#No I'm not homphobic

[sofiisoftie]

Ships (Part 2)

Canonical Ships:- Canonical ships are ships comfirmed to be canon in the franchise. (Lumity, Zaika (Zira×Aika, From PPIDIWTBMG) and more.)

Canonical ships are VERY RARE situations. Because most of them aren't confirmed and it's really messed up. To be clear Knuckles and Rouge ship isn't canon. I found one post talking about that there was a SA2 booklet that said their status as friends. But as I said it's not canon.

Uzi×N

Murder drones is a show about robots who gained sentience when humans died. It was created by GLITCH productions and you should tottaly watch it. The Uzi×N ship is a ship which at first got considered fanon and later confirmed in episode 8. It wasn't freaky at first but when it was confirmed...freaky things have been happening with the ship. 💀💀 (Again I'm not judging)

Lumity

Owl house is an official ship on the Owl house. But what confused me, how didn't Disney freak out of seeing lesbians. You know how homophobic they are...Oh never mind they stopped streaming it on Disney channel. Anyways...It was the most adored ship with Luz and Amity from the series. And later in season 3 Luz's Mom litterally supported them being lesbians. Dana's writing never sucks and I' waiting to see her new indie animation project :)

Video games?

Well.....that's quite a shocker considering that LOTS of games ships aren't canon and aren't confirmed atleast...we can count-

Issabelle×Doom

If you know, you know. They were shipped because Animal Crossing New Horizons released the same date as Doom. And later there was a fan song released for the ship. Funny you ask...it's canon? Did it was aprroved?

Well,

YES IT WAS.

It was then added in final smash update, but the news were shown like....9 months ago 😳

And that's all I wanted talk about ships. I am glad you enjoyed my stupid rambling. Byee

[bluecheeseinmyoffwhites]

You know what I hate? How queer ships have to provide extra proof to justify their relationship. There could be straight pairings twice as bland and underdeveloped but no one will bat an eye. But let it be two girls or two guys it's "'appeasing fans" or "it's not enough for me to believe they're a couple". Then you have assholes on Youtube or here on Tumblr giving their 2 cents on why this ship is bad.

[kanene-yaaay]

Oh, To Die By Your Hands

Kanene's notes: IT SEEMS SO SERIOUS WITH THAT TITLE KJUHYTFRGHUJK Nah, just your normal tickle fic with not so much normal characters. Fit and Pac have been living rent free in my mind since before Purgatory and after their date??? I am dead on the floor. Get a man who will declare his feelings for you in your native language for real for real.

Warnings: Lots of nibbles, tickly kisses and raspberries in this one. Switch!Fit and Switch!Pac. Around 6.500 words. Also! I tried to add the way that Pac calls Fit because of his accent written on the fic because I think it's lovely and cute. Hope it isn't too much confunsing or strange :D

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“Thank you for coming, Pac. Ramón really likes when you sing him that lullaby.” His voice was rough but soft, just like his entire form and self when it came to his son, his beautiful baby boy. 

Pac smiled, also following his example and lowering his voice, closing the secured door of the kid’s room carefully before they both headed to the other room where they held their first date, a prep on his step. “It’s no problem, Fitch! Actually, I don’t know why he likes that one so much, it literally talks about how a Cuca, which is like… a kind of monster? I don’t know how to explain. But how she will grab, or better, uh, snatch the kid away because the parents are out working.”

A loud peal of laughter was pried from the mercenary’s lips, staring at the other with unbelief in his eyes. “Wait, wait, that is the actual meaning of the song?”

“Yeah, yeah! I don’t know why they made it so scary. I wouldn’t be able to sleep if someone sang it to me before putting me to bed.”

“Damn, brazilian lullabies are just at a hardcore level.”

“Teaches you to sleep with one eye open, right?”

“That is right, that is right.”

They shared smiles. Arriving at the place, the air was still light, but it wasn’t difficult to see the question itching Pac’s throat, wanting to jump out of his body. It was in the way that he walked closely by Fit side and how he kept sneaking glances at him, quickly deviating them to look around the room before going back to stare, keeping the cycle for a while. Each time his steps got closer and closer until their hands intertwined in a hold.

It made sense he would be like that, of course. Fit would be just the same if his boyfriend woke him up in the middle of the night asking him to come to his place to help to calm down his kid after a nightmare because he wasn’t able to. 

Still, he was glad that no questions were asked, not when Pac arrived - barely half a minute later after he sent his message, sleep and anxiety clinging like a shadow to his form - and not now, as the storm seemed to have passed.

Shame, however, kept flowing hot in his veins. He and Ramón had been alone since… always, really. They both had dealt with each other’s nightmares and night terrors more times than they could count. This one wasn’t supposed to be different. Shouldn’t be different. He should be there the moment his boy opened the door of his room with tears streaming down his face, sobs stubbornly escaping from his firmly pressed lips and hands open for a comforting hug that Fit should be able to give, a rare show of a child that his baby boy was, but refused to demonstrate most of time.

And yet…

Fit himself hadn’t been much better. Hadn’t been better for a long time, now. Because everytime he closed his eyes the threat from Madagio filled his mind and nightmares kept permeating his every night for the past two weeks, crowding his mind with horrifying scenarios that shouldn’t, but shook his core. 

Usually, he would just wake up, push all of it - the feelings, the fears, the screams begging for their life - deep down his chest and hope that it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass.

Nevertheless to say, as all the things in life, it definitely did. 

Because that night, when Ramón looked at his face - and god knows what he saw there - he stopped right in his tracks and carefully signed his name. He had been crying, he had been crying and scared and tired and all Fit could think - because words simply didn’t come out, no matter how much he tried to spill, spit them to comfort his kid - is that he could kill him. So quickly. Easily, even, with a twist of his wrist, a swipe of his trident, a pull from his bomb stacks, he could kill him and suddenly he was frozen on the spot, unable to even get closer to his son. 

If Madagio had any power like the Federation, it could control him and destroy his most precious riches in a matter of seconds. It wouldn’t need to come to the island. It wouldn’t even need to pull Fit from it to make his life a living hell.

“There is something that we need to talk, Pac. Please take a seat.”

So, he called Pac. He deserved to know exactly what he was getting into (how many times would they have this kind of conversation?) and Ramón deserved a father who would actually get his shit together and get over it.

Pac gulped and looked at him slightly startled, knowing very well what the serious tune could mean, probably with a thousand of scenarios already running at light speed in his mind. “O-of course, Fitch.”

He then softly squeezed his hand - because there was no universe where Pac wouldn’t be perfect and strong and there but sometimes Fit seemed to forget that so he had to remind him - and let it go, sitting on the blue couch Fit recently added on the room and expectantly waiting for the other to do the same.

Which he promptly did - of course, because there wasn’t any universe where he would go and Fit wouldn’t immediately follow him. 

“Wine? What about wine? Do you want some wine?” The brazilian offered, pulling glasses from his well trusted backpack and a bottle from the refrigerator nearby. 

“Already wanting to take me to bed, Pac? Wow.” 

“No! Stop it.” Pac lightly shoved his arm, both chuckling for a bit before Fit sobered, taking a deep breath and a sip of the liquid. It was good stuff, probably from Aypierre’s vines. “Thought we were here to have a serious conversation, no?”

“We are.” 

Fit stopped, pondered how he would put it in words. It didn’t matter, there was no easy way to put it.

“Pac, would you kill me if it was necessary?”

The scientist sputtered, almost choking on the wine before turning in alarm to stare at the other, his gaze zig zagging across his body as if it would transform at any moment into an enemy, a monster in disguise pretending to be his boyfriend right in front of him. 

He didn’t doubt Pac’s abilities, even if Pac himself hardly believed in them. He was an extremely good fighter, going through monsters and battles with a calm demeanor and precise, strong attacks that ended the conflict as soon as possible. Fit was very skilled, himself. But he was sure that if Pac used one of his brilliant plans and his scythe, it would take a lot, but he would eventually come down.

But, for that, he needed to know if Pac would go through with the plan.

“Why, why that, Fitch? Did something happen? Are you feeling weird? Is it…” He got closer. Fit’s heart beated louder. If it was him… if it was him it wouldn’t be so bad. “Is it the Federation, again?”

“No. It’s… the other.”

Understanding downed in his expression. “Oh. Did he contact you again?”

Fit shook his head. “No. But it did say that it would hurt you if I tried to betray our contract and I am not planning to but, Pac, I need to know if you’ll do it. If I become a threat.”

Pac bit his lower lip, thoughtfully. Fit’s muscles relaxed, glad to know he was taking this as a serious worry, not just some unfounded fear.

“We will save you. Just like we did before, just like you did to me, Fitch. I, I will be there for you too, when you need and for as long as you need, if you’re gone we will bring you back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I don’t, but, if I have to kill you, Fit… how will I tell this to Ramón? Or Sunny? WHo is going to be her bodyguard? And what about the morning crew? Are we supposed to just… stay?”

“You are all very strong and I am sure that-”

“No.” His voice was determined, sad. His hands gestured widely. “No, no, no. I am not leaving you behind, Fit. What about when I’m in danger, who will rescue me? Who will share the island’s fofoca with me? Or give me a refrigerator full of food on the first date? Or kill the eye workers when they attack or tease Tubbo when he goes on a date with Fred, or help us to take care of Sunny, or, or, or…” Fit held the other’s hands, squeezing it tight when he started to talk too fast, snapping Pac out of his thoughts, making him take a big breath. “No. You can’t go away, Fitche. Never. I won’t let them take you too.”

Oh.

Oh.

Yeah, that… that made sense. 

This was Pac, who the first thought when seeing his friend being drugged and controlled by the Federation was going under the same treatment so he could find a cure for it. The one who forgave Cellbit in a heartbeat when he told him he had changed. Who refused to kill him - even before the date, when Fit couldn’t even put in words his feelings for the other - during Purgatory. Who threw himself into mines and danger easily without thinking twice and would do all of it again an again if it meant keeping someone he cared about safe, even when the Federation kept taking his family one day after the other. He would do it in a heartbeat.

It made sense he didn’t want to lose another one. He was smart, strong, kind… Fit would trust him with his life into his hands in a blink of an eye.

But…

“If I hurt Ramón, Pac. If ever get close to hurt any of the eggs…”

“I will lock you, Fit. And I, we! We will find a cure again. None of them will die and you don’t need to die either.”

“Do you promise?”

Pac nodded, composure and eyes kept firm in their place, holding him down and reminding him he was no longer on this alone. “I promise, Fit. And if your boss cat comes here to hurt them… Then we will kick his butt, right?”

Fit snorted, if it was anyone else, he would doubt, throw their words away as a senseless attempt to comfort him, without true meaning. His boss was god, some kind of entity with power enough to pull him out of a world of literal destruction and throw him into a dimension where all of it never existed. However, this was Pac. Both he and Mike have proven over and over again that there was no place, no rule, no limit that they weren't able to overcome and laugh at their face when the managed to overcome it.

Maybe… If it was him.

He could believe it. Besides, Pac did promise that he wouldn’t let him hurt the children. They were always the priority, afterall

“Yes, we will. Thank you, Pac.” He took a deep breath. Since he already started, he could as well… 

Talk. About stuff.

“Sometimes I… worry about, uh, what I can do.”

(Kill. Maim. Destroy. Break it down piece by piece until there is nothing left. Watch in the shadows and continue his way quietly through all the screams.)

Pac understood what he meant. “Oh. It’s fair. I think, it must be hard, when you think about it…” He then squeezed his hand before letting them go, starting to count on his own fingers. “But, I don’t think you should worry about it, Fitch. You can do a lot of awesome things, too! You’re a really good cooker, you can make very cool bombs and explosions, you’re good at hide and seek, at saving me when I am down. You are also very good at hiking and training, which makes sense, right? With how muscular and great you are, also-”

“Pac,” Fit voice’s took a firm tune, pulling Pac from his rambling and immediately catching his attention, wide black eyes turning at him attentively. “Pac, I was made for killing. All of this is just…”

(It doesn’t matter.)

“Nah.”

Fit blinked once, twice, quite astonished at how nonchalant the scientist sounded. Stared at those beautiful, soft eyes that watched him with a playful light that somehow nothing on the Island had been able to destroy. Strong. “Sorry?”

“I don’t think you were made for killing, Fit. No one is only able to do one thing and everyone can change. Besides… it gave you a lot of skill, right? Surviving there. That is why you’re one of the best fighters on the island, Fit! The codes, the eye workers… even Cucorucho is no match for you. You’re so strong, fierce, cool, fit and,” Pac’s determined tune tripped a little bit as his words got faster and a tad more distracted, his eyes deviating from his stare, looking at his face, arms, torso… Fit would be lying if he said he didn’t like how it hovered for a little while on his chest and muscles, “and you’re good looking too! Awesome, ruthless, muscular, handsome...”

“Ahalright!” Fit cut him before his face melted from how hot it felt, the tip of his ears feeling like they were on fire. His voice seemingly broke Pac out of his mind and made him immediately attempt to hide his face on his hoodie, trying to jump away to hide and being stopped by the gentle hand still holding his, keeping him close. That didn’t prevent more embarrassed snickers from also filling the air. “Sorry, sorry, I got distracted.”

“Take it easy, big boy, take it easy.”

Fit only laughed harder when the teasy nickname made the other shout in protest, a light hit landing on his shoulder. It successfully distracted him enough so his head peaked again from the deepness of his blue hoodie, so Fit counted it as a win. Especially when a playful gleam took over Pac’s glare.

“Actually, Fitch, I think you were made for something.”

“Oh, you think so?”

Pac got closer, smiling, nodding in such an innocent way that could only mean trouble. 

“Yeah, for kisses.” He laid his head on his shoulder and Fit could feel goosebumps travel his entire body from the skin contact. His voice became lower, slower, certain. “Can I kiss you, Fit?”

Fit definitely didn’t bluescreen, half words and meaningless sounds leaving his mouth in a string of incoherency that lasted a couple of minutes before he finally managed to get himself together enough to shove an actual sentence, with a too high pitched tune, through his throat. “I-I mean, of course you can, Pac! If, ah, if you want to.”

Pac’s answer was a single kiss placed in his collarbone before the brazilian focused his administrations on his neck. Soft, warm lips leaving a trail of tingles and electricity whatever they touched. Fit could feel the care in each one and it felt… nice. 

Cozy. 

Warm. 

Tickly.

Ok, actually, it was very, very tickly.

Fit closed his eyes and turned his face around, trying to hide the beginning of a smile that grew bigger with every light - so, so, so light - peck grazing his skin. Not wanting to actually ruin the sweet moment between them, especially after Pac got the courage to ask for what the mercenary had been wanting to do for a while.

(Cuddle and kiss his boyfriend. Oh god, when did he become such a softie?)

The problem with his hiding tactic is that it only left more spots in the open for Pac to attack and bash in attention, not leaving a single patch of skin alone without a caring goodbye kiss, unknowingly breaking piece by piece Fit’s barriers.

He twitched when his boyfriend got too close to the line of his jaw, the warmth racing up to the tip of his ears in a way he hoped that Pac didn’t realized. The one with blue hoodie and attentive eyes stopped in a hitched breath. Waited.

Fit got his racing heart and tickly tingles under control. He was not going to lose to a few accidental tickles. He was not.

He squeezed Pac’s and drew circles on the back of his hands, turning at him with a teasy smirk and crooked eyebrows.

“Oh, is it my turn now?”

Pac giggled and shook his head. “Wait, wait, I still got…”

Without finishing his sentence he dived and placed a light kiss right under his chin, successfully catching the other out of guard and making one of various locked snickers wheezily flee from his lips, quickly being followed by others when Fit tried to cover his smile, turning around once again.

“Oh, god, I am doing this wrong, aren’t I?” Pac pushed himself away and grumbled, starting to search in his pockets for his warpstone, increasing the other’s snickery fit. “Ok, ok, that is it.Thank you so much for calling, I had an incredible time so now I am going to throw myself off the Cristo Redentor and then go to bed, good night, Fit. Tell Ramón I loved him and tell Richas to take a shower, bye.”

“No, no, Pac. Calma, calma.” Fit held one of his wrists, pulling Pac back to his place on the sofa, chasing his black eyes when they kept running away from his while the scientist kept shaking his head from side to other in a dramatic despair. Fit ended up resting his other hand on his cheek, guiding his look back. “I would never laugh at my brazilian boyfriend.” He tried to not grin smugly when that melted the other’s pout in a shy smile “The kisses just tickled me, that is all.”

That immediately brought Pac’s attention. “Wait, Fit… you’re ticklish?”

“It seems like I am, but I am not sure. Not a lot of chances for bonding and laughing when fighting for your life in 2b2t.”

“Oh, I see.” Silence, Pac’s wrist wiggled out of his hold and suddenly there were warm hands flying to his neck, fingertips dancing on it, blunt nails and wiggly fingers tickling the sensitive spot softly. “So, you’re ticklish.”

Fit huffed a laugh at the strange feeling, instinctively scrunching up his neck all while he tried to not pry Pac’s hands away. Same hands that now spidered their way up to his ears, tracing them and giving each one a few scratches, Pac watching in awe as their tips became more and more colored with each passing second.

“Oh my god, Fit, your ears are so red! Are you blushing? That is really, reeeally cute, you know?”

 Fit’s shoulders began to shake slightly with the effort to keep all the giggles and laughter trapped inside, the task growing more and more difficult as Pac kept his exploring. Fingers tapping their way down to the mercenary’s ribcage, making his torso twitch from one side to another as they started skittering up and down, tracing senseless drawings and forms on the spot. Another fleeing snigger escaped from his firmly pressed lips. There was no way such light, barely even touching touch could tickle that much.

“You can laugh it out, Fit. I bet it will feel much better! Besides,” the gleam in his eyes got sharper and Pac didn’t really lower his voice, but something in his tune changed, a turning point that made a shiver run down Fit’s spine. It didn’t feel like something truly dangerous but alerts began flashing in his mind when the touch became just a tad firmer. 

Fit had to push down the squirms that threatened to push the other away. “You can’t just keep all that laughter only for yourself, now, that wouldn’t be fair. No, no, not fair at all. Keeping all those giggles and snickers hidden from me. Trapped inside. They deserve to be free, you know? So everyone can see how cute they are.”

“Pac…”

But then Pac started digging and his barrier broke. Loud laughter immediately followed the hands vibrating in between his ribs, scribbling, looking for any special spot that would make Fit go insane. Not that he was very far from this, now, head being thrown backwards with how strong his crackles were, because nothing in the world could ever prepare him for the feeling that was being tickled, to have each nerve screaming but not in pain, to have each touch bring a new kind of electricity that traveled his torso and filled his heart with a warmth that made him want to jump out of the sofa and at the same time bring Pac closer.

A curious prodding in a spot in his highest ribs that was almost on his back and Fit slammed his body on the cushion, a snort being pried from his lips and quickly being followed by another and another when the fingers kept drilling and kneading on the spot non stop.

Then he heard it, low as a whisper. “Beautiful….” It came in an awed voice, and in between half lidded eyes Fit saw the one with black hair shake his head, as if getting himself together before slowing down the tickling, thumbs rubbing the remnant tickles as he stared at him. “Sorry, Fitch, I, caham, I got, uh, distracted. Are you okay?” He nodded, chuckles taking over his words and disappearing with any hope of saying something without descending in more of a waterfall of giggles. Still, he tried, the proud smile in Pac’s face erasing his embarrassment in how silly he sounded giddy like this. 

“I’m fine, just surprised that I am dating a tickle monster.”

The brazilian laughed, shaking his head and hiding his face on Fit’s shoulder. “Não, não, não (No, no, no). Mike is actually the tickle monster in our team. I just learned a lot from playing fights with him.” Pac trembled in an exaggerated shudder. “He is merciless.”

“Really?”

“Uh hum.” Pac hummed, thoughtful, before doing a little ‘pop’ sound, hands washing down to his sides, tapping senselessly there. “He had this kind of attack where he would be talking to you and suddenly he would start to tickle you and like, it would be really, really light so you didn’t actually, you know, like, died laughing? But at the same time it would be crazily ticklish! Following you around no matter how much you squirmed or snickered.”

“P-pac, come on…”

The other just hummed, still talking and hands still spidering in their resting position, taking turns in between drawing circles on his sides, feeling how his torso would shake with a new round of chuckles blossoming anew, and scratching the little dive of his hips to make them grow faster.

“Then he would try to keep a conversation going and complain like ‘are you even paying attention to what I’m saying, what’s going on?’ as if he didn’t know what was happening, can you believe?! And you couldn’t just… walk away or keep silly giggling non stop and not answer him, because you’re still in a conversation and that would be rude, right? So you’re just there, laughing and wiggling and it always drives me crazy!”

Fit nodded, knowing the feeling very well, in his opinion. His brain trying to pay attention to his words but getting totally distracted by his own attempts to not wiggle around so much because everytime his body trashed to one side, Pac would just dig his fingers on his sides and drum, which made him jump in the other direction only to receive the same treatment, creating a maddening cycle almost impossible to escape from. 

Once again, laughing began flooding the room, high pitches and wheezy giggles chasing around one or two squeals when a tentative squeeze grazed the spot before quickly jumping away, the unexpected playful attacks blending with the soft scribbles and somehow making him not being able to predict nor prepare for one or the other.

“And then, out of nowhere he would get bored and that is where it lies the danger, Fitch.” Pac’s voice took a turn to a lower tune, torn between a warning and a threat. His tickling came to a halt, fingertips just laying on his waist with occasional twitches. What was more strange, though, was how, even so, the janitor couldn’t stop the titters taking over his mind and body. He wondered if that was how he would finally die, undone and destroyed by his very lovely boyfriend. Pac snickered in mischief and amusement, breaking his mask for a couple of seconds before cleaning his throat and coming back to his persona, interlocutor voice back again.

“Because, when he stops it means that he is getting bored. You know that he is getting bored and he knows that you know that he is getting bored and that it is just a matter of time before he decided that is enough and something happens” he highlighted the word by spidering quickly across his ribs. His voice sounded like it was closer. “So you just stay there, quiet, waiting for the moment he will strike.”

Fit held his breath, eyes closed. His smile was so big that it traveled from one ear to the other. No more laughter was falling from his mouth, but his shoulders still bounced with the phantom tickles that freely pricked his skin and seemed to follow his every squirm. Pac’s hands felt warm - dangerous - where they touched and he was pretty sure that his entire face would melt at some point of this game.

He waited.

Waited. Nothing.

A kiss was pressed on his forehead.

He opened an eye, muscles immediately untensing and relaxing with the scene, even if adrenaline still ran without control in his veins, of Pac happily smiling, just a few centimeters from his face.

“Oi, Fitch.”

“Roi, Pa-ACK!”

Loud, uncontrollable and unstoppable laughter filled the room, Fit still tried to finish his sentence before giving up and succumbing to the snorts and wheezing that took over his laughter. Squeezes, drumming and prodding attacked his sides, kneading on the ticklish spot before scratching their way up to his ribs, burying themselves there and then keeping their way up to his armpits - poking and scribbling and making him lock his arms on his torso - until it got to his ears, changing the loud peals of booming laughter to a hysterical string of snickers only to make he go back to crackling when he attacked his sides again and again, alternating between each and every tickle spot so he couldn’t picture where he was going to tickle next. 

Fit could even swear that at some point he felt a squeeze in his knees that fished a chortle from his lips and an uncontrollable kick from his legs.

It lasted only a couple of minutes. All the electricity and tickly buzzing teased and made him laugh like nothing else mattered, loud and free even when, between his own amused giggling, Pac ceased his mean attack and watched with a giant grin as the other tried to regain his breath, a light blush dusting his face.

“You were saying, Fitch?”

Nonsense. That was exactly what Fit was about to say. Because his brain kind of became a mush after all that attack and the airy giggles that kept flowing from his throat didn’t exactly help him to gather his thoughts nor fade the hotness running still on his face.

“I, er, huh…” and there it was, the sentence got lost to jumpy snickers again. Fit brought a hand to hide them and try to gain at least save a bit of face, but a quick poke on his defenseless armpit made it go immediately down again. He glared without any real heat at his boyfriend, who lifted his arms in rendition.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m done for real, now.”

The silence was extended for a few pieces of time, stretching across them like a cat after a nap. 

Fit was the one who broke it.

“That is Mike’s…” He coughed, cleaning his throat “special tickle attack, then? I can see why you call him merciless.”

“Nah, actually that is my own technique. Mike prefers to catch a person out of guard and tickle while taunting them until they promise to make something for him.”

The surprised, amused huff of laughter that came out from the mercenary’s mouth didn’t have anything to do with wiggly fingers this time and Pac joined him. 

“You’re such a sneaky guy, Pac, you’re such a sneaky guy.”

“Thank you. Gotta learn from the best right? Maybe someday me and Ramón will team up and win the hide and seek against you.” 

“Hmm, you probably would. But maybe I can convince Richarlyson to help me?”

“It would be good. Richas is the best in hide and seek. He would really like to. Hey! We should set up a playdate with them in our Hide and Seek arena. We can even call Tubbo and Sunny, maybe even Philza with Chayanne and Tallulah, if they are awake. The more the merrier, right?”

Fit was sure that if he was shapeshifter like Tubbo, without even wanting to, his eyes would be heart shaped. It never ceases to amaze him how Pac could accept and love everyone - him - like they were and would always be a family to him. 

“But, so?” The brazilian wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk opening in his face. “How is it the experience of being tickled for the first time?”

Maddening. Tortuous. Able to make someone go crazy, he was sure. Surprisingly tiring and unexpectedly effective. Strange. Itchy. A lot. Hard to explain.

But also, it was extremely caring. Warm. Soft. Funny. Bonding. Weird. Extremely silly. He couldn’t stop his smile and thoughts about the gleam and shine in Pac’s eyes when he discovered a new spot or how - strangely enough - light and giddy he was feeling right now.

Besides, he never was self conscious about his laughter or anything but listening to Pac calling him… beautiful, in such an amazed voice… Well, his ego really couldn’t complain.

“It was fun.” He decided to go with that, a playful grin in his face, his hands holding Pac’s and intertwining their fingers. 

“Oh, I’m happy in hear that! Actually, I-”

“But…” Fit cut him, purposely deepening his voice in a tune that never failed to catch the other of guard, sending a cold shiver through his muscles. “I can think of something even more fun.”

“Y-yeah?” Pac’s blush deepened when he looked at the dangerous, sharp, determined shine in Fit’s eyes, his entire mind getting overcomed with a choir of excited screams, burning face at realizing how their intertwined hands was both a soft gesture and a restrain. 

Damn, he was really, really gay.

“Uh hm,” his tune now was almost like a purr of a predator watching his prey wobbly smile back and hold his hands tighter together, knowing very well his fate and still not even trying to escape from it. “It’s something that back on 2b2t we liked to call… revenge.”

With a swift move he pulled their hands and lead Pac to lose his equilibrium, falling backwards on his lap, one hand keeping his arms up and the other lifting his hoodie just the slightest bit, the actual perfect amount for him to immediately shove his face on his stomach and start blowing raspberry after raspberry, quick and ruthless.

“FITCHE!” The sound that came out of his mouth could barely be called a word, the high pitched shout being quickly taken over by a hysterical crackling that made his entire body shake with each laughter. 

His boyfriend just chuckled, lifting his head just enough that his next words would be audible to the other, each one buzzing on the ticklish skin and making tiny, tickly electric shocks dance freely across it. “Oh my, Pac, what a delicious belly you got right here. One of the richest, rarest delicacies I’ve ever seen.” 

“NONONO, FITCH!” He kicked and trashed, trying to roll away from his predicament but being firmly held in place by the other, which was kind of nice, since he wasn’t sure how to explain to Fit that he definitely wasn’t going to run away if he had the chance. 

Still, that didn’t stop the fast, airy and high giggles of painting every syllable of his pleas that began flowing like a stream from his lungs, becoming more and more intelligible with each protest. “Please, please, Fitch anything but that! I will do anything you want! Do you wanna know all Mike’s most ticklish spots? Eu posso te dizer! (I can tell you!) he has this place right under his knees that if you poke he starts making ‘wee’ sounds e é muito engraçado (it’s very funny) Fitche por favor, espera, espera, wait!”

“Sorry, Pac, nothing I can do. I just have to try a little. Raspberries are so delicious and I just… I just gotta, ya know? I just gotta try a little, the tiniest little bit.” He lowered his head once again, carefully and softly nibbling on the ticklish skin and doing a bunch of ‘oh nom nom nom’ sounds as he did so, smugly relishing in how louder Pac’s laughter sounded at this, random portuguese and english being mixed in a series of incoherent talking that he couldn't even hope to understand, even with the translator. 

The raspberries and nibbles began taking turns, dancing all across his stomach and sometimes even escaping to attack one lower rib or two in a way that usually drove Ramón crazy. It was kind of funny and endless endearing to realize that both of his boys were extremely weak for the same kind of tickle attack.

All the while Pac was simply dying. There was no other way to describe it. He was utterly and completely dying, losing every tread of.. everything that wasn’t thinking about how much it tickled and laughing both because Fit (Fit!!!!! His boyfriend Fit!!!!) was teasing and tickling him and also because as it seems he was the goofiest dork that ever existed in this world while doing that and somehow that made all the butterflies flying crazy on his belly and tickly electricity following his nerves one hundred times worse and ticklish and it was amazing.

Fit enjoyed a couple more minutes of the silly attack, fondly realizing how much more hysterical and loud the crackles got everytime he added more “hmmm” and “nom nom nom” sounds.

“There we go, big boy.” He lifted his head and got a glimpse of a gigantic, dazzling smile and a red face before Pac immediately hid it behind his hands, wheezes and snickers filling the room.

“Shuhuhut up!”

Fit grinned, but let go of the teasing and took pity on his brazilian boyfriend. He could quite understand why Pac seemed so happy in destroying him minutes ago. There was just a something that made his heart beat faster just in realizing that he was the reason why Pac was so happy and giggly.

Also, the way that the brazilian’s accent got stronger, especially while saying his name in between unstoppable, uncontrollable giggling… Fit thinks he could live with that, yeah.

“Oh my god, Fitche… and you call me merciless.”

The ex-mercenary chuckled. His eyes hovered over Pac’s face, making sure that he was still breathing and alive (he hadn’t taken too far, did he?) when suddenly his look got attracted to his neck, the memory of what started all of this popping like a flashing lamp in his mind.

“Pac…” It was the low voice again, lighter, but still there. Pac’s entire body froze still for a second and alarmed eyes turned to stare Fit, who seemed strangely fixated on his hoodie. “Is your neck ticklish?”

Oh.

Oh.

Pac 100% blamed the gay screaming in his head for his next words.

“YES!” The shout was as excited as it was loud, making both of them wince at it, Fit looking at the one with black hair with a faintly surprised, crooked eyebrows. “I mean, er, assim, uh, no!!! It’s actually not! NOt even a little bit! What even is ticklish, you know? I don’t even speak english, senhor Fitch eme ce, na verdade, essa é a minha primeira vez aqui na ilha, quem é você e… Não!” (sir Fit eme cee, actually, this is my first time here in the island, who are you and… No!)

The babbling was promptly cut when, once again, Fit chuckled in mischief and shoved his head on Pac’s neck. 

Butterfly kisses followed the line of his jaw, attacked that spot under his chin, tickled the place where the collarbone and the neck met, each patch of sensitive skin getting a kiss and a raspberry as a gift, making a series of snorts and high dazed giggles quickly follow the initial surprised shriek and jump around the entire room, Pac’s arms coming to rest on the other’s chest, partially pushing him away and partially holding him, legs kicking behind them with how much adrenaline and giddiness jumped across his muscles and filled his heart.

Pac hid his face on the crook of Fit’s neck, attempting to at least survive a few more seconds from dying of embarrassment, each snort and hysterical high pitched snicker sealing even more his fate and putting another nail in his coffin.

A few curious squeezes on his sides and a final, long raspberry and then Fit finally let him go, watching as the other got his breath again, forgetting for once to hide his blush and brilliant smile into his hoodie, looking completely lost in his own laughing fit. Adorable. 

Sometimes Fit wondered how could he be so lucky.

A loud click and a flashing light brought both of them out of their thoughts. Pac almost falling from the sofa when he turned around and saw Ramón quickly hid a camera behind his back while passing three copies of the pictures to Richas, who stopped making gagging noises to hide them on his protected backpack before the adults could take it.

“Richarlyson, Me dá essas fotos!” (Give me those pictures!) 

“Ramón, what are you doing awake? You should be sleeping. It’s late.”

Ramón had the sense to look at least a tad admonished, but the expression quickly disappeared when Richas began jumping on the same spot, wiggling from one side to another like he always did when he wanted to cause more mischief. The kids exchanged a look.

“Nenê (Baby), no. Don’t follow Richas’ example, he is a little demon.” 

The sandal that went flying across the room and hit the brazilian in the face - which actually led to him falling from the cushions - only further proved this fact. Still, Richas let out plenty of offended noises while getting his sandal back, showing off his tongue when Ramón shoved him and shook his head in disapproval. 

Fit tried his best to not laugh and sound serious. “Richas, do not hit your dad.”

“Don’t worry, Fitch.” Pac tapped his arm, getting up from the floor, tsking. “There is no other way, I guess. I’ll have to kill him. Yeah, it was fun to have a son for a while.”

The mercenary laughed, knowing very well how much of a weak heart Pac had for his little troublemaker. “Calma, calma, Pac. I think I have the solution. Since the kids are feeling so… energetic, we should probably tire them out before putting them back in bed, right?” 

He also got up and gave Pac a Look, pretending to not see Ramón pulling Richas’ sleeve and exchanging warning words to him, knowing very well what that playful, dangerous shine in his dad’s eyes meant.

Pac grinned, mirroring his own devilish expression. “I think you’re right, Fit.”

Richas once again wiggled around in energy, his dragon tail tapping on the floor while Ramón threw a flower at Pac (smart boy, Fit thought, winning the melting heart from the dad that would have more mercy, very smart) and jumped on the same place, smiling and nodding in excitement.

He then pulled Richas away, starting the chase. Pac immediately following behind with joyfuls “I’m gonna catch you!”.

Fit chuckled.

Maybe Pac was right. 

Maybe life - he - was more than just die and kill. 

Well… he rolled his shoulders and followed his family in their game, laughing excitedly. He would have to enjoy it while it lasted, then.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I'm sorry if this is overstepping a boundary but I want to get someone who's more experienced with kink opinion on this. I'm 19 and AFAB (trans man if it matters) and I've seen people talking about how kinks aren't something 'innate' and that it comes from consuming too much porn. I've seen people talking about how AFAB people are having kinks forced on them by men and in general shaming kink any and all kinks.

I've known to an extent I've been into more kinky things since I was young and now I feel like I'm a bad person for being into kink. I'm still a virgin and I've never had sexual encounters with other people but after seeing so much of people talking about how kink isn't 'innate' and it's just pornsick men forcing it onto AFAB people I feel really bad for wanting to try kink when I'm ready. I have consumed some porn before and now I feel like the only reason I'm into this is because I viewed those things.

I feel really bad for being into kink because of what these people have been saying about it. I'm not sure if this even makes any sense or if you'll understand where I'm coming from but I just want advice on if kink is something 'innate' or if it's just something 'pornsick' people enjoy. Sorry this is so long but thank you for reading this anyway.

-🪻

You aren't overstepping at all. This is very much what I deal with, super in my wheelhouse.

So, the people who are having kink forced upon then by others? Terrible. Awful. I hate that happens to anyone. It shouldn't happen to anyone.

But I hate the idea of kink shaming. Kinks are not for everyone, I understand that. But if you practice them safely, sanely, consenually with your partners then that shouldn't be anyone else's concern.

I don't think kinks come solely from being "pornsick" (wow I hate that term) could it fit some? Sure. But human sexuality is vast and complex, many kinks existed and we have evidence of such before porn on tape was ever a thing.

Humans love to fuck, humans love pleasure, humans will seek ways to improve their sexual experience and have since forever, pretending that isn't the case seems sex negative, ignorant, ignoress history and reads as foolish to me.

Discuss with your partners when you get them, engage with kink how you like, have fun and be unapologetic about it too! Don't let some lame ass kinkshamer rain on your parade when you've done nothing wrong. You aren't wrong, dirty or broken Anon.

[timcurry-imgoinghomedotmp4]

afab dysphoria hack: when it’s laundry day and your only clean pair of underwear is lacy lingerie-adjacent stuff, just decide that you’re crossdressing today. problem solved.

[sparrownnax]

don't suppose anyone has the version of but i'm a cheerleader that was on youtube? that's my fave and they've taken it down :(

[samsm2mstories]

Halloween story /new series: The beginnings of Fredrick

Previous introductions of each character: Fredrick: Fredrick's Introduction, click here! Duncan: Duncan's introduction, click here! Oscar: Oscar's introduction, click here! Alex: Alex's introduction, click here!

Start of story: 5pm: Fredrick was starting his shift at the petrol station; out of all the nights, he hoped not to see anyone. Every year, this day reminds him of his legacy and the legacy that his father left him behind. He cleared up some of the shelves and rotated products until a loud BMW pulled out outside. He went back behind the till to see if the car driver needed to use the petrol pump. He could see some young lads in the car laughing away as they all got out. 5.05pm:

Duncan stepped outside his BMW, laughing at Oscar, who said something about his attitude towards people. You can see there's tension in the air as Oscar tells him to fuck off and walks towards the till. You could see that Oscar was actually quite pissed and upset at the same time as he and Alex walked into the petrol station with a happy Fredrick smiling at them. Fredrick: Evening, lads. It was a wonderful evening up here in the Moors. Do you guys need petrol? Alex: Yeah, mate, make sure our idiotic friend outside doesn't put any more than £30 into the tank, as he will take the piss.

Fredrick: No problem, sir. Are you guys up here for the nearby camping site? *Fredrick eyeing up both lads*

Alex: Erm, yeah, we are finally on our camping trip, which we have been planning for months. Oscar walks towards Alex, who's talking to Fredrick; you can see some attraction between them. *Alex walks towards the car, leaving the cash with Oscar at the till. Oscar: Can you please add these to the petrol bill? *looking shy

Fredrick: No problem, sir *biting his lip, which Oscar notices. That's £46.99 altogether?

Oscar: No problem, here's the cash! *smirking and blushing. Fredrick: Thank you, sir. Can I ask for your number? Oscar blushes deeply and nods as Fredrick hands his phone over and locks eyes. Duncan suddenly walks in and overhears Fredrick asking if Oscar has ever been with a guy... Duncan: WHAT IS THIS I'M HEARING A FUCKING FAGGOT CHATTING UP MY BEST MATE!! Oscar and Fredrick look at Duncan as he points at Fredrick and demands that he repeat what he just heard. Fredrick repeated what he said while he put his phone away. As he did, Duncan threw his fist at Fredrick, who fell backwards on his chair into the booze shelf, which caused some to fall and smash. Fredrick: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!! ARE YOU ONE OF THOSE FUCKING HOMPHOBICS WHO ARE INSECURE ABOUT OTHERS BEING A FAG??? Duncan: YOU SAY WHAT YOU FUCKING PUSSY, COME ON FIGHT ME IF YOU ARE A REAL FUCKING MAN! Fredrick: OHHH, DON'T YOU WORRY? YOU ARE FUCKING BANNED FROM THIS STATION, AND DON'T WORRY. YOU WILL FUCKING LEARN A LESSON SOON. As Duncan left the store, Alex ran in to see what happened. He and Oscar spoke and they both went towards Fredrick? Oscar, Alex: Are you okay? Can we pay for the damages? Oscar offered Fredrick his packet of tissues, which when Fredrick took. He stroked Oscar's hand to reassure him that their earlier talk was still on. Duncan: HURRY THE FUCK OUT OF THAT FAGGORTY PLACE! Oscar once again apologised to Fredrick, and you can sense something beautiful flicking between them. Oscar left the store with Alex, whispering about how to deal with this situation later. They both got into Duncan's car. Oscar: Was that fucking needed on our trip? You might be lucky not to get arrested, Duncan! What the fuck is wrong with you! Duncan: I don't give a fucking toss, mate, faggots like him should be locked up and destroyed. Are you seriously sticking up for a cunt like him? Oscar: Maybe you can't just go and start fucking throwing punches at people when you feel like it. It's fucking wrong, but seriously, you need to calm the fuck down. Alex: Duncan Oscar is actually correct; you should keep those sorts of thoughts to yourself; it's not fucking right what you did there tonight

Duncan: Who gives a shit? Let's just forget about this!

As you can tell in the car, Oscar and Alex are fuming about the situation at the petrol station. Oscar was totally mortified at how Duncan just reacted to finding someone gay. This made him think about his options as he hoped Duncan would accept him for who he was. He decided to confront him. Oscar: What if I asked for that guy's number, and I am a gay prick? Duncan: Stop fucking messing around, bro; you aren't a fag now; I know you all these years!

Oscar: How do you know I'm fucking about Duncan? Maybe I am fucking gay, so what are you going to do about it! Duncan: Shut the fuck up, Oscar; you seriously going to get knocked out if you carry on with that shit talk! Alex nudges Oscar to indicate it's not worth continuing the conversation. He looked at Oscar and smiled. He had a hunch that Oscar was gay, considering the way he saw how Fredrick and Oscar were locking eyes. 6.20pm: The group arrives at the campsite. Alex goes outside to open the gate, and Duncan revs his car as he drives onto the site. A few minutes later, Duncan said he needed to take a shit and would be back in 30 mins. Alex and Oscar got the tents up and a campfire started. Alex: Oscar, if you are gay, I'm actually proud of you. Duncan was fucking wrong about how he treated that guy. Besides, anyone is lucky to have a sexy cunt like you! Oscar: Thanks, mate, I meant to tell Duncan, but the way he acted actually makes me think he's a waste of space. Can we keep it between us? You can tell Alex is jealous of Oscar because of his handsome looks. He wishes he had that sort of body and face sometimes. Alex: I always have your back, Os. Don't worry about Duncan; your secret is safe with me. But did you like that petrol guy?

Oscar: Yeah, he was really cute. He seems like a lovely person, and how lucky he is to have such amazing countryside. They both chatted away while cooking some steaks over the campfire while Duncan was still in the toilet taking a long shit, as he would say. 7pm: Duncan sat next to Alex and started making jokes about his strength and how he could do whatever he wanted. You could feel that Oscar wanted to punch his face, but Duncan would easily overpower him.

All three had a few beers and started chatting nonsense about their lives and how cool it was back in school. 11pm: They all agreed to get some sleep, but Alex saw something lurking in the trees, thinking nothing of it. 12pm: 1-2-3 Fredrick coming to get your body Fredrick knew precisely where the lads were. As he headed over to the campsite facility room, he wanted to teach that muscle cunt a lesson. Fredrick knew there would be no turning back if he went ahead now. He locked himself in the facility room that contained images of drawings he did about his father and somehow acquired a relic from him. Fredrick wanted Oscar and was about to get him 1-2-3 Fredrick is coming to get your body. 5-6-7

Fredrick lay down on the cold wooden flooring and entered a trance.

12.30pm: Oscar was a deep sleeper. He dreamed about Fredrick at the petrol station and wished things were different. You could sense how he wanted to be like Duncan and stop someone like him from hurting others. Fredrick stepped into the dream and became behind the till before the situation with Duncan. Fredrick: Imagine if you were built like that dick, Oscar! Oscar: Tell me about it, I would do anything to have a body like his. Fredrick: Tell me about it; you would be fucking amazing even though you are fucking sexy now! Oscar: You are fucking hot, Mr FREDRICK! *leans over and kisses Fredrick. If things can change, you are always my type of guy! You know, Alex is kinda cute also, so it's so hard to have friends that are hot straight. Fredrick: What would you do if you were to control Duncan Oscar? Oscar: I would go back to the petrol station and fucking destroy that ass of yours as an apology and let you admire the muscles! Fredrick: Just wait, Oscar, you are mine either way! As the dream faded away, Fredrick had a plan. He hadn't done it before, but he knew he could do it. He lured Oscar's sleeping soul into a small stone found in his father's realm. Fredrick then walked into Duncan's dream. Duncan was dreaming about a certain girl who was fucking him in the bedroom. After their long fuck, she went into the toilet, dripping from her pussy. Instead of the girl, Fredrick walked out and looked at Duncan directly. Duncan: WHAT THE FUCK, WHERE IS MY BITCH YOU FAG! Fredrick: Your girl, you dream of fucking a girl in your dream; what a fucking retard you are. Duncan: What the fuck is this, why are you even here? What the fuck is my mind playing at! Fucking get loss, you cunt.

Fredrick: Ohhhh Duncan, you are going to fucking suffer. The way you treated me, then Oscar came out, and you dismissed him. You are a true fucking loser that doesn't deserve to be in this world any longer.! He grabbed Duncan, which happens to be his soul, and the whole dream world changed into a burnt-out world of his father's dormant realm.

Duncan suddenly appeared trapped inside a giant stone, smashing it and trying to get out.

Duncan: WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING, THIS CAN'T BE FUCKING REAL SURELY!!! FUCKING GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU CUNT!!!!

Fredrick: OOOH, THE FUCKING STRAIGHT HOMOPHOBIC FINALLY MET HIS MATCH; GUESS WHAT! YOU GOING TO FUCKING REALISE THAT YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG FUCKING FAG TONIGHT! Duncan was screaming for help, but nothing was nearby; there were just burnt-out lands and trees and absolutely nothing. Fredrick was laughing away as he disappeared. Just before he leaves Duncan's dream, he grabs the soul stone and opens it up and pulls Oscar onto the bed where Duncan was fucking his girl. Fredrick kissed Oscar on the head, knowing he would wake up feeling like a king the following day. Fredrick faded away and entered Alex's Dream. Alex was dreaming about being a stud like Oscar and Duncan. He was in the gym, flexing away and taking selfies while checking his muscles. He saw Fredrick walking into the changing rooms, sweating like he had a workout. Fredrick: Looking fucking big there, Alex!

Alex: Thanks, mate; why am I seeing you in my dream? Is this some sort of message that I've done something wrong? Fredrick: Don't worry, you will be confused either way! I just wanted to say thank you for the support you gave to Oscar tonight! In fact, you will feel the difference soon! Alex: Is this real? Is this some sort of haunting!!! *looks worried. Fredrick: When you realise the changes, please be supportive no matter what! Alex: WHattttt do you mean!!!!! Fredrick suddenly uses the soul stone to suck Alex into it. You could hear Alex screaming to the point he ran into the stone edge and knocked himself out. It saved Fredrick a lot of time as he left Alex's dream world and entered Oscars, which was still at the petrol station. He released the knocked-out Alex. Fredrick finally puts his plan to rest as he enters Alex's dream world and smacks himself in the mirror Alex is posing in. 6am: Alex woke up feeling fucking amazing from that dream; he couldn't help but to check his morning wood out. It was a good 18cm thick. He started stroking himself to edge himself before leaving the ten to stretch himself out. He went to take the piss and couldn't stop checking out his muscles like he did in the dream. While Alex was in the toilet taking a piss.... Duncan woke up feeling really froggy. He felt something was off and looked in shock at his thick hands and biceps. He took the sleeping bag off and saw he was muscular all over. He was touching himself all over as he swear he was in a dream. Duncan started jerking off, and the amount of cum that came out of his cock was intense. Duncan laughed away, thinking this was a wet dream, until he stepped outside. Oscar was just waking up feeling really odd. He felt strands of hair that weren't meant to be there. He panicked silently as he was checking his body out. He realised that his dream was absolute and now in the body of his friend Oscar. He couldn't resist checking his bulge out as he rubbed a quick one-off. He was laughing away that he was somehow Oscar now! He stepped outside to see Duncan and Alex looking at each other. They all looked at each other and started asking who was who. Alex got close to Duncan and stroked his hand like they did at the petrol station. Duncan suddenly realised what had happened but kept quiet, unsure who was in who. Oscar laughed and started joking about this being a freaky Friday but said they must accept it as it is. He knew that the guy in his dream kept to his word.

Alex: Should we head back home? *texting the local police about the location of the missing son of a mass murderer was living in the moors. Duncan and Oscar agreed as they packed their tents and entered Duncan's BMW. Duncan knew Alex wasn't Alex but Fredrick as he held his hand on the gear stick. Oscar noticed this and finally put the entire picture together; he chuckled, knowing this would be one hell of a ride. He is about to meet a girl who's been crushing on Oscar, and he can't wait to date her.

As they drove away.... The police and armed police came storming past their car towards the campsite. They surrounded the camp store room to find Fredrick with blood and other parts. Fredrick: I'M TELLING YOU I'M NOT THIS MURDEROUS KILLER, HE STOLE MY FUCKING BODY!

As Fredrick walked towards the police, they tasered him to the ground. Alex: That straight cunt finally got what he deserves. *smirking in the mirror, knowing he finally got the man of his dreams, a new body and start.

He kissed Duncan, knowing this was the start of a new life; he would never die and knew how to preserve his friendships. The trio will live on forever as friends as they show kindness to a guy who never had friends. 1-2-3 Fredrick coming to get your body 5-6-7 Fredrick is ALEX! End of Story! I hope you all enjoyed this story. It's longer, and I know it's not normal for me to write one like this, but this is a unique Halloween story for you all. I might do a follow-up story based on Duncan's and Alex's life a few months later. I can assure you that they know about the situation, and all agreed this was the greater good. They did visit Fredrick in prison just to taunt him and kiss in front of him. Let's say Fredrick went back, and they locked him in solidarity for the abuse. HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM YOUR FAVORITE STORY WRITER!

SAMMY xxxx

[thatbitchery]

& remember the first sign of a loser loser loser loser is hating school. Yall should've unfollowed me 2023 this year I'm laying it on you as is.

If you're not in some sort of murder level clas enroll right now. & it has to be so hard it feels like a death sentence

Ladies any form of "escape the matrix" and "you don't need school" & whatever school hating content out there is level down programming meant to keep you stuck and weak. School is the closest imitation to real life you get so dropping a class because it's too hard is your sign to tie yourself to your moms basement and never leave because you sure as heaven not making it in corporate, business, friendships, relationships, and, God Forbid, parenting. You Manifest a future as a stone because that's the most you can do with that mentality. Dropping out because you have anxiety is another great sign to move to the Amazon and cosplay a sloth because if you think there are human interactions in the adult world that won't make you feel anxious ahhh baby my baby. You got it so wrong, baby. If you can't focus in a 30 minute lesson just take your dream board & burn it up burn it upp and try your hand at being a house fly you'll have better luck. If you drop a class because you don't like the teacher stay as far away from romantic relationships and friendships and , especially, corporate & entrepreneurship because girly don't we have news for ya. Can't manage your time? And you want to be a CEO? Are you kidding?

School is the closest imitation to real life you get & the better you are at it the better you are at life, the harder your school life is the better your real life will be. & I mean take biochem engineering & aeronautical engineering first year college, get your ass run over by it BUT learn to sit still, to power through, teamwork, study techniques, etc so no one cares about your A [fun fact most A students don't make it] but did you power through it? K then junior year do the thing you actually like.

Not liking school for whatever reason is loser mentality if you couldn't make it past test drive what makes you think you'll make it on the highway. Back in high-school when I told my grandma I'm giving up on my scholarship because I'm getting bullied and tortured and ostracized her response wasn't a hug it was a slipper grandma of color style because do you think that won't happen in your adulthood? You think you run from a problem and it goes away? Go back in and make it tf. Notice how I'm not focused on what grade you get? My friend works at firm (one of the top of the country) that don't employ people with a history of As , it's not about academic excellence, can you get to cheer practise at 6 am and be in class by 7? What makes you think you can be a mom then? "Independent" can you schedule yourself? Manage classes, sports, hobbies, a part-time job, home chores , friendships, and free time? WHAT DO YOU THINK ADULTHOOD IS ABOUT? what makes you think running from that in school (where you have guidance & forced community) will keep you safe? Out here you're all alone sis. And now the government protects you like a treasure that ID days 18 and its up to you to protect yourself. If you can not sit still in a 30 minutes class you don't like what makes you think you're cut out for corporate? Yall ain't never left your moms house and it shows, no one that has been in the real world has that level of delulu.

Pick the damn calculus class & power from an E to a C- so when you're running your business & you meet hard things you dislike you have muscle memory to power through it & bc your business is something you like it's easier. Go to school with the girls that dislike you & find a way out of that so when your mom in law or officemates are being flaky you know what to do, you don't run. Sit through that class with that one homphobic sexist bigoted teacher so when you land a job at your dream firm you don't resign in six days and sabotage shit because you're delulu enough to think your little tantrum matters.

School , especially boarding school, is the closest imitation to real life you get. Power through it, take advantage of the resources & always chase the hardships now that you have people charged with guiding you so you're not 25 unmotivated with no accomplishment despite your A's , barely functional adult feeling like a loser because you let tiktok & escape the matrix bojo creators lie to you. Do you want to be one of those 35 year olds heavy on magical thinking because you didn't learn what your parents literally paid for you to learn under the guise of 'self care'. Don't be dumb dumb.

Success spills over

[dukeyeatsdeodorant]

Virgil: I think my room is haunted.

Virgil, calling out loudly: Hey if there's any ghosts in here, you better come out!

Roman, coming out of Virgil's closet with a white sheet over his head: I'm Gay, BOO!

Patton, nearby: AAA!

Remus: Damn, he's homphobic.

Logan: That's impossible, we're all homosexual- Dear lord, I just want one normal day, is that too much to ask?

[thorsonoflesbians]

to the homphobes commenting on ralf's extremely brave post and officially coming out saying that he doesn't deserve the Schumacher name, i'm sorry but you obviously don't know who the FUCK michael schumacher is and what he stands for. michael's probably already known for YEARS even before the accident and has supported and loved his brother the entire time, so for anyone to say that michael wouldn't support ralf if he was able to makes my blood boil. michael would be actively running over homophobes in his ferrari at pride parades and giving out free dad hugs and donate millions to queer charities. THAT'S who michael schumacher is, and who his entire family is, anyone who disagrees can fuck off.❤️

[akookminsupporter]

And this is how I'm sure jjks know or have doubts whenever they see jkk because wth is this?! JJKS are the most homphobic nasty assholes you'll ever meet and them "respecting" tk means they do not threaten them in any way—now jikook though :) just seeing jimin an inch near jungkook has them bawling their eyes out because they know jk oppa won't marry them with jimin in the way T-T

https://x.com/petitekm/status/1842932751483490814?t=MwRNyP1cvVu_qwajPLRERQ&s=19

Aren’t they and the subgroup the same? Or are they a subgroup of the subgroup? Could be. Obviously, not all of them are like that, but usually, it's always the rabid dog the loudest one. With that group of people, I think it’s more about their hatred for Jimin because of the competition they have with him. For them, Jimin is Jungkook’s main rival, and they don’t like that Jungkook is close to 'the enemy.' But they’re also homophobic, which isn’t new; I just think it’s more obvious now.

I also think many of them don’t actually care about TKK and just pretend to support them because they know there’s nothing there, so it feels safe for them. But Jikook, well, Jikook is a whole different story.

[eardefenders]

*Inhales deeply, and let's out a long fortifying breath* The Sherlock & Co meet-up has happened. There were questions asked. I wasn't there and I won't pass judgement until the video of the event has been released and I can hear the question and answer myself, but word on the street is the following exchange happened:

Fan: "Do the characters have set sexualities?"

Answer: (Paraphrased, note that it was said they were kind with their tone on the answer.) They can't decide something like that so no they do not have set sexualities. They would like to keep it open and they are aware of Johnlock and won't be going down that route. They understand their podcast had broad appeal and do not want to upset traditionalists.

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Like I said I'm waiting to see if the highlights reel they'll be releasing contains this exchange and then listening to exact phrasing before I draw any specific conclusions. However, they did explicitly use the ship name Johnlock and multiple sources confirmed its a no go. Also I'm assuming the phrase traditionalists means like old school holmesians or people interested in the adventures, but not the character development. Given the existing content I don't think they mean they're caving to homphobes.

[the-gimmick-shipper]

Oi.

You can call me Shipper, and I use he/it pronouns. In case you were wondering, I'm bi.

I am a minor, so no NSFW. Stay away if you're part of the typical shitty groups [pedos, homphobes, and such.]

I post random stuff, such as thoughts, gimmick fuckery, and shitposts.

[loversinmalta]

I love the fact that we have two beefy, strong men in a relationship with eachother ( I'm not gonna say masc because I think that definition can mean a number of things. For instance, I wouldn't see a man wearing polish or rocking an article of clothing made for a female, or someone with less muscle tone as less masculine)

The same I would love if one was more and one was less buff. OR both were the same size.

Honestly don't see how masc4masc is homophobic. I feel it's just someone's preference. We all have preferences in terms of what we find physically attractive. Who is to come and say one buff guy can't find another buff guy attractive? That sounds ridiculous. People should to stop patrolling who others find attractive or whether a CANNON gay couple is homphobic because they both happen to built. It's deranged lol

[strawbjose]

｡⁠*ﾟHii !! i'm josefina

About me 🎀

I'm a minor so PLEASE don't be weird, n I'm a bit sensitive so don't be mean!! I'm a really anxious and shy person, but i like to make friends/moots !

i speak spanish and english (main language is spanish but i understand well english too)

talking abt topics that r sensitive like death, sh, etc makes me anxious bc of certain things, so please remember that TT it's okay if u need to vent tho!!

Dni: basic dni criteria (homphobic, racist pepole, etc) proshipers, darkshipers, gore or sh accounts, nsfw or ddlg, really mean pepole, misogynists, if u sexualize minors, invalidate pronouns or gender and if u are more than 18 and talk abt weird things.

Interests and fandoms (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

🌷madoka magica, sailor moon, sanrio, cardcaptor sakura, kimi ni todoke, mouthwashing, omori, fruits basket, smile precure, ddlc, nana, pjsk, alnst, mlp, morning glories, a sign of affection, evangelion, squid game, alice in borderland, lain

☘️ i lovee flowers, nature, spring, plushies, drawing, writing, journaling, poetry, sweet treats, vintage stuff, fashion, animals, aesthetics, design of different things, typology, making oc's, soft pink, cream and green, whimsi vintage cute things and more !!

🩰 Fashion styles and aesthetics i like !! ^_^

mori kei, cottagecore, dollykei, cult party kei, kawaii, soft aesthetics, dollete, sweet lolita, shiro lolita and more

Kins 🪽

♡ madoka kaname, fluttershy, basil, sawako kuronuma, kohane azusawa, mizuki akiyama, honami mochizuki, nene kusanagi, emu otori, hero, yayoi kise, yui yamada, hachi, shinji ikari

🎀 My typology

isfj is(f) sei-si sp694 /R/LO[A]i felv-4443 phelg-suppi (or phleg-mel) phsu-suph-phsu neutral/lawful good

Thank u for reading 💐

[just-antithings]

Honestly, there are many types of people I hate in modern fandom. But one of the ones I hate the most is the "if you disagree with my interpretation of this character you are homphobe/transphobe/etc" people.

Like, people are absolutely allowed to have different interpretations of a character. But it starts to be a problem when people act like their interpretation is the only correct one and that everyone else should get fucked for disagreeing.

I am queer as fuck gender-wise. Me not agreeing that this or that femboy character is 100% a transwoman and instead seeing them as some type of nonbinary or as just a very effeminate gay guy doesn't make me a transphobe.

I'm just really tired and needed to vent somewhere, sorry...

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