints as a hobby and accidentally splatter a ton of blue paint on the wall and freaked out and tried buying white paint to cover it when it wouldn’t wash of and she was sat on the floor with white paint all over her and the wall still blue. 

She told me the story and I burst out laughing. I explained you often need white primer first, to cover the blue, and then to buy the correct shade of white, since ours was sort of chill white and she’d bought bright white. 

It’s the type of thing that would’ve annoyed me so much at the end of such a tough day, but because it was her, I just found it adorable. That’s when it clicked, I love her. She noticed I was tired immediately and felt bad cause she realised i’d had a bad day. I said this cheered me up, cause it did. Then we made dinner together and spent the night reading on the sofa with music on. 

We went to the shop the next day to get the correct stuff and luckily our wall is back to looking almost exactly the same). 

So yeah, I love her. Plus like, being demi, I don’t usually find ppl attractive… I mean i’ve always known she’s aesthetically pleasing, she has good fashion sense and stuff, but like, I tend to view all people as the same sort of level of attractive. BUT NOW ITS LIKE- SHES FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. It’s kind of annoyingly actually. How is everyone not spending all day gazing at her eyes. They’re fucking caramel, like a book character. She says they’re brown but she’s wrong. In dull lighting they seem brown but they’re like dark orange (amber i guess) with little hues of green, but in the sun they’re really bright and caramel and warm. 

She’s a lesbian btw. So theoretically I’ve got a shot. Also, i’ve always been good at reading people and I know she’s had like a small crush on me at least twice in our friendship. You can tell sometimes. 

But recently, it’s been a wreck. I’m so distracted cause i’m in love with her I can’t think, and my friends keep telling me she loves me back but I can’t keep my head on straight long enough to try and tell. 

But. If I do get my head out of my ass and tell her and she does end up wanting to date me, what the fuck am I supposed to do then. Cause if it does work out, i’m pretty sure it’ll last. 

My parents never totally liked her (they probably saw this coming- but I think in the homophobic, all queer ppl date each other, way and not the, they’re meant to be together, way) and if ended up having to tell them i’m actually dating a women, they’d be pissed. 

I always thought i’d end up with man, since it’s easier. No religious guilt about that. But I can put aside my own brains stupidity for her. But I can’t change my parents. But aside from this, they’re literally amazing. But I also know them and I truly don’t think they’ll change.

All my friends having been saying me and her should’ve been dating this entire time. I don’t know, I like to think now would be kinda perfect. I always knew she was gonna be in my life forever, I guess I just got so used to imagining myself with a man I forgot she was an option? That I could be with her romantically forever. You know, assuming she wants to date me.

(We’ll see about that. I’m really not sure. But i’m totally shit at keeping my own secrets so i’m planning to tell her soon if not just for the sake of my own sanity. All my friends say she’ll reciprocate, if she doesn’t, then I guess i’ll go from there, she’s not the type to be weird or bothered that we live together despite it. And if she does… then I have to decide what to do next. My other best friend is literally always right when it comes to our friends dating lives, and she has faith we’ll end up together, so we’ll see I guess) 

But if she does. If she does I’ll have to get into it with my family. I don’t want to lie to them. And I know I shouldn’t judge, but I honestly don’t think they’ll change their minds. I think they’ll say I can come visit whenever, but not bringing my partner. And I won’t want that. And we’ll all argue.  

I never liked knowing my parents didn’t accept this side of me, but I guess I never considered it would be an actual problem i’d have to deal with someday. 

I spend a lot of my time trying to figure myself out. I haven’t had the easiest path in life. But with her, it’s so easy. It’s easier to understand what I like, it’s easier to talk about things, and I fully trust her not to be weird. Or leave. Or get mad for nothing. I don’t have to walk on eggshells around her. I trust her. We don’t argue much. We have, what she calls, three different type of arguments. 

One, “bad mood argues”. She finds it so hilarious that it rhymes. You have to say it with the syllables. Bad-Mood Ar-Gues. We have these cookies in the freezer that we make every month. If one of us is having a bad day, we cook a few cookies to eat and I bought this dumb fridge magnet of a cookie to put on the fridge to signify it’s a cookie worthy bad day. 

Another one is “justifiable anger”. That doesn’t happen much. When we first met, she had this tendency to not tell me when I did something that upset her, and it’d spiral, and i’d be mad she wasn’t talking about why she was mad. So we have a rule to always talk about problems, even the little things. For example, her yelling into the phone to her family for hours while i’m trying to study- she has planned days now, so I can go to the library or she can go out if necessary, or keep the convo below 45 min, her mums like half deaf so she does have to shout, but it’s also VERY loud. Basically we comprise. And make sure no anger builds up.

The third type of argument is, what our friends call, “married idiots”. As in, she shouldn’t use the siri talk thingy while driving cause it never understands what she’s trying to say and so I get jumbled texts that mean nothing and then she thinks she’s told me something she hasn’t told me. She’s nearly understanding that one 🤦‍♀️ And you know, the classic colour of something argument (it’s purple- she’s wrong).  

Anyway. I forgot my point. Oh yeah, everything’s easier with her. I feel comfortable. If i’m being totally honest… i’m pretty sure if I ask her out, she’ll say yes. Like 80% sure. Im just scared to fuck this up, and cause family problems. Cause yeah, she’s worth the drama, but also, it’s her that’ll be being insulted right? She very likely won’t be allowed in my house. I don’t want this to ruin what we already have. 

So yeah. That. I could really do with some advice ❤️

Hi <3

If you do not ask this girl out, I will physically pass away.

Like...I'm not usually so pushy with asks, but you're describing a relationship, hon. This is a relationship. I'm not sure if you follow me because of the Marauders, but you two are literally Wolfstar, And I'm shipping the two of you so hard right now.

If, for some insane reason, she turns you down, it's because she doesn't realize she's in love with you, too.

As far as your family...again, I'm going to be more blunt that usual. You're going to have to face their lack of acceptance for you at some point. It's absolutely shit that they don't accept you, but like...don't let that stop you from being with this girl. Because even if you put off their feelings now, you'll have to deal with it someday, and then you might miss out on an amazing girl.

Please update me. I need updates. I am so invested. I am DYING for updates.

God, I'm rereading all the things you wrote and I'm kicking and giggling. You two are ridiculously adorable. Please kiss her already (with consent).

I'm naming you purple anon. Please write back.

[httpscomexe]

Muzzle

Summary: Barnes figures out how to shut you up and end your sarcastic comments, and you’re sure he’ll use it against you in the future.

(Find what I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: (My English can be kinda bad) Bad language, weapons, violence, attempted smut. There will be individual warnings every chapter.

Tags: @scott-loki-barnes @cjand10

Word Count: 2522 (Find all chapters here) Discontinued

Okay, so what if you accidentally brainwashed the Winter Soldier? You wouldn’t have even known you had done that unless he told you. You didn’t know he would be absolutely obsessed with you, you didn’t know he was stalking you, and you definitely didn’t expect him to want YOU of all people. You’ve read the news lately, and you’ve watched it too of course, you weren’t a weirdo, you’re living in the 21st century after all. But you expected him to stalk someone more like him or someone who isn’t just a normal civilian, or at least everyone thought you were a normal citizen.

“So be honest.” He tells you as he sits next to you on the couch. “You told me your real name, which is Y/N. Then you told me your friends call you ‘Bee.’ Why do they call you that?”

“I told you why.”

“Well after staying with you for the last 8 hours, I’m starting to think that they don’t call you that just because you’re happy. I haven’t seen you smile once.”

“Well also my friends don’t call me that, it’s more like the people I don’t like.”

“Yea?”

“Yea, and it's not Bee, it’s The Black Bee.” You sigh. “It’s a stupid name, it’s meant to be said in Russian but the damned Avengers keep saying it in English, it’s lame.”

“You… are the Chernaya Pchela?” He asks you in disbelief. “I don’t believe you.”

“Why is that hard to believe?”

“Look at you…” He nods his head towards you while you take a big scoop of the jell-o you had been slurping up this entire conversation.

“Hey if you’re gonna try and make a point, do it while I’m doing something cool.” You tell him sarcastically.

“That's besides the point.”

“Not for me.”

“There’s no way you’re one of the Avengers' threats.”

“Oh come on, look at you.” You nod towards him this time, his lap was covered by the fluffy My Little Pony blanket that he found folded in your closet.

“The difference between me and you is you’re a threat, I’m an asset.”

“Same difference.”

“No, because I’m important to them, while you on the other hand, they’re just annoyed by you.”

“They’re also interested in me.”

“They are not.”

“They are because I have more knowledge in nanotech than my dad does.”

“And who's your dad?”

“Now that? That’s besides the point.” You tell him, pointing your spoon at him. “Besides, they don’t know my identity, or at least not the identity behind the mask.”

“Well clearly they do if they took you from your dorm and locked you in the tower for a week.”

“No, they did that because they think I control you.”

“And you do.”

“Don’t tell them that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t even know how to brainwash you.” You raise your voice a little.

“I can show you.”

“I’d rather stay in the dark. You should know how peaceful the dark is.” You mumble the last part, but he obviously hears it as you witness his head shake in annoyance.

“You are… in control of me.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.”

“Then get the fuck out of my dorm.”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.” You say with pride as you turn away and hear him groaning behind you, a quiet “Whatever” leaving his lips. “So are you gonna get out? Why are you still here?”

“I feel like I should be.”

“I swear to God, if you start babbling about destiny and fate and all that crap then you need to go across the hall to Jada, she’s the one with all the little rocks that she claims gives her emotional stability.” His stomach moves in a way that makes your cheeks heat up as he chuckles and stands up from the couch.

“Listen. I think something is going on-”

“Yea I’ve got the Winter Soldier in my dorm and he won’t leave.”

“Y/N.” He dares, stepping closer to you, close enough for you to be able to smell the soap off his hair from the shower he’d taken earlier. “Say one more fucking sarcastic remark and I’ll make you regret it.” He grits his teeth and you watch as his hands clenched into fists. You go quiet, but the outside doesn’t.

You both turn your heads as you hear multiple engines pull into the schools parking lot, and you would look out your window, but that dumbass tree is in the view.

“Let’s go, I’m sure they’re looking for you.” Barnes walks past you and towards your door.

“Wait.” You tell him, then you run to the side of your bed before getting down on your knees and pulling a large bag out from under your bed which you throw over your shoulders.

“Extra weight.”

“It’s important.” You tell him as you leave the room and head to the right.

“There she is!” You pause, and about five men run in your direction.

“Those aren’t S.H.I.E.L.D agents.” You spit out before turning in the opposite direction, and you could hear the Winter Soldiers footsteps following close behind you.

“They’ll be all over outside, we can’t just go downstairs!” He shouts as you both continue your run down the hall.

“Who said we were going down?” You shout back as a tranq dart zooms past you, grazing your arm as you reach for the doorknob of the stairs, swinging it open and quickly running up the stairs, not stopping until you were on the roof level, and you could hear more men as they all began to chase you both up.

“Stop running or we will be forced to sedate you Ms. Stark and Mr. Barnes!” One of the men yells from about two stories beneath you, and you finally reach the door to the roof which Barnes quickly kicks open before you slam it back behind you both and lock it from the outside.

“Okay we have probably like two minutes before they figure out the key is hanging on the wall next to the door.” You tell Barnes as you remove your bag and throw it to the floor.

“Can’t be that important if you’re just gonna fucking throw it to the floor-” His voice stops in his throat as you tap away at your watch and the bag quickly takes form into a motorcycle. “I’m driving.” He says quickly as he approaches the bike.

“What? No! This is my bike! Find your own!” You yell and get in front of him, but a gasp leaves your lips as his hand suddenly wraps around your throat in a warning, no words spoken. “Got it, you’re driving.” You choke out before you both get on the bike, and he wastes no time in turning it around and driving it straight towards the edge of the building.

“Hold on tight!” He shouts.

“I’m not touching you!” You shout back, then the front wheel leaves solid ground, then the back wheel as you both become airborne, the bike flying through the air for barely five second before it started falling, just barely missing the security fence as the wheels hit the sidewalk outside of the school and you watch as Hydra agents fill their cars while Barnes quickly continues his escape, the bike moving much faster than Hydras cars and trucks as he turns the bike to zip through traffick.

All was fine until you heard the unmistakable sound of more fucking motorcycles. It was all happening in a movie, hell you were surprised you two didn’t fall in slow motion from the building.

You turn on the motorcycle, your back to Barnes’ back as you reach down and unclasp two pistols that were concealed on the bike, and you aim them up, shooting without aiming, not that it would be easy to aim while Barnes takes every possible turn and twist he possibly could.

“Damn it could you hold still!” You shout, missing one of the agents but still accidentally hitting another.

“Oh yea sorry let me just slow the fuck down so they can kill us!”

“They’re not gonna kill us you moron, they wanna enslave us, theres a difference!”

“Not to my conscience!” He yells just before taking another turn, the ride becomes bumpy as he takes your motorcycle down a long ass flight of stairs, stopping the car chase, but some motorcycles still don’t give in as you watch a few bad drivers fall off their bikes, leaving only a few more to take care of.

“They’re really persistent!”

“You fucking think?!” He leans forward as you turn back around on the bike. “Now you should really hold on!”

“Why?” You ask, and look ahead. This moron. “NO! I just painted this fucking bike!”

“Yea and you went with fucking pink!” He yells back before you both once again go airborne. Time actually felt like it had stopped as the wheels left the ground and you felt weightless, like your organs were made of helium as some little birds left the leaves of the trees under you. You weren’t sure what his plan was. Jumping off a bridge and over nature to escape some motorcyclists who by the way, were completely set on NOT following you. As a matter of fact, if you had the choice, you probably would’ve chosen to go with Hydra, rather than jumping off a bridge, or what seemed like a cliff, with no clear escape plan, or at least parachute.

“Open your eyes!” Ezekiel yells in your face, his spit getting on your skin. “You’re nothing to me! You’re nothing, you hear me!” His voice is distant, like it’s all in your head. It felt like it all was, and every child and parent wouldn’t wish it upon the world what happened to you. It was like a horror film, tortured everyday. Tortured until there was nothing to torture you about. “It stings! It hurts so bad papa!” You scream, crying to the man you had called your father. “I don’t care! Just open your fucking eyes! You useless piece of shit!” He yells even louder, grabbing your face and pushing your little head against the wall. “Now open you fucking eyes before I make you, you little shit!”

“Open your eyes!”

“Open them!”

“Open your eyes…”

“Wake up!”

“Wake up damnit…” Was the first thing you heard as you snapped out of your head, and you immediately gasp for air, feeling like you’d been drawing underwater. You quickly sit up, and scoot back until your back collides with something, you turn around to see a tree and turn back around to see Barnes crouched down at your level and staring into your eyes.

“What the fuck were you thinking!” You scream, some birds flying away as they hear your voice and you stand up to approach him angrily but quickly lose your balance, stumbling right onto him.

“Woah there…” He says softly, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t music to your ears hearing him speak to you like that. “What are you talking about?” He gently holds you by your arms.

“Riding off a cliff on my bike! Where is my bike?” You look around frantically, and your eyes land on a heap of pink metal that was once your bike.

“You can replace it-”

“My bike!” You shout, making a slow jog towards it. It was completely ruined.

Beyond fucking repair. “Oh come on, I worked so fucking hard on this…” You mumble to yourself, hoping you could at least find the chip that brings the whole thing together, and your eyes lighten up when you spot the little square which you immediately snatch up and shove into your pockets, which you quickly zip up. You could deal with it later, but right now… “God you’re an absolute imbecile!” You yell at him, stomping towards where he was now standing.

“Calm down…”

“Calm down!? How am I supposed to calm down? You just jumped off a cliff-”

“A bridge.”

“You’re so-” You twist your tongue trying to find the right words. “So-” He steps closer and you lower your tone. “So…”

“So?”

You groan, slumping your shoulders and not knowing what to say. You knew you wouldn’t be able to offend him anyways.

“Listen.” He says gently. “All that matters is that you’re alright.”

“My bike…” You mumble.

“Y/N, forget about the bike.” He warns.

“My bike!”

“I’m just about done with your attitude…” He grits his teeth, and gets up in your face, backing you up against a tree. “One more fucking word and I swear I-”

“Bite me.”

“Is that a promise, doll?” He gently places his index finger under your chin, and lifts your face so your eyes are level with his. “Cause with that fucking attitude you won’t let up, I’m starting to think that’s the only thing that’ll get you to shut the fuck up.” He begins to grip your chin between his thumb and index finger. “So I think I might just have to take up on your offer for once…” He tells you, getting impossibly closer as he presses his body against you. “I’ve tried for way too long to hold back, I can’t do it anymore…” He grumbles before his lips crash onto yours and only then do you realise you haven’t said a word to him since he’s starting speaking.

His lips move softly against yours, his tongue licking your lips as he tries to get closer to you. His hands move from your face down to your waist and you feel the coldness on your waist as his left hand moves up your shirt. “So it's been this easy the entire time…?” He asks rhetorically, leaning in closer to you as his lips find the skin on your neck as you open your mouth to protest but you simply moan, your actions defying your thoughts as you rock your hips against him. “Careful there princess…” He whispers in your ear, his breath fanning your skin as you feel his hand reach around you, grasping your ass and lifting you gently, holding you between his body and a tree, his erection pressing against your centre through his jeans and your shorts.

“Please…”

“What’s that?” He trails his lips up from your neck to your lips, his hands moving to slowly undo your pants.

“Please… I…” You pause, regretting what you say before it even comes out of your mouth. “I need you…” You moan as he grinds against you, slowly.

“You want me?” He breathes out.

“Yes… Please…”

“Well… that’s too bad…” Whispers in your ear, then gently puts you back down on your feet. “We should get going, I’m sure they’ve been searching for us all day.” He groans like an old man as he reaches down and picks up one of his weapons. “We can’t stay in one place for too long, now can we?”

He continues walking away and you awkwardly find yourself buttoning your pants back up and following behind him.

What the fuck was that…?

[moreespressoformydepresso]

What are your honest thoughts on all Descendants boys? From both books and movies?

Oehh that’s a good question! I’ll base most of this off of the movies because I remember them more clearly. Sorry this is so late, I needed some time to sort out my thoughts. Let’s see:

Ben: cutie, golden retriever energy, needs to grow a bit more of a spine but as a recovering doormat I vibe with him.

He’s got a good heart, and he’s definitely going places, but I have no idea who decided a 16-year-old should be king. Hilariously, he’s a better king than his dad because he cares about all of his people, not just the “heroes”. But still, he’s 16, let him have his dumbass teenage years. He’s still in his phase of wanting to please everyone and that isn’t gonna lead to the best decision making. You’re king, Ben, you can overrule your girlfriend’s selfish idiotic plan of closing the barrier. Just tell her “the barrier was opened for you to come through too. If those kids aren’t worth the risk, does that mean you aren’t either? Should we throw you back?!” And she’s change her tune real fast. You gotta give some tough love sometimes.

Jay: cool, I wanna know his gym routine, pretty funny but rash, needs Carlos to temper his brand of crazy (love their bromance).

I love the narrative parallels to the movie Aladdin. Jafar thought himself so far above a street rat and now he’s raised his son to be one so he can continue being a con-man. In the movies, Jay is actually a very accurate representation of your upbringing shaping you into who you are. All Jay knows is stealing, he’s never been taught to pay if he doesn’t have to, so to him stealing’s perfectly fine. It’s normal. It’s a lot more subtle than the whole “who doesn’t like being evil” bit, but the core idea is the same: when all you’ve ever known is one perspective, that’s gonna feel like the objective truth because you’ve never had a chance to try a different one.

Carlos De Vil: Best (movie) Boy, my baby, I love him. What a little nerd (affectionate).

He’s a big part of why I willfully ignore the absolute stupidity that is the third movie’s ending. I’m sorry Mal, wtf is wrong with you??? You set your supposed friend’s abuser free for nothing but some empty platitudes and dare suggest you’ve become an empathetic person?!?! In the books, we get a lot more insight into just how horrible of a mother Cruella is, but even in the movies we see he’s had it bad because of how jumpy and nervous he is. Disney is still Disney so we don’t get much of the healing process, but we see how he calms down and adjusts to a normal life over the course of the movies when he’s out of the bad situation, which is pretty good by Disney standards. Cameron Boyce did an amazing job playing him (R.I.P Cameron) and seeing an abuse victim get comfortable within their own skin and getting the happy ending they deserve is always fun.

Harry Hook: Insane (affectionate), most fashionable drama queen ever, absolutely crazy, more than a few screws loose but in the best way possible, he’s hilarious.

So on the surface, Harry’s pretty simple. A dude who’s lost his marbles and flirts with everyone. He probably has some kind of moral compass, since he didn’t rip Mal’s throat out with his hook when she revealed her little stunt in D3, but it fell overboard at some point and couldn’t be found so nobody knows what it is except Harry himself. Also, he has his sane moments, like during that same confrontation in D3 I mentioned before where he says “And you, King Benny... you're probably gonna throw us all back inside.” It’s the first time I’ve heard him sound… not like Harry. It’s sombre and defeated, a little disappointed maybe? Either way it’s really good acting and it implies he can act completely “normal” but he just chooses not to, which makes me like him even more. He’s just a dude living his best life despite the circumstances he was born into.

Gil: adorable, hilarious, kinda clueless but in a good way.

I love characters that have no idea what’s going on half the time but are absolute sweethearts trying their best. He’s like- the opposite of his dad in every way and I’m living for it!

Gaston Jr and Gaston the third: I don’t have much to say on them, let alone separately, so they get a section together.

Honestly? I don’t remember having an opinion of them. They made Evie happy by wresting, which is cool so they get points for that. Seem like they’re trying to out-gentleman each other to win Evie’s heart and since they’re not being creepy assholes about it they are objectively better than their dad. Very much brawl over brains, the two of them, with their constant wrestling reminding me of Carlos and Jay except they’re both the muscle. Kinda cute sibling relationship, even if it’s in a VK-typical villain-flavored way.

Anthony Tremaine: squeeeee, my type is pretty boys who sigh in annoyance at everything, I guess? We only get scraps but I happily cradle them to my chest.

Uhmmm so Anthony’s personality is mostly up for imagination? The only canon information we have is that he’s most likely Anastasia’s only kid (someone on Tumblr pointed out that, in the scene with the wicked step-daughters, he’s referred to only as their cousin, not their brother) and he’s very bored with his cousins’ antics. Given A Twist In Time the potential drama is endless. Every time Anthony’s mentioned we’re reminded he’s pretty and has good style, and I love that for him. Dude lives on an isle of junk and still looks like a supermodel. Lots of room for my own ideas while still remaining within the realm of “could be canon” with just enough base in there that I’m not just creating an OC, and as a writer and artist that’s all I need tbh.

Hadie: cute, deserves better, I need more of him and Mal bonding

Mal’s half-brother, son of Hades, very cool. I like that he’s trying to turn good and having a hard time, because that’s very realistic for someone who grew up not knowing anything other than evil. Descendants 2 tried to tackle it with Mal, but failed miserably. We know Hades sucks as a parent in descendants (neglect is abuse) so that’s not gonna help him.

Dough: Awww he’s so cute with Evie 🥺

No really that’s it. He’s a nerd that gets the girl, has some very funny moments, but honestly most of his character is centered around Evie? And they’re cute together it’s not a bad thing but there isn’t much to analyze. He’s understandably pissed about someone like Chad getting all the girls while using them, but that’s also only ever seen in relation to Evie.

Chad Charming: what a bitch (derogatory), total coward, I hate him but he’s funny.

So I have no issue with characters who conduct themselves terribly (I love Audrey, (fanon) Anthony, Uma, and many others from many fandoms) if, and that’s a massive IF, they have a good reason for it. And I’ll count “because I can and I want to” as a good reason, because by that point you have someone who’s mean and owns it. I can appreciate the self-awareness and usually those characters are very extra so it’s entertaining. If not that, there needs to be a reason they are the way they are. Audrey has the pressure from her grandmother (and the borderline verbal abuse), Uma has the very real grievance of living in squalor on a run-down island full of the worst of humanity because she was born, what does Chad have? He’s spoiled. A spoiled brat. And he goes from that to an overtly whimpering coward with none of the pretense of superiority in any field. His one saving grace is that he’s a massive joke.

Diego De Vil, Clay Clayton, Gonzo, Jace and Harry Badun, Herkie, Aziz, Jonas, Lefou Deux, Li Shang Jr, everyone else I missed: no opinion, because they’re not relevant enough for the writers to give them a personality.

I have nothing I’m sorry. I barely remember reading their names and I don’t remember anything from the scenes they’re (mentioned) in to get an idea of what to talk about here.

That was… a lot lmao

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #1 - shots

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: of all the places for your secret crush to be revealed, of course it's at a loud, unruly bar. and, of course, your crush overhears everything you say about him.

tags: alcohol, drinking games, secret crush, minor steroline

word count: 953

For the last three hours, you and Caroline have been in the grill, getting drunker by the minute. An innocent game of rating people who walked through the door quickly became a less-than-innocent game of electing how many shots it would take to kiss said people. Then, of course, things took a turn when instead of asking about strangers, the questions came about friends. Now, you’re in a full fledged, back-and-forth, public game of how many shots it would take to kiss your friends. 

“How many shots to kiss Matt?” You ask.

“Considering I’ve already kissed him, probably none. The embarrassment is already gone. Been there, done that. Now, how many shots would it take you to kiss Jeremy?”

“Girl, like ten, to get over the fact that I’m kissing Elena’s little brother. I mean, he’s good-looking enough, but oh my god.”

“True. Okay, your turn.”

“Hmmm… oh, this is a good one. John Gilbert.”

Caroline chokes on her tequila shot. “That is not a friend!”

“I’m branching out.”

“Like, a thousand!”

You erupt in a fit of laughter, “same. Straight alcohol poisoning.” 

“How many to kiss… Alaric?”

“Saltzman? Seriously?”

“Mhm. And give a real number. Be honest.”

“Ugh. Well he’s not unattractive, but he’s also our teacher, Care. Ummm… sixteen.”

“Very specific.”

“I thought about it thoroughly.”

“Clearly.”

“Okay. How many to sleep with-”

“When did this turn into ‘sleep with’?! I thought we were kissing!”

“Shut up,” you giggle, “how many to sleep with Stefan?”

Caroline goes quiet immediately. She starts counting on her fingers. “Six. Because we’re kinda friends, but not super close. And he’s also Elena’s ex, and Damon’s brother, so that makes things a little weird.”

“Really?”

“What would you say?”

“I’m not sure, actually.”

“Alright then.” She looks around the restaurant for a minute. In a split second, her eyes land on someone, then bounce off immediately. When she turns back to you, she’s smirking. “How many would it take for you to sleep with Kol Mikaelson?”

On a normal day, you’d blush red and refuse to answer. But tonight, you’re too drunk to remember you have to hide your crush on the man. “Two. Both solely for confidence.”

Her jaw drops, “Y/N!”

“What?!”

“You’d sleep with him barely drunk? Not even drunk, like slightly tipsy?”

“Girl, I’d sleep with him sober, I just need the confidence boost.” You shift in your seat as she says nothing. “I know you feel the same way about Stefan, so don’t come at me!”

“I said six!”

“I know you’d do less, given the chance!”

“Y/N!”

“What?! He’s hot,” you mutter, “and I like a bad boy.”

“You’re crazy,” she laughs, “we’re gonna need another bottle for this. I’ll be right back.” She saunters off towards the bar, still shocked, but also giggling, about your truthful answer. 

“Might take me a shot of confidence, too, darling. To match your boldness.” A voice comes from your left. You whip around to find its owner, just to come face-to-face with Kol himself. 

Your face pales.

“Aw, come on, don’t get shy on me now.”

“Did- did you?”

“Hear you? Definitely. Vampire hearing, darling. Plus, girls get louder when they’re drunk.” He smiles. “But not to worry, I’m flattered it would only take a couple confidence shots to sleep with me. Say, we can make that a reality. I’ll admit, the reason I come to this bar every night with my brother is on the off-chance that you’d be here. Looks like I came on the perfect night.”

“You look for me?” You stutter on your words.

“Not in a creepy way, but like an ‘I need to know you’ way. Seems to me that you’d like to know me better too, if it’s not so outlandish of me to suggest.”

“No, not at all.”

“Sounds lovely. Meet you at seven, here, tomorrow night?” 

“I’d love to.”

“Perfect, then.” He takes your hand and kisses it. “See you then, darling.”

He leaves with enough time to spare so that Caroline doesn’t cross his path.

“I nearly had to fight Matt for the bottle. He tried to say we’re too drunk. But- why are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing.”

“You totally are.”

“I am not.”

“Y/N!”

“Fine! I might be!”

“Why? What happened? Spill!”

“Our conversation may have been overheard.”

“Oh no! By whom?! Not Stefan, right? I would die.”

You bite your lip, “nope, Kol.”

“Mikaelson?!” You nod, and her eyes go wide. “What did he say?!”

“Invited me out on a date,” you try to not squeal in excitement, “tomorrow at seven.”

“And you’re going?!”

“Of course. I did say I’d sleep with him, right?”

“Oh my god, is he the secret crush you have that you wouldn’t tell me about earlier?”

“Quite possibly.”

“Y/N!”

“I can’t help it, he’s hot!”

“He’s going to eat you alive.”

“Not if I eat him first,” you say, wetting your lips. 

“Oh my god, girl, you’re crazy!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out for your guy to set you up,” you snicker, “then we can both date our secret crushes, and sleep with them with minimal shots taken.”

“I do not have a crush on Stefan.”

“I didn’t say Stefan.”

She pales, knowing she’s caught. “You’re so bad!”

“Bad? Or going after what I want? Come on, Care, join the dark side. You know you want to.”

“Mmmmm… you better tell me how that date goes tomorrow.”

“Oh I will.”

“Now,” she puts on a fake serious face, “how many shots to sleep with Damon, if he wasn’t a dick?”

You snort, “I don’t care how less dickish he is. If I already have Kol, I don’t want anyone else.”

[detective-inspector-her]

So y'all remember this?

Vile, staring at Valkyrie in a cage: …Why is she in a cage? Mevolent: Because she growled at me.

Vile: How does that even work? Valkyrie, mocking them: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?! Vile: Your face doesnt make sense.

Baron: If Mevolent is really a vampire, those wooden stakes will kill him! Valkyrie: But if they’re not a vampire, those wooden stakes will kill him!

Valkyrie: Prepare to feel really bad about yourself. Baron: I’ve been prepared for that my entire life. Valkyrie: Baron: Or something mean about you.

Baron: Alright Vile, Serpine. Let's go over this one more time. Baron: If something breaks? Vile: We try to fix it before Mevolent returns. Baron: If it doesn't work? Serpine: We blame the girl. Valkyrie: Seriously guys, what the hell?!

Serpine: Well, it rained today, but as a whole it's been warmer than it was last week. Valkyrie: Why does it seem like every time you talk to us, you end up talking about the weather? Is your life so unimaginably dull that you can't think of any events in your life to describe that might be more interesting than the weather? Let's think of something for you to talk about other than the weather. I mean, we barely even know anything about you, other than where you live. Valkyrie: Let's start there. What do you do for a living? Serpine: I'm a general.

Vile: What’s your greatest weakness? Serpine: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics. Vile: Could you give an example? Serpine: Yes, I could.

Valkyrie: I may be stupid. The generals: … Valkyrie: Oh, did you think I was going to finish that sentence?

Vile: I wasn’t that out of it. Valkyrie: You coloured my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Vile: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Valkyrie: I made this friendship bracelet for you. Vile: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person. Valkyrie: You don’t have to wear… Vile: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

Mevolent: My only talent is being stress. Valkyrie: Don't you mean stressed? Mevolent: No.

Baron: Guess what number I’m thinking of. Serpine: 420? Baron: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously. Valkyrie: 69. Baron: Yeah it was 69.

Serpine: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

Valkyrie: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Serpine: Valkyrie: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Valkyrie: I’m quick at math. Baron: Ok, what’s 38 times 76? Valkyrie: 24. Baron: That wasn’t even close. Valkyrie: But it was quick.

Valkyrie: holds a gun out to Baron Baron: I-I don't believe in guns. Valkyrie: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

Baron: I think Mevolent is in trouble. Valkyrie: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

Vile: Hey, Valkyrie, how are you doing? Valkyrie: I have hit my head three times, I’ve lost my favourite shirt and forgot my bag at school. Vile: Oh, ok! That’s pretty good! Valkyrie: Yup! Vile: I lost my phone and my cat died. Valkyrie: Hey, not bad compared to last week. Vile: I know right! Baron: Are they okay? Serpine: I don’t think they are.

------- This part is set around Playing With Fire 1 is Baron from Dimension X, the other is the normal Baron that even less people remember.

Valkyrie: on the phone with Baron 1 I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit. Baron 1: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you. Valkyrie: Maybe.

Vile: I'm trying to juggle family life and work life but I can't seem to find a balance. What do you suggest I do to keep everyone happy? Serpine, deadpan: Quit your job, kill your family.

Vile: Valkyrie, why are you standing in front of the fan? Valkyrie: I’m waiting for Baron to look into the window when he come home. When the fan is blowing on me, I look like a fancy supermodel. Vile: You want Baron to think you’re a supermodel? Valkyrie: Giving him this is the least I can do. It’ll probably be the best part of his walk! Vile, sarcastically: You’re selfless. Valkyrie: Thank you for noticing.

Valkyrie: Can we go out to get icecream? Baron 1: Did you ask Vile? Valkyrie: He said no. Baron 1: Then why did you ask me? Valkyrie: He's not the boss of you. Baron 1, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

Mevolent: Can you be serious for five minutes? Valkyrie: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

[allyougottado]

HI Doodle! How have you been? I've been kinda meh bc of college but thats beside the point. About your reblog of sending you a character (or in this case, coach haha) I wanna see your list on either Maybel or Joshua or Lumen Brooks(I'm indecisive about those 3, they've been filling my mind lately aaaaaaa), even tho they dont have much lore, I love read others HC, so I'm eager to read yours^^(sorry if they wont fill all the list thingy:()

i’ll try to do all 3 cuz i rly like these coaches as well 😎 (i'm skipping fave line and song i associate them with because... ppl dont speak in just dance and i'm not creative enough to associate coaches with any song other than their own map LOL)

maybel‼️‼️

fave thing about them: her design is so cute!!!! i love yellow and her dress looks inspired by poodle skirts with the little line (phone cord?) spiraling down the skirt lol it’s so adorable. i especially love the alt. design cuz purple sleeveless jacket is CUTESY (also she looks like she’s matching with joshua with the sleeveless jacket hehe 🤭 very CUTE💯💯💯)

least fave thing about them: nothing to hate abt her 😍

brOTP: love you like a love song (this headcanon was subconciously created by looking at ur art btw LOL)

OTP: JOSHUA‼️‼️‼️

nOTP: i’m ngl i have never seen any other ship with maybel in it LOL

random headcanon: she’s a softie but the one thing she’s loud abt is her #LOVE!!!! i probz got this from the straightforward and aggressively-lovey vibe from call me maybe (and the dance too), but also a description from the JD twitter lol (they describe her as the sweet one hehe)

unpopular opinion: idk i’ve never seen too much opinions that i disagree with abt her

fave picture of them: it’s scrapped but this is kick ass maybel from puppet master lmao

joshua😎

fave thing about them: the fake personality i made for him in my head 😼 and also his yellow glove probably

least fave thing about them: i'm gonna be really honest this part will probably be empty for almost everyone i’m not a person who hates easily 😭

brOTP: i always thought that #thatpower extreme and sorry looked similar to him (i think everyone else did too LOL) so YEAH they’re totally bros to me. i also group epsilon with those 3 but if i explain it will totally derail :P

OTP: maybel 💛🩷

nOTP: haven't seen anything too hateable yet lol

random headcanon: kuudere lolz. basically the exact same thing i said for maybel but instead of sweet and soft (🥺) he's like cold and serious on the outside but super hype and chill when he's dancing or talking to ppl he likes

also he’s probz the most normal compared to #thatpower extreme and sorry lol

unpopular opinion: once again, i haven't seen too much opinions i can disagree with lol

fave picture of them: this screenshot i took from youtube lmao

lumen brooks!!!!!🎸

fave thing about them: ur gonna be so shocked when you hear this but i love his yellow raincoat i want it for myself. also he has TEAL HAIR! TEN MILLION CHARACTER DESIGN POINTS TO YOU UBISOFT (blue hair=looks like miku=good)

also i like rock so his map is so cool. i like how they went with a quirky weird rock map instead of a depressing dark one like the two they added in 2023 like yeahhhhh lets switch it up a little (no hate tho i fucking love evanescence BTW)

least fave thing about them: WOAH it’s a bit too soon to hate lolz

brOTP: probz p1 and p3, zephyr reef and crimson riff. i know they’re most likely not even real but i’d like to think he treats them as if they were his bros. also it would be rlly funny if he just has crazy flow powers and can make stuff he draws real harold and the purple crayon style

OTP: nothing rn

nOTP: also nothing rn… that game needs to come out so i have more brainpower to think of cool stuff to say 😾

random headcanon: when u think punk he doesn’t really look like one compared to crimson riff but he probz acts like one lol. would probably hate ppl like night swan and nithe long. and probably kids in america too (she’s falling for the propaganda… 😔 lol) also he’s loud. idk why i think that it just fits to me lol. also everyone probably thinks he’s #CRAYZAY 🤪 but don’t worry bro. i understand you 🤝

unpopular opinion: idk at first i thought he would be chill with scotty but i somehow changed my mind like scotty’s too much of a sweetie pie and lumen is too feisty (to me hehe) i still like fanworks with both of them in it tho they’re funny. like clashing personality stuff is still very entertaining to me

fave picture of them: idk he’s only existed for a couple of months so there’s not much pics of him… probz the little cartoony promo art from twitter cuz i like how huge they drew his rainboots here LOL

(also hiii mey i’m meh as well LOL when i typed the first half of this post i was out at the mall and i feel like i embarrassed myself so hard there 😭 embarrassment still lingers and it sucks cuz i love the mall but whatever… I’M SENDING MY ENERGY TO YOU SO COLLEGE CAN GET A LITTLE LESS SUCKY 🫶💓)

[cantevenbeachhere]

Dear Ken Diary,

Today was kinda a slow day which, ya know, is normal for a Monday, even in Barbie Land. It’s funny how some days are faster than others, and some are slower. It’s a weird sensation. I wonder if it’s just as weird in the Real World. These are things I would ask Barbie if I could like text her or call her. I wouldn’t do it all the time because I’m sure she’s really busy, but I can’t help but be curious.

And by the way, Weird Barbie says it’s just as weird in the Real World, but it’s normal there. So how’s it weird and normal at the same time? Or maybe it’s like…it’s kinda like how Weird Barbie is Weird but we’re all used to her, so having her be Weird is normal? Maybe it’s like that. I like Weird Barbie’s Weirdness if I’m being honest. She’s cool.

Anyway, I’ve hardly seen my pup today. Ken and Ken and Ken took Pepper to the park to play with him, and then they all wiped themselves out and all huddled together on the couch in our shared Mojo Dojo Casa House for a nap. And then last I saw, they were gonna go take Pepper to let him play with some Barbies.

Meanwhile, Polly my itty bitty kitty has been my bestie today. She’s been hanging out in my sweatshirt pocket half of the day. And when she got bored of the pocket, she literally climbed up me and tucked herself into my hood. I think she likes that better because she can see a lot more from up there. It’s really cute, but as she grows, I fear she’s gonna end up choking me. Wouldn’t hurt my feelings if she stayed this little forever.

OH! I almost forgot! I have some BIG IMPORTANT THINGS to tell you! Remember how I said President Barbie needed to talk to me?! Well, she did, and she had good things to say! She told me that for our Barbie Land Olympics opening ceremony, we were gonna have a parade! AND! Guess who she asked to lead it!

ME!

I get to wear a cool outfit! And have a hat! And a very important scepter thingy! And I get to be the lead in the parade! Isn’t that SO COOL?! Like that’s waaaaay better than anything I expected her to say!

At first I thought she was joking with me, but President Barbie really doesn’t…joke that much. She gave me a look that was like “Boy, I’m dead serious,” so that’s when I knew she really was serious, and I thanked her so much she had to ask me to stop. But I had to thank her that much! It’s a big honor! I’m so excited!

I can’t wait to see what my outfit will look like!

[seoafin]

imma be honest with you chapter four was probably my favorite chapter of anything ive ever read ever. you wrote magic that was sooooooo insane. i especially just loved how you wrote ripmc battling with her feelings over betraying or possibly ending such a long term friendship and relationship. the way she isolated herself and then tried sneaking around to not bump into geto…..oh lord it just made me salivate sadistically for when he would eventually pop up. and u fucking delivered truth be told i’m a gojo girlie through and through but when u write geto….u fucking write geto because holy. shit. your characterization of geto is probabaly my favorite thing i’ve seen ever. i’ve found good fics of before he dejected and after but never a middle ground of his best and worst characteristics all merged into one. you projected such distinct feelings when they were talking and geto closed the door…….i was scared horny nervous embarrassed ashamed like u do not understand i cried while he was going down on her😭😭 and the only reason why i can freely admit this is cause i’m on anon. it’s just like holy shit man your geto is soooo scary and hot😭 the way he had this certain jensequa this chapter like it felt like ripmc was exposed raw and he was looking through her. it felt like when you go up to tell a parent you ate from the cookie jar and they already know. it feels like he knows her better than she knows herself. “i kissed satoru” “i see” was so insane i was so nervous for ripmc cause it felt like such a vulnerable exchange like confessing to a priest all your darkest sins but he already knowns. it felt so intimate especially knowing that satoru and suguru share everything so he most likely already knew. it felt so. fucking. intimate. I CRIED especially cause suguru coming in and closeing the door the way you described that sequence alone was so claustrophobia inducing it was crazy my heart was beating out of my chest. and then the “How?” is sooooo hot don’t get me wrong the eating pussy scene was hot but everything that you wrote leading up to it and everything else he said during it and after. The. Dialogue👏🏻👏🏻 had me screaming. ur crazy. him pressing on your wound and asking if it was from satoru my pussy was having palpitations i thought i was gonna have to call 911. i think he wasn’t so against seeing that on ripmc i wonder what he would say to gojo wanting to get her a leash and collar🙈🙈🙈 he was so deliciously sweet and tender and so suffocating and intoxicating at the same time it cause my body to have a physical reaction like my heart ached made me wanna rip it from my chest and send it to you over mail!!! saying he wants to help you asking if anybodys been down there before knowing damn well he knows the answer he just wanted ripmc to say it. i hate him so much lord why isn’t he real. you know i read the first note where you left an obligatory geto warning and i was shocked cause i know u usually reserve those for gojo but holy fuck i had no idea how much of geto you would let him act out. bro had that dawg in him damn. the way you write him as the perfect balance of condecendingly sweet and tender and terrifyingly suffocating

while reading it felt like it was just you and geto and it made me understand how his ass started a cult. it’s funny considering gojo is the one with the six eyes and geto is the one i feel has such an insane ability to rip your safety blanket off and force such raw vulnerability from you. it’s cause i feel like he has such patience but when you fucked up you fucked up. it’s like the terror of disappointing a parent but you made it sexy? with gojo is more like he sees you and he understand you intimately but it’s also not like that matters much to him. because he wants what he wants. spoiled brat😭😭this is getting beyond creepy this paragraph is too long for me to seem even remotely normal but i must get this out!!! also geto in the end post munching asking you to tell him about your lil friend because he’s no longer insecure about the nature of your relationship he’s decided now and there’s no turning back woah……that was insanly hot and when ripmc asked him to get along and n u made his ass say “no i don’t think i will” i shit myself because not even gege could’ve come up with a most perfect geto response. like that sentence alone was SO SO geto it made me so sick like no i don’t think i will no i don’t think i will no i don’t think i will WITH A SMILE on his face you are soooo evil……i’m a gojo girlie why r u doing this to me😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 please i’m super sane don’t think i’m crazy off this message. also if it’s not too much trouble i don’t want this to come across as like i don’t appreciate the time you put into your stories or seem like i’m disregarding the fact that there’s a human being behind the screen and not fucking chat gpt and u deserve to rest!!! but i was wondering if u perhaps knew what turn the next chapter would take like the vibes for the next chapter?🙈🙈 AND IF U HAVENT EVEN BEGUN TO THINK ABOUT THEM THATS PERFECT TOO DONT EVEN WORRY im sorry im a child who grew up on old 2000s anime that after every episode would give u a preview for the next one i have so lil self preservation n patience😭😭😭😭 if not please ignore i even asked! i was also curious about when you mentioned geto spoiled gojo🙈🙈 in what way particularly cause i found that so interesting considering gojo is the richer of the too even tho geto is the most mature i would love to know what geto offered gojo that contributes as spoiling🤭🤭 that’s it i’ll take my leave it’s like 5 am and i just wanted to type this up before going to sleep! and ps congrats on that japan trip!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH god GODDDD i have so much to say so i'll put it under a read more

first of all THANK YOU FOR READING AND SENDING ME THIS it was such a pleasant amazing thing to wake up to i want to frame it and put it on my wall LOL but yes!!! this was probably one of my favorite chapters of this fic and one of the best things i've ever written for geto. okay ALSO ALSO let me just say that i love geto's duality so so so so so much. there's nothing better than a man who struggles between crazy delusion and sanity/moral responsibility and constraints/repression and to me geto is someone who embodies that. i think it's so fun trying to not only imagine geto in a world he didn't defect but characterize him. he is the jade that cracked too early!!!! he left before he could fully unlock his potential and we know from the kenjaku/yuki fight geto would've been an MENACE had he stayed (with gojo). i really think his two extremes and his potential make him soooo fascinating and trying to come up with ways to keep his grounded is just another great thing about writing this fic. i like to think he often reminds himself of ripmc's goodness and that makes him want to be a little bit better. if not for him but for her. he thinks about the kids the nice lady who owns the supermarket right in front of the kids' school and gives them free popsicles, the people who have thanked him for saving them, all the small things to remind himself it's worth it. like don't get me wrong i love his cringe girl failboss cult era too!!!!! but something about geto as the person he COULD'VE been. all his flaws and misgivings and condescension wrapped up into a less moral person still trying to do the right thing. still trying to undertake that responsibility despite it. AHHHHHH

i think the most interesting thing about writing that scene was writing it from ripmc's part. i definitely thought the audience was going to catch on pretty quick that gojo already told geto (why wouldn't he) and geto already knows. so basically you're reading from the POV of someone who is oblivious while ALSO knowing that geto probably already knows everything. i just think it adds an extra dimension to the scene and all of geto's dialogues and action. he was definitely hesitating on coming on too strongly and struggling with the morality of not letting ripmc experience things(tm) before taking everything. and obviously gojo doesn't understand it so gojo makes the decision for the both of them. there's no going back anymore!

SPOILERS FOR NEXT CHAP!

also to answer your questions!!!!! the next couple of chapters is like....the fall out of everything. but there's not really a fallout ripmc thinks the world is ending but it's just her LMAO they come to a resolution in the next 1-2 chapters and that's when their relationship kinda transforms into a fwb relationship because it's the only way ripmc can wrap her head around starting a sexual relationship with them. she actually agrees to it super quickly and gojo is like be fr rn WHAT. girlie needs to free herself from the prison of compartmentalizing everything! the next nsfw scene is gojo getting a blowjob and nearly blowing his load too early though i will say. if you thought geto's dialogue was crazy in this chapter just wait for that scene because that man is even more unfiltered than geto and more willing to say whatever it is on his mind. the two of them r truly menaces 😭😭😭😭😭

as for your second question i say geto spoils gojo by letting him get away with a little too much. geto is the one usually reigning gojo in but i do think geto is also somewhat emotionally indulgent with him at times. you know....gojo does or says something rude, he's being dismissive, he does a little more property damage than he should've. geto sighs gives him a kiss and lightly tells him not to do it again bc sometimes lecturing gojo gets kinda old. sometimes, it really isn't that big of a deal. which i think marks a very important turn or shift in geto's priorities as he gets older. less formed around morality more centered around gojo n ripmc n the kids....

once again AHHHHHH thank you for sending this in writing this fic has been the most arduous task of my ff writer era bc i've never written a multi chaptered fic before this but i am writing this for you and for every other person who has been reading/commenting!!!!!!

[oinkoinkzoomals]

absentmindedly making me want you ➝ malalie.

tagging: malcolm corcoran, natalie rose @privnatalie

location: table + ice.

timeframe: october 17th, morning.

warnings: very brief mentions of cannibalism.

summary: nat and mal talk about where they stand and what they want. then they put a name to it.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

This where you’ve been hiding out this whole time?

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat doesn’t know what comes over her, but she walks over towards Mal and wraps her arms around them tightly without saying anything.]

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal pauses for a moment from the shock of it all, and then he hugs Nat back. He rubs her back in comfort.] Hey, you’re good. We’re good, Nat.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat smiles. She usually doesn’t like touch, but when he rubs her back it feels good.] I’m sorry. I’ve been scared… Which is not normal for me.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

Nah don’t be sorry. [Mal finally breaks the hug but doesn’t step too far back.] This whole thing’s scary, you’re not a superhuman. Unless you are and just never told me in which case, what the fuck?

NATALIE ROSE.

I’m not superhuman. [Nat frowns.] No one can be superhuman. That’s not real.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

You sure about that? You’re pretty super if you ask me.

NATALIE ROSE.

I am? [Nat’s brows furrow in confusion.] How so?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

I don’t know. I’m not good with words, you just are. Like you’re super smart and super cool.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat smiles.] Oh… Okay. Well… Thank you. I think you’re cool too.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

Oh my god, you think I’m cool? [Mal, like a fucking loser, twirls his hair with his finger]

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat can’t help but laugh, a big smile on her face.] You’re so funny, Mal.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

Aw shucks, you’re gonna give me a big head. [Mal is practically grinning in return. They consider Nat for a moment.] Seriously though. We’re all good, we’ll be out of here soon. I owe you a hot dog, remember? [Pauses] Like an actual hot dog, that’s not a metaphor.

NATALIE ROSE.

What would it be a metaphor for? [She stands there, considering it.] Oh. Your penis. [Nat nods.] I would like both.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal laughs louder than he has in days] We can make that happen. Maybe after the real hot dogs though. It’s not you, my sisters are all here though and I don’t wanna hurt their feelings by getting laid when they’re not.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat looks around to see where his sisters are and nods again.] I would be jealous too. Having intercourse with me is pretty great, is it not?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

Nat, babe, intercourse with you is fucking amazing.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat smiles.] Can we go sit down somewhere together? Is there a couch?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal looks around and spots an empty booth in a back corner.] Yeah, come on. [They grab her hand to lead the way]

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat walks with Mal, her hand still in theirs. She slips into the booth and pauses for a moment. For some reason, she’s craving physical touch. She snuggles into him, and then looks up.] Is this okay?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal doesn’t think twice about letting her lean on him, or about putting an arm loosely around her once she’s settled.] You’re totally good. Warning you though, if I smell gross, blame Addy’s studio.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat sniffs him and scrunches her nose.] It could be better, but I don’t care. [She looks down at their hands that are still linked.] Do you think we’re going to get out of here anytime soon?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

Oh my God, totally forget to mention that you’re super honest too. Love that. [Mal leans as far back as they can in the booth so that Natalie can be comfortable] For sure. They keep making people move, so that’s gotta be a good sign. And phones are coming back longer. Plus if they keep us in here too long, someone might snap and start eating people. No one wants that.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat smiles and then thinks about it.] Cannibalism is actually common in some cultures. It’s oftentimes in situations like this when food is scarce and people are struggling. [She gives Mal a serious look.] Make sure no one eats me.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

That’s so cool. But like… creepy cool. Crool? No, that’s “cruel”, that’s a whole other thing. [Mal chooses to not make the incredibly obvious innuendo, but he does wiggle his eyebrows because he simply can’t help himself] I gotchu. Anyone tries to eat you, I’ll stop them.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat can’t help her laugh at Mal’s wiggling eyebrows.] Good. I trust you. [She clears her throat.] I just wanted to say I’m sorry that I never realized that what we were doing meant something else to you.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal shifts around in their stop but tries not to move too much and bother Nat. They shrug] It’s cool. [They hope they sound convincing] I could’ve been more obvious with everything, you know? Used my big bitch words.

NATALIE ROSE.

Big bitch words? [She laughs, but then pulls back to look at Mal.] I don’t know, this… This whole lockdown has me re-thinking everything.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal loosens his hold so that Nat can move as freely as she wants. Something in his chest twinges.] Rethinking like… what?

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat clears her throat, obviously nervous.] I don’t know. I’m not good at this. But I just know that I was upset at the thought of something bad happening to you. And that it felt more than.. just someone I had slept with.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal listens carefully to Nat’s words, trying not to jump the shark] Yeah, ‘cause we’re friends.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat shakes her head.] No. I think it’s more than that, Mal.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Again, Mal listens and processes. The last time he assumed anything between him and Nat, it ended in him eating half a gallon of strawberry ice cream on his sisters’ and Amy’s bathroom floor at 2am. Once he’s sure he’s heard right, he burst into a grin] So you like-like me?

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat looks at him for a moment, perplexed.] What? [She giggles. She doesn’t know what like-like means, but the smile on his face makes her want to kiss him. She leans forward and presses her lips against theirs, not caring if anyone can see.] Does that answer your question?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal is still smiling like an idiot when Nat kisses them. It warms them from the inside out, and they pull Nat closer to them.] Oh my god, you totally like-like me. [They then press a lighter kiss to the corner of Nat’s mouth.] It’s a good thing, I promise. I like-like you too.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat almost feels giddy. She’s never done something like this, and Mal’s smile is infectious. She’s blushing slightly.] You do?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

Yup. [Mal leans back in the booth again, dragging Nat with them] Sure do. Makes me want to get that Santa Monica pier hot dog even more now.

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat cuddles into him even more, wrapping her arms around them.] Me too. We can do it more than once if you like the hot dogs that much. We will have intercourse afterwards, right?

NATALIE ROSE.

I couldn't be sick of you. [She pouts.] I wish we could do it now.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal looks around, suddenly extremely invested in the layout of this place. They gently push Natalie out of the booth, following after her.] Fuck yeah, let’s go. [They then drag Nat with them, fully intending to find whatever closet, crawlspace, or bathroom sink this place has to offer.]

[ t i m e s k i p ]

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat strolls up to Mal.] Does you saying you like-like me mean you want to be my boyfriend? [She pauses.] Or partner?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

I don't know. What do you want me to be?

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat pauses, not having expected that question.] I don’t know. I was going to figure that out after you answered my question.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal watches Nat carefully. He pushes back the guilt of his earlier conversation with Emmy] Alright, well.. do you wanna go out with other people? Like dates?

NATALIE ROSE.

[Nat shakes her head ‘no’.] I don’t usually feel this way about other people.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

Yeah, I get that. [They almost don't want to ask their next question] Do you… want to have intercourse with other people?

NATALIE ROSE.

I do like having intercourse with people. That’s what I usually do. [Nat shrugs shyly. Her voice is quiet when she says,] but I don’t think I’d want to do it with anyone else right now. Not after earlier. Is that… I don’t know. Is that stupid?

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

Cool, cool. [Mal nods his head, but their head is very much not cool. It's actually running a mile a minute] So if you just want to have intercourse with me [he points to himself] and I only want to have intercourse with you [he points to her] and I wanna sit on your couch for two hours a night watching reruns of House Hunters International while you tell me cool bone facts, is that your idea of being my girlfriend?

NATALIE ROSE.

[Natalie smiles. Thinking of them sitting on her couch every night sounded nice. If that’s what being Mal’s girlfriend meant, then she wanted it.] Yes. [*She nods enthusiastically.] I like that. I like that a lot.

MALCOLM CORCORAN.

[Mal's pretty sure it should be illegal to smile this much during a lockdown, but they can't help it] Yeah?

NATALIE ROSE.

Yeah. [Nat wraps her arms around their neck, bringing them in close before kissing them.]

[webslingingslasher]

i’m gonna admit something, i’ve never dated anyone fr i had a situation ship that wasn’t great at all. but i’m scared to date. i’m not the normal 20 year old, i had to take 2 gap years and i’ve been through more than the average 20 year old. and people just don’t wanna date people who have never done anything.

like i live next to the university campus so it’s not hard for dates and stuff but i just feel so disconnected you know. no one wants to hear about a 20 year old girl who only works and does boring shit with her friends bc i also don’t party (none of my friends do). and i’m shit at talking to people

when you see people around you more experianced or having sex you think EVERYONE is doing it and you're the odd one out. you're not.

twenty is a very normal age to have no experiance and it's a lot more common than you think. you're twenty, you're still so young. if you count 18 as being an adult well... you have two whole years of experiance. you're a two year old!

i'm only a few years older than you but i can offer this one piece of advice, stop putting an age on things. everyone, and i mean everyone is on their own timeline. there are things you will accomplish your friends won't for years, there are things your friends have accomplished that you haven't yet and that's okay!

i had someone come in the other day at work and i was helping her with some colors and we got to chatting about her husband and how lovely he was. she was his second marriage, he was her first.

they didn't get married until she was fourty and she didn't feel like she wasted a day before then.

when you dictate your life around what you should be doing or what you should have figured out by a certain age, and you reach that age, and you don't have things figured out you feel cheated by yourself and it's unfair.

the real honest thing about being an adult is that everyone looks like they have things more figured out than you but the reality is that none of us know what the fuck is going on we just look really good at pretending we do.

sure, maybe you're not charli demelio and a millionaire at fifteen, but haven't we all learned there is beauty and peace in simplicity?

ie. the time will pass anyways, find ways to enjoy it by yourself until everything else catches up to you.

[padawansuggest]

I saw a new GO for the first time today and was honest for the first time about how many pain killers I take and how it’s destroying my body (like thing ‘shitting blood every 3 days’ destroying cause that’s what it got to) but I couldn’t stop or even take less or I’d be in the ER and I was terrified to tell a doctor that because I once had a doctor tell me ‘take less pain killers’ and I said ‘and replace them with what? Because I can’t stop I’ll be in the er. The er that refuses to give pain meds.’ And they just said ‘doesn’t matter just take less and fix the root problem’ but the root problem is that I am allergic to everything ever and also have multiple chronic conditions that cause inflammation in my head and neck and that’s why I take the pain killers to reduce the inflammation and the only reason I was brave enough today to say how much I take is because SHE suggested steroids and a muscle relaxer first and I was so happy I couldn’t stop grinning. About. Steroids. And a 12 hour muscle relaxer. Like. I’m still flying on cloud nine and that’s over… 6 hours since I got the pills and I haven’t had any pain killers in about 8 and that’s. Impressive. For me. Because I been taking them every time I take a gabapentin lately. Which happens every 6 hours.

Anyways. I’m desperately hoping these pills get me to baseline because after 2 straight months (arguably 2.5 at least) of infections and inflammation I’m so fucking over this shit and my face hurty.

Also she got me a script to go see a PT at the hospital who worked with her own daughter for TMJ and I’m excited about that one too. When I don’t see SOMEONE for too long I start forgetting that normal for others is pain free or 1-3 on the scale and I’ve been living for most of my life at 5-6 and the past three months at 6-8 and that’s. So bad. And the doctors could and should help.

Anyways. My tooth spot is healing very well so far. And now I’m gonna get back to being functional and losing the 30lbs I have gained in the past 3 months being unable to function. I can do that cause my healthy limit is about 30lbs ago so I need to and want to, but like. Damn. For me, who typically never fluctuates in weight more than 5lbs up or down, that’s not great and really shows what my pain level has been lately.

I love you all, thanks for sticking with my through the fever brain. If you coincidentally liked this slightly less hinged version of me tho, I can stay cray cray if you need it, I just have no real filter when my head is inflamed.