#I’m just saying I neeeeeeed it

[fnafs-ex-boyfriend]

Hey trigger studio trigger I love you but you better include the shot of chilchuck checking his dick size after turning into a tall man or I will not be a happy camper

[lunasfics]

Found Family - Under the Blossoms

summary: You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you. 

this is sort of a continuation to found family! read here

pairings: Batfam x f! Reader, Supers x f! Reader

word count: 2k

request: "I neeeeeeed more Wayne-Kent daughter stuff. Your first post was truly amazing. Can I request a fic gets really upset about something and she hasn’t been home in a couple days. Everyone is looking for her but she’s hiding somewhere far away, maybe in Japan surrounded by cherry blossoms and a koi pond in the forest. Clark finds her and brings Bruce with him to see if she’s okay. You can change anything that you want but just the premise of the reader missing. Thank you!!! " requested by @ashdoctor

a/n: hi! i would first and foremost like to thank the sender of this request because I have had the worst writers block and this kind pulled me out of it :).also this not not proofread so sorry in advance for any typos,,,, anyway, this is kinda focused a bit on bruce and y/n's relationship cause they're both like. fucked up and complicated lolol but yeah I hope you like it! ALSO! i based the old japanese couple on a haikyuu character kita shinsuke, cause why not i thought it'd be fun

“Shit.” 

“Well I’ve flown through all of Gotham and Metropolis twice, and did a once-over around the country, not a trace. I’m getting really worried.” 

“She has to be somewhere, how long have we been searching?” 

“Going on day 3.” 

“Fuck.” 

“I’ve checked every landmark I’ve taken her to see during our training, I haven’t seen her once.” 

“We’ll keep looking.” 

The comms have been flooded for the past two days with nervous chatter and consistent but pointless updates in regards to your unknown whereabouts. Clark and Connor have been doing the physical searching while Bruce has hacked into any and every surveillance camera he could in hopes of the system picking up your face somewhere, anywhere.

Your siblings have taken over Gotham patrols, Barbara occasionally taking over the online search while Alfred forces Bruce to get some sleep. 

You’ve been living with him for well over six months now, adjustment has gotten easier for you, and you’d gotten more comfortable in going off on your own to explore. Now, Clark never has a problem with this, encouraging you to explore as much as you could, “The world has so much to offer, soon you’ll understand why we care so much for keeping it safe” he’d say. 

Bruce however felt it was reckless to use your powers so casually, you shouldn’t depend on them the way you do, that it's a liability to your civilian life. It’s not something you should be so careless about, “Your safety and well-being is not someone you should take lightly.” 

Naturally, you are too stubborn to see this was purely out of worry, that he actually cares for you. You’re new to that concept, it’s one thing you have yet to fully adjust to. The concept of people actively choosing to love you as you are, people who care if you disappear without a trace, people who see your flaws and shortcomings and still choose to see the good in you. 

Maybe that’s why you reacted the way you did during your last conversation with Bruce. The seething anger that heated your bones, the dense lump that formed in your throat as you spoke. The unpleasant pit in your stomach as you slammed the cave door behind you, the sweaty palms and the inexplicable reflex within you that told you to keep yourself guarded. To not let these people close enough to stab you in the back, to protect yourself and your skills. Do not allow yourself to be held back.  

So now here you are, on some farmland in a tiny town in Japan. You weren’t sure this town has had access to any recent tech for at least the past ten years. It was a refreshing change, it reminded you of all your favorite things about Smallville. The smell of the crops and the way the cherry blossoms bloomed along the outskirts of the fields in the spring. The pink of the petals was soft and peaceful, the wind blowing softly through them released a pleasant floral smell that made you feel at peace. 

Arriving there was an experience, you just flew and flew until you found yourself in a field at the crack of dawn, opening your eyes to an elderly Japanese couple standing over you, concern etched into their aged faces, confusion was evident in the way they spoke to you, but so was kindness. 

Mr and Mrs Kita were kind people, taking you in without question because they knew you were in need. They told you their story, about their grandson and how he goes to school in the city.

And so they invited you in and were delighted to find that you speak Japanese, although their dialect was different from yours, they welcomed you with open arms. You’ve worked in their fields the past two days, finding peace within yourself, and as nice as it was, you missed your family. 

Back in the house, the couple observes you as they do everyday, you pay no mind as you continue to harvest crops. 

“She’s a bit of an odd one, isn't she?”

“I quite like her, honest worker, though she seems as though she carries a heavy burden.” 

“Yes, I noticed that. She's quite adorable, she almost reminds me of our Shinsuke.”

“I do see it Dear, perhaps they’ll meet when he visits for the summer.” 

“I do hope so.”

“I’ve got something.” Bruce stood in his seat, gloved hands clicking away relentlessly as the batcomputer, pulling up a global map of movements that have broken the sound barrier within the past week.  

Clark stood behind him, eyeing the screen that was littered with red lines, the United States being full to the brim given their recent search. There were more streaks around the world leading to the landmarks, all which Clark could recall making. However there was one that stood out to him, a singular streak that abruptly stops in the middle of Hyogo, Japan. 

“What could she possibly be doing in the middle of Japan” 

“I really don’t know Clark but we need to go now. Wait for me outside, I’ll update the others.” 

All that was going through Bruce’s mind was seeing you again, having a rational, calm conversation where he isn’t so wound up from a failed mission and where you don’t feel so backed into a corner. 

Bruce Wayne isn’t very much a man of expressing feelings, granted, over time he has improved immensely, but he is nowhere near perfect and neither are you. You’re two people, a father and his daughter who are trying their best to be better for each other and for those you love. 

Bruce is a man who at times tends to lack patience, there are not many things he isn’t good at, unfortunately being emotionally vulnerable is one of the things he could use improvement on. 

That’s probably why he let you go that night instead of chasing after you, and it’s probably why he stayed silent while Lois was telling him off when he first told her and Clark that you were missing. 

If he’s learned anything in his time as a father, it’s that he’d do better, and he will continue to be a better father today than he was yesterday. 

Regardless, he knew he needed to get his daughter.

For one hour every day, at one o’ clock, you went and sat under the cherry blossoms, inhaling the comforting floral fumes, feeling the defined rays of sunlight peak through the branches of the tree and onto your soft skin. 

You knew the soft breeze by heart now, the way it felt softly dancing through your hair, the cool sensation of it against your hairline as it kissed away the beads of sweat formed by the day of work in the sun. You had decided last night that today you would go home, as peaceful as it was there you missed your family. You missed your dads and brothers and sisters, you missed the civilians you’d help on patrol. You missed helping people, but more than that you missed your family. You missed baking for them and laughing with them, learning about life and society with them by your side every step of the way. You had decided that today at sundown. you would leave everything in order and organized for the Kitas and bid your farewells, of course you would visit soon, they’re  kind people who took care of you when you needed it. 

You immediately knew something was off when you felt a sudden gust of air, uncharacteristic for the climate in this area. You knew for certain something was off when you heard the familiar swoosh of that cape. 

You turned slowly and sure enough, you saw Bruce, walking towards you in long powerful strides, Clark not far behind him. 

His steps are aggressive, almost sloppy, his strides large and powerful, his walk having more purpose than you’d ever seen it. 

You prepared yourself for the lecture, the mental image of his condescending glare as he breaded you for your lack of self preservation, your recklessness, how this could have compromised your identity, how you're stupid, so so stupid. How you don’t think. How you’re not worth it, a lost cause-

Two strong arms wrapped themselves around you before you knew what was happening. The scent of cologne and the faint smell of metal filling your senses, why isn’t he yelling at me? 

“I was so worried. We all were. Please, don’t do that again, we’ll talk it through next time. I’m sorry.” His voice was gentle, not what you were expecting, his voice was kind, so much so that you felt your eyes glaze over, a wet sensation making its way down your cheek. . You were crying. There was that puddle of warmth pooling in your chest, that sense of security and safety. Clark came up behind you and held you tight, the feeling intensified. 

Ah. Now it made sense. His steps weren't aggressive, they were nervous, emotional.

“You really had us scared there, kiddo. Next time, come to Metropolis, or Smallville, or the tower, anywhere with anyone, but talk to us. We’re always going to be here for you because that’s what family is.” 

Tears fell from your eyes, though you didn't understand why, tears were typically for sadness, but you weren’t sad. These were tears of disbelief, of joy, of love. How funny it is that you never, not once thought you could possibly be cared for like this, that you could ever obtain a proper family like the kinds you learned about. You decided then and there that you would be damned if you ever lost them, if you ever left this. 

“I’m sorry I left, I shouldn’t have. I was going to go back today– the people. The people here have been taking care of me, I was going to help them and say goodbye.” 

Clark shook his head, “You don’t need to apologize, it’s okay, Y/n. Why don’t you go say goodbye, and we can have dinner with Ma and Pa. Sound good?” 

You nodded gingerly, feeling like a small child, you never got a childhood, you didn’t get coddled nor did you get spoken to in a loving manner. You were never reassured nor were you truly shown kindness until the night they saved you from that lab. 

The world is a cold and scary place. You’d seen some of humanity's worst, you were created by them, you were intended to be one of them. You’ve found that within the world there’s kindness, there’s love, there’s peace. 

You pulled away from them and made your way through the field and into the house, smiling at Mr and Mrs Kita sitting at the dinner table playing a game of chess, Mrs. Kita stood and smiled at you, as if she already knew. 

“I want to thank you both sincerely for your hospitality, I can’t thank you enough for the kindness you have shown me,” your voice shook but you continued, “I promise to visit again soon, and anything you need, please let me know and I will give it to you.” 

Mr. Kita laughed and shook his head, “You owe us nothing, if anything we owe you, the fields look better than I’ve ever seen them, you’re always welcome here.” 

Mrs. Kita smacked his arm lightly, and smiled and pulled you in for a hug, “That isn’t the only reason, what he means is we will always welcome you here with open arms, Dear, be safe.” 

You hugged them and retreated back to your dads, joining them on their way back to Kansas, where your loving family was already waiting.

Bonus!

“My goodness! Did you see that scary man in the cape outside? How cold he looked.” Mrs. Kita shuddered as she laid next to her husband. 

“Yes, I did, and my, that bulky fellow in the blue? He could do without the leggings.” 

“I think they do him quite a service… from behind at least.”

“My goodness Yumie, have some class Dear.” He shook his head.

She laughed, “Well, you don’t have it like you used to, old man. I’d like something to look at every so often, why don't you go buy yourself some leggings?” 

He scoffed, “Not happening, Woman. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. They best not keep Y/n from visiting or I’ll fly to the states and get her myself.” 

The room erupted into giggles and laughter, it was peaceful in the small farm in Hyogo that night.

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[elysianightsss]

Ughhhh polll whyyyyyy don’t sleep on the idea of Ancient God!Price, not into GOT for the currently winning fic Squishy how many puppy dog eyes do I need to give you for you to write that after the poll fic is done? I’m not gonna make you change it cuz that’s reaaaaally rude and I don’t wanna be rude but your Price writing is just 😘 and I *neeeeeeed* that Ancient God!Price in my life-

No puppy dog eyes needed love, I was secretly hoping for this one to win too lol.

I think everyone needs a little Ancient God Price in their lives, so here’s a little snippet to tide you over while I write the Aemond fic.

Rejection. Open and hollow, stinging like a cat scratch, it’s monumental and abstract and it’s everything you never knew you wanted. Being rejected put you in this position, you could say it made you vulnerable but with the way his rough calloused hands manoeuvred over your soft skin, you could say it was worth it.

The way his half mast cerulean eyes raked over you, a prize to be earned. Something he’s going to win, not that he knows that yet. You’ll make him work for it, that much he does know though.

You’re deep in the infatuation of it even if you wish that’s not true. You relish in the feeling of his gaze on you, soft but yet somehow cold and distant. It sparks an interest in you, you thought long gone. Dead and buried. The ends of it frayed like the neurons of your brain. Unravelled and worn at the edges.

Something dark and deceitful urges you to step forward, tempting you with the musky aroma of him. Something you’d like to devour whole if you could. The faint redolence of cigar smoke hung on his clothes.

He licked his thin chapped lips imagining the way his tongue would slide over your supple skin and despite the dull gnawing of insecurity that has grown since adolescence, you can imagine it too. His willpower hedging with every moment that slowly passes by, every moment that agonisingly ticks by.

The sweet decadence of your pulsing cunt hangs in the cold air, your nipples pebbling beneath your cotton night gown. He breathes in deep, harsh. A hint of mania colored his grin as he groans at the smell of you, the scent you’re exposing yourself to him with. A poor little bunny trapped in the lions den….

[sage-lights]

get ready for me rambling, but!

thinking about how fucking tiny the la comedy content circle is again because i finally watched the “sam says” episode for season 6 of “game changers” and jeremy culhane pulls up in a party bus??? bro! angela needs to be on dropout asap. and idk if kylie brakeman has been on dropout, but if not, she needs to be on there too! then that’s all of the aoaoaoa hosts on dropout shows. and i’m (not so patiently) waiting for the “um, actually” episode with amanda to drop because i neeeeeeed smosh x dropout content. and i just watched an edit on tiktok of ally beardsley and angela and the caption was about how we gotta get them in a room together. and then i read the comments about angela playing dnd with izzy roland and vic michaelis?!?!?! are you kidding me??? vic is my all time fav dropout cast member and the thought of vic and angela together makes me scream! which! btw! there’s an episode of aoaoaoa with vic, but angela’s not there!!! and they’re no video (i consider this a personal attack against me), but “the great debate” is gonna being together vic and angela and arasha and chanse and grant and jivani all together. AND THE MAMMA MIA SHOW AT UCB?! with patrick and angela and vic? and i found out jeremy is a part of moon goon with angela and chanse??

tl;dr as a fan of aoaoaoa, smosh, and dropout, the crossovers make me lose. my. mind.

[justallihere]

Excellent chapter, you’re such a terrific writer. There were so many reveals in this chapter and I’m so glad my girl Violet figured everything out.

Second signets have entered the chat!! I like that Violet is kind of like Melgren in a different way. Makes sense the 2 black dragons would have riders with some type of precognition.

Loved that she told her squad immediately and now I just need them in Aretia. I neeeeeeed to see Rhiannon just eviscerate Brennan but it needs to be from Xaden’s pov when Violet isn’t in the room so she can really say everything she needs to say without feeling like she should hold back on Violets behalf. Not that she would but it would be so funny to see her eviscerate him and then act innocent when Violet comes back into the room. Xaden never really left Rhiannon’s shit list but he’s firmly back on it now😭

Violet revoked all of Xaden’s access to her and he’s about to be that meme of Eric Andre at the gates screaming let me in 😭 him having bags under his eyes at the beginning, is he not sleeping well without Violet?🥺

All I’m saying is he better get a clue and fix things with his wife, quick! Get on your knees and apologize for almost sacrificing the best thing that’s ever happened to you and tell her how much you love her!!!!!!

I loved this chapter. Brennan should have been the one who got punched, but there’s still time. Liam is the worst bodyguard ever omg 😭 we still love him but dude.

Thank you! 🩷🩷

I feel quite strongly about Violet’s signet being something related to her need for information to ground herself, and based on the clues in IF foresight made sense to me

If you think Rhiannon is bad with Xaden she’s going to be worse when she meets Brennan and realizes that not only did he lie to Violet about being dead for 7 years, she’s also had to shoulder the burden of that secret alone

Xaden is def not sleeping no 😂

Liam would be very good at his job if he was dealing with anyone but Violet Sorrengail let’s give the man some credit. Violet is a difficult person to deal with

[moonrisecoeur]

idk mann im just thinking ab re6 leon...been grinding mercenaries with a friend for stages and s ranks and...literally stare at leon. ESPECIALLY china outfit leon. why is he so sexy. it should LITERALLY be illegal. for him to be that fucking attractive. call me insane but literally staring at him for like 3 hrs straight just. LORD. the way he shoots and reloads his dualies. lord id ride him no hesitation. but also his just everything. reloading, throwing stuff, sliding, melees, ESPECIALLY his special melees, the SOUNDS he makes. you could NOT get me off top of him!! ever !! the dso will have to fight me if they want him back bc hes not leaving from out from under me !!!!!

also. we have s ranked all the stages on both regular and no mercy and. my friend legit asked me, "so, do you wanna try for scores on other characters?"

how cute and funny.

-🐕

re6 leon on top (of me) i need him so bad. put him on his knees spit in his mouth watch it drip down his chin make him swallow it make him say thank u and beg me for more omg omg i neeeeeeed him

also re6 leon… being pegged… ugh, i need to hear him whine and cry… i need to wrap my hand around his throat lovingly AAKDJDSJJF I KNOW THAT DOESNT MAKE SENSE but do u get what i mean? ✨lovingly✨

omg now i’m nervous that i’m not gonna be as good as u when we play re6 together …

[chryzuree]

nitw chrysijacks au!!! tell me more abt it im so invested i love nitw!! do they get to be animals too...if they were animals what would they be!!!

AAAAH, okay okay, so it’s still a work in progress bc i haven’t decided if i want to have chrysi be in mae’s position but with elements of bea, or if i want jacks to be in mae’s position and have chrysi be mostly bea with just a hint of cole (bc i think chrysi would’ve absolutely left town for a bit), but as of writing this.. i’m erring towards chrysi as mae, since she defs can perceive things that most ppl can’t, plus she’s charismatic and generally a mess.

i was thinking chrysi shows up a couple days before her bday & you know. dismembered arm is found as usual. YES, chrysi’s thrilled abt this!!! VERY important to know!!! honestly, it’s a relief for her to find that arm, bc the vibes in that diner were in SHAMBLES. she was rlly trying to avoid eye contact w jacks and jacks was staring her down w his laser eyes. put those things AWAY, it’s literally four in the afternoon…

the party scene happens on chrysi’s bday itself, and guess who FUCKING FORGOT IT WAS HER BDAY. when the rest of their friends arrive at the party later (bc unfortunately, chrysi had to drive jacks out. she’s going to scream. that’s the worst, most awkward car ride over ever) & wish her happy bday, jacks is like “😦 oh………. happy birthday……….” <- has been in the same space as her for the past two hours. like. damn.

JACKS is the one that gets drunk (saw an ex, to which chrysi says, “you can’t run away from the town’s population”, since jacks is a serial dater), so chrysi takes him home and it’s the worstttt. she should’ve stayed at college. ((actually, jacks asks why she came home.. he’s rlly glad but he’s worried for her. unfortunately for him, he does NOT phrase it like that and chrysi gets even angrier w him))

they start repairing their relationship right around the same time chrysi starts seeing cult members / having fucked up dreams. so mostly, jacks comments on how exhausted and ill she looks. you really know how to compliment a girl, don’t you??

on one of their outings, chrysi finds out that jacks hasn’t rlly dated anyone in a while (omg.. theyre both single at the same time again.. which hasn’t occurred since jacks ruined their makeout session in senior year of high school!!!! wrow!!!!!) but anyway. still have to unpack allllllll the drama of high school before it goes anywhere.

their halloween celebration is fun.. i think that jacks would jst tag along w chrysi…. she’d win at the water balloon toss & they’d both laugh at their fortunes being read & jacks suspiciously goes missing when chrysi’s asked to cover for the witch play the town’s putting on. i jst think they need to reminisce abt halloween celebrations past… they neeeeeeed to kiss abt this, but they will NOT!!! never ever!!!!

jacks is the first to agree to research ghosts w chrysi <333 ughhh, he wants her so bad. does he believe in ghosts?? well.

THE SCENE IN THE WOODS, WHEN SHE GETS SHOT AT??? JACKS HAS TO BE PHYSICALLY DRAGGED AWAY SO HE DOESN’T ALSO GET SHOT AT. he’s sick with worry the whole time chrysi’s in the hospital. who cares abt the cult member keeping an eye on the appt??? he only cares abt how chrysi’s holding up…

he is dragging chrysi into the appt & picking her up bridal style when she shows up!!! he is putting her on the couch and tucking her in and curling up beside her!!!! they actually have a heart to heart there + chrysi begins to forgive him… before she “falls asleep” against him and jacks falls asleep too.. then chrysi gets up and goes to the woods w/o telling anyone.

jokes on her, bc jacks wakes up within ten minutes of her leaving bc he misses the feeling of her curled up against him. can NOT stop his obsessive crush and hyper-awareness of her. it’s been on overdrive since, like, ninth grade.

he’s the one to yell at her when they show up in the woods. OMG, JACKS ALSO HAS A CROSSBOW!!!! he fucking sucks at shooting at the guy tbh, he’s jst glad he managed to hit him.. then he hands off the crossbow to hold chrysi the whole way into the mines.

i haven’t rlly decided what i wanted to do here, bc i kinda want to deviate & play w story stuff regarding castor’s death.. kinda want it to be the valors that are part of the cult + they’re trying to bring castor back… but i also kinda want to up the level of danger throughout this whole time, so maybe castor’s already been revived as a vampire, but he’s like… super fucked up and ghoulish and nothing like the castor they knew… what if the mines were castor’s living quarters & they were jst trying to protect him?? plus this could mean that jacks can finally choose chrysi over castor !!!!!!! ,,,,mmm, yeah, i’m going to do that.

anyway. chrysi does NOT feel bad abt caving in the mines behind them!!!!!!! bye bye, valors!!! die then!!!!! jacks is a little more like, well, that was maybe not the best course of action? WHO CARES MAN!!!!!!

chrysi defs passed out bc visions or w/e but it’s FINE!!!!

the story would end w chrysi wishing jacks happy bday (fucked up two and a half weeks there, huh?) + jacks giving chrysi her bday present, bc he felt like an asshole that he a) forgot it was chrysi’s bday, and b) got blackout drunk on it… then they kiss abt it <333 and now they’re a couple!!!!

i wasn’t rlly thinking they’d be OFFICIALLY animals, but i think they’d both have a cat / fox motif…. lots of shirts + trinkets to call to mind those animals for them!!!!!!!!!!!! they should kiss…

[tinkerotr]

**didn’t mean for this to be so long but thoughts went rampant :,) thanks for the space to share

Reading this on the day of my Buena Vista Social Club concert that I’m going to with my roommate and her sister, my two besties basically. Last night I had my cousin over—the only family member that accepts and includes me—and she just studied while i read up on endometriosis diets to help inflammation. This morning I’ll make some Korean hot cakes for the house because i don’t know for the life of me how to cook for one and almost always end up cooking for a family of 4, so I find myself with a perfect opportunity on deck. My cat has been greatly enjoying my cousin’s company since it meant the pull-out couch had to be setup and alllllll her long lost toys were rediscovered. And on top of it all, today is the first low-pain day, including soreness, in a while, and things are moving.

The pain of removing what is toxic in your life hurts so much for a swell reason: things like that need to get under your skin and loop around your nerves and attack your system hardcore for it to affect your functioning and survival structures, so unpacking it, removing it from your life is literally an extraction of a core part of yourself: often that means family, people who have taken care of you—or who you had to consider as such for clear reasons—are now people who don’t feel safe and who threaten your well-being, but who also pull you back when you feel like your new world is crumbling again because that’s what you know feels comfortable. not because that’s what you want to comfort you. it’s gonna take some trial and error to sense a new comfort that feels natural and not effort-inducing/trauma response to avoid being left out.

Rejecting what is toxic is the hardest thing ever because you’re literally fighting with ancestral baggage, often illogical in expression and painful in realization.

But at the end of it there’s YOU and everything new you’ve birthed from your efforts and your pain and your labour and your empathy and your tears and laughs and everything combined. There’s YOUR OVERFLOW that so many have rejected but that you always had the senses, no matter how tiny, to movie with them because there you can feel something. That intuitive gut feeling NEEEEEEEDS TO BE ENCOURAGED and trust me the moment you decide you want to be a comfort for yourself when so few feel like it, that’s when your intuition will take over for you and it’ll probably feel the most umcofy because CHANGE/GROWTH IS UNCOMFORTABLE !! Followed by periods of comfort when situations come up and you finally get to feel the fruits of your emotional labour.

Like tonight, when I’ll probably be tearing up a bit after hearing a concert for the first time in ages, but also as a completely different person. It’ll also be my first ever with Toto, my walking stick. It always brings me home and beyond the mobile support it brings me great emotional support knowing my invisible pain can somehow be visibly supported and remove the pressure from myself to appear perfectly able when outside from previous beliefs aka ableist lol.

anywaysssss coming across this post today made me tear up in the happiest ways and I had a real good moment of realization that…

I did it. Things must pass and time did, started all this process 3 years ago and here we are, disabled, chronically tired, surrounded by peers who love and support me, and with compassion for myself that I can very honestly say I never actually had; all the rejection from when you’re young goes back into you, it’s a great feat slaying the Goliath that is internalization of outside-unprocessed traumatized adults raising you :) No one gets to tell you otherwise until they’ve tried so :)))))))))))))) Stay strong peeps you’re literally the motors keeping us going.

a reminder that when you are distancing yourself from people, situations and things that are toxic, but were a great priority in your life in the past, there will be times when you doubt if you could really do it. there will be times when you would want to crawl back to the comfort you had known. it may get lonely. sending love to all those people who are trying their best to hold up the choice to cut off toxic things even when the decision feels so utterly bitter. i want to remind you that there is no shame in missing the person, the situation or that thing, craving the comfort, wishing that things were different. there might even be instances where you fall back to the familiar patterns. and life will continuously show you why it didn't work out, continuously try to remind you that you deserve better. please do not shame yourself for struggling with this love. the lesson cannot be forced. the journey cannot be fast paced. let things flow. i promise you, at the end of this journey there is win, and there is a better future with people and places and things that truly belong to you and that you truly deserve. it can be a very lonely time, and i know that it's gnawing. it is painful. i am sending you lots of love and strength your way ♡

[amazildoessomethingstupid]

Chapter 81: Take Heart (The Rant Man Returns)

Hey... Hey guys, I know I've been neglecting ya since Tumblr restricted the amount of pics and we had to move to making Youtube videos. But I haven't forgotten you! Thankfully the next rant is going to be on The Paulo Show and it's going to go over EVERY CHAPTER IN VOLUME FIVE! That's right, we're closing the gap of chapters I've reviewed since Happy Hour, and since they all have to be sort-of-mini-rants for each one they should be perfect to share with you! So here, enjoy this little sneak peek at The Paulo Show Rant. Consider it an early Christmas present, and a sincere thanks for sticking with me, or at the very least... Checking in on this old man.

Chapter 82: Take Heart... A drama centered chapter that despite its multiple moving parts including Abbey and Daisy’s relationship being on the rocks, Paulo’s new relationship with Rachel solidifying and getting its first hurdle… somehow this chapter manages to keep it light, and entertaining with lackadaisical humor, thanks in large part to the supporting cast and new characters strutting their stuff and fleshing out this world including…

YA BOI THE BIG HOMO HIMSELF! MMMMMAAAAATTTTTTTT! Oh boy I love Matt, he was the best! Because out of everything, he was just a guy! He was just some friend of Rachel’s that made Paulo jealous, but he was also a person, a character, a nice guy, a likable character who just happened to be gay! And it wasn’t used to force some message onto Paulo about being gay, it wasn’t to shipbait, it wasn’t a key part of him, it was just all he needed to be… Matt! And he doesn’t steal the show, or is marketed to us as “the next best thing!” or “The gay one!”, honestly he plays second fiddle as the B-plot of this chapter which can just be summarized as Paulo going through the whole chapter crying

OH BABY YOUUUU YOU GOT WHAT I NEEEEEEED BUT YOU SAY HE JUST A FRIEND! BUT YOU SAY HE’S JUST A FRIEND, OH BABY- 

Except actually, SURPRISE! He really is just a friend, and in fact he’s gay! Ho ho, silly Paulo your relationship with Rachel is safe~

Abbey and Daisy on the other hand… Not so much. Daisy let slip her feelings about Mike in Happy Hour, and so Abbey decides to break up with Daisy.  Paulo hears about this and consoles Daisy by telling her that this whole thing is fucking stupid and they should just suck it up and be a man woman, but upon seeing how broken up Daisy is about it, he decides to help out, with Daisy offering to also help him by dealing with the B-Plot!

So Paulo decides to cook up a scheme involving…

JASMINE! Hey, Jasmine I hadn’t seen you since

Yeah… y’know I remember now why I hated your character so much and thought you were the worst character in the comic you ungrateful fuckin…

It’s okay. It’s okay. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. We’re being nice today. Positivity. Positivity. Positivity.  So Jasmine ends up relenting and helping Paulo out by using her political pull as school secretary to set up a fundraiser once he reveals that it’s actually for Daisy.   

Making this a sweet little adventure chapter as everyone gets to play a part and help solve a problem, with hijinks ensuing when Daisy’s nervousness to buy Abbey flowers leads to Paulo buying the flowers for her.  I’m skimming over a lot of course because we’ve got plenty to go over and I can’t stop to point every part that I liked, but just know that between all these points there are jokes happening that still make me laugh as I’m writing this out.

One joke that I WILL talk about is the great gag of the plan going awry because

Oh that Paulo~

But this is quickly resolved as Daisy explains that it was supposed to be from her, but Abbey is still dwelling on the past and talking about how he’s unsure about the relationship and that leads to THE SCENE. The Hook. The moment when I knew things were different.  The point where I started believe again! The scene that made me have faith that Paulo really was the guy and would lead us to the brighter future we were yearning for!

No joke, when I read this scene I actually clapped.  I gave a standing fucking ovation because HOLY SHIT YA BOI DID IT! HE CALLED OUT THE BULLSHIT DRAMA DEVELOPING IN FRONT OF HIM! HE’S ME! HE JUST LIKE ME FOR REAALLL! THIS TEEN DON’T GOTTA WORRY ABOUT NO ACNE, CAUSE THIS MOTHAFUCKA IS PROACTIVE! LET’S FUCKIN’ GOOOOOOOO! YEEEAAAAAAH THAT’S RIGHT YOU TELL HIM! And for those of you that don’t get it… let me reel it back for you, and tell you that this whole thing of Abbey breaking up with Daisy because Mike X Daisy was a thing is such bullshit.  First of all, as Paulo said that ship was NEVER going to be a thing.  The last time that Daisy’s crush over Mike was relevant was all the way back in Volume 1! Where it flamed out hard and Mike buried that shit like a dog turd on the lawn.  And abbey should’ve known that, since… well y’know. HE WAS THERE WHEN IT HAPPENED!

But thank FUCK! Paulo takes charge and quashes it right then and there! It’s over! Abbey and Daisy are together again! Paulo figures out Matt’s gay and has nothing to worry about! And everything is going to be okay! The one solid relationship of Abbey X Daisy is solid and we never have to worry about it ever again. [start crying]  And nothing bad will ever come out of this scene it is  ah huh hoo hoo p-positivity. POSITIVITY! POSITIVITY! POSITIVITY!

10/10

Welcome to the Show

[galadrielette]

I just wanted to write helaegon smut but somehow it’s turned into a character study of them and their marriage.

[prettyboyroy]

tried shrooms w a bunch of esoteric ass hippie transbians i barely knew last night in what may possibly have been my most oregonian experience to date

[chthonicathenean]

Hnnnnnggggghhhh I neeeeeeed it! I have no idea if this would work for me because the google says it’s zone 5 and I’m in 4b. Sometimes hardiness zones are a bit fuzzy and sometimes they’re very definite. I’ll probably just buy a hellebore that’s definitely good for my area.

Time to plant my new (BLUE!) hellebore and pot my black pepper!

Starting..... NOW!

.....I am totally getting out of bed. Starting..... NOW.

....

shit

[sableseb]

bestie bestie please please hardcore angry enemies rough bucky smut with spitting slapping degradation daddy kink and all that shi PLEASSEEEE god maybe him as the soldier? or not thats your choice hskshsjs if you want i really NEEEEEEED some i'm starved 😭 i will love you forever favourite writer your smut has me in a CHOKEHOLD

STOP IT.😭 Ugh. I’m not worthy of you.🧎🏻‍♀️I’m living for this request. I really, really hope you enjoy!💕 Ilysm.x

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, degradation, dirty talk, slapping, pussy slapping, spitting, thigh riding, spanking, cum eating, choking

tags: @fuckandfluff @bucky-soldat @stucky-my-ship @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44 @sparksforkoo @bemine-bucky @thewritingdoll @harrysthiccthighss

It was supposed to be a simple extraction mission. Get in, get the hard drive, get out. Easy enough. She’s a very efficient person. But something went wrong. So horribly wrong. Because she’s no longer in the Hydra building. She’s somewhere dark and damp chained to a stone wall. Great. She thinks. Who’s ass do I have to kick now?

Her arms are starting to ache from being suspended, ass numb from sitting on the unforgiving, cold floor. How long was she out? She couldn’t tell. The son of a bitch ambushed her.

She’s never been ambushed before. She can hear an enemy three floors down. Whoever it was they sent, they’re good. She’ll give them that. But, she’s better.

As she’s trying to move her bound wrists out of their confines, thuds catch her attention. She stops her movements to focus on the sound that’s coming from the end of the corridor. It’s black in this place they stuck her in. The only source of light is coming from the cracks in the ceiling. She can’t see a single thing from afar.

The thudding gets closer and she soon realizes it’s the sound of boots approaching her. She gets a tinge of excitement in her chest at the prospect of seeing her captor. She wants to see who she’ll ruin once she gets out of her restraints. Feel their skull crack underneath her boot.

“Ya know,” she states to the unknown figure, “You’ve made a big mistake. I don’t take too kindly to people knocking me out and chaining me up.”

She looks up to a hulking figure cast in shadows. He’s dressed in gear just as dark as this stupid low kept torture chamber. She watches carefully as he crouches down in front of her. It hits her then. This isn’t just any man. It’s the Winter Soldier. 

A smile breaks along her features as she sees him now. Hair long, mask covering his face just like the last time they met, figure all lean muscle. He’s her dirtiest wet dream and her favorite enemy. What an honor to escape him once more.

“Oh. So they sent you after me again. Haven’t they learned that even the Soldat can’t contain me?”

He always hates how mouthy she is. She’s the only one who’s ever talked down to him. Does she not realize he could kill her without a second thought? The only reason she’s breathing is because his superiors want her alive...much to his dismay.  “Last time I checked, you enjoyed being restrained,” he spits.

“Mmm. I do. I’m in the mood to be freed today though. Why don’t you let me go and show me what you can do with that metal arm?” 

God, did she want to take the brunt of that shiny arm. She wants to be strangled, slapped, groped by that appendage. He’s intimidating, she’ll give him that. Unlucky for him, the fear his presence brings turns her on. She’s curious as to what lays underneath that mask. Is he horribly burned? Scarred? 

He works the shackles off her wrist. He needs to drag her out of here and fast. She’s working on his last nerve and he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep her alive for his commanders.

He wraps a firm hand around her arm and hauls her up to her feet. “Knew you couldn’t say no to that,” she grins.

“It’s my order to retrieve you so they can beat information out of you...and I can’t wait to watch every minute of it.” He says while dragging her roughly through the corridor.

She knows his weakness. Her. She knows just which buttons to push to get him sidetracked and ultimately escape him. Hand to hand combat is always out of the question. She can hold her own, but not for a very long time with him. He’s skilled and nothing but brute force. But, she’s more cunning and unashamed than he. It’s almost too easy with him.

“Is that what they do to you? Beat you if you don’t comply? What happens every time I escape you? They must really hurt you for being such a fuck up.”

She knows it was a low blow, but she’s willing to say anything to get his full attention. And full attention she gets because suddenly, he slams her, hard, up against the rock wall. 

The air leaves her lungs and she can’t suck in more, his metal arm is enclosed around her throat, dangerously close to crushing her windpipe. He leans into her body menacingly. Even through her choking, she can comprehend his bulge brushing against her hip as her toes barely touch the ground.

She shouldn’t be turned on, she shouldn’t. But, she can’t deny she’s always wanted him to take her, mark her, fuck her then leave her to capture her another day. She craves the chase, the cat and mouse dynamic they seem to hold. It’s what drives her to make him hate her. She loves the terror, the fact that he could end her life in an instant makes her pussy drip with a sick need.

“Listen, you dumb bitch. You know nothing. You better keep that mouth shut before I kill you myself.”

Just the reaction she needed from him. “Make me, soldier.” She chokes out while grasping the cool metal.

She brings a knee to his stomach, making his grip loosen slightly before she swings a blow to his face. He drops her, but she doesn’t even make it a foot away before he drags her down against the floor. He places all his weight on top of her, pinning her arms above her head while he takes in her form beneath him.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.”

She gets a hand loose from his grasp and brings it to his mask, ripping it off his face. Big mistake. He’s gorgeous. Even with the pure rage etched along his features.

This woman doesn’t have a single ounce of self perseverance. She keeps digging herself deeper into her own grave. He wants nothing more than to end her. It’ll save everyone some time. Even if he’d be punished later, it’d be worth it to finally shut her up.

But, she’s ruts against him. And suddenly, he feels something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He feels pleasure. She’s sick for wanting him. He’s dumb for wanting her. But the way she keeps dragging her cunt over his thigh, the urge to kill her subsides for now and pure need overtakes him.

“You’re fucking insane you know that?” He tells her while she gets herself off on his leg. All she does is laugh dryly.

“Aren’t we all?”

He sees that glint in her eye, the sly smirk. He forcefully shoves his mouth against hers. She drinks him in eagerly. It’s all teeth and tongue and anger. He starts tearing at her suit, mouth never leaving hers as he rips off everything until she’s left panting in her bra and panties.

He bites her lip harshly causing her to let out a moan against the pain that shoots straight to her core. He brings his hand to her cheeks and squeezes them, parting her bruised lips before spitting into her mouth.

She rubs herself against him again, faster with her tongue hanging out. His dirty slut wants more. He spits onto her tongue once again and watches as it slowly runs down her slick muscle before she swallows. It makes his dick jump, how foul she is sends him into a frenzy.

“Always knew you were a filthy girl,” he groans.

“What gave it away?”

His hand cracks down against her face. The force sends her head whipping to the side. She can taste blood along her tongue from the hit. He grips her hair and pulls her forward so she can look into his eyes.

“You don’t get to talk to me that way. You’re gonna do nothing but lay here and take my fucking cock.”

His words mixed with that menacing snarl makes her completely compliant. She’s getting wetter by the second, the thought of him fucking her hard and fast has her mind completely fogged.

He flips her body over and has her on all fours. In a trance, he watches as she spreads her legs wide, presenting herself to him. He sees the way her ass moves with each sway of her hips. He craves to feel that soft skin under his rough palms. He reaches out and grabs two handfuls of the bouncy flesh. 

He moves it around and spreads her open, watching as her wet cunt sucks the fabric of her panties in before landing a smack against her cheek. She sucks in a breath at the impact. The sting spreads down to her thigh, she wants more.

She pushes herself up against his front and he slots his thigh between her legs from behind. To his utter amusement, she starts to grind against his leg again. Pleasure sparks inside her as she creates a sweet friction on his rough pants.

He lands hit after hit on her backside. She can already feel bruises forming from his onslaught. And her poor clit, she’s rubbing herself raw as she chases more of those little jolts.

“Look how desperate you are...you only ever think with that pussy.” He grits as he connects his palm to her ass. He relishes in the sound of her squeals, the sight of her cheeks colored an angry red as the skin ripples with each hit.

She feels a tug on her panties before she hears the rip. Cool air brushes against her swollen pussy and inflamed ass. It’s only a slight reprieve. She feels his cock rub through her folds, the tip pressing against her clit each time. 

He watches as he passes through her puffy lips, coating himself in her arousal before teasing her entrance. He repeats his motions until she visibly shakes from his constant torture. He wants to hear her beg for it.

“Who’s my stupid slut,” he grins.

“I’m your stupid slut.” Her voice starts to crack, she needs to be filled before she loses her mind.

“And what does my stupid slut need,” he continues.

“She needs your cock! Please, just fuck me.”

Without a second thought, he slams his hips against hers. Both let out ragged moans at the sudden sensations. He can’t remember the last time he was balls deep inside someone so tight. And she’s never taken anyone as thick or long as him. She can feel him so deeply that she believes he may bruise her internally.

He sets a rough pace, only chasing his pleasure. He’s not too worried about the girl underneath him, he knows she can take it. And he knows she’s enjoying it as her walls throb around his shaft after each intrusion, he can’t help the grunts and growls that he emits. 

Above her, he sounds like an animal. Which, isn’t that what he is? A caged beast? She’s never felt so full and so utterly fucked as she does now. He’s taking her apart dangerously fast. His balls kiss her bundle of nerves with each thrust. The concrete is digging into her hands, her chest, her knees. She can feel a new piece of skin tear open each time he sends her jolting forward.

The grip he has on her hips is vice-like. He’s using her like a doll, fucking himself with her body, keeping the pace fast and unforgiving as he feels a knot wind up in the base of his stomach.

Her moans continue to grow, her noises are getting on his nerves. He takes his metal hand and wraps it into her hair, pulling her up so her back is flushed with his front. He takes his flesh fingers and shoves them past that tantalizing pout, putting enough pressure on her tongue to muffle her cries.

“I need you to shut the fuck up for once.” He snarls while furiously fucking up into her. He can’t wait to watch his seed drip from her when he fills her up. He’ll make sure she takes every last drop in her pretty pussy.

All his miserable life he’s wanted to lay his claim to something. Own something rather than being owned. He finally has that something since you came along and he’s not letting you go any time soon.

She can hardly breathe with his fingers shoved down her throat. He makes her gag with them ever so often and it causes her to clench around him as she heaves. She loves how feral, how nasty he is. He’s everything she dreamed of and more.

He finds that certain spot deep inside her that makes her knees buckle. Once he hits it, he doesn't let off it. Tears stream down her face as her body quakes. Heat bursts along her back, between her legs and when she feels that cool metal spank her clit, she cums with a whine. The pain sending her over the edge.

He feels her constrict around him as she reaches her climax. He continues to over work her as he keeps smacking and rubbing her pussy. The pulses she makes with each hit has his eyes rolling into his head before his balls tighten and he cums inside her.

She’s limp in his arms as he pulls out of her. His load starts to run down her thighs. He removes his fingers from her mouth and catches the white trail before shoving it back inside her. He brings his slick covered fingers to her mouth once more and instantly, she sucks and licks until he’s clean.

“They should keep you around. I need to cum in a tight cunt once in a while.” He says while tucking himself back into his combat pants.

He doesn’t notice her standing up, he doesn’t register her swift kick to his temple until it’s too late and darkness envelops his vision. He lands on his side with a soft thud. He looks so gentle while he’s asleep. But, she knows he’s far from it. She learned that in the best way possible.

Men. So easy to use, so easy to escape from when you have a pussy. Even the master class assassins can’t resist the temptation of sinking their dicks into a tight hole. She gathers her torn clothing and makes her way down the tunnel with a limp, sparing the soldier one last glance.

She smiles, eager for when he finds her again.

[chvnnie]

some soft jisung bc i’m having a bad day and need this - not proofread, thanks to @lix-ables for saying she would support this post and making me cry

if you’ve submitted a request/thoughts of any sort, i will be slowly answering them this weekend <333

no smut below the cut, but either way, MINORS DNI

the clicking of the keyboard was slowly becoming soothing, heavy eyes sluggishly trying to blink away the sleep. jisung had been in his office for hours - the notes in his head refused to let him sleep, making him toss and turn and squeeze his eyes shut to no avail. he could not sleep until he finished this beat.

his desktop clock blinked, early hours of the morning reminding him that he really needs to call it a night. he thought of you, how he left you when he dragged himself across the house to work. lips parted, a puddle of drool on the pillow, jisung’s shirt you slept in practically drowning you. god, it was so hard to leave you. all he wanted to do was gather you in his arms, holding you close to his body and protecting you from everything that crawls in the night.

but no. his brain wouldn’t shut up.

jisung checked his phone - endless social media notifications, reminders for various things he continued to put off, at least fifteen messages from minho, each more threatening than the last.

minho: yah, jisung. answer your phone.

minho: are you ignoring me

minho: stop ignoring me

minho: if you think i won’t come over-

well, at least he wasn’t the only one awake.

jisung turned on the do not disturb setting, placing his phone face down. he needed to focus. he needed to finish so he could hurry back to bed, hurry back to you.

his headphones had blocked out the sound of the door opening, of you releasing little grumpy groans as you rubbed your eyes. “sungie?”

but he couldn’t hear the way you called for him, head bobbing along with the beat as he worked on it.

you called his name twice more, each time louder than the last. nope. nothing was getting past those headphones. he didn’t hear the little stomps you made as you grew progressively more frustrated at the lack of attention.

when your hand landed on his shoulder, he jumped, throwing his headphones off his head. turning around in the chair, he was ready to fight, until he saw you with a grumpy pout. he dropped his hands, taking a deep breath of relief. “god, i thought you were minho.”

“huh?” you croaked out, fists not leaving your eyes as you continued the circular motion.

“nothing.” jisung’s hands found your waist, thumbs massaging them as he looked up at you. “baby, why are you up? it’s so late.”

you shook your head, pout just getting poutier. “woke up for snuggles and you were gone.” god, you sounded so cute - voice groggy with sleep, a very unintimidating anger mixing with your whines. he couldn’t help but smile at you, grin absolutely goofy as he stared at you.

it was still hard to comprehend - a love like this. it burned bright, passion driving it to grow and the power of it simply overwhelming to anyone outside the relationship. inside, it was strong and steady, absolutely unbreakable no matter who/what tried. so pure, so selfless - until you’re pouting in front of him demanding snuggles with the empty threat of leaving the room if you don’t get what you want.

“are you listening to meeeeeee?” you whined, dragging out your words. was it wrong to be so obsessed with how precious you were right now? because he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he wanted to.

“of course, baby. i’m sorry.” jisung sighed, knowing that you couldn’t understand how sorry he actually was. “i’ll be in bed soo-“

“no. now.”

he chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes. “baby-“

“neeeeeeed sungie snuggles. now.”

sighing, he shook his head as he chuckled. “fine-“ he dropped your hips and moved to pat his lap. “-we can hang out here until i’m finished. i’m close.”

it was an impossible offer to pass up, you quickly crawling into his lap and clutching to him. you nuzzled your head in his neck, a content sigh leaving your lips as you got comfortable.

jisung turned around, moving back to his desk with you. he moved the mouse with one hand, the other too busy with his mix-board. his tongue peeked out from his lips, focus taking over his body.

until he heard you whine.

“cold.” you said, moving your head to speak clearly. “is there a blanket in here…”

jisung was taking off his hoodie before the sentence ended, leaving him in a wrinkled black shirt. he pushed you back gently, putting the hoodie on you before a hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you back into him.

you and jisung sat like this for a while; he had taken the headphones off, letting his new beat fill the room. it was there, just a few more-

“done.” jisung happily sighed, quickly naming the file and tucking it away. “baby, are you-“

he was answered by your soft snores, too far gone to understand what he said. you looked so, so peaceful - even the way your hair stuck to your face from drool was endearing. god - he fucking loved you. jisung gently believed he didn’t love anyone as much as he-

his beliefs immediately went into the question when the motioner by the mix board lit up, sleepy cries threatening to beat you out for the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

sighing, he shut the motioner off, softly shaking you awake.

“she’s awake.” jisung whispered, pressing feather light kisses across your forehead.

you shook your head, sleepy groans coming out again. “g-got her-“

you were interrupted in your attempt to beat him to your daughter’s room by the ringing of the doorbell.

well, she was crying louder now. jisung reached over to his phone, knowing just who was outside the door.

minho: ya, jisung. open the door.

[sweetnsour1]

Ashido: Y/N! I neeeeeeed dating advice RIGHT NOW!

You: Love is just a speed bump on the road to murder.

Bakugou: I thought I told you to stop with the true crime podcasts. Is this why you haven’t been sleeping?

You: That’s exactly what a murderous spouse would say.

Bakugou: I’m not gonna murder you!

Ashido: OoooOooooo but you WILL marry her, huh?

Bakugou: *blushing*

Ashido: See, she’s perfect! You can have her back when I’m done. So here’s my problem…

Might make this longer later.

Masterlist

[ageless-aislynn]

Hee, I used to be able to say all of the Elvish in Fellowship along with the characters but that was too many years back now so I’ve forgotten most of it. 😕 But I remember those days with great fondness! Whenever my computer used to mess up, I’d tell it Aragorn’s lines to Brego (essentially the Elvish of “Easy, boy, it’s all right” though I’m badly paraphrasing, sorry *points to part about too many years and bad memory*). You know, I really need to go back and find that again because I feel like that line would be helpful to many things in my life, not just a malfunctioning computer, lol! 😂

Definitely know what you mean about the theatrical releases being a bit jarring when you get to the missing scenes! Yet... I bought them on DVD as well because I neeeeeeeded all of the LotR, lol!

I’ve got my fingers crossed you can get in a few more viewings! I’m definitely going to do an at-home watching ASAP because all of this talk has inspired me to want to see it again! 💖

Here’s wishing you an awesome week and good luck with all of the commuting, work and movie watching! 🤗💖

I never fail to be absolutely shocked at how horrible some people can be, especially when they hide behind Anonymous. I know it's not much but just know those comments say SO much more about them than they ever would about you. This is Tumblr. We're all here because we love *something* and want to share that love. Enthusiasm for a movie or show or characters or ship or whatever is awesome! I know it's hard after getting messages like this but just remember, your posts about Titanic are showing love whereas those anon messages are pure hate. That's what they have in their heart and it will eat them alive if they continue on that way. You keep on posting about Titanic or anything else that happens to have your interest at the time and focus on what you love, not on some small little tiny-minded person filled with hate. Titanic is wonderful! I'm old enough I saw it in the theaters when it first came out, lol! I even have the VHS set (2 tapes because it was too long to fit on one). Anyway, take care of yourself and hang in there. <3

People truly are absolute dickheads. Like if people are going to be that awful, at least have the courage to come off Anonymous. It’s ridiculous.

Oh my gosh that’s amazing. My mum was heavily pregnant with me when Titanic came out - it came out on 19th December 1997, and she had me on 13th January 1998 (though apparently it was released on 23rd January in the UK… still, she definitely wasn't going to see a three hour movie whilst either three weeks from delivering or three weeks after having a baby!) I'm actually just about old enough to remember VHS tapes (I had a lot of Disney VHS tapes and also video tapes that my parents recorded things on) but by the time my parents showed me Titanic, we had a DVD player.

Okay I’m going to be super geeky, I’m sorry... I remember how I first watched it: my mum bought some DVDs off Amazon when I was about 7? 8? I might have been 9 even - I was still in junior school so I was definitely at least 7 or 8, meaning I probably first watched it somewhere around 2005-2007? Anyway, one of the DVDs she bought was Titanic; I remember my mum telling me and my sister about the film, she presented it as "this ship that sank and loads of people died", and I remember it came in a 2 disc DVD set because it was so long! I remember exactly where the change over is on the discs too; it’s the scene just after the Titanic hits, Captain Smith says “Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.” And then you have to change the discs over 😅 I actually realised last year whilst trying to rewatch the film that the second DVD was broken, so I ended up buying two more copies of the film on DVD - I tried to get the same special edition again from a secondhand store, they didn't have it so I ordered it to be delivered, and because I wanted to watch the film again ASAP, I bought a copy they did have... so now we have two intact copies and then a copy where only the first disc is intact, which is kind of hilarious.

I'm... doing slightly better now, I think. I'm still feeling super low but... oh well. I'm just trying to survive, which is the best I really can do to be honest.