#I'm still down bad about him just not publicly. yeah sorry

[zzoupz]

day 10 of drawing faith characters everyday for 21 days

my girlfriend

[personfrommars10]

Pete was on his first day of shore leave in Pensacola, it was about midnight and he had been asleep until his phone started ringing. A name flashed on to the screen, Mercedes, Ice's daughter was calling him.

“Hello, Maverick speaking.”

“Hey Mav,” Mercedes said, “Sorry for calling you so late but Dad's in the hospital, he's been asking for you since he got admitted.”

“Oh God, what's wrong?” Maverick asks, panic seeping into his voice.

“We're not sure yet, but he's had a really bad cough for the past couple months and today he started coughing blood so we got him admitted before it got worse.”

“Okay, I'll be on the next flight to Lemoore.”

Maverick hung up and jumped up to start getting ready.

When Pete arrives in Lemoore the first thing he does is call Mercedes, it goes straight to voicemail. He tries again, she still doesn't pick up. Next he tries Jack, Jack picks up on the 3rd ring.

“Jack Kazansky speaking,” Jack answered sleepily.

“Hey, Jack, it's Maverick.” Pete replies.

“Oh, hey Mav, is there a reason why you're calling me.”

“Uh yeah, your sister called me and told me that your dad was in the hospital.”

“Oh, um, yeah, I don't know why she called you, he's probably fine,” Jack said in an unreadable tone of voice.

“Well, your sister seemed pretty worried,” Maverick said. “Anyways, my plane just landed in Lemoore. I was wondering if I could get a ride since I don't have one.”

“Uh, yeah I guess, I'll be there in 20.”

20 minutes later Pete was sitting next to Jack in his pickup truck, the radio humming in the background.

“So, how have you been?” Maverick asks, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

“Fine.” Jack grunts.

“How's your mom?”

“Dead.”

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.” Pete said, unsure of how to react. “She was a good woman.”

“Yeah, you don't have to act sorry Pete, I know you and my dad have some weird lovers thing going on, you don't have to hide it from me anymore.”

“What?” Pete questions, “Me and you're dad, we're not, no.”

The truck stops at a stop sign and Jack looks over at Pete. “Look, Maverick, I know you and my dad are in love and have been in love since you met, there's no point in even trying to deny it now that my mom's dead. Isn't that what you and my dad have been waiting for? For her to not be around anymore so you can have your weird homoerotic relationship publicly?”

The car starts moving again as Maverick and Jack fall into an even more uncomfortable silence than the first one.

About 5 minutes later Pete breaks it. “For the record I wasn't aware that I was in love with your dad until 2001, which was 15 years after I met him and at least 7 years after he met your mom and 5 years after you were born and 3 years after your sister was born. Not that that helps. And this also probably doesn't help but if anything I was happy that your dad married your mom, if he hadn't there was a good chance one if not both of us would have been dishonorably discharged.”

Jack seemingly ignored what Pete said. Maverick knew his comment wouldn't help yet he'd still opened his big mouth, that makes everything worse.

It was a long quiet ride the rest of the way to the hospital. The moment the car stopped Pete jumped out and started heading inside.

“I'm here to see Kazansky, Thomas Kazansky,” Maverick blurted the moment he reached the front desk.

The lady behind the desk looked tired as she asked “What's your relation to Mr. Kazansky?”

Pete reaches up and grabs the chain around his neck and pulls his dog tags out and shows one of them to the nurse.

“Military people.” She says under her breath before telling him, “Room 109, down the hall on the right, the door is on the left side.”

“Thanks,” Pete said before tearing off down the hall.

When Pete reached Tom’s door he paused in front of it staring at it like it was gonna open on its own, or try and kill him if he touched it. Finally Pete reached for the door handle and opened the door.

Maverick walked through the door and looked towards the bed in the room. His breath caught in his throat. Ice was lying back on a pile of pillows white as the blanket covering him. There was a pile of tissues on the bedside table, Pete could see blood on at least 5 of them.

“Hey, how ya doing Ice?” Pete asked, worry thick in his voice.

Ice cleared his throat before speaking, “About as well as I can be Mav.”

Maverick approached his bed, “Well that’s good, I wouldn’t expect any less from my wingman.”

“Where are you expecting flattery like that to get you?”

“A spot on the bed next to you maybe?”

Tom scooted over to make room for Pete on the bed, patting the empty space beside him.

“Thanks,” Pete grunted, sitting down next to Ice.

Tom rested his head against Pete’s shoulder.

“I heard about Sarah, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when it happened.” Pete said.

“It’s fine Mav, it’s not like you could have done anything.”

Pete nodded, “I still feel bad though. But that’s not the most important thing right now, what have they decided is wrong with you?”

Tom paused for a second, “They think it's throat cancer.”

Pete's breath catches in his throat. He knows what cancer can do to a person, he watched Carole wither away with sickness, he imagines Ice going through the same thing and starts tearing up at the thought. Pete doesn't want to watch that happen to Tom, to his wingman, he can't watch that happen.

“Are they sure?” Pete asks, his voice as strong as he can force it to be.

“No,” Tom says, “But they're pretty sure that's what it is”

“No,” Pete sobs, “No it can't be, I can't go through this shit again, I can't watch another one of my friends die while I stand by helplessly. This can't be happening.”

Just then Mercedes walks through the door.

“Oh, uh, do you want me to leave?” Mercedes asked politely

“No,” Maverick said, wiping his eyes, “Stay.”

“Okay,” Mercedes said grabbing the bedside chair and pulling it up next to the bed.

“I saw Jack in the waiting room,” Mercedes commented. “He said he told you about mom.” She said to Maverick.

This is unfinished but this is the prologue to the last story thing that I wrote

[rozcdust]

I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 500ish

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten

masterlist

The breakfast passed with Kazutora stubbornly trying to get to know Kakucho better - no matter the man’s valiant attempts of evading Kazutora’s curiosity - the latter was a relentless chatterbox in hours even Sanzu would find ungodly early to try and speak.

By ungodly early, Kakucho means before 1 p.m.

He picked up on the fact that Kazutora was apparently an early bird, the habit of waking up at 6 a.m. sharp still heavily instilled in him, even if it has been nearly a decade since he got out of prison - today was an exception, considering the events of last night exhausted everyone present, but still.

Kazutora clearly perfected the art of being both a talker and an excellent listener, with a soothing smile and perfectly placed nods whenever the conversation demanded it, bright, amber eyes shining with more life than Kakucho has personally seen in years.

It probably said something depressing about his joyless excuse of a life.

Kazutora’s optimism and genuine desire to get to know him made Kakucho feel exceedingly small. Kazutora, even while knowing his background, seemed kind, gentle, lithe shoulders perfectly relaxed even in the company of a wanted criminal, silky smooth hair cascading down his back, back slightly slouched so his collar bones were revealed, showing off the end of his tattoo.

You seemed to ignore the conversation between the two men entirely, only offering brief, sarcastic commentary upon request, busy braiding and unbraiding a small section of Kazutora’s hair as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

The coffee was better than anything Kakucho has tasted before.

“So yeah, y/n loves to trash Fight Club, but they rewatch that damn fucking movie at least once every other month.” Kazutora smiled at your scowling face, only a roll of your eyes indicating your true annoyance as you proclaimed Kazutora a traitorous bastard, letting go of his hair only to take hold of it again.

“It is a homoerotic, satirical movie mocking toxic masculinity, and then dudebros salivate over Tyler Durden and call him an alpha male. That man is a peacock*. I’m not admitting I like that shit publicly.”

“I think Ran likes that movie, actually.” Kakucho remarks, tilting his head - he’s pretty sure Ran told him about it before.

You snort, shaking your head.

“Of course he does.” You clicked your tongue, “He doesn’t get it. Next you're gonna tell me he loves Clockwork Orange too."

“Y/n is a bit of a movie snob.” Kazutora took your hand into his - he glances up at you, silently asking your permission - upon a slight nod of your head, he smiled, planting a soft kiss on your wrist.

Such an innocent little gesture.

It has Kakucho's chest aching.

"I don't think he does." Kakucho tilts his head, scratching his cheek, "He mentioned how he hated the main character."

Your quirk an eyebrow, sipping your coffee.

"Well. Maybe he isn't a hopeless dumb bitch."

"He truly isn't that bad."

You choked on your drink, glaring at the scarred man - he shrunk under your gaze.

"Get out of my house."

a/n: i'm alive. shockingly.

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[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

[teyamsgrl]

how sorry i am ✧ lo'ak

❗️MDNI ❗️

OKOK lo'ak is ofc our sweet baby but the idea of enemies to lovers with lo'ak just 🦋🦋🦋 / i hope you all enjoy!! just look at his lil mean face above >:(

°˖➴ warnings: fem metkayina reader, enemies to lovers, agedup!lo'ak, mean!lo'ak, sub!lo'ak, blood mention (not sex related), slight angst, slow burn??, body worship, oral f receiving, some nipple play - paskalin: honey

lo'ak being your brother's best friend was quite the shit position. ever since lo'ak and his family joined the metkayina people a year ago he has despised you, very publicly as well. anytime he saw you, he teased you, talked down to you, etc. he made you feel shitty, but here's the catch: you had an undeniable crush on him. as much as you wanted to deny the fact, you just couldn't. it was something about how you saw him with other people, observing how he really is. how he took care of his little sister and was always willing to help others out. you knew he harassed you for a specific reason; what it was you had no idea. you still acted hostile towards him to keep your true feelings covered, plus it was unfair to let him treat you like this without retaliation.

"lo'ak's staying over" you brother says as he enters your pod late in the evening, lo'ak trailing behind him. you roll your eyes, "great..", you glance up quickly to take in lo'ak's appearance. pretty. "trust me, i'm not pleased about seeing you either" lo'ak scoffs and takes a seat on your brother's cot, taking his bow off of his back. you continue cutting the fruits scattered around you on the woven mat, tossing them into a bowl afterwards. you go to slice the next one in half, accidentally nicking one of your fingers. "ouch.." you mumble, looking down to see the pearl of blood on your finger. you wipe it on a nearby rag, catching lo'ak's eyes on you. "awwww, can't handle a little cut?" he teases, pouting at you. "shut up" you mumble again, moving back to continue cutting, making sure the blood didn't get anywhere else. "can't even cut fruit properly, damn" he smirks watching your eyes narrow in anger. sometimes you wish your brother did something to defend you, but he probably just accepted that you and lo'ak hated each other and it would always be that way. you ignore his comment, "always knew you were a bit incompetent but shit, that's bad" he chuckles mockingly, causing anger to bubble up inside of you. you may secretly like him but he is a dick. you throw down the large fruit in your hand and the knife, standing up and rushing out of your pod. you had it with him, and yourself. what kept drawing you to him? and why couldn't you turn it off? you turn and run past all the other marui, feet hitting the sand as you exhale. you approach the water, about to call your ilu before you hear a voice calling you, "y/n! wait!"

you scoff as you recognize the voice right away, "just leave me alone, lo'ak" you state firmly, back facing him as he comes closer. "y/n" he places a hand on your shoulder, urging you to face him. the ecstatic feeling that ran through your body was indescribable, he had never touched you before, even when passing by. you turn to come face to face with him, your eyes gazing up into his. "i'm sorry-" he mumbles, his amber eyes blank and searching yours. "sorry? you're sorry? after a year of harassing me you're suddenly sorry? i bet my brother made you do this..." you sigh and bring your hands to your head, tugging your braids gently out of frustration. "he didn't, i swear-" you cut him off again, feelings bursting out of your mouth without a second thought. "yeah sure, lo'ak, i doubt it. what made you feel so bad today? instead of yesterday or the day before? fuck- you have never felt bad about making fun of me before, and it's so stupid that i don't just avoid you because of my... because-" you stop yourself before you go too far off the edge and are unable to turn back. "because of what?" he inquires, you have never heard his voice so gentle towards you before. "because i like you, okay?! i like you too much for my own good and i hate the fact that i do!" you scream, tears forming in your eyes as you realize what you've just admitted. you take a deep breath in, unable to release it before lo'ak's lips are on yours, kissing feverishly. you gasp and pull away, trying to figure out if that actually just happened. "don't- don't do that just to mess with me, please" he shakes his head immediately, denying your accusation. "i'm not, i'm genuinely sorry about everything i've said to you. i don't know why i did it, probably projecting my own shit but- i like you too, so much. i just want to make it up to you, if you'd even let me.." you notice how his tail is moving, softly moving left and right as if in anticipation. you nod at his words, trying to comprehend his side of things. "i'm willing to forgive you. you'll most definitely have to prove it, but i'm willing to. and willing to become more eventually… if you'd want that", a small smile pulls itself onto your lips. "thank you..." he smiles back and reaches for your hips, "let me make it up to you, show you how sorry i am, please. how much i feel for you..."

you breathe shakily as he sinks to his knees, bending to start at your ankle and place delicate kisses up your leg. your run your hand along his cheek as he moves to repeat the actions on your other leg. "you're so beautiful, so beautiful..." he whispers and stands back up, kissing along your jaw now. you sigh in delight and tilt your head to allow him to continue. he smiles against your skin and moves down your neck and the middle of your chest. "can i take it off?" he questions as his hands run behind your back to the tie of your top. you nod and shiver as he removes it, the evening air grazing your nipples, breasts perky and freckles glowing. "shit.." he breathes and kisses his way to your nipple, flicking his tongue over it once to test the waters. the whimper that leaves your mouth says enough as he sucks it into his mouth. "l-lo'ak" you stutter out as his warm mouth has your nipple encapsulated, your thighs pressing together to relieve the arousal beginning to pool.

he releases it with a pop, kissing to the other. "i just wanna worship your fucking body.. never seen someone prettier" you whine at his words as he sucks the other nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling around it and toying with it. your hands weave their way into his hair, tugging on his braids as another whine escapes your lips. he hums and unlatches again, hands lingering over your loincloth. "wanna taste.. wanna make you feel good... please", he almost whimpers the sentence out, "yes, lo'ak, yes". he unties your loincloth and helps you step out of it, moving to his knees again. he licks his lips and looks over your wet pussy, his head leaning on your stomach. "tell me what you want, please princess, i just wanna please you..." he kisses your stomach and awaits a response from you, his ragged breaths tickling your stomach.

"mouth, mouth..." you look down on him as he places one of your feet on his shoulder, giving him the perfect angle to dive in. which he does. his tongue makes it's first move against your clit, eager bud pulsing under his tongue. you moan and toss your head back, your hips fervently pushing against his tongue. he moves further, tongue delving into your tight and dripping hole. "that's good, that's so good-" you gasp and keep yourself steady by your grip on his braids. he hums into you, the vibrations bringing you even more pleasure. his mouth never falters, licking and sucking and kissing all over your pussy. he shifts away to breathe quickly, "you taste so sweet, even better than i would've thought. so beautiful, i wanna be down here forever" he whines out and moves back in, nose nudging your clit as his tongue glides around and in your hole again. he takes note of your demeanor change, breathing more heavy and hip movements more aggressive.

"you're close, baby. fuck my face, use me. just feel good... i got you" he mumbles as he brings a couple fingers to stroke your clit at a fast pace, desperate to bring you to an orgasm. your eyes roll back as you hold his braids tighter, grinding onto his tongue and into his fingers. "oh great mother- i'm- lo'ak i'm gonna-" you squeal as he frantically rubs your clit, removing his mouth so he can coax you through it. "that's it, you're so perfect, i got you, so perfect... just let go" he moans softly as your orgasm snaps in you, cum flowing out of you as his tongue retreats back into your pussy to collect what he can. your chest is heaving as your legs wobble, mind out of sorts at the fact that lo'ak who 'hated' you just hours ago confessed to you and made you cum.

he helps your leg down, holding you close as he stands back up. "there we go..." he says as you instantly hug around his waist. "thank you, lo'ak" you look up to catch his eyes which are now glowing softly. "no need to thank me, it's the least i could do. you know, to apologize and prove myself to you, all that. i will be doing that very often, if you'll let me" he holds your face in his sizable hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. "well, that was amazing honestly.. and yes, i want to please you sometime as well..." your one finger trails down to his waistband and plays with it. "mhmmm, but you're my first priority always, and i'm gonna start acting like it. no more mean guy..." he sighs, clearly ashamed of how he's acted this past year. "it's alright, paskalin... let's spend the day together tomorrow? i want to show you a special place" you rest your head on his heart, hearing the rapid beats. "i'd really like that" he smiles and rests his chin on your head, basking in your loving presence.

[soubeomies]

୨୧ “I WANT IT TO BE REAL TOO.”

⤷ PAIRING﹕ intak x gn!reader

⤷ WARNINGS ﹕nothing!

⤷ GENRE﹕fluff

⤷ WC﹕849

⤷ AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕this is not meant to hate on yunjin guys!! i just use a random kpop idol name to use for this fic<3 ty for reading!

⤷ SYNOPSIS ﹕a girl had been so obsessed over intak, so he asked you to help him out and have a fake relationship with him. little did you know, you would develop feelings for him.

intak was your generic, oh-so-dreamy popular guy in school. in which happens to be your best friend ever, he was the friend you called whenever a guy broke your heart, the contact in your phone you’d hurriedly text when you’re in trouble. though, at school, you tried to be lowkey about it. well, he says it’s so girls dont think he's dating you. you didn't care, you liked to say you'd rather die than date intak.

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you and intak were just hanging out during lunch, the atmosphere was quiet, since the other students had already gone to their next class but you and intak hadn't taken that class. so the both of you were stuck together, chatting about everything under the sun in the school's cafeteria. though naturally, you ran out of things to talk about.. all until he started speaking in a more serious tone.

“y/n,” he says with a little bit of annoyance in his voice. your head perked up as you looked at him intently, was he mad at you? “huh? what's up?” you asked him. 

“you know yunjin? from class c.” he asks you.

“yeah, whats wrong with her?”

“she’s been nagging me so much, clinging onto me.. and all that weird stuff.” he says, seemingly overwhelmed and somewhat upset. “a lot of girls do that to you, what's so different about her?” you stated as you playfully nudged him, still not realising he was dead serious.

“i'm serious! it's making me uncomfortable, y/n. she's doing too much..” he says, in a pleading tone. he followed up his sentence with a little bit of a request.. “i was thinking um.. if it's not awkward for you ofcourse. what if we acted like.. something was going on between us? maybe that will give her the hint, yknow..?”

your eyebrows furrowed at his pleading tone and those stupid puppy eyes he gives you. you gave in with a sigh, “fine. i better get something out of this.”

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and just like that, the two of you started to publicly display your affection to one another, being more touchy than usual, as you laughed at every single one of his cheesy jokes. 

the both of you were walking down the halls after school while you chatted. “coincidentally” yunjin from class c, bumped into intak. grazing her hands all across his body. ew..  you thought to yourself.

“oops! sorry.. didn't mean to bump into you..” yunjin says, pouting her plump pink lips at him. he looks at her as he nudges you, signalling for you to do something. you realised his stupid nudging as you quickly acted. “.. th–that's my man girl. you better back off.” OH MY FUCKING GOD!! no way you actually said that. you felt the embarrassment surge through your body as you tried to hide the red hue that was appearing on your cheeks and ears.

“you? and not me? that's hilarious.” she says mockingly as she walks off and gives intak a little smirk before leaving. after she left, you looked at intak with the reddest hue on your face. “no way i just said that..” you said as you covered your face. he replied with a little chuckle, “you saved my life though.”

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months go by of all this fake dating.. and you can't lie, he wasn't all that bad. bringing you flowers in the middle of class, defending you in front of his stupid little popular friends, and he even started posting you on his instagram. if you didn't know this was all fake, you would be so convinced the two of you were madly in love. 

you knew it was embarrassing to admit, but, you were in love. you never thought, never in a million years that you would be in love with intak.. your best friend. but you couldn't keep this a secret for any longer, if you kept it to yourself for longer you felt like you were about to explode.

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you were blanking out, still trying to figure out how to tell intak how you feel. “y/n!” a muffled voice screams out, “y/n! are you even listening to me?” intak says as he waves his hand infront of your face, snapping you out of your little trance. you looked at him nervously with a nod, “uh! yeah! i'm okay! i'm fine!”

“no you’re not, tell me, whats up?” he says, shifting his tone to a more calming one. “its just..” 

“i don't think i want it to be fake anymore.”

you say, not even daring to fix your gaze at him, what if he thought you were weird? what if he rejects you? ah! why did you even say that? you could've just kept it to yourself! oh you’re so stupid–

“y/n,” he says as he grabs you hands, intertwining fingers with you. it felt intimate, it felt like the both of you shared those feelings. “i want it to be real too.” he says, his eyes lit up at you in excitement. “y/n, will you be my girlfriend? for real this time.” he says with a cheeky smile (˶˃⤙˂˶)

[legalandnotease]

"Even when Tony is evil, he is still a hero." What?

"Everyone except Tony is evil 😈 and he never did anything wrong in his life 🥺."

There is so much to unpack here, but my favorite part is how they looked at that theater alleyway scene and somehow thought STEVE was the bad guy.

I guess in these people's minds Tony actually somehow didn't have enough narrative protection.

This one is so fucking funny to me because the third comment down is flatout admitting that these morons refuse to step outside their echo chambers to even check if what they keep parroting is actually true.

TIL Tony actually didn't have enough screentime in the MCU.

I'm sorry; did this person just try to say without the tiniest hint of irony that the only character in Endgame who wasn't being selfish... was Tony?

HOW BACKWARDS CAN YOU POSSIBLY GET?!?

So yeah, these are some of the absolute highlights (or lowlights) of a Tony-worshipping cult on Ao3. They've mostly quieted down now, but I'm sure they'll come out of the woodwork to seethe when RDoomJ shows up because makes their precious baby billionaire look bad.

Oh good grief.

These people are delusional.

"Weapons dealing is a legitimate profession but assassins and terrorists are given a pass!"- was the best one for me.

Arms dealing is also one of the single most harmful professions. Arms dealers facilitate genocides all over the world. Most of the so callled "terrorists" used Tony's weapons- because most "terrorists" were one rebel groups America approved of. Like The Taliban were once fighting Russia with America's blessing and weapons.

These are the same people who think something being legal amounts to it being morally valid. The Nazis passed laws which enabled them to genocide people which means by their logic, the Holocaust was "legitimate" right?

In many countries across the world, its legal to marry a 10-year-old. In many countries its illegal to be gay, and its legal to beat your wife. In many countries, its legal to execute somebody for being a different religion, or kill your daughter for going out with somebody you don't like.

Does that make any of those things morally valid? Heck, no!

ALso "Steve covered up the Stark's' death"

Lol, Steve didn't "cover up" shit. Zemo was literally able to find out what happened through the files Natasha leake- it was publicly available information.

If anybody covered it up, it was the government after it happened. Steve had nothing to do with that. If anything he bought it out.

The point about narcissism though: I love it what they say that too. It shows how little Tony fans know about pyschology and mental health, because its not actually possible for a person to *pretend* to be a narcissist.

You either are a narcissist or you are not. Just like its not possible to pretend to be bipolar or have anxiety.

Tony Stark also displays no symptoms of PTSD or depression. Where are the self-image problems suggestive of depression? The feelings of guilt or helplesness? Lack of motivation?

If anything these symptoms are far more evident in Bucky then in Tony. Tony Stans just like to headcanon that he has PTSD and tell everybody he does because it sounds better then him being a narcissist.

[stormoflina]

Regarding szobo and Trent’s friendship. I think it’s one of those situations when u are an introvert person and friendship dies down. Not saying they not friends anymore obviously are. However, compare his friendships with other people like Jude he publicly shows support to Jude and Jude does the same if not more to trent tbh😂 he comments on every single Trent’s post. Trent doesn’t mind being seen on camera with Jude hence england content and story reposts . Where as Trent doesn’t like szoboszlai posts anymore for long time or comment in months either. I know Jude trent are a lot closer friendship wise but I think Trent did see comments and now you can tell he doesn’t like being seen on camera with szobo anymore even when szobo tries so hard to walk with him/grab his attention Trent ignores it and doesn’t want to be in same picture frames either or in training too he always purposely makes sure he isn’t. I don’t think they are as close as some think they are in my opinion anymore. Like Trent publicly shows so much love to ramsdale madders Jude hendo ect where as with szobo he hasn’t since September

Ngl, reading this kinda broke my DomiTrent heart 💔

I will have to disagree on the part where you say Trent purposely tries to avoid being seen with Domi on camera / avoids him. If you look at the fancams and bts stuff, they are still very much glued together. Trent seems image- conscious, but I don't think to this level. Yeah, he's an introvert, but he also seems like a kind, nice person, so I don't think he would do this.

It's also important to highlight that obviously Trent is going to be different with all the people you have listed. They have known each other for years and are national teammates. That's such a significant part, sharing the same nationality, speaking the same language, having been brought up in the same culture. Domi is also very different, much more relaxed around his national teammates. We joke around a lot about how he is being a "beg" around Trent, because to the naked (and DomiTrent focused,lol) eye he's totally acting like that, but , okay hold on.

I think I'm about to get a bit defensive here 😭

So Trent's mother tongue being English, him still in his boyhood club, playing for England, those are such huge advantages that players like Dominik will never get. I think it just doesn't show, because he speaks fine English and moves around like a very, naturally confident person. But still, to someone who has followed the Hungarian NT for years, he is almost weirdly """"shy"""" in some of the lfc content. You can tell English is his least strongest language and that he knows he is basically a little nobody in Liverpool.

Okay, Hungarian tax over lol. So, I think if any of the 'they are being forcefully separated' stuff is true, in any shape or form, it's probably only the sm team making a choice to not throw them under the bus for engagement basically. They obviously get along well, most likely not life-long besties, they have only known each other for like what, 6 months? But I like seeing them together, and especially with comments like the one, where Dominik said he often feels lonely moving to England, then saying how Trent was the first one to ask him out to hang out? That's so sweet!

Sorry for the long answer, I think I just really feel for Dominik in this scenario you raised, because he is even posting his dog, who technically is not even his dog anymore, so I just feel bad for him 😭

[thanakite]

I've been watching "I'll Become a Villainess Who Goes Down in History" and overall I loved it! It was a lot of fun and I really love Alicia!

There is one scene (with a few interconnected parts) that bothers me above all others

It's when Duke teleports Alicia to himself and is angry about her giving away her eye

I do understand being upset about it as a person who cares about her, but I also believe that Alicia is firmly justified in the way she rebukes him in all of this

She DIDN'T ask him to keep an eye on her or watch out for her all these years, and she generally would have been just as fine without it, on top of that he is yelling at her and manhandling her, she even says "ouch!" as he touches at where her eye used to be, but instead of backing off and being like "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so rough" he continues until she yells back at him, and then later on is the one to apologize over how everything about the conversation went, and he doesn't truly apologize either

Yeah, Alicia should be better about caring that her loved ones and the ones who love her are worried about her and her safety, but none of that justifies him thinking he should have gotten a say over her giving her eye away nor manhandling her to the point of pain

So while her apologizing and publicly declaring what she does later to Duke is pivotal for her character (and several others), the whole reasoning behind it leaves a bad taste in my mouth because legitimately "Loving someone" is not actually a reason to get away with thinking that person needs to thank/appreciate you for acting a certain way or doing a certain thing if they didn't ask for it, they CAN of course still thank you for it, but they are not at all REQUIRED to and just because you are worried about someone/love them, doesn't mean that you are allowed to manhandle them after something major happens

Alicia is a villainess who does what she wants, that's part of what is great about her, that she allows Duke to basically get off scot-free with doing this after also teleporting her to him without her permission all because she yelled at him that she didn't ask him to do the things he chooses to do to look out for her (An honestly understandable and common argument) isn't great to me. Even if she did end up apologizing, she should have made it clear that manhandling her and teleporting her without her permission isn't acceptable behavior

[residentevilbrews]

Babysitting (One-Shot)

Alan had been entrusted with Albert's only two children. Alvina and Junior. He agreed to monitor the two children whilst Albert and his wife Jordan would go out on an anniversary dinner that Albert had planned ahead.

They were preparing to leave as Alan stood behind the couch watching the two, Jordan fixed her hair as Albert tightened his tie.

"Do you have any questions?" Albert asked turning to look at Alan.

Alan paused, taking a second to think, he shook his head as he gave two thumbs up.

"No more, I can handle it from here." Alan spoke with a smile.

As he did this, Albert approached, his footsteps silent like a cat's.

"No sweets or mistakes, clear?"

Alan swallowed.

"Crystal." He answered feeling tense from his brother's gaze.

Jordan caught their attention as they both looked at her.

"Albert, our reservation?" she pointed to her watch.

As she said this, Albert smiled and reached his hand out to her gracefully.

"Shall we get going?" He asked his wife.

Jordan grinned softly at her husband's attempt of offering his hand to her. She grabbed it, proceeding to grab his other hand, as she looked up at him. Her heart racing a bit.

"I thought you wouldn't ask~" She chuckled. It was music to Albert's ears.

The tall blonde man stopped as he looked back at Alan.

"You read the rulebook right, Alan?"

Alan weakly smiled at his brother.

"About five times Albert, now you both go have some fun." He told the two.

"My brother's number is on the fridge, if Junior gets out of sight, ask Alvina, she most likely saw where he went." Jordan told Alan.

"Oh alright, I'll ask Alvina if I lose the boy."

Albert sighed.

"Don't lose the boy, just keep an eye on them, we'll be back before midnight." He told Alan.

Jordan clung to her husband as the two exited the house. Now, Alan was in charge. He made his way to the kitchen, looking around to find Alvina at the table focused on her homework.

It was only seven at night, so they didn't need to go to bed until ten. So, three hours of trying to watch and entertain kids how bad could it be?

"You're staring." Alvina spoke as she caught Alan's attention.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Alan said, "I, uh, do you need help with your homework Alvina?" He blinked looking over her shoulder and finding algebra all written on the paper.

He recalled back in school how difficult those equations were. Alan didn't like math that much; the teachers had been strict whenever he got something wrong. They'd publicly shame him in front of the entire class. Some would laugh, some showed looks of frustration as to why Alan couldn't understand such a simple problem, and rarely did he ever see signs of pity.

It felt intimidating staring at the page. He swallowed, playing with his sleeve anxiously.

"No, I'm fine." Alvina spoke softly. "I'm almost done, but I appreciate the offer, Uncle Alan."

Alan sighed in relief.

"Y-Yeah, I'm not good at math, I'm bad at it." He sat down at the table. "Back in school, we had to do these every day."

Alvina nodded as her eyes focused on the paper in front of her. She wrote the answers quickly.

"What grade were you in?" She asked the man.

"Huh?" Alan was confused. "What grade?"

"For your algebra homework." She said, her eyes still on the paper.

"Uhh, I was in fourth grade." He thought. "Or maybe it was fifth?" Alan said trying to recall the grade. "I know it was before middle school."

Alvina hummed for a second, as she finished writing another answer.

"I mean that has to be impressive? Did you get any of the answers right?" She asked, still writing.

Alan shook his head.

"Not all, at most I probably only got maybe thirty percent of them right....." Alan sighed. "Then the teacher would make me an example of what not to be in school....." He chuckled anxiously. "Back then it was okay to do."

He didn't hear her pencil continue writing. It had stopped, her eyes on him. He wasn't sure what her emotions were behind her eyes. He wasn't sure if it was pity or a hint of frustration.

"Sorry to mention that." He chuckled. "How about we focus on what to have for dinner?"

Alvina nodded slowly, returning to the pace of finishing her homework.

"Not sure, did mom leave a note of what was for dinner?" She asked him.

The man got up and walked to the fridge. He looked for the note. Eventually finding a yellow lined piece of paper attached to a magnet to the fridge.

'Jaiden: XXX-XXX-XXXX'

Alan nodded at this.

"Good thing I got your other uncle's number in case something else happens." Alan said. "Oh, speaking of which, where's your brother?" He looked at Alvina.

The girl stopped and sighed.

"You haven't checked on him?"

Alan shook his head.

"No." Alan said honestly. "Uh which room is his?" He asked.

"It's down the hall, to the left, you can't miss it." She spoke. "It stinks."

Alan nodded and walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. He stopped by the door that was Junior's room, he opened it as he looked around.

Clearly, it was a young boy's room, everything seemed up to date of what the kids would be into, with a hint of Albert's main focus of making sure the kid would focus on his schooling with the obvious furniture choice of a desk in the corner.

"Uh, hello?" Alan said into the supposedly empty room. "Junior are you in here?"

The man entered the room, taking careful steps and searched with his eyes for where Junior could be. He seemed anxious as he couldn't find him.

"Junior?" He repeated. "Are you there?"

Again, silence, the man was growing more confused and anxious.

"Albert Junior Wesker!?" He said more loudly.

A creaky sound was made from the door as Alan turned his head to the sound. Finding Junior holding an electric guitar.

"Why are you in here?" The boy spoke with a raised eyebrow. His hand still holding the guitar.

"Oh, you're fine," Alan said with a sigh of relief. "I thought a kidnapper got you."

Junior nodded slowly and walked past him.

"Uh huh." Junior said walking over to the television in his room.

"So, what would you like for dinner?" Alan asked.

Junior focused on turning the television, his eyes focused on the screen more so than Alan's question.

"I don't know," Junior shrugged trying to switch the channels. "What do you eat?"

Alan blinked.

"I usually order take out." He answered honestly. "I sometimes get pizza or Chinese food, or even both....I get pizza and then put shrimp on from the Chinese food--"

".....I think pizza's okay, just don't put shrimp on mine." Junior said not looking at him.

"Oh! good! I'll go order it right now." Alan said as he exited the boy's room. But paused. "Wait a minute, your mother said you shouldn't play with that."

Junior stopped. He looked back at Alan.

"Did she? I swear she said I could play with it."

Alan shook his head.

"Nope, in Rule #23, it says and I quote "Do not, and I mean do not let Junior play with his mother's guitar."" Alan spoke in a serious manner.

Junior stared at Alan.

"You read that book?" He asked surprised. "I didn't think he'd do that."

Alan approached the boy.

"Now please let me take your mother's guitar so I may put it back safely without damaging it." He spoke.

Junior looked at the guitar then back at Alan.

"Do you even know how to hold it?"

Alan laughed and nodded.

"I know how to hold an instrument, how difficult will it be?" He said as Junior handed over the guitar. The weight of the instrument caused Alan to get nervous. He was to be careful with it.

"What's got you freaked out? it's just a guitar."

Alan looked at Junior.

"I'm not freaked out." He coughed. "I just want to be careful so your dad doesn't get mad and I have to replace anything that might get damaged." He explained as he walked carefully out of the room.

Junior shrugged and got back to watching television. He didn't seem to say anything after that.

Alan entered the couple's bedroom, as it was cracked open a bit. He stepped in delicately, he swallowed, and walked over to the guitar stand.

He placed the instrument back on and sighed.

"Now to order dinner." He said as he made his way out of the room, closing the door steadily. Not wanting to make noise.

He walked back to the kitchen where the phone was, and noticed Alvina finished up with her homework, she seemed like she was reviewing her work before she called it a night.

"Uh, what kind of pizza do you and Junior like to eat?" Alan asked.

Alvina stopped and thought silently.

"Just get us half pepperoni and half cheese." She said still eyeing her homework.

"Alright, I'll do that. Do you like breadsticks or pasta? they got those too?" He asked looking at her.

"Breadsticks are alright," She said. "I'm assuming dad doesn't want us to have sugar?"

Alan nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I'm sure he can tell if I did." He spoke unsure. "Is he always strict like that?" He asked her.

"Sometimes, mostly with Junior." She shrugged.

"Oh."

"You have to make sure he stays out of trouble. Last time Uncle Jaiden found him trying to use mom's amplifier and connecting it to the spare microphone so he could use a whistle he found."

Alan looked at her surprised.

"H-H doesn't have the whistle still does he?"

Alvina shook her head.

"No, and the microphone's gone as well."

Alan was relieved.

"I'm not too good with confrontation if the neighbors heard him and I wouldn't have any good reason to explain what's going on and....I'm just bad with people." He coughed.

"I can tell, dad said you're very timid." She put her homework away in her binder. "

"Does he talk about me a lot?" He blinked.

Alvina shook her head once more.

"No, we actually heard about you last month when mom found out too."

"Oh." Alan said sadly. "I understand. Anyways, I'm gonna order the pizza now." He continued and ordered the pizza for the kids, as well as the breadsticks, and he got himself a large supreme pizza.

It was maybe an hour or so later, when the pizzas have arrived, Alan was busy answering the door as Junior entered the kitchen to investigate the freezer. He was digging through it to find the ice cream.

There on the other end of the freezer was the carton. He slowly began to reach for it.

"Pizza's here~!" Alan stated gracefully as Junior almost fell out of the chair due to the surprise of his announcement of pizza.

"AH!" Junior shouted in surprise. The chair fell.

"AHHHH!" Alan almost dropped the pizzas. "MY NEPHEW!" He threw the pizzas onto the dining table as he grabbed the boy from falling. "ARE YOU OKAY!? YOU POOR BABY! OH GOD! WHAT IF HE'S HURT!"

Alvina stood in the door way and watched man freak out.

"Oh god, I gotta call the hospital, or Albert's gonna make me eat my food through a straw!"

"I don't think he'd go that far, Uncle." Alvina sighed watching the man cling to the boy.

"Can you let me go?" Junior grumbled in annoyance.

"You okay?" Alan asked. "Can you feel your toes? and your hands?"

Junior let out a huff.

"I'm fine, can we eat?" He seemed frustrated as Alan put him down on the chair.

"You can feel everything right?" He asked again.

Junior nodded.

"Yes."

"You can breathe right?"

"Yes."

"You're not broken anywhere?" Alan asked.

"I said I was fine." Junior leaned back in the chair as his feet kicked against the dining table in annoyance.

"Okay, good, uh, I'll get the plates. Alvina could you get the juice from the fridge?" Alan asked the girl.

"Yes, Uncle." She spoke.

Junior rolled his eyes.

"How are you our uncle anyways? you look nothing like dad....or even act like him?" He pointed out the obvious.

Alan paused as he grabbed the plates from the cabinet.

"Uh, we were, uh," Alan didn't know how to answer the question, his thoughts raised towards how to answer the question. He swallowed and his finger itched the collar of his shirt. "Well, Albert's more intelligent than me, he specialized in his career. I uh, failed school, I'm what you shouldn't be." He said as his mind went back to how he stood in front of the class as a child as his teacher said the same thing.

"Alan is what you all shouldn't be." The teacher said in a frustrated tone. "Just look at these answers he got wrong."

He remembered the teacher showing everyone his test paper. He felt anxious just like back then.

"Failed school?" Junior repeated. "That why dad's always pushy about grades?"

"I guess?" Alan shrugged. "I never thought about it." He opened the containers of pizza. "Anyways, you should both eat."

Alvina returned with the glasses and eventually the juice. She poured herself some juice, then Junior collected the container to pour his own. Alan had bought himself some lemon-lime soda.

The two kids began to eat the pizza. Alan wasn't sure whether or not to have a conversation with the kids. He was always bad at small talk.

"So, uh, do you kids like....video games?" He asked awkwardly.

"Not really." Alvina said as she ate a slice of pizza.

Junior shrugged.

"Mom let me buy the one I want." He told Alan. "Said not until I'm older."

"Well, it's for good reason." Alan spoke softly. "I wouldn't want my kids playing something they shouldn't be playing with."

Alvina and Junior looked at each other, silently debating.

"Do you even have kids?" Junior blinked.

"Uh no....."

"Then how would you know what's good for them if you don't have any." Junior asked.

Alan got nervous again, he was sipping his soda worriedly. He stopped.

"Err, well, I...."

"Do we have an aunt?" Alvina stared at Alan.

"U-Uh....no....I don't have a wife." He said awkwardly. He looked down at his plate of food. "

"Not even a girlfriend?" Junior asked. "Or is it cause you're fat?"

"I beg your pardon?" Alan blinked at this. He knew kids would be teasing, he just didn't think honest.

Alvina sighed.

"He's fine." She told Junior. "He probably doesn't have one due to his job."

Junior took another bite of his pizza and looked at Alan again.

"Do you even have a job?"

Alan finished his slice of pizza.

"Of course I have a job." He spoke. "I work as a pharmacist."

Junior was confused and turned his attention to Alvina for an answer.

She sighed as her eyes met with Junior's.

"Pharmacists fill prescriptions for people. Analyze specifics on what medication works for a patient." She explained, taking another bite of her pizza.

"See? it's a good job."

"Not cool though." Junior shrugged as he continued eating another slice.

"Err, anyways, you all finish your homework?" He looked at the two.

Alvina nodded as Junior shrugged again.

"I didn't get any." He spoke.

After dinner, Alan had turned on the television in the living room until it was finished. He was thankful that it was nearing bedtime. He hadn't gotten into any arguments or debates about it with either child.

Alvina simply went to her room after saying goodnight. Junior was dragging his feet as he was trying to finish the tv show he was watching.

"Please Junior!" Alan begged. "Your parents will be home shortly."

Junior groaned.

"Ugh, whyyyyy? It's just one more show."

"What if they come home early?" Alan began to worry, Junior could sense the anxiety from before. He was mentally debating with himself whether or not to stay out.

On one hand, tv shows he could watch that his parents wouldn't let him watch. But on the other, Alan seemed shaking up and freaking out. He wasn't sure which one to deal with.

Noticing how tense Alan's expression was, the boy grumbled.

"Okay, I'll go to bed." He hopped off the couch. "But I'm not brushing my teeth."

Alan nodded in relief.

"I appreciate it." He watched boy go to his room.

The weight of the room fell as Alan collapsed onto the couch. He sighed into the pillow. How was babysitting this draining? he didn't know how both Albert and Jordan could do it every day, every single day, and not freak out a little.

Alan dozed off for maybe a half an hour or so, he woke up before Albert and Jordan returned home. He walked over to the door, both Albert and Jordan looked at each other than at Alan.

"Uh, how was babysitting, Alan?" Jordan asked, seemingly surprised about something.

Alan yawned.

"It was okay, the kids did well, Alvina finished her homework and Junior behaved."

Albert slowly nodded at this.

"Speaking of Junior.....did you let him draw on your face?" Albert raised an eyebrow at him.

"Draw what?" Alan blinked.

Albert sighed.

"You got something on face." Jordan explained, motioning her finger around her eyes, as Alan rubbed his own face and found black ink.

"Err, I swear I didn't let him do this on purpose!" He panicked.

"You fell asleep, didn't you?" Albert guessed.

Alan nodded timidly.

"Y-Yeah, but it was just for ten minutes...." Alan frowned.

Albert had left to go check on the kids, both were asleep and quiet. He pulled away from the crack of the door and slowly shut the door as Jordan stood next to him as well.

"Well, they're sleeping surprisingly." Albert spoke to Jordan as he turned his attention back to Alan. "You did alright, just don't pass out while you're watching them."

"I'm sorry Albert." Alan sighed. "I didn't think you guys had to deal with that every day, you're both really good parents." He told them.

Alan almost thought he saw a flicker of satisfaction from his comment from Albert, but he couldn't really tell due to the shades.

"Well, make sure to wash your face before you go home, alright Alan?" Jordan suggested. "We appreciate it."

"I'll do that." He nodded and prepared to get ready to leave. "And it's no problem." He spoke.

After that, all that Alan could remember was passing out on his own couch when he got home to his silent apartment. He was so tired and worn out from everything he didn't care to his nightly routine before bed, something he normally did to ensure a good night sleep.

Instead, he clung to his couch pillow and passed out.

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This has been put off since last month since I doodled that 'date night' comic, so I figured I'd finish how that babysitting night goes normally timeline wise.

It's super simple I know, but it'll get better soon. I do have some plans for more one-shots. Especially regarding Alan, and later on eventually his kiddos Roscoe and Alice.

Jordan, Jaiden, Junior and Alvina belong to @feng-shui71

[ruiination]

// So big shock, Jay is posting a callout about me. I can post all the screenshots I have of our talks here. I haven't read his callout because I have him blocked.

Basically, here was my situation. Jay told me over and over that he cared deeply about me. He loved me. He cared about me. I was the closest person to him on tumblr. I can confess I bought into his bullshit totally.

I didn't want to post publicly, because I didn't want anyone to come after him. He just got mad because I asked to not interact with his friends. I haven't gaslit him or anything. Lmao.

So this is what happened. He talked about all this shit about how special I was to him. He ended making me PRY information about what he wanted to do for like 20 minutes ( write incest which I had expressed I was uncomfortable with), I got frustrated a little. I was harsh when I told him I didn't like the ship. He instantly went to acting like I was trying to cut him off. Which I even said I wasn't.

So I got really upset and literally was throwing up and in severe pain from a headache and I just gave in and relented. I asked for space. The next day he basically forced me to talk about it despite not being ready. I literally spilled my heart to him. I did say I thought he got my friend attacked which was not actually true and was an assumption. Which is like... something I apologized for and confessed was a misunderstanding. I felt really bad about it too. Which you can see in my screenshots lol. I ended up giving up and shutting down because he kept calling my cruel for not liking his ship. We "made up". I asked for space.

And then he messaged me a bunch of times saying I was ignoring him while I was literally sleeping. Which he said my discord was being weird. No clue if that was true because I was literally asleep. I talked to him the following morning and he again told me how important I was to him, I really wanted it to work out because I really enjoyed being his friend. But I was still really hurt and I tried to get over it.

But yeah anyway, I learned later that he said he would have blocked me if I didn't write jill and actively tried to get someone else to pick her up so I could be replaced and he could block me even after we made up. Multiple people said he outright hated me. He also compared asking for space to being like his abusive mother to guilt trip me. So like honestly, he still genuinely doesn't care that he hurt me and wants to be a victim. Just like how he constantly tried to turn everything around on me.

And yeah i was told he said I stalk his blog which I don't. I have him blocked and seeing his URL causes me anxiety sooooo. Why would I go there? I literally panic block people that interact with him. Because he actually really broke by heart lmao. I am sorry for being harsh and emotional I guess.

He's literally having a meltdown because I posted that I didn't want to be associated with him. Like I have literally not even tried to talk about him aside from "he hurt me" but like come on. Don't pretend that you don't mind people blocking you when this is how you react when you treat people like shit and then they cut you off. Please work on yourself. I ALMOST wrote a callout about him but like I didn't because I didn't want him to be hurt or upset lmao. But go on and keep trying to make me a bad guy when you literally lovebombed me and guilt tripped me. I don't care if you don't like me. I know you never actually cared. I'm not going to look at his blog or whatever because I don't really need to see what he is saying about me. He can do what he wants and I can do what I want. But I don't want to see him lmao.

[panandinpain0]

Hellooooooo could I request a stranger things where it’s Robin x Male Reader, but platonically, where they bond over ice cream, being gay (or whatever for the reader), and the trauma of existing in the hell that is Hawkins?? I just stan robin

"Let Me Finish My Cone!"

This request slays and I'm excited to write it! Honestly I wish I got more platonic requests- I don't mind the romantic ones (I really like writing them) but some balance would be nice, yk?

Also- I keep misspelling Robin as Robing for some reason- so sorry if I accidentally missed a typo and that's in there 😭

We all stan Robin (Maya Hawke <333)

Headcanon of mine: Robin bites her ice cream. At first she did it to freak Steve out but now she can't eat ice cream any other way.

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Requested by: Anon

Robin Buckley with Male!Reader

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Sitting on a bench at the mall, two teenagers held melting ice cream cones in their hands. Robin sat criss-cross with her legs under her, and (Y/N) with his ankle resting on his other knee.

Robin was on break from work, still in her uniform minus the hat, which she'd forced (Y/N) to wear. It sat crooked on his head, almost falling off.

"There's no one to date here," (Y/N) sighed out as a hot guy walked past them. He licked his ice cream with a grumpy look on his face.

"If anyone knows how it is, I do," Robin snorted, biting her ice cream.

"Like- none of the guys look at me, and if they do it's only in a friend way. I don't know any other gay guys in Hawkins!" (Y/N) whisper-shouted to his best friend.

She side-eyed him, "What about Steve? He's bi, you know."

"Someone who's out, I mean. Not that I have anything against Steve or the fact that he isn't publicly out- it's just that I wanna be able to be seen with my boyfriend! And romantically, too. I don't want my relationship to be a secret."

"In this town it kind of has to be," Robin sighed out this time, thinking of her own experiences with it. "And if you don't treat it like a secret, other people will."

"This town is so fucked up. I would be in a rush to get out of here except for the fact that everywhere else would be just as bad."

"What about Los Angeles?" Robin looked over to her friend, taking another bite of her ice cream, almost down to the cone part.

"LA? I dunno, man... maybe. Wanna come with me and find out?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Once I get enough money to leave this place, hell yeah!"

"You and me both." (Y/N) still wore his uniform from the arcade upstairs in the mall. He was sick of the snotty kids there and seconds away from quitting his job.

"How is Steve doing with that, by the way?"

"Ahh, fine. He's been getting more confident- saw him flirting with some guy at the counter earlier."

"Yeah? And how'd that go?"

"Horribly, but at least he's getting out there!" Robin tried to be positive as (Y/N) laughed.

"I remember when I started flirting with guys. But then again I never was very good at flirting."

"No you are not- I remember when you tried to flirt with me," Robin remembered, smiling with amusement. (Y/N)'s face turned red from embarrassment as he, too, remembered.

"Must we bring it up?" He hid his face in his free hand.

"You were trying so hard to be straight!"

"And failing horribly," (Y/N) finished for her, the two sharing a laugh. "Oh- there's the man of the hour!"

Steve was waving at Robin to come back. Seems her break was over.

"Robin!" He shouted, his face going red as (Y/N) winked at him.

"Let me finish my cone, asshole!" Robin shouted back. Steve flipped her the bird and she stuck her tongue out at him, making him roll his eyes. Both ignored the looks they got from the interaction.

"You sure you don't like him?" Robin teased as she leaned back again.

"I'm not sure about anything. I just don't think he's willing to commit, you know?" (Y/N) speculated, lazily licking his cone.

"Well, you can't be sure until you try!" Robin popped the end of the cone into her mouth and swiped her hat from (Y/N)'s head, patting it as she walked away.

(Y/N) groaned as his watch went off, signaling the end of his own break.

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Short but sweet- I love Robin (and Steve).

-Author Max <3

[sonrium]

That second point yanked Batman instantly and unwillingly by the throat to Phantom's side.

He couldn't speak out knowing the rest of the League wouldn't approve, so he let the discussion run its course, and Phantom was naturally denied.

But Batman is nothing if not thorough, and compiling DNA profiles would also help with contingencies. So Batman discretely reaches out after the meeting to give Phantom his personal permission as long as he provides the DNA samples and that Phantom understands that Batman cannot publicly defend him, but he will mitigate the consequences behind the scenes.

After another biting incident when Phantom is getting lectured by Superman:

"Phantom, you can't keep doing this. This is your last warning. Criminals or not, it's never okay to bite people just because you want to. Control yourself, or you might have to rethink your place in the Justice League."

Phantom staring at his feet and genuinely worried that he might get kicked out. He didn't think it was that big a deal.

Batman walks up and simply states. "He is controlling himself."

"Batman, you call that control? I'm trying to be understanding, but Phantom is biting criminals more than ever."

"Are they still breathing?"

"I don't see how-"

"Are their limbs still attached?"

"What are you-?"

Batman gives Superman a hard look to stop him mid question. "Acording to Constantine, ghosts from the Infinite Realms are creatures that should be avoided at all costs due to their extremely volatile nature. Generally, it's a death sentence to ever encounter one."

Superman turned to the child he'd been scolding, shocked that any of that could possibly be true about his colleague. The same colleague, who was so gentle he almost cried when he accidently killed a spider in the dining hall. "Is that true?"

Danny, glancing up but unable to meet Superman's eyes, "Yea-yeah. Intense violence is actually how most ghosts socialize. Regrowing limbs isn't a big deal for ghosts, so they tend to forget how fragile humans are."

Batman continues with his explanation, "In the Infinite Realms, ghosts have evolved to attack anything that moves as a defense due to how hostile the environment is. Everything from the plants to the very ground could attack at any moment. Their version of compassion is controlling their instincts before the killing blow. The fact that Phantom rarely attacks anybody is a testament to his constant and vigillent self-control."

Danny finally meets Superman's eyes and they are nothing but pools of liquid innocence and shame about his very being. "I'm sorry... I'm doing my best, but my ghost instincts are really hard to control, especially when emotions are high and we are carching bad guys, and I can't help but bite. But I promise, I will never let it go any farther than that."

Intense guilt washes over Superman. He knew how seriously Phantom took his promises. He had no idea he was asking Phantom to go against his very nature. Did Phantom have to hold himself back right now? Superman knew a thing or two about how scarily fragile human bodies were to someone like him. He couldn't imagine having instincts that screamed at him to attack anything that moved on top of that.

Batman turned to his old friend with a disapproving stare. "Maybe learn a thing or two before you judge our nonhuman members. I expected better from you."

Superman placed his hands on Phantom's shoulders. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Do the best you can. We can figure out the rest together. Please forget everything I said earlier."

Danny with hope sparking in his eyes, "Are you sure? I know im not perfect, but I want to stay. I really like it here, and I really like helping people."

"Of course. I'll let the others know." Superman walks away down the hall, and out of sight.

Danny grinned, lifted his eyebrows, and nodded toward where Superman ran off to convey his thanks for the save.

Batman gave a quick nod and a tiny, barely there smile of his own. He spoke aloud for the one with superhearing that was definitely still listening, "I apologize for any offense you may have taken. Know that the sentiments of Superman are not shared by the rest of us."

Danny pulled the zip lock baggie out of his pocket and silently handed it to Batman with a grin. It had a napkin smeared with the blood of Danny's most recent biting victim labeled in Sharpie. Danny responded in a wobbly voice that did not match his mischivous grin, "Thanks." He added a sniffle for effect. "I needed to hear that. I'm really doing the best I can, but i guess people dont see it that way."

After this incident, Superman became Danny's biggest defender against the biting accusations.

Danny Phantom, who as far as the Justice League knew was a normal ghost, was presenting a pointpoint in front of the rest of the League. The presentation says, "Why I should be allowed to bite criminals: 1, because I am not human and cannot catch any of your filthy human diseases. 2, because it would allow us to compile DNA samples from the criminals of the world to compare with during crime scene investigation. 3, Fuck you."

[monstermaster13]

I am just going to say this about the group of people who 'attacked' me so to speak, yeah regarding That Fat Fetishist my story and how I tell it is different than his...and yeah I think he's a fucking hypocrite for being all 'oh Jabba from the book Digital Fortress is a stereotype fat guy and his name comes from a star wars character, the author hates fat people'  while also being all 'oh boy, Doctor Robotnik from the 90s Sonic cartoon is sexy as fuck'.   I don';t even remember stalking him on storygraph or even have a storygraph account up until now.

I only knew that he posted about hating fat characters being stereotyped in his review of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and his review of Digital Fortress, oh and he also said he thought at first Fat by Weird Al was fat-phobic when it was a parody song.

His main account is political garbage and gamer stuff on twitter while his After Dark stuff is smut, yeah...naked fat men stuffing themselves and trying to be sexy, rule34 of animal characters, horny thoughts/hot takes that should have been burned away in the oven, questionable choices in general.  The fact that gross obviously mature content is allowed on Twitter/X anyway disgusts me but if I have to keep blocking every single fat fetish account I see only to get 'we have found this user hasn't broken the senstive content rules' everytime, i'm sorry but maybe that stuff BELONGS on rule34 sites or tinder or whatever desperate men like him using to get dates.

For the main part...I did not say that either him or his friends could have been Anonymousdevi but I still have the web archive link to prove it was something that indeed happened.  I was put into the 'transphobic' accusations because of this, and then later put into the 'groomer' category,  look I only referred to transformation as a fetish once, I don't treat it like it is one.  But the fact the person who admitted they were the ones behind the devi account was speaking in first person does not narrow it down since it could have been anyone, yet i'm still  miffed Devi did not get reported or found out.

And the grooming accusations were based on roleplays I did ages ago and yeah in the document it was indeed stated that the person I did with them who I shall always call 'Ex Bestie' said they did not want to tell me how old they were because they felt they'd be uncomfortable, well...how do you think I feel everytime they do that to me?  'how old are you?'  i'm 18+ my man, woman, whatever these people identify as.  That is all you need to know.

Also Fat Fetishist believes people shouldn't use the term 'Bear' to describe a hairy straight man when i've heard that term be used several times, having a boyfriend and being gay yourself does not mean you should be allowed to speak for all people of that orientation.  That's what all anti-straight gays sound like.

Also note that the document said they don't encourage harrassing me while also saying they think it would be ideal if I got banned, okay, why do they act like I am not aware of my bad past actions?  I am aware of them, I just don't sympathize with people who act like i'm being rude or stalking them for no reason because I think they are paranoid nutjobs. I have other people I obsess over besides them, you know. Also if they only find it humilating to talk about in real life and think it's 'publicly' humilating when I go after their accounts, i'd hate to consider what Fat Fetishist's friends IRL will think of his afterdark account. Okay, which is it, do you want me to leave you alone or give more attention to you?

[sparklyfaerie]

Great characters don't have to be good people. How many people love a good villain? Or a morally grey anti-hero? People love dynamic, interesting characters. That doesn't mean we ignore or condone their acts of evil; it just means that they're entertaining to watch.

I'm a Spike fan and a Xander hater, myself, but I don't ignore Spike's badness or Xander's goodness. It just so happens that where I fall on my opinion of the characters depends largely on their narrative treatment, rather than their actions.

Xander has a habit of talking down to and slut shaming a lot of the female characters in the show. Buffy in particular. He weaponises his jealousy in the early seasons. He's a bad boyfriend to both of his girlfriends (puts down Cordelia consistently and cheats on her, which he is never shown to have any remorse for, and constantly talks down to Anya), and is weirdly obsessed with Buffy's sex life.

He lies to Buffy about important things (remembering the SA attempt when he was possessed, Willow trying to curse Angel again, told Buffy that 'no one said anything [to him]' about Buffy and Riley's relationship imploding when Riley had actually come to Xander with concerns that Buffy didn't love him beforehand) and is never held accountable for it.

He gets away with bespelling the whole town when he tried to use magic to get back at Cordelia when she spurned him. That it was unintentional that it affected all the women in town is irrelevant; he still attempted to take Cordelia's free will away in order to humiliate her, which is kinda evil of him, ngl. Yeah the way she treated him kinda sucked at that point, but a) the narrative treats it as such, and b) he was just as bad if not worse.

But like, he bespelled the women of the town into throwing themselves at him and at the end Buffy thanks him for not taking advantage of her??? Nuh-uh, sorry, you don't get a thank you for being a decent human being after already doing something so incredibly fucked up.

What really, really gets me in season 5 though is that he scolds Buffy for letting Riley go, even though the man just cheated on her (and in a way that was really dangerous, he could have gotten turned) and attempted to gaslight her into thinking it was her fault, and then proceeded to give her an ultimatum that she had to fix the relationship or he was gone. Buffy initially saw through his BS, but Xander was the one who convinced her that Riley was in the right??? And then lied to her that no one told him anything about the relationship not going well??? To make her feel stupid or like a bad partner or something??? Riley was the only one of Buffy's love interests that Xander approved of, and that was only because he was the epitome of Xander's masculine ideal and he could project onto him.

(Actually no one but Buffy even attempted to hold Riley accountable for any of his BS in season 5 but that's a whole other rant.)

There's more reasons I hate Xander, but they're mostly in season 6, and I won't be That Guy™ and spoil it. The point is, the narrative never, ever holds Xander accountable for any of these things. He's always framed as being in the right, or if not, then the incident is just ignored entirely. He's even occasionally rewarded for his bad behaviour, like when Cordelia publicly took him back after the aforementioned bespelling of the entire town.

He never grows in any significant way. He's still essentially the same person in season 1 as in season 7. And I hate that.

Spike on the other hand goes through a ton of changes and very rarely gets away with anything bad. I want to say 'never', but I'm not 100% confident about that and may be misremembering. Point is, given how hard it is to remember if he does get away with anything, that says something about his narrative treatment. Hell, he's punished simply for being non-human by a literal torture device inserted into his brain.

He's a problematic character, to be sure. He does a lot of fucked up and morally questionable things; no one is denying that. The stalking is... yeesh. Crush is just an entire cringefest. The bot is gross. To say nothing of the 120ish years of mass murder behind him. But he's punished for all of these things. He was wrong and the narrative treats him as such, and this will continue as the show goes on. Again, I'm not going to spoil, but Spike does some really fucked up things and his character really goes through a lot punishment and changes as a result in the later seasons.

The reasons people love him are many and varied. He's a little pathetic. He's a romantic (even if it's a twisted, fucked up kind). He has sensuality and sex appeal. He's funny. He's a great character to watch because he's so different from the main cast that it's always interesting to see what he'll do.

That's all I can really say about him without talking about seasons 6 and 7. Of course, you may despise him, and that's your prerogative. There are a lot of people who hate Spike for completely valid reasons. But no one can claim that he's boring or doesn't grow and change.

ok I’m only on season 5 but can someone explain to me how Xander is the universally hated one for, from what I can tell, some bad choices and worse jokes, while Spike, the fandom’s babygirl and beloved heartthrob, literally stalks Buffy, holds her captive, and then commissions a robot version of her when it’s made clear he’ll never have her. like someone please explain it because the math is not mathing.

[sakurayumeno]

tysm! could i request luca, demi, victor, and andrew for butt smacking reactions? 🥰

Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt (part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

Genre: Crack fic

Warnings: Not really any fart

A/N: I've decided to merge these three together and do the characters I haven't wrote for in this.

Andrew

I'd say he farts but wouldja still clap that 🤨

Be honest most of ya'll would and I wouldn't be surprised

Ok whether he does or doesn't is up to you lmao

Andrew stutters during his response so much, he's so shaken up. Look at what you've done to him smh. 😒

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-" cue Mario waa

Just shuts up after a while and to be honest I would too. There's so much awkward tension afterward until you're just like "My bad."

His butt is most likely muscular or at least toned. In fact his entire body as well, but his butt especially.

I'm calling Bubble butt and you can't convince me otherwise. He's hiding a whole package under the jacket. 😤

Andrew is a hard no on butt smacking. Nothing and no one can convince him to do so. 1: too shy and out of his comfort zone. 2: ANDREW IS A MAN OF GOD AND WILL NOT SUBJECT HIMSELF TO SUCH SIN.

It's a good way to tease him, but oh God you saw how he was the first time, imagine you doing it around people. Won't even look at you after.

Luca

Bro he just... doesn't react...? You're so f ing confused and just question if you actually did it or not.

Once you do it harder is when he says something.

"Ow, what was that for?" He says while rubbing his butt. Publicly. The confidence he has is astonishing. Or he just has no shame, either or.

I’m sorry... but it has to be said... Luca’s pretty flat. 😔

All he does is sit besides running for his life in the games. He's literally all bone there.

I'm literally heartbroken, his butt has nothing going for it dude. 😭

He’s alright with it for the most part. He may seem indifferent about it at first, but he’ll surprise you post-match with a high-five that drops down to a butt smack.

Luca doesn't really put any force into it at all, he kinda just let's gravity do its thing. So yeah it all depends on how high his hand was before doing so. Best hope you ain't sensitive because hoo boy if he finds out he will do that everytime he smacks it. Nothing too hard of course, 'cause y'know, 'gentleman'. ✨

After that, he’ll only do it if he remembers. Too many things to busy himself with and having a bad memory doesn’t help at all. So if you want him to smack your butt, you have to do it to him first.

Victor

Poor, sweet innocent boy.

He don’t even know butt smacking is a thing tbh.

He would think it were Wick at first until he sees Wick right next to him. If Wick is there then who touched his butt? 🥶

Brain farts for a sec. If Eli didn’t know what was going on, Victor is on a whole new level because he can’t even begin to make sense of what’s even happening.

But like, out of all of the things to do, you chose to smack his butt. Why?? 

The most average butt out there. It's definitely not a bad thing, it could be worse you know. I guess you could say it's firm, but that's really it. I'm still thinkin about Luca's, hence why his butt could be worse. 💔

He’d do it,,, but he feels so dirty doing so. It's too intimate than what he's used to, but if you want he will do it. Anything for you. ❤

Believe me when I say that Victor is awkward with it. Dude really does not know what to do so he just softly pats your ass leaving you like 'wtf??'.

He is not trained in this area do not bully him.

Feel special my guy, those pats are designed for people he loves, now you too can be pet like Wick.

William

LITERALLY THE MOST CHILL LIKE?? 

“Oh hey s/o, somethin’ you need?”

Bro how can he be this laid back about it, that just shows how used to it he is. You are not the first person to have touched his butt. You should feel jealous at that.

MUSCULAR AF and has quite the curves too. It's a given since he's been playing rugby for such a long time, but dang. Also, hard ass. I'm not joking. It's so hard you'd get whiplash.

William has mastered this art ages ago. He is a pro, he knows when to do it, how to do it, and who to do it to. The best subjects; unsuspecting bystanders lmao, perfect jumpscare.

And by mastered it I mean mastered doing it painfullly hard. Hide your ass if you know what's good for you. Ayo but if you want it like that who am I to stop you, know what I mean? 😏

He is aware of how nice his butt is and isn’t afraid to show it. Good butt and for what? Just to flaunt around to be honest. God said it's our turn to have a nice butt, hand it over. 🧍

Okay excuse my hopeless romantic self, but I’d totally think William would do that hand in back pocket sort of thing. IT'S JUST SO CUTE TO ME HHHHHHH 😩

I promise you if you ever do this again, he will find some way to embarrass you. Like when you're about to take your hand away he will pull you back in and say some snarky shit like, "Now where do you think you're going?" and keep your hand there.