#I'm sooooooo exhausted and tired

[itaintgojover]

COMPATIBILITY TEST

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ feat. !Frat Boy! Gojo fucks you outside at his party. douchey gojo asks to see how compatible you guys are after you tell him you cant stand him. i wonder what he means...

-`♡´cw: 18+!!!! unprotected sex (be safe guys lol), creampie, oral m and f receiving, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm denial, mention of threesome, voyeurism ??, panty thief, drug usage

-`♡´word count: 3.8k

ps. i did not proofread this

The hot, bright beams slowly clouded your vision with dark green spots. The scent of sweat and pheromones filled the air while you and some stranger attempted to dance, but too far gone to worry if anyone was watching. It was simple: Night after night,  the douchiest of the frat guys would hit you up and practically beg for you to show up at their “rager”. If it weren't for your friend constantly begging, you would spend most of your nights probably scrolling through your phone. This night didn't feel particularly different, not until you saw him.

Earlier 

“Y/N pleaseeeeeeeeeeee, this is my one chance to get laid” Your friend cried out almost in tears. 

“Shoko, come on. You said that every other night, we just finished with midterms. I'm fucking tired.” You groaned, exhausted from the weeks of studying.

“Hey, maybe you’ll find someone too. You haven't been with anyone else since Nanami. What even happened between you two, he was literally the perfect man”

The long dreaded question finally popped up. Your ex boyfriend- if you could even call him that- and you had split. He was indeed the “perfect man”. Nanami would always make sure that you were taken care of, always there for you on those late nights when you felt you had no one else. Ideally, you would have liked to end up with him, but unfortunately the stars didn't align for you two. You know he loved you, and you definitely loved him, but you weren’t the one for him, nor he the one for you.

The two of you had realized it early on in your relationship, yet decided to continue whatever you had. It was mutually beneficial, you both got to fill the void of a loved one without being exclusive. It wasn't until recently when you had felt the need to let him go, he felt like a safety net. You weren't ready to completely open yourself up to anyone, but you still wanted the comfort and understanding he provided. It felt like the right thing to do. He told you that he’d always be around if you needed him, and with that you were content. 

“Listen, it's complicated. But me and him are on good terms, happy?” 

“Somewhat, but I'm worried about you babe. I'm not saying you need someone to be happy, but you don't even seem open to the idea. I think it would be good for you to meet someone tonight. Just promise me that you’ll try, okay?”

The look in Shoko’s eyes seemed to be of genuine concern. You begrudgingly nodded your head in affirmation, although doubtful that such a thing would occur. 

You hastily got ready, and you and Shoko arrived at the house. Couples on the lawn shamelessly displaying heinous acts. A myriad of trash thrown around, waiting for the poor sucker the next morning to pick it up. Upon entering it didn't get any better, the same as every other party you’d been to recently. 

“Hey, Y/N!!!” 

A voice suddenly calls your name and you whip your head around to see your friend Itadori along with your other friends Megumi and Nobara. They come over to embrace you and share pleasantries after not seeing each other for a while. 

“Sooooooo, I heard through the grapevine that Y/N’s on the market now. Megs, I think it's finally your chance”

An obviously wasted Nobara says while elbowing Megumi in the ribs and receiving a playful punch back. 

“Hahaha, yeah but don't worry, me and him are good. I think i’m gonna get a drink though I’ll be back soon”

You escape the conversation as soon as you can, the only way you would survive tonight was to get shit faced as fast as you could. 

Hours go by, and instead of you being absolutely wasted, you’re watching Shoko play beer pong with random people who won't stop laughing. Shoko had-to your terror-informed you that your DD for the night bailed. She didn't outright ask you to be mom for the night, but her passive aggressive whines would say otherwise. Being surrounded by intoxicated people while sober was not how you were expecting the night to turn out. You leave shoko alone for a bit, attempting to go and find a restroom after all the soda you had. You wander upstairs passing at least three couples making out, and start rattling each door handle hoping to find a restroom. Most of them were locked or had a tie around the knob signaling that whoever was behind that door, was getting busy. At last though, one of the doors finally opened and instead of seeing the restroom you see a women straddling a man.

You stand there in shock for a moment. The man had his hand gripped onto the woman's ass, tenderly kneading the flesh beneath her skirt, while sucking on her tit ravenously. The two continued to grind onto each other seemingly not aware of your presence. The man’s gaze slowly turns to you and your breath hitches. Blue was all you saw. As bright as a summer day yet he seemed so far away. Almost as if there wasn't currently a women he was ravishing, all his attention was on you. His eyes remain on you while the women in his lap squeals and shoves her fingers into his snow, white hair seeking something to grip for stability.

The sight immobilized you, you knew you should have walked away as soon as you saw them, but something held you back. Your body subconsciously takes a step back creating a loud squeak from the floor to echo through the room. The woman all of a sudden yelps in surprise and covers her chest yelling an angry “get out” at you. 

You rush out of the room feeling your face heat up at the sight you just witnessed. Something about the way his long, slender hands slid up her ass sent shivers through you. It was quiet a foreign feeling, you never would have thought you would feel envy especially over him. 

Gojo Satoru. The well known president of the most famous fraternity on campus, Alpha Beta Kai. He was at the top of everyone’s “people to bang at least once” list. There was not a single girl or guy on campus that didn't want to be involved with him in some way. Stories about him reached far and wide, which is why you (who tried your best not to involve yourself with drama) even knew about him. Last 4th of July, the guy has supposedly fucked every girl apart of the sorority next door, Kappa Deltha Phi. Along with the rumors that he was part horse. There were many eye witnesses that came forward, sobbing saying they’d never find a man like him again. To you, Gojo Satoru was a mess who you didn’t wanna associate with. You knew you had mutual friends like Shoko and Nanami, who swore he was a nice guy deep down, but beyond that, you didn't hope for anything more. 

Instead of dwelling on it too much, you go back to find Shoko. She's giggling over some dumb joke when she notices that you’re there and runs over.

“Heyyyyyy, Y/N.  I missed you sexy, come dance with me”

She hiccups after that last words, and starts dragging you over to the dance floor where house music was playing. You don't even protest, too overwhelmed from what happened just trying to distract yourself. Shoko starts grinding up on you and you give in and do it back desperate to have some fun. The sweat and scent of cheap perfume suffocates you and holds a vague sense of nostalgia. No matter how many times you tell yourself that you’re done with these shitty parties you always come back. Sure, you could blame it on Shoko, but you could easily tell her no. honestly, it didnt make sense to you, but deep down you knew this cycle would keep continuing. All of a sudden, Shoko doubles over and starts gagging. Great, your night just keeps getting better. You place her arm over her shoulder and guide her upstairs to the bathroom (which you now know the location of). You do your best to look away while holding her hair back and assuring her that it’s okay. A ray of orange graces your eyes all of a sudden, and you swear that you cry a little.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N is Shoko okay??? Here, I got it from here. I can tell you’ve gone through a lot tonight.”

“Awww, Nobara i’m going to kiss you. You’re literally my angel, I’ll be back in a little i'm just gonna clear my head. It's been a weird night…”

Getting a sincere nod from Nobara, you walk outside to the backyard, where surprisingly not a soul in sight. You head over to a far couch and sit down for a bit. Maybe you would go inside in a bit, talk up some cute guy then head home. Hell, maybe you could even call Nanami, you know he would answer and rush over in a heartbeat if you even mentioned being lonely. It was tempting, the night would end on a good note and you’d have him to comfort you. The idea didn't seem too bad and you let out a little chuckle. 

“What's so funny, voyeur?”

Holy shit. You turn to the voice to see Satoru walking towards you. When did he get here? Last time you saw him, he was almost balls deep in some blonde chick. Now you had to deal with the embarrassment of walking in on them.

“Nothing, just thinking. I’m sorry about earlier, hope you know I’m not a peeping tom or anything like that”

“I mean, if you asked nicely you could have joined. Haven't had a threesome in a while.”

Your eyes widen, surprised he would even insinuate that. Offended couldn't even explain how you felt, does this asshole really think you’d fuck him? He was delusional. Whatever feelings of envy or jealousy you had earlier were long gone, and you were prepared to get up and leave until he came to sit by you. the proximity between you was too close for your liking. You could see him. Not in the way you did before, every minor thing you wouldn't have noticed before was magnified. His perfectly, straight teeth and soft, smooth lips smirking at you. His soft, voluminous hair perfectly being pushed by the wind. His muscular arms being hugged in all the right places by the shirt he was wearing. His eyes. Seeing them up close was another experience entirely. It was almost as if you would drop to your knees right then and there. They gleamed with radiance and temptation, drawing you in the more you stared back at him. Hadn’t you known anything about him, you would have let desire overcome you.

“No thank you, you’re not really my type, plus I can't really stand you.”

Lies. You’re flat out lying, partially. It was true that you couldn't stand this guy, but he was gorgeous. But you couldn't give in and feed his fat ego even more. 

“ouch, you're harsh. I heard from a birdie though that you and Nanami broke up, and plus the look in your eyes earlier said otherwise. I could see the way you rubbed your legs together, it's okay to admit you were wet”

He places a hand on your leg, seemingly challenging you. He starts to rub circles with his thumb on your inner thigh while continuing to talk into your ear. It didn't surprise you that he knew about Nanami, they were close enough to each other for him to have mentioned it.  

“I would really enjoy myself with a pretty girl like you. I know you don't like me, but that's okay. Doesn't mean we aren't compatible in other ways.”

His hand trails up even higher, climbing further and further towards your drenched cunt. You wished desperately that his words didn't have any affect on you, but they did. There was a war happening in your mind. Did you really wanna fuck this guy and give him something to boast about? The sensible part of your brain was screaming at you to leave and leave him but hurt, but when he was this close to you and saying all the right things, how could you refuse?

“Prove me wrong then.”

As soon as the words come out of your mouth, he gives you a boyish grin and extends out to litter nibbles up and down your neck. Obviously intending to leave marks, but you couldn't even bring yourself to care in that moment. Satoru brings his hand up to your panties and starts to slowly palm you. The sensation against your clit makes you release a low sigh of pleasure. You could feel yourself becoming wetter the more time went by between you- if that was even possible. Sensing your neediness and urge for more, Satoru chuckles and lays you flat against the couch. The fabric from your skirt slowly slides down your legs and then he quickly discards it, leaving you completely vulnerable. A burst of panic runs through you, you exposed outside. Anyone could come outside and see you in this compromised position. 

“Don't worry your pretty little head, those fuckers are so shit faced I doubt they’ll come out here”

It eased your worries a little to hear him say that, but you were still on edge. You were taken out of your thoughts though when he bites onto the fabric of your panties above your hip bone, and takes them off with his porcelain teeth. He was taking his time playing with you, and you were unsure of whether to simply enjoy it or punch him in the face. Satoru brings his face close to your pussy, he blows a breath of air right at your clit making you tense up. He laughs at your response then places a tender kiss on your fold. Following it along with licking a stripe on the other, touching everywhere but where you wanted him. 

“Satoru, please I need it”

A vulgar whine comes out of your lips in frustration. He smiles at you before giving into your requests and lapping at the sweet juice your pussy had been collecting for him. As soon as he got a taste, he felt like he would cream his pants right then and there. Your whines had gone straight to his dick and he wasn’t sure he’d felt anything like this. He brings up a finger to your wet little entrance and slowly sinks in his long, slender finger earning a moan from you. The more he slides in the more you see stars cloud your vision. You felt the need to close your eyes. Just looking at him made you feel like you would come from the sight alone. His eyes were playful and he would occasionally let out a moan while eating your pussy knowing the vibrations made you spasm each time. The wet squelching becomes louder the faster he pumps his finger while sucking on your clit. The combination of the two makes you wrap your legs around his head while panting and begging for more.

He pulls away sensing your impending orgasm and sits down with his leg spread, his bulge on display. You eagerly get up and crawl over in between his legs. Not wanting to waste any time, you slide the band of his sweatpants down along with his boxers, and your mouth salivates. It brings you back to the rumors about this man being part horse, you had never seen anything remotely as perfect. A large vein running down the side, paired with an angry red bulging tip that was leaking with precum. You slowly bring your tongue to his tip and lick up all the precum that emerged. Parting your lips, you spit all over his cock and bring your hand up to slowly jerk him. His breath starts to become unsteady the more your hand grips his shaft and sends chills through him. You gag a little the more you try to fit him into your mouth, you reach out to his hand and guide it to the top of your head. Satoru blinks a bit in astonishment but takes the hint right away and grips your head leisurely guiding your head up and down his cock. You feel him throb in your mouth the quicker he shoves you down onto him. The more he pushed you down the more you felt the urge to choke all over him, and the more saliva you produced. You could feel it dripping down all over your chin onto him, making lewd noises as you bobbed up and down.

"ohhhhhh fuck, Y/N. holy shittttt, just like that. such a good girl, sucking my cock nice and good."

hearing his whiny groans send a wave of realization over you. you were sucking the gojo satoru's dick. and he was fucking loving it. never in a million years did you think you'd let him see you in such a vulnerable state.

He pulls you off to your shock and bends you over the side of the couch. Realizing what he was gonna do, you arch your back and lean back to tease him.

"woah, patience now gorgeous. you want my big cock that bad?"

Satoru teases, slightly chuckling while admiring the view you give him and landing a light slap to your ass.

"mmm, need it so bad. please 'toru."

Egged on by your little nickname for him, he jerks himself a little before aligning his cock with your plush folds. He slides his tip up and down your entrance preparing you for what's to come before inserting himself little by little. The two of you release a groan of pleasure at the feeling of him sinking into you. As he bottoms out, he pulls out a tad then pushes right back. he continues this process, gradually increasing the speed. the more and more he pumped into you, you could hear the wet noises from him fucking you. it was driving you crazy, you never knew you could be so wet. you start pushing back against him, desperate for even more. he takes the hint and props up leg up to fuck you even deeper. you squeal from the pleasure coursing through your body. it felt too good to even think, you lay against the couch letting satoru take control over you.

A sudden loud creak brings you back to your senses.

"Yooooooo, dude did you see that hot ass chic playing beer pong. ughh, i needa tap that for sure tonight"

"hahaha, you wish. by the way, you seen satoru? That guy is usually always around during parties."

"hey, now that you mention it, you're right! Maybe hes fucking some girl upstairs or something?"

Two boys had come outside, and started laughing and talking loudly. They were close enough to hear, but it would take them walking around the corner to see you two. Terrified at the sudden possibility of getting caught, all the color drains from your face. This is it. These drunkard are gonna see you then go blab to everyone proudly about how satoru has "secured another body". Your immediate thought is that Satoru is gonna pull out and have you guys get dressed, but your eyes widen when he keeps going, if not faster.

He then pulls you up against his back and puts his hand against your mouth tightly. The grip he had on you was intense, one hand keeping your mouth shut while the other crept up to hold your waist against him. You can feel his hot breath against your ear, as he mutters

"Gotta keep you quiet, Princess. Wouldn't want them to see you acting like a slut, would we now?"

you nod your head in agreement, praying that they wouldn't hear you. the only noises heard outside were the loud conversation from the two boys and the obscene noises coming from Satoru rutting into you. It was a miracle they didn't notice.

Satoru picks up the pace, not being able to endure your tight pussy any longer. The feeling of your bare cunt dripping all over his cock sent him spiraling. He'd be silly to think he could last any longer. He brings his arm around your waist down to rub tight circles on your clit, stifling a moan when he feels you clenching hard around him. You cant take it anymore, muffling into his hand and squeezing your eyes shut when you come all over his cock. Feeling your orgasm, Satoru suddenly halted when he feels his balls empty everything they have into you. After a moment, he pulls out of you seeing as his come slowly starts to dribble out of your pretty hole. It burned into his mind, making him almost want to initiate another round.

You both begin to dress yourselves, and when you stand up to put your skirt on, you feel his warm come leaking out of you down your thighs. It makes you start to look for your panties but then you see him putting them in his pocket. He looks over at you and realizes that you've caught him and flashes you a toothy grin.

"Sorry sweets, gotta keep a souvenir."

You feel your face heat up in mortification. The idea of him keeping your panties would have overjoyed you, had you not imagined him doing that with every girl he's hooked up. you mutter a quiet "whatever" and sit back down on the couch refusing to look at him. In the end, you got involved with Satoru and as much as you hated to admit it, you really like it. You felt the couch dip right next to you and you realize that he came to sit next to you.

"hey."

you turn your head towards him, and he raises his hand up to your cheek to softly caress it. then lifts his head to place a swift kiss against your forehead.

"that was a lot of fun, lets do it again, okay?"

With that, he stands up and leaves, turning the corner.

"Oh my gosh! Whats up, Satoru??? Haven't seen you all party dude."

"I know, my bad. I was having a really good time, haha. Lets go back inside, hmm?"

You hear the three go back inside, as you sit there in silence thinking. Not once did he kiss you on the lips while fucking, but he gives you a forehead kiss after? What kind of guy is he, does he always get sweet with every girl after fucking their brains out? So many questions ran through your head, but there was one thing you were sure about.

You wanted to fuck Gojo Satoru again.

[citruswriter]

Relinquish

An alternative ending to Escape

Listen with me! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

A/N: Pls, pls, PLSSSSSS go read the original written by @fried-milkfish! It's sooooooo good! The writing is done so beautifully and definitely deserves much more love. Unfortunately for the world, I'm a sucker for Darling's finally giving in. So I decided to make an alternative ending. 😉 (Pls lemme know if you want me to untag you milkfish, or private this if ur uncomfortable with me writing an alternative ending).

Warnings: Yandere Donnie, blood, smidge of copy and paste (but it's very little), Donnie is an egotistical bastard whom I love, fluff closer to the end.

How stupid of you to think you could escape. Of course he found you. Of course he had multiple trackers in you. Of course. He was always three steps ahead of you.

Donnie crouched down to your level, reaching a hand forward. You flinched away from him, screwing your eyes shut as your heart rate picked up from fear, awaiting whatever pain he was about to deliver. But you were surprised when he gently cradled your face instead.

"I wish you would just give up and give in to me..." he muttered as a thumb gently brushed against your cheek. You slowly cracked your eyes open. His touch felt warm... welcoming... Memories of times before flashed through your mind. Hanging out in the lab with him as he chided you for touching things you weren't supposed to. Late nights where the two of you would softly laugh at shared jokes. His tender touch as he first became comfortable with hugging you or rubbing your shoulders.

Donnie had almost expected you to snap and fight against him like you had all those countless times before, but as he watched your gaze soften, he realized that your resolve was weakening. He just needed to...

"(Y/N)?" His voice came as he moved his hand to tilt your chin up and force eye contact. You were still tense, still in fight or flight mode. He watched as confusion and conflict battled within your gaze. "Are you ok?"

His question came as a shock to you. You pressed your lips into a line. When was the last time you had let yourself be held? Be comforted? When was the last time you had let somebody wipe your tears? Better yet, when was the last time you had let yourself be vulnerable? A small voice in the back of your head screamed at you, disgusted at your weakening resolve. Were you really going to give up now? How could you?

But you were tired. Just so fucking tired. You were just exhausted on all levels. Mentally, emotionally, physically. He was being so gentle with you. Maybe if you behaved, he'd stay gentle with you.

You choked on a sob as tears spilled out of your eyes. You were just so tired. Shaking, you reached your arms out, clutching onto him and sobbing into him. It hurt, everything hurt. Your body, your heart, your soul. You couldn't see the smirk plastered on Donnie's face as he gently shushed you, one hand on the back of your head and the other rubbing soothing circles on your back as you just cried everything out.

"I'm so tired, Donnie". You sobbed out, nuzzling into his neck. "Just so fucking exhausted." Donnie pulled back from your still shaking form. He cradled your face and you closed your eyes, welcoming the warmth his hands brought.

"Then let's go back home, yeah? I'll patch you up and then you can rest for however long you want. Sound good?" He cooed and you looked up at him with watery eyes, cheeks stained with your tears. You nodded and just went "mhm" unable to say much else.

Donnie easily picked you up and you nuzzled into his plastron, closing your eyes from exhaustion but not able to fall asleep due to the pain in your arm and leg. You couldn't see Donnie's darkened expression of victory as he stared down at your beautiful figure.

You barely moved as he cleaned and patched you up. Didn't struggle against his hold as he laid you down into bed and tucked you in. Didn't jerk back in disgust and anger as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

You gently gazed up at him with soft eyes. He could see your guilt and self disgust swirling through your eyes. But you didn't recoil when he crouched down to your level once more, fingers rubbing the base of your neck. "You made the right decision". Was all he said before chancing a kiss on your plush lips.

You didn't push him away but you didn't fully reciprocate either. That was ok. He knew you needed to take baby steps. As you drifted off to sleep, he watched over you with an egotistical grin for a few moments before returning to his desk.

You were finally his.

Anyways uh. Hope ya'll like this. Hope milkfish likes it. Ya'll better read the original or I'm coming for you in yo sleep. Give milkfish some freakin love. And uh, see ya next time. :p

[bubbleebubz]

I CANT HANDLE CHANGE

SERIES TIMEEE

green= Spencers POV

pink= readers POV

ENEMIES TO LOVERSSSSS

EVENTUAL SMUTT

Spencer didn't like change, not at all, not one bit. So obviously jail was horrid for him, plus the germs and the fact he was a fucking FBI agent! Who was also framed. So clearly it was not his year. But after seeing the women who replaced him while he was gone, he was absolutely livid.

"Hi! I'm SSA Y/N L/N, its a pleasure to finally meet you, I've heard so much" The new face says to him, a big smile on her face. She reaches her arm out to shake his hand but quickly pulls away before remembering his germaphobia "Sorry, forgot your a germaphobe." She says shyly, looking up at him with big eye's.

Who does she think she is? At least she knew about my fear of germs but still, running up to me like a lost puppy.

Looking up at me with her big doe eyes.

I give her a flat smile and a wave before letting my face fall to its naturally irritated look and turn away to my desk putting my bag down.

The girls smile disappears before a pout replaces it, was she to much? She was always to much.

"Welcome back Reid" Everyone welcomed Spencer back to the BAU including Hotch before giving us the dreaded news that there was a case.

I sit at the table, being first to get a seat. "That's my spot" Spencer says, looking down at me.

"Pardon?" I ask confused. "This was always my spot." He says irritation evident in his voice. "Maybe you did before but I sit here now, and I don't think there is a designated spot for everyone, you can sit next to me if you'd like" I say, my voice starting to change from cheerful to sassy. "Move Y/N." He says darkly, making my stomach feel weird. What was that? The feeling was new to me, the bubbly feeling warming my stomach down to my core, making my thighs press together. Clearly Spencer notices, the side of his mouth lifting slightly into a smirk. I rise slowly, still looking up at him, now to close for my liking and I move to the chair next to 'his'. He sits and everyone fills the room to be filled in on the upcoming case.

The hole time Penelope is explaining the case Y/N can't stop thinking about how Spencer had made her feel merely from a singular look, a way she had never felt. She would have to google the sensation later, she thought to herself.

Everyone rises from their seats before Hotch famously says "Wheels up in thirty."

She finds a cozy spot on the jet, with a fluffy blanket awaiting the long drive. Before her peace is ended by the glare of none other than Spencer Reid hovering over her.

"Let me guess, this is your spot too?" She says, rolling her eyes. He rolls his in return and shakes his head before sitting next to her.

"I get motion sick if I don't have a window" He explains blandly. She nods before looking around seeing that most of the window seats have been taken up.

She rests her head against the window again, pulling the fluffy pink blanket up to her chin and snuggling into it.

2 hours into the flight she is abruptly awoken when Spencer "accidentally" kicked her leg.

"I'm moving so you cant 'accidentally' kick me again" She says groaning out in exhaustion before standing up to fast on an empty stomach, only moving next to him. "Sorry, dizzy" she explains, her head lolling back. "you can't move me now, to tired" She mumbles out. "What have you eaten today?" Spencer asks, a look of concern appearing onto his face. "Coffee" She says. "It's like this everyday, don't worry, because clearly you care sooooooo much" She says sarcastically. "It's not that I don't care, I just don't like you." He replies blankly. She rolls her eyes "Well I don't like you either if that makes you feel less bad about not caring." She says with a small teasing grin. Its his turn to roll his eyes and he does before fake snoring, causing her to let out a giggle. "Okay shut it before I duct tape your mouth shut" He says shutting his eyes to try and get some rest.

"Kinky" She replies before falling asleep, it finally clicks into Spencer's big brain what she said but she is already asleep before he can ask questions.

[nonconstories]

I am absolutely HAUNTED by this post I saw where this entitled-ass rando was seriously complaining that none of the girls they want to bang are well-read enough for them. Like, the post went something like "UUUUHHHHHHHGGGGG its sooooooo FRUSTRATING when I meet a girl who says 'I love to read!!!' and I get SO EXCITED but like, it turns all she 'reads' is BOOKTOK TRASH like barely-concealed-fanfic rewrite TRASH like its soooooo DISAPPOINTING where are the ACTUAL READERS lol" and like

I'm dyslexic! I'm SEVERELY dyslexic! And my school wouldn't accommodate me. They told my parents that the combination of ADHD + Autism + Dyslexia was too severe and they should "lower their expectations" for me, aka "your six year old is too stupid, give up on them ever being able to read". It took MULTIPLE YEARS of VERY EXPENSIVE private tutoring and its still HARD. Its still so FUCKING HARD, and the ADHD makes it even HARDER, and BTW, I was reading graduate school level material by the time I was 12 because I worked my brain into MUSH and I FOUGHT and I TRIED and it was EXHAUSTING.

But I fucking did it, and I'm bringing that up so you ~* book lovers *~ can't dismiss me as another slack-jawed yokel drooling in front of reality TV or whatever other imagine you are choosing to use to dehumanize others. I can READ and I read VERY WELL when I have the TIME AND ENERGY. FOR MANY YEARS I HAD NO TIME AND NO ENERGY AND YOU ASSHOLES COLLECTIVELY SHAMED ME FOR IT.

"Booktok romance trash readers thinking its impressive to read eight books a year lol I read like eighty during a BAD YEAR oh my god I can't believe how dire the sitch is fam!!!"

Fuck you fuck you fuck you.

Eight books a year is so fucking impressive for THE MAJORITY OF THE COUNTRY. How do you read eighty books a year, huh? HOW? Do you work a white collar job that requires zero emotional labor from you? Do you spend 40 hours a week in an air conditioned cubicle and then have a 30 minute subway ride home so you're nice and rested when you get home at precisely 7pm every night and your weekends and vacay are guaranteed? Do you make $85k a year and have a nice secure Xanax prescription to take the edge off your anxiety?

Did your parents read to you? Did your school teachers make reading fun? Did your hometown have a safe, clean, well-stocked library you could regularly access????

Or did you grow up in fucking Detroit? Or did you grow up in fucking Flint? Or did you grow up in fucking East LA? Or did you grow up in fucking Jacksonville Missouri? Or did you grow up in fucking Bucksnort Tennessee?

Maybe that girl you suddenly found less hot because of her reading choices was raised by parents who were also undereducated. Maybe she's fucking dyslexic. Maybe her school shoved her through year after year despite how hard she was struggling. Maybe the shitheads running her county budget slashed anything allotted for library maintenance. Maybe it was only open four days a week and her parents worked full time and granny couldn't drive so good anymore so she didn't have any books to read to begin with.

Or maybe she read two books a week when she was a kid, but then she grew the fuck up and had to get a job where she's on her feet eight to ten hours a day and the schedule changes every other week and its fucking LOUD and HARD and STRESSFUL and she's always getting yelled at. Maybe after all of that she's doesn't want to waste an hour and a half of her precious, vital free time trying to scrape and struggle and cry through 10 pages of whatever ~* important artistic triumph *~ you privileged brats are using as a litmus test for personhood this fucking week.

So she reads something FUN something she ENJOYS something she can ACTUALLY FINISH because AGAIN reading is HARD its EFFORT and sometimes you are too FUCKING TIRED TO READ especially when you did not have EXTRA BONUS SHIT TO HELP YOU GET INSANELY GOOD AT IT.

Disliking TV is not now, nor will it ever be a virtue, and your leftism doesn't mean shit if you can't stop being a smug, classist, ableist, dipshit. If adult literacy makes you THAT DEPRESSED, go volunteer to teach adult learners! Or bother to vote in your schoolboard elections! Or donate your old books to a book gifting program! Fucking DO SOMETHING instead of posting on tumblr about how 'booktok people' kill your boner.

[cielcreations]

A Demon's Claim (Part 1) - Team SITZ

Inspiration from Sirianna123 on AO3 and their story Demon AU - Electric Boogaloo.

Also, also, shipping obviously.

"Impy, Impy, Impy!" The succubus ran over, smiling as he hopped into the other's arms, "Impppppy~ They're holding another human auction~!"

The demon prince sighed, "Zedaph... You know I don't like those..."

"I know, but Tango and I just wanna check it out!" Zedaph smiled, "We don't have to buy any humans or anything like that, but can we please just check it out?"

"...Promise to just check it out?"

"Mhmm! Tango and I won't ask you to spend money, but pleeeeease? Just wanna go!"

Impulse hummed, "Fine..."

Zedaph cheered.

***

Tango and Zedaph hugged Impulse's arms tightly, thanking him over and over for letting them do this. The prince just smiled, kissing their foreheads. Human auctions were only held for rich demons and demon royalty, simply because humans were valuable but also very hard to catch with how much more careful they have become.

However, Impulse, the Prince of the Imps, the Prince of the First Ring, did not like these auctions. He wasn't a fan of humans, he didn't like them, he didn't understand what got his husbands so worked up about humans. However, he would do anything for his lovely husbands.

They got to the auction and were led to their seating. They waited for it to begin, Tango and Zed talking happily amongst themselves. After a few minutes, the light dimmed and the auctioneer walked out, welcoming everyone and explaining how the bids worked.

The first couple humans were okay. Nothing too special or to write home about, just basic looks. Some were nervous, some were confident, some were feisty.

Eventually, however, a beautiful avian walked onto the stage. Like all of the humans, he had chains on his wrists and ankles, his wings tied back in rope. His eyes were a vibrant blue, hair a dirty blonde. He wore a dirty and torn white tshirt that fell to his knees.

"Pretty..." Zed cooed, leaning forward.

"Mhmmm!" Tango nodded in agreement.

Impulse stared.

"We'll start the bid at $100,000!" 

Impulse studied the avian. His blue eyes were staring down at the floor, his hands were shaking. He looked nervous, blushing a bit as he brushed his hair behind his ear.

"750! We got 750 over here, 750 going once-"

"One million." Impulse called, raising his hand.

The room went quiet as Tango and Zed looked at the prince. The avian looked up at Impulse, blushed, and looked down again.

"ONE MILLION!" The auctioneer exclaimed, "One million, do we got a 1.1 mil?"

Impulse glared at the auctioneer, yellow eyes glowing.

The auctioneer seemed to gulp, "One million going once, going twice, SOLD!" He said far quicker than before.

The rope around the avian's wings was cut and the cuffs were removed. The man walked over to Impulse, the prince pulling the avian into his lap.

The avian blushed, "A-Ah... H-Hi...?"

Impulse looked over him, eyes glowing yellow, "Are you tired?"

The man blinked before he nodded, eyes half lidded, "A-A bit..."

"You look exhausted. Go ahead and sleep, okay?"

The avian nodded. Impulse pulled him into his chest, petting him until he fell asleep.

***

The dirty blonde's eyes slowly fluttered open. He blinked, looking around, wings fluttering a bit. He was in a large bed with black sheets, the room dimly lit. The avian yawned, I didn't think I was tired. But when our eyes met... He rubbed his eyes, wings fluffing up and stretching.

"Ah, you're awake!"

The man turned and gasped, seeing one of the three demons who jumped onto the bed, right next to him, "U-Um, hi-"

"Hello! My name is Zedaph, but you can call me Zed! I'm a succubus! You're sooooooo cute and pretty! I can't believe it!" He smiled brightly, "What's your name?! How are your wings so pretty?! How do you take care of them?! Can we help with them?!"

"U-Um-"

"OH! I almost forgot! So, Impy is my husband and so is Tango, but Impy is the prince of the first ring and that's how we were able to be there to see you and-"

"Zed, calm down!" The succubus gasped as another person hugged him from behind, "You were also told to wait so we didn't overwhelm the cutie!"

"Awww, but he's so cute! I couldn't stop!"

"You both just can't listen, can you?"

The three looked at the brunette demon, walking over and sitting on the other side of the avian. He gently took his chin in his hand, tilting his head up, "What's your name?"

"S-Solidarity..." The dirty blonde blushed.

The brunette nodded, "My name is Impulse. You met Zed because he has no control. And the one holding him is Tango, a flame demon. How are you feeling? Hungry? Cold? Too hot?"

"U-Um, I-I'm okay." Solidarity blushed darkly, confused.

"Are you sure? We can get you food."

Before he could answer, his stomach growled and he blushed darkly.

"I'll get you food." Impulse teased, chuckling a bit.

Tango moved to take Impulse's place as the prince left. The two demons just stared at Solidarity, happily talking with him. The dirty blonde just blushed, staring at the two as they smiled, called him cute and pretty, and then telling him how happy and excited they were for him to be here. Impulse got back and offered him the food, Solidarity beginning to eat.

"How are you feeling?" Impulse asked after the dirty blonde finished eating.

"U-Um, fine?" Solidarity said, "A-A bit confused, to be honest."

"Confused? Why?" Tango asked.

"W-Well, I'm just..." He blushed, "W-What do you plan t-to do to me?"

"Nothing much!" Zed reassured, "I mean, we want you to marry us!"

"HUH?!" "ZED!"

"Whaaaaat?! It's truuuuuue!" The succubus exclaimed.

The flame demon looked at Solidarity, "Sorry about him, he has no impulse control." He smiled softly, "We want you to be comfortable and feel safe."

"We do want you to marry us, but only after you have fallen in love with us naturally." Impulse reassured, "Do not feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. You are not a prisoner, a maid, or anything along those lines. As far as anyone else knows, you are my fiancé and will be treated with respect."

Solidarity blushed, "B-But... why me?"

Impulse, Zed, and Tango looked at each other, then looked back at Solidarity.

"Do we need a reason? We thought you were pretty and didn't want the other demons to have you." Impulse chuckled, "However, I do need to do something."

"W-What is it?"

"I need to put a claim on you. It's just so other demons will back off and won't hurt you."

Solidarity blinked, "That's it?"

"Well..." Impulse bit his bottom lip, "It's going to hurt. I need to bite into your neck and you'll probably pass out from the pain."

The dirty blonde squeaked.

"O-Or, if you'd like-" Zed quickly interrupted, "-o-one of us can always be by your side for now, until you're ready!"

Tango nodded, "We don't want to make you scared or uncomfortable, so if you don't want to do this, you don't have to."

Solidarity hesitated, "C-Can... Can I think about it?"

"Of course." Impulse kissed his forehead, "Take your time."

[ellecdc]

i just have to get out of my chest (sorry for using your board this way, ignore it if you want, but im desperly seeking for advice, (no preassure tho)).

i feel like im falling into a hole and this cycle of coming out and in is endless, im not as friendly as i used to, all my potential wasted bc im not even enjoying what im doing, my friendgropup is falling apart and everything just feels like shit bc its the end of the term and i gotta a lot of things to acomplish and im BARELY keeping my self sane (if you can call all of this bullshit that, i have the sensation that im just trying to convince myself) i YEARN for change of this shitty phase of my life, but everything its so abrupt and tiring. im fucking tired and i cant even properly sleep, at this point, i dunno what the fuck im doing.

again, im very sorry i just want to feel like someone's listening.

oh darlin', I'm so sorry things are feeling heavy right now

Life absolutely does feel really chaotic right now and I want you to know that you're not the only one feeling that way so your feelings are completely valid.

I can guarantee you that your 'potential' is not wasted; I've restarted my life/direction three times in my life and I'm still under 30 years old, and if I change another 6 or 7 by the time I'm 50, that would be okay too. Life doesn't have timelines or expiry dates; society makes us feel like we need to have out shit together from the second we step out of the womb and it is bullshit. You're allowed to not know what the hell you're doing, you're allowed to decide you've outgrown your friendships, you're allowed to decide perhaps this environment isn't for you and you're allowed to do all of those things however many times you want to.

during my first degree, I was extremely depressed (to a dangerous point), and my mum used to tell me to get through the next ten minutes. Once those ten minutes were up, make it through another ten. Then make it an hour. Then make it a day. Then make it a week.

It's sooooooo cliche but that whole "tough times don't last" is so true babes; life won't be exhausting forever.

I've also learned that sometimes, healing and growing feels like breaking at first - your life and your personality are reconfiguring and reorganizing and that's uncomfortable, but you'll be better for it.

hang in there lovie

[emometalhead]

I am sooooooo tired. I love festivals so much, and I'm sad it's already half over, but like dude I am exhausted.

[sofiaisanalien]

Uffffff I CAN'T EVEN BREATH THESE DAYS

Why do I have sooooooo much to do like and I have fucking insomnia for some reason even tho I'm extremely tired

Monday I was studying so hard for 2 exams that I probably failed

Tuesday I took the exams and took my friend to the doctor and then I went to the dentist anyway we walked a lot while the sun is literally killing us ans came back home late, yesterday was exhausting

And then today I start the internship, I'm learning in a laboratory, and omfg I WAS STANDING FOR 7 HOURS STRAIGHT T_T

My legs are HURTING AS FUCKING HELL

And I just realized today THAT I'M NOT VACCINATED YET WTF???

Idk I feel like I carried 2628682 diseases just from today's work

I was running tests on urine and I was spilling it bcz I was shaking as hell

And then we started walking again to get lunch when we finished at 3 pm (I was there from 8 am)

And I have to do this again tomorrow

And then I have to study for a final that I'm taking on monday

WHY EVERYTHING IS EXTREMELY EXHAUSTING???

[foolishone-downbad]

Quite literally JUST my block in my neighborhood without power and I'm SOOOOOOO hot and tired and my toddler is getting on my llassssttt nerve. We're on day THREE of this child not going to bed until almost/after 11pm and also he's GRUMPY because it's not and I'm GRUMPY because I'm EXHAUSTED and HOT.

Lord save us.

[thechaosqueenishere]

Sooooooo, did I just post about one fanfic I wanna write and am now posting a different one? Absolutely! Let me introduced to you:

The wizard and the infant

An (jse) ego fanfic inspired by Epic! The musical, specifically the first two songs, that is very oc-centric. I don't wanna spoil too much, and I'm tired and don't know what else I'm supposed to write. So for now, enjoy the beginning!

Chapter one (part one)- brace for a storm

Marvin was not having a good week.

A few days ago, a new guy had shown up at their doorstep. That would not have been a problem, if not for Anti deciding that guy was his new favourite puppet and showing up almost every day to attack them and get to him. And yesterday he'd finally managed to kidnap Jameson (or as they started calling him, JJ). He'd not slept all night, neither of them had, really, which really didn't help with them trying to come up with a plan now.

Currently Jackie and Henrik were in the middle of a screaming match. Marvin could feel a migraine coming on. "No! We have to get him out of there, now!" Jackie yelled at Henrik, who slammed his hands on the table. "We can't! We need to recover! If we go now, Anti. Will. Kill. Us. Why can't you get that through your thick skull?" He spat back.

"So what? We should just go to bed? Maybe have a nice breakfast in the morning? Some eggs and bacon maybe? All while Anti is doing god knows what to JJ! Well I'm sorry, but that's bullshit!" Jackie turned towards Marvin. "You agree, right? We need to get him. Right. Now."

Marvin knew Jackie would ask him to agree sooner or later. He sighed.

"Jackie look, I really want to get him back too, but Hen is right. We are in no shape to face Anti right now. I'm not even sure I'll be able to use my magic by the time we find him if I don't rest. I really don't like it, but we have no other choice. We can't help JJ like this." Jackie looked at Marvin in disbelief.

They agreed on most things, and Marvin knew this wasn't what Jackie wanted to hear, but it was what he needed. He was stubborn, and if he refused to listen to Henrik, Marvin telling him might at the very least make him think.

"I can't believe you guys." Jackie got up and walked towards the door. Henrik looked like he was about to say something, but Marvin stopped him.

Jackie slammed the door.

"Give him some time. We're all not doing well right now." Marvin told Henrik. "I know, but I wish he wasn't this much of a thick-head sometimes." Henrik ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Marvin chuckled weakly. "I don't think that's a saying in english, Hen."

Henrik smiled at the comment. Marvin rested his head on his arm. The ringing in his head was not getting better. He was about to ask Henrik for something so the migraine wouldn't get too bad, when he noticed movement on the other side of the table. He realised he'd completely forgotten about Chase, who was sitting on the other side of the table. He felt bad. The poor kid looked awful.

Chase, like Jackie, was just 15. It was shit that he had to spend his teenage years trying to get away from a murderous demon. "How are you doing, Chase?" Marvin asked. Chase winced at the mention of his name. The screaming match had clearly made him anxious.

"I'm- uhm, I dunno"he finally said, quietly. Marvin smiled at him. "That's ok."

"Yeah, like Marvin said, were all not doing well right now." Henrik added and put a hand on Chase's arm. Chase smiled weakly. "I'm really tired" he finally said. "Well, we should all go to bed now." Henrik lightly clapped a hand on the table twice and got up, a little habit Marvin had noticed him doing regularly.

Marvin got up too. He looked at the clock. It was 7 in the morning now. He was absolutely exhausted and while walking to his room, he could feel the ringing in his head grow louder with every step. He considered turning around to get painkillers, but he reeaally wanted to get to his room.

That confused him a bit. It felt like something told him that getting to his room was better than getting the painkillers, as if it wasn't his own feeling.

As soon as he closed the door to his room behind him, Marvin felt like someone hit him over the head with a baseball bat. He heard a scream. His own scream. Pictures of his friends and him being attacked by something flooded his mind. A dark shape… Anti.. no, there was another one… who?…

Just as he felt like his legs couldn't carry him anymore, his head cleared. The ringing remained, not as violent as before, and finally he recognised it. He let go of the door handle he hadn't even noticed he was clinging onto and turned around. Standing in front of him was Darkiplier.

[sharksa-shivers]

Sharky be like 'zzzzzzzzzz-SHIT!!!'

(We see Sharky fast asleep in his bunk whenever his phone rings…We see him stir very tiredly, blindly grabbing for his phone…)

Sharky:(exaustedly, his eyes barely open as he blindly picks up the phone, slurring his words tiredly)Hello?

Kristy:(a bit chipper, she's obviously wide awake)Hey dude, uhhhh, sorry, ummm…Can i ask a favor? Maybe? Perhaps?

Sharky:(exausted)Wha-?

Kristy:(we see her and Max chilling at a gas station, Max just standing against his motorcycle)Sooooooo we were able to get to a gas station but we kindaaaaa don't have enough money for gas so…Basically, me and Max are kinda stranded over here like halfway across town…Ummm, do you think maybe you could come get us?

Sharky:(slurring his words tiredly)Yeah, sure, souns good…

Kristy:(happy)Thanks dude, know we can always count on you…Ummm, (off phone)Hey Max, can you text him the location? (Back to Sharky)Max is gonna text ya the spot, see you in a bit! (Hanging up)

Sharky:(falling asleep again)Ok…bye…(drops the phone, falling asleep again on accident) (We cut to about an hour later, Sharky's phone ringing again, this time Sharky stirs a bit more, tired but more aware. He grabs for his phone again.)

Sharky:(tired)Hello?

Max:(questioning)Yknow, i don't like uhhhh, mean to rush, but uhhhh, are you coming or not?

Sharky:(sleepy, his adrenaline kicks in when he realizes he fell back asleep, snapping out of his stooper but still obviously tired, frantic)Fuck!!! Shit!!!! Shavinksta!!!! Sorry, fuck, i fell back asleep, Neptune damnit!!!!

Max:(leaning up against the wall, chilling with Kristy who's sitting on a bench, understanding)Hey, you're good! I get it man, hah, just uhhhhh, yeah, maybe…Don't forget about us yknow?

Sharky:(darting up, pulling his jacket on and boots, frantic)Not really fine, shit, sorry, fucking…God, just tired, can't really help it. Look, just hang tight, i'm up, not fuckin falling asleep again, i'll be there in like 30 minutes or so, grabbing my keys now…

Max:(chill af)Cool man, thanks bro, you're a real one! See ya in a bit. (Hangs up as Sharky does, us seeing Sharky scrambling to get to his car while Max sits down with Kristy…) ------- These dang kids man, i love em... Also Shavinksta=Seasetic for shit That's your new word for the day lol. --------- (Also some inbetween scenes cuz i like you uwu, this first one would be after the first hang up on the phone.) (We see Kristy and Max still outside the gas station waiting. Max leaning against his motorcycle and Kristy just walking about whenever she moves over near the gas pump Max is at and proceeds to lean against that herself.)

Kristy:(bored, looks over at Max)……Soooooo we're probably gonna be stuck here another while huh?

Max:(chill, on his phone, also bored, doesn't look up)Yep, i'd imagine so yeah.

Kristy:(she stays quite a moment before speaking again, looking over at Max, her arms crossed)…….Soooooooo uhhhh……..Are you hungry? Cuz uhhh, i kinda…Feel pretty hungry heh…

Max:(clicking his phone off, looking over and smirking as he stands off his motorcycle and shoves his phone in his pocket)Always am haha. Cmon, let's go get some snacks and crap then for the wait, i'll buy.

Kristy:(following Max, eager)Hell yeah!! I want some pizza!! --- (And this one while Sharky's on the way lol) (We see Sharky tiredly sitting in traffic. We see other cars around him and we see him just sitting bored and tired…We see his exhaustion starting to really get to him and he starts dozing off again until a car behind him honks and Sharky jolts awake.)

Sharky:(quickly moving forward, reeling from the shock of the sound)Shit, sorry! Fuck…(sitting again stalled, thinking as his tiredness creeps up again, looks at the radio) …….There's gotta be something i can get invested in so i stay up, something, anything…

(Sharky twists the dial and we see him go through various stations, getting annoyed with the lack of anything good on till he lands on a daydreamy sounding track…But-)

Sharky:(quickly changes the station again)…Tempting but i know that's gonna make my sleepiness worse, it's just gonna make me feel more relaxed…(stops a second)….Wait, what's that station Max likes? ……(quickly changes it again and he gets to said station playing some very intense sounding dubstep music. Sharky sits a moment conflicted before just leaving it)…….Not really my taste exactly but it's noise and it'll hopefully help me stay up…It'd be great if traffic would move, that'd also probably fucking help………….Why is there traffic at like 3 in the morning?? Wait…

[frogsandfries]

I feel like something a bear pooped out.

My throat is sooooooo sore and scratchy. I am unbearably tired, exhausted, my head still hurts from yesterday, but not a migraine.

I'm gonna kill someone if I got covid again.

Edit i am buckkett'oh'shtt go home nao

[versary]

yeah yeah enjoy the process or whatever but data collection is sooooooo exhausting that every day i have to be like, remember this is temporary!!! it will not be like this forever!!! this too shall pass!!! et cetera because i'm so tired at the moment

[abigailht]

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[vasilibox720]

It's hilarious to me how people think remakes have to follow every little plot detail and musical choice from a previous version.

Spoiler alert: the entirety of literary, theatrical, cinematic, and television history is built upon loose remakes and reimaginings. New, original ideas are only original until they're propelled into a future reworking. Stop being beholden to what you consider the original work and allow artists and authors to create their own unique interpretation.

The new Mulan doesn't have to have musical numbers. The new Little Mermaid doesn't have to have a white, redhead lead actress. The new Joker movie doesn't have to feature Batman or recognize any preexisting DC canon. New movies are new experiences; you can compare, but they also exist independently.

The new Lion King pulls from both the 1994 film and the Broadway musical, but don't act like the 1994 film was completely original. It was a loose reinterpretation of Hamlet! The 2000 film O Brother, Where Art Thou was set in early 20th century America, but it was an adaptation of The Odyssey!

Our life experiences are subjective so you are allowed your opinions. But don't act like Hollywood is only doing remakes and adaptations now -- go look up how many Beauty and the Beast films have been made since cinema came to be in the 1890s.

There is nothing inherently lesser about remakes or adaptations. If you don't like it, your original will still be there.

[cloudslou]

okkkk sooooo let's go, brace yourself it's gonna be a long rant. (also sorry if i don't make sense, english isn't my first language)

i am a larrie too and most people i follow here are larries bc i kinda feel like they're a safe space you know? BUT the fandom can be so fucking tiring and annoying sometimes. not everything louis and harry do have to do with larry and that's okay!!!!!! (i know saying something like that can get you dragged to hell in this fandom...anyways. lol) not everything is an easter egg. not everything has to be interpreted (?) a certain way. i know it's fun to find little things in their music that are connected, i get the thrill. but sometimes it's too much, the fandom makes the most out of too little things and it's so ??????. my issue is mostly with how some people in the fandom view louis and his ideas and themes and stuff. let him have his fucking moment without connecting EVERYTHING, every single little detail of his art to harry. they are their own individuals and they have their own career and they make their own art. there are connections and parallels, someone has to be dumb not to see them but sometimes it's good to let them have something for themselves each. - i.e. i saw someone making the fitf ono about how harry had one too and blah blah married yeah we get it!!!!! but what the FUCK does louis promoting his album have to do with harry? what the hell does louis having one, two, whatever special concerts to promote his album have to do with harry? it's like, louis follows every step harry takes (i'm always speaking in terms of their career and art), he does whatever harry does, he doesn't have creative freedom (? not the right phrase but idk how else to say it sorry). it's like some people see his work as a copy of harry's, you know what i mean? this is not meant to be sorry for louis or to pity him, i know he hates that and i know you do too. it's more like, louis is his own person, OUTSIDE of the relationship!!! (as is harry of course), not everything he does has to be depended on the relationship or his partner, he has his own mind, his own ideas, his own creativity. he doesn't have to have anyone as a "step" where he has to be on to build his career (does that make sense?). he's gaining sooooooo much popularity and recognition, i know walls was successful, but this era is on another level. let him fucking have this for HIMSELF. he did that HIMSELF. it's kinda unfair to take that away from him by implying that everything he does has to do with anyone but him.

anyway, this is where the rant ends. didn't wanna make a post about it bc as i said, saying this stuff can get you dragged to hell in this fandom bc let's be honest, there are certain opinions that apparently everyone has to have. thank you for your time and patience. post it if you want, or not idk. of course i'd love to hear your opinion on this. byyeeeeee <3

anon im so glad u came back i was hoping to see a msg from u when i got home from class.

i think im largely on the same page as you!!! i consider myself a larrie and thats mainly who i follow and who my friends r, like thats my Circle in the fandom, but it can be very exhausting when its the only lens ppl use to look at their art. not only is it just a tad annoying, i think its pretty dismissive and reductive to take that approach every time. i have similar feelings abt taylor when ppl jump to immediately connect a song to her public life story and then dont go further. for me its like.... there is so much more to a song (or any piece of art) than its "true" meaning (and i say that liberally because even when larries connect on of hl's songs to the other or their real lives, this is no more "true" than connecting a song to a girlfriend, etc, i think there's too much certainty by fans in this fandom) and it limits ur enjoyment of a song i think to not push to break out of that box.

also i think people drawing connections between career stuff is mostly. connecting dots that arent there. one-off concerts are not a rarity and theres already differences in their album release shows. i dont follow many musicians super closely, but i believe ashe also had an album release show last month. and (iirc) lthq said these shows will be a mix of songs from walls and fitf (so it wont be a straight through play of the album like harry's ono show are).