#The Bullshit Hasn't Happened Yet BUT IT WILL

[emile-hides]

The coffee creamer’s three months expired, btw.

[laws-yellow-submarine]

Saw a Twitter meme that was "tweet as if your OCs were real" and all it did was make me realize that I'm really mean to my OCs 😭😂

[actualhumansunshine]

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[gaiussaidno]

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it's sad hours yeehawwww, time to go sing cry karaoke for a while until i get tired of being sad and remember the world is a giant floating ball of many in a universe of many, and bullshittery on the internet should be the Least of my concerns

[blushweddinggowns]

Part 2

He has no right to be here.

He knows that.

He does.

Eddie watches as people pile into the church, all of them dressed to the nines. It's a Harrington affair through and through, and the sight of all these people that he knows Steve hates makes him feel sicker than he already is.

If he wasn't on the edge of crying he would have laughed at himself, like he had any right to judge anyone here. He's the one who dumped Steve. Perfect, wonderful, lovely Steve who just needed a few more years. He just needed to make sure the kids were safe until they graduated. But Eddie couldn't do it. He needed to leave, and Steve needed to stay.

So he ended it. Just like that. He ended it.

He hasn't seen him for three years. By all appearances, it was a good choice, the best thing he could have done for himself. Because against all fucking odds Eddie Munson ends up as a success. He's a star, a famous musician discovered in a shitty little bar. He somehow managed to actually live the dream he used to fantasize about.

He lives it up. He parties, he drinks, he fucks, he spends his early twenties being young and dumb like he always wanted.

And it's horrible. It's so horrible that it becomes hilarious to him. Because he knows why it's so bad. Of course he knows. But it's better this way, really. Because Steve deserved better than him anyway. He deserved someone he didn't run away, full of flimsy excuses of wanting to be out of the shitty town that made him. When the truth was he was scared. He was terrified about how much he loved him. Because what was he going to do when the day came when Steve realized he could do better?

Eddie wouldn't have been able to surivie it. So he left instead. Like the coward he was. He left so he could be miserable and famous but at least Steve could finally find someone who deserved him.

So it really was all for the best. That's what he tells himself, because if he doesn't he'd go insane wondering about what could have been. He has himself convinced that he made the right choice. Maybe not for himself, but at least for Steve.

He doesn't realize how bullshit all of that was until Dustin lets it slip. They're doing the normal routine. Dustin visits, Eddie spoils the shit out of him, and on the last day he asks about Steve. He always tries to keep it casual. Tries to never let his desperation to know what's happening shine through. But it always does, bad enough that Dustin can't help the pity in his eyes when he tells him.

Steve's getting married.

Eddie wasn't aware just how much words could hurt him until that moment. He'd been called every bad name under the sun, a queer, a freak, a fag, you name it and it's been said. But this is the first time someone else's words make him feel like he's dying.

He wasn't invited to the wedding. Why would he be? But he still found it. Because he's a glutton for self-punishment. He hadn't seen Steve for three fucking years, and he chooses to wait till his wedding day?

But it's too late for regret, he's already here. His eyes keep scanning the room, just waiting for him to show up. He probably looks like a creep, dressed in all black and fucking sunglasses, sitting right by the door. He's basically in a fucking disguise, mostly to stop Robin from finding him and kicking his ass.

Speaking of, his eyes widen at the sight of her. She's slipping out of a door to the side, quickly wiping at her eyes before joining the crowd of people. His eyes drift back to the door.

Eddie's on his feet before he knows what he's doing. It's stupid, maybe the stupidest thing he's ever done, but where Robin is, Steve is sure to follow.

And he's right. It leads to a small dressing room. And there he is. Just like that Eddie's in front of the only man he'll ever love. Or at least, behind him. They were alone, and Steve hadn't even noticed him yet, too busy adjusting his hair in the mirror.

He still has time to leave. Besides, he didn't come here to ruin everything. He didn't, really.

But he doesn't turn around. Instead, Eddie locks the door behind him. He takes off his stupid sunglasses and clears his throat to speak, but is immediately rendered speechless when Steve turns to look at him.

He's just as gorgeous as he remembered.

His eyes widened at the sight of him, mouth opening and closing like he can't quite believe what he's seeing. Why would he? Eddie never reached out. He ignored the times that Steve did, always too ashamed of himself to face his own mistakes.

Eddie always expected Steve to lash out when he saw him, if he saw him. Lord knows he deserved it. But he doesn't. He just looks...sad. And those basset hound eyes are almost enough to bring Eddie to tears himself.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked, voice quiet.

Eddie hadn't actually prepared anything to say. His plan was to watch the love of his life marry someone else than drink himself into a stupor at his hotel. He...he hadn't expected to end up here. But there are a million things he wants to say to him.

I'm here to tell you I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was a coward. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough and I made it your problem. I haven't stopped thinking about you. Ever. There hasn't been a day that goes by when I don't regret leaving. And I thought, maybe, just maybe if I saw you move on with my own eyes I could let you go.

But none of that is what comes out of his mouth.

"Run away with me."

If Steve didn't look shocked to see him before he sure did now, "W-What?"

"Run away with me," He repeats. Because it's what he wants. It's what he needs. It's been three years of hell without him and Eddie can't do it anymore. He can't.

He hates that he's the cause of the tears springing up in Steve's eyes, but he can't take it back. He won't.

Steve looks away, eyes trained on the floor, "You can't do this to me Eddie. You can't."

But he is.

Eddie's made his choice. He was a fool to think he was capable of coming here without trying to steal him away. Of course this is where he'd end up. And he'll say anything to get him back. He doesn't care that he's too late. He doesn't care that this whole thing makes him a bigger piece of shit than he already was.

He'll be underhanded, he'll be dirty, he'll do anything to get Steve to leave with him, he doesn't fucking care. Because Steve Harrington is not going to get married today.

He waltzes right up to him. He grabs his chin and forces him to meet his eyes. He probably looks crazy, he feels crazy, "You don't love her like you love me."

He's never met her. He doesn't need to. The way Steve freezes up is all he needs to know that he's right.

He doesn't deny it, but he deflects, "Why are you doing this? You left me. Did you forget that part? I didn't end it. You did! A-And now what? We're just going to ride off into the sunset together? Like you weren't the one to just cut me out of your life-"

"Yes," Eddie interrupts. He feels calm, eerily so as he speaks, "We're riding off into the sunset together. Even though I don't deserve it. I never deserved you. And I was so fucking scared of when you would realize that. I let it eat away at me. So I left. Before you could do it to me. And I was wrong."

"Stop," Steve tries to step back, but Eddie won't let him. He wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him close.

He can't stop talking, even if he wanted to, "I was so wrong Steve. And I've been miserable ever since. Because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I'll never stop thinking about you. Even if you tell me to go to hell and get hitched I'll just wait for a divorce. Because you are the only one for me. And it took me too long to say that out loud. And I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry Stevie."

Steve weakly tried to push him away, but his heart wasn't in it, "Please stop."

But he can't, "I love you."

Steve's eyes are closed, a futile attempt to keep the tears at bay, but his voice comes out strong, "Eddie, I-I can't do this again. I can't. If you left me again I...I just can't."

Eddie can't help but wipe a few of the tears away for him, "Angel, look at me."

He waits for Steve to open his eyes. He looks so fucking beautiful that it hurts, especially since this may really be the last time he sees him again.

But he has one more trick up his sleeve, "Tell me you're not mine and I'll leave."

"W-what?"

"Tell me you're not mine. Say the words out loud and I'll let you go."

Steve stares at him. He's mad, beyond pissed that Eddie has the audacity to throw that in his face, but he's desperate. It was the last thing he said to him, murmured through the driver's side window of the van, seconds before he drove away.

I'm still yours, even if you don't want me anymore.

Eddie had cried the entire ride there after hearing that. And then a few days after for good measure. And here he is, completely ruthless at what he's willing to pull out, "You're mine Steve. You know you're mine."

It's such a fucked up thing to say, but it's true. But it's not the whole truth, "And I'm yours. I've always been yours. Tell me that's not true and I'll leave."

But Steve can't. He can't do it, just like Eddie had known he wouldn't. But what he hadn't expected was for him to surge up and kiss him.

It feels like he fell in love all over again, just from one simple kiss. Because it felt like magic was real and it decided to take on the form of Steve Harrington's lips. It was everything he had missed. Everything he had dreamed about. Eddie tangled a hand into his hair, helpless to do anything but kiss him back, harder and deeper. He wanted to be burned into Steve's memory for all eternity. He wanted him to always remember the moment that they came back to each other.

Because that's what this is. Eddie's certain, Steve was his, and he would never let him go again.

They only stop when there is a knock at the door, a muffled question asked that they can't hear over the sounds of their own breathing. It's enough to have them pulling away from each other, but they ignore it nonetheless.

Steve searches his face, one last test. Eddie can only guess how he looks right now, probably just as desperate and terribly hopeful as he felt. Whatever he's looking for, he finds it eventually.

Steve sighs, glancing toward the back of the room, "There's a window we can probably fit through. Because I'm sure as hell not going out there."

Now it's Eddie's turn to cry. Despite all of his confidence, the certainty that they were supposed to be together, he hadn't really expected it to work. But here they were, giggling with each other as they scurried out of a first-floor window, making a run for Eddie's car.

Eddie can't help but kiss him again before they get in, muttering against his mouth, "I love you so fucking much Stevie. I'm not going to fuck this up again. You won't regret it, I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you don't."

Steve grinned into the kiss, "You better."

There was still so much to talk about. Too much. And they'll fight and they'll scream and everything will get worse before it gets better. And Eddie's so fucking grateful to get the chance.

And for the first time in three years, he feels alive again.

[venusethereal]

RIP Klarion the Bitch Boy, we hardly knew yee

[missingexaltation]

Here's a bit of a meta analysis on Eddie and Steve and the general jock/nerd thing. It's worth pointing out that they're still only 19/20ish so they're slightly entitled to be somewhat selfish idiots, but they're at that time of life where they're starting to grow out of it.

There's so many positive reblogs on my last but one text post (where Eddie gets involved with Steve's hobbies) and I find it so interesting that it's not really explored in fic.

I mean...Steve's trying to 'grow as a person' by embracing nerdy things and that's great! Stereotypical high school 'bully' becoming less of a douche bag.

But Eddie embracing the stereotype and doing 'normal' high school stuff? Sign me up! He's a guy that was probably bullied or harassed by the jocks for at least some part of school before he grew hard skin. He's actively (and loudly) denounced them to their faces and protected younger nerdy/outcast kids.

Of course he's going to think sports are shit. That's what those dumb, bullying morons enjoy more than anything, so it's gotta be bad, right? (Hell, you can even take it further and say that his own dad used to beat the shit out of him as a kid if he made a noise when The Game was on.)

So he's prejudiced against the jocks (for a reason, but that's not the point), all while shouting at the top of his lungs about conformity and the bullshit about being a sheep. Yet all he's doing is conforming to a different stereotype, and not really realising it.

It's not until he meets up and speaks with Chrissy that he realises he's judging her without knowing her, and quickly rectifies it by being nicer. Then she dies and he couldn't save her. She was popular and sporty...but she was sweet and nice, and didn't deserve what happened to her.

Then Steve happens. Former Poster Boy for Jocks, and yet he's not a piece of shit either. But Steve's different, he tells himself. Steve's actually a nerd in wolf's clothing. He comes to D&D even if he doesn't play. He watches Star Wars and hangs out with 'unpopular' kids. He's 'better' now. He's learned his lesson.

It doesn't occur to him that Steve's trying to change himself to fit in, and still enjoys all of his own hobbies. He just does it either in secret, or ashamed when 'caught'. So Eddie doesn't see anything wrong. He's been proven right...THE Jock is in their nerdy little group so he's completely validated.

So maybe one night they're all at the Munson's, playing D&D. Except Steve's nowhere to be seen. During a breakin the campaign, he's found in the other room with Wayne and Hopper, watching the football. And Eddie makes some comment or another about Steve backsliding into sports.

And before Steve can say anything, Wayne tells him to stop bullying Harrington into his interests, and let the poor kid enjoy the football if that's what he wants to do.

And Eddie's mortified.

He finishes the campaign for the night on autopilot, the Game ends, and everyone else goes home, oblivious to what those earlier ten seconds has done to Eddie's psyche. Wayne's sitting there with his last beer of the night, and Eddie joins him, quiet and contemplative.

'I'm not a bully.' He says. 'I'm not like my dad.'

And Wayne just looks at him, smile on his face.

'I know.' He says. 'But you can't force everyone to like only your things, son. Just because you don't like football or basketball doesn't mean your friends have to feel the same.'

And Eddie thinks about it. He thinks about it for days. Steve never really complains. Sure he makes comments now and again, but Eddie's taken that as 'Steve's jock side coming out' instead of 'Steve just being frustrated, bored and lonely'. And Eddie can't ignore the feeling that he's actually the one being a total dick right now.

Steve's learnt his lesson. Eddie hasn't.

Steve 'the former douchebag' Harrington is a great guy, and Eddie is unconsciously taking advantage of it to validate himself. He feels like shit.

So he goes to Steve and apologises. But Steve's confused. He still thinks he needs to make reparations for his high school years, like he's conforming in their group as a penance. And Eddie hates himself a little more, because what the fuck. That's what Steve thinks of himself? And Eddie's partially responsible for enabling that, for letting the kids make him feel like that.

So he apologises again, and tell Steve that he's not gong to let it slide anymore. That if he ever wants to go and do something he enjoys, Eddie's down for it. That Steve doesn't need to be at D&D if he wants to watch the sports instead.

He also stops mocking Steve's taste in music, stops trying to force his own music on everyone else, and steps in whenever any of the kids try to do the same. And pretty damn quickly, Steve starts flourishing.

He and Eddie take the kids to the basketball courts, and Steve tries to teach them how to play, before giving up and going 1v1 with Lucas while the others just bounce the spare ball between them and make up their own game. It's fun, and completely outside Eddie's comfort zone, but it's fun.

Steve gets the confidence to start negotiating Eddie's campaign nights when there's an important game on the TV. Half the kids want to watch it with Wayne, Hopper (and weirdly enough, Mrs Henderson). Eddie usually joins them but either reads his book, sits at the table painting his minis, or falls asleep on Steve's lap. Sports just don't interest him, but that's ok too.

It's compromise.

[jungwnies]

syn ' a fight sends doyoung missing in action, will it make or break the relationship? pairing ' fem!reader x husband!doyoung

warnings ' cursing, marital problems, arguing, lowkey toxic

requested by @kang-yeosangs-initials

"this is bullshit doyoung!" you shout across the kitchen as he puts on his shoes. "we fight about this all the fucking time!"

"y/n, i don't know what you fucking want from me." doyoung argues.

the second walked out that door, your head was hot. you were angry. honestly, you were hoping he'd never come back through that door.

you grab a glass from the cabinet and pour yourself some wine, sitting alone on the couch.

when you woke up in bed alone, you sighed. "bastard." you mumbled to yourself getting up.

you get ready and leave the house, you didn't come back for the past three days.

if doyoung wasn't going to be there, then what was the point of you being there? the house was supposed to a be a sacred ground for the two of you, but it just felt wrong, even if it was originally your home, it still felt empty without him.

"he hasn't come home yet?" your friend asks you sitting across the cafe table from you.

you shrug, "i don't know i haven't been home in days, but if he was home i would've gotten a motion notification from the security cameras."

"maybe you should just get a divorce, he's not good for you anymore." your friend tells you hesitantly.

"that's if i even see him ever again." you tell her laughing. "he should've never left, we could've talked it out, but i don't know after this argument, it just seems like the end."

⎯ ts

you type in the code to your lock and go into your home, it smelled the same, but it didn't feel the same. you see doyoung in the kitchen sitting down with some take-out.

"hey." he says, with a smile.

you scoff and put down your things walking away.

"y/n, why aren't you talking to me?" he asks putting down his fork.

"seriously?" you snap turning around to face him, "you want me to talk to you after you've been awol for three days?"

doyoung looks at you confused, "y/n i don't know what you're talking about, i've been home."

you laugh, "oh my god, don't you think i would've known if you were home?"

"seriously y/n, don't be delusional." he sneered.

"either way doyoung, i don't want you here, so please just leave." you tell him, with a tired tone.

"what did i do?" he complained.

"what did you do?" you ask with a scoff, "are you seriously asking me that right now?"

"yes?" he says, confused.

"every time there's an argument, you just leave, you never fucking listen to what i have to say, you never want to fix things, you just leave, and then you come back like nothing happened!" you exploded. "you're not the same man i loved four years ago, and i want you out, i don't want you to come back!" you shout, tears coming out of your eyes.

"what?" doyoung asks, shocked.

"please doyoung, just stop acting like everything’s fine when it’s not fine!" you cried, trying to wipe the tears off your face as they kept coming down.

doyoung walked up to you and grabbed the sides of your arms, "y/n..."

you shake him off, "don't touch me, and don't act like you're sorry, because if you were this would have never been a problem."

doyoung steps back, "y/n please stop crying." doyoung said, crying with you.

"i just wish you never promised to love me till death did us apart." you tell him sobbing, "i tried really hard to make this work, and you just walked away every time."

doyoung looks at you with a bittersweet expression, "are you okay?"

you look at doyoung and you laugh as tears fall out of your eyes, "after you just ended our seven year relationship? yeah i'm just peachy."

you walk away from him and put back on your jacket, "when i come back, i want you and your things gone."

2022 © jungwnies

[the-sprog]

"so.... You're not the same person?"

"No," he really hopes they'll attribute his racing heartbeat and sweating face to nervousness and anxiety, and not because he's blatantly lying through his teeth.

"Who is he then?" He's sure that if he could see his face, Batman would be raising an eyebrow.

Or maybe not, maybe he's just as expressionless without his mask.

"Well..." Ok, Billy. You can do this. You've lied to police officers for harder things to hide. You have the excuse of magic this time. You can do it. "I guess you could say he's... My dad...?" That's surely not going to come back to bite him in the ass anytime soon.

Fuck Batman and fuck his face recognition software.

"You don't sound too sure yourself." Dammit Supes, you're supposed to be on his side, not poking holes in his story!

"It's kinda complicated. It's magic bullshit." He can feel the judgemental stares at his swearing, but he's freaking out too much to care about what the Justice League thinks of his politeness.

"Basically," he continues, not giving them the chance of asking questions again, "think about it this way. He's the one with the powers, and- and nothing actually happens to me if he gets hurt." Ok, technical truth. He can do this.

"So do you... Like... Switch places then?"

"Yes, that's exactly what happens." He thanks Superman mentally.

"What happens to you then?"

"Uuuhmmm." THINK THINK THINK. "It's like- well, basically... Only one of us can exist on any give plane of existence." Are those words too big for an 11 years old to know? Possibly. But he does learn a thing or two by being Marvel and constantly being surrounded by adults who spoke like they came out of a dictionary.

Or a court case.

"So you go... Where?" 'Flash if you don't stop asking questions,' Billy mentally threatens, 'I will make sure there is no food for you at the Watchtower or so help me Gods. I'll become the biggest annoyance you've ever had the displasure of dealing with'

"The Rock of Eternity." Probably his best lie yet.

"And it's.... Safe for you in the... Rock?" Diana, you beautiful, wonderful woman. Why would you do this to him?

Billy nods. "Yes, only we can go there. Well, and people we allow inside. But we don't do that." And Freddy doesn't count.

Neither does Darla.

And Mary.

And Pedro.

Eugene.

None of the rest of his family counts, let's leave it at that.

"As long as the Champion of Magic is there to protect it, it's the safest place one could be in"

'If you strong enough to resist the temptations of the embodiment of the Seven Deadly Sins, that is' he didn't say. He thought it, though.

Gosh he hopes Martian Man Hunter hasn't been reading his mind this whole time.

That would be awkward, to say the least.

"But why are you two like this- what happened?" Well Flash is not going to eat in the tower for a good while.

Billy fidgets. One last lie. Can he 'technically the truth' his way out of this one?

"Well... Marvel is not... Really my dad. He's more like...." C'mon words, c'mon. "His ghost or-or his... His legacy! Yeah. And a few years ago- there's a Wizard involved. We got the blessings of the Gods and- I don't actually know the details." Mostly because the details don't actually exists.

But they don't need to know that.

The other heroes share a glace.

He knows they're not happy about the whole situation. He doesn't even want to imagine what they'd say if they knew he was lying.

Vaguely, he remembers about a conversation Robin and Superboy had. Something that Nightwing and Hood brought on. Something about Batman and his tendency of pulling children under his wing.

Suddenly, Billy becomes self conscious of the holes in his clothes, the dirt-stained jeans, his hair that he clearly cut himself, the bruises and scrapes under the fabric that the other heroes can't even see.

He must really look like something alright.

"Can we talk to the Captain, kid?" He's surprised that throughout all of this none of them had even asked his name.

"Yeah, sure." He yells the magic word, with a passing thought of not having well calculated having to pose as two separate people in their eyes now.

[mackjlee9]

Suna Rintaro x Male!Reader [?]

Can this be considered fluff?? Anygay-

(This is so short and so bad, this is not how I wanted to write this, but it's the best I could do) (and the internet keeps cutting off so-)

Masterlist.

Haikyuu!!

Requested by insertacoolusername on Wattpad.

His bad days just seemed to be occurring more and more often.

Walking to the front door, he grabbed his skate and the house keys before hurrying out the door, ignoring his boyfriend's calls of his name. The chilly breeze from the outside world hit his face, making him grimace and look up at the sky, the grey clouds made a small smile show up on his face, feeling the scent of the earth when the rain falls.

It would definitely rain any moment now, and that made (M/n) feel slightly happier than when was still in his home.

He skated toward the only place he could be at peace for, at least, a short while. The skate park.

He sighed the moment he arrived, seeing only a few people around and he headed to his favourite ramp, putting his airpods in and playing his go-to playlist for clearing his mind.

(M/n) skated around for a while, almost tripping a few times whenever he tried a trick he hasn't fully learned yet. The instant rain started falling from the grey skies, he stood there for a few seconds, taking in the feel of the cold rain landing on his skin and wetting his clothes. He kept messing around until he had to stop after almost slipping off his skate due to the slippery ramps.

He kicked his skateboard while heading in its direction, he sat on the wet floor and placed his foot on top of the board, moving it back and forth while he let his body lay on the floor, his arm placed over his eyes while he peeked to look up at the sky and enjoy the rain, not caring that his clothes were soaked.

Then, his mind wandered on its own, and with a deep sigh, he asked himself, "Why don't I break up with him...?" But soon, he chuckled as he found his answer instantly, "Oh yeah, my abandonment issues."

(M/n) tried to distract himself by thinking of something else, but before he could, he hear steps approaching him, soon followed by a soft grunt next to him.

Suna had been wanting to get away from his family for a while, feeling empty after having to hear his parents' obvious disgust and hatred when a gay character showed up in the movie they were watching. He couldn't stay there and hear their painful comments, so he gave an excuse of meeting up with Atsumu for a while before leaving the house in complete silence.

He walked almost aimlessly for a while when he spotted the skate park he used to go to a few months back, before he started dedicating most of his time to the volleyball team. Suna walked in as some people were leaving because of the rain, and he saw a guy skating with a smile on his face.

He recognized him as (M/n), he's seen him around when he came often and had a chance to talk to him a few times in the past, but he also recognized him because he was interested in the male, he was... rather attractive, and very much Suna's type.

Suna watched him skate for a while, feeling slightly worried whenever he tripped but soon smiling when he heard (M/n)'s happy laugh, but soon he stopped, probably because he was close to slipping on the ramps now that they were wet with the rain.

He saw (M/n) laying on the ground as he approached him, albeit a little hesitant at first. Suna heard him say something but he couldn't understand him, however, he did hear his bitter chuckle, and he wondered what had happened to him.

And he took his chance.

Sitting down next to him with a few grunts, Suna laid on the floor too, his head turned to look at (M/n), who had turned toward him to look at him from under his forearm.

"So... what bullshit are you going through?" (M/n) removed his arm from his face, and he chuckled.

"A toxic boyfriend who hates it when I go out with my friends..." He took a deep breath and sighed, looking into Suna's eyes, "What 'bout you?"

Suna let out a bitter laugh just like how (M/n) had done just a few minutes ago.

"Homophobic parents who think gay people are going against God," they shared a laugh and continued talking about whatever came to their minds for a long time.

The rain stopped a while after, and the sky got darker as nighttime arrived, and they were now walking around the skate park, sometimes taking turns on (M/n)'s skate to fool around or chase each other, as they were little kids with nothing to worry about.

For the time in their lives, they felt comfortable and at peace with someone other than themselves.

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[popculturebuffet]

So Let's Talk About Warner Bros Discovery Burning Down HBO Max for the Insurance Money

Okay real quick for those of you who don't know who I am: I"m Jake, I review animation on this fair blog sometimes on comission (which is open by the way) , and mostly just because I want to. I love all kinds of stuff from comics, to comic strips, to movies, and review all kinds in turns. I"m telling you this so you have full and proper context as to why Warner Bros Discovery's latests actions have been HELL on my anxiety. While this week has been a hard one for reasons that aren't your buisness, Warner just made it so much worse so rather than do three reviews this week, i'm doing two and this piece, outlying why I"m so nettled, why I no longer feel any security for anything warner has going , in production or otherwise, and why WBD sucks dirty ass in thunderstorms.

Let's begin with what's going on for those in the back who haven't heard: Last week Warner Bros Discovery made the earthshatteringly dumb decision to cancel their 40 million dollar Batgirl film, and not release it in any way shape or form as a tax write off as well as announcing they were canceling several other dc projects with the Arrowverse finally being taken out back and shot with the Flash getting canceled and given a smal lseason to wrap up (and Superman and Lois likewise detatching from said universe for it's own saftey), and just about every DC Project now in fear of being cut, paticuarlly the tv shows. The Flash MOVIE is weirdly exempt from this despite starring known human dumpster fire whose progressively spiraling Erza Miller. Granted they ARE getting help, so it might help, but it still feels odd to not drop THAT movie but drop one by people who have done absoltuely nothing wrong and is almost finished. And by odd I mean...

So yeah a 40 billion dollar diverse, great looking film is in limbo, any dc film that hasn't started shooting is in the firing range. While I do feel the DCEU badly needed an actual structure instead of just doing whatever movie without any real plan. But

Is somehow worse than no strategy. But there does seem to be SOME method to the madness here.. unfortunatley said method, as most perfectly put by my surrogate tv dad John Oliver "It seems like your trying to burn down my platform for the insurance money"

That does seem to be WBD's plan: Liquidate as much as possible, put as much of it as a tax writeoff as you can, and to hell with what comes next. There's no building going on here, just madly selling anything they can to make money. Which admitely I have done, I once had to sell off my entire 3ds collectoin to get buy, but i'm a 30 year old man with the body of an orangutan, not a BILLION dollar company that should know better. Even if Discovery is new at running this type of company, they seem more concerned with making as much money as possible and don't care if they actually surivive as a platform, if works of art surivive, or for anything other than getting a huge kickback.

And that brings me to today, the worst news in recent animation history. And keep in mind that history includes: 1. Disney cancelling the critically aclaimed and briliant owl house because it was too gay and trying to pretend that's not why they did it 2. Netflix's Childrens Content slowly collapsing into the sea with one or two exceptions. 3. Sex Monster John Lassiter somehow getting another job and a new movie AppleTV+ feels comfortable promoting. 4. The passing of Betty White, Ed Asner and Gilbert Gottfried

But yes HBO Max decided to delist a TON of his content. While ti hasn't happened yet and the backlash, and a recent blow to their stock due to this bullshit as a rare instance of corprate greed biting them, MIGHT stop it, it might be too late. The shows being chopped include Close Enough, a show they had just canceled a week ago and now decided no one can enjoy and that was not only one fo the platforms lead shows, but it's only adult animated comedy that didn't make people throw things at it on sight, Infinity Train, a show people were already mad was screwed out of more than four seasons, Ok KO Let's Be HEroes, one of the best cartoons of the 2010s, Mao Mao Heroes of Pure Heart which was stuck in cancelation limbo, and victor and Valentino, which I have not watched but is JUST going through season 3 as we speak. None of it makes sense, none of it is right and all of it is clearly a ploy to mak ea tax writeoff. And while previous managment had done this, there was a simliar incident iwth greats such as megas xlr and sym boinoic titan, never before has a company made material not only unavablaibe but so nakedly tried to claim something as a loss. I'm HOPING this bs dosen't fly in court, as none of these shows really are the net loss they thinkt hey are, paticuarlly close enough and infinity train, so none of this should add up, but i'm not holding my breath.

I'm also not holding my rage. I belivie in works being avaliable to people. Good or bad, as long as their not harmful , they should be out there and avaliable. Things should be preserved. And making it so several shows are just outright unwatchable, JUST so you can make money is one of the most greedy, discpiable, hateful and agonizing acts i've seen in some time. OK KO thankfully escapes thanks to being on hulu, but that may not be forever and they may try this shit with other platforms. For once most of these shows being on netflix in other countries is a lifesaver. And yes you can still find the stuff that's being taken on the internet, piracy can be bad but it can also be a way to preserve stuff, but I should be able to have a legal and fine means of watching Close Enough. I shoudln't hav eto scour for a show just because you want money. I'm still subscribed to hbo max as it's not me who does and it still has enough content.. but if they keep doing this scorched earth nonsense, it's going to leave them with nothing to sell and nothing to buy and no one to buy into thei rshit. and i'm hoping they learn their lesson and ease back before it's too late and one of the best platforms in the streaming wars is gone.

For now though all I can do is wait and hope like hell more things I care about don't die a cruel greedy death.

[the-guilty-writer]

We're All Mad Here

Request from @twwobsessed: Hi I love your writings sm🫶🏻 platonic love and care and comfort is amazing 🥰 Could I request something with Hotch as father figure to a bau reader where he provides a safe place for her to be vulnerable and realize it’s okay to lean on others around her when she’s struggling with her mental health?

Aaron Hotchner x platonic!BAU!reader

Summary: Everyone at the BAU has their days. Hotch lets you know it's okay not to be okay.

A/N: I am, once again, lacking in creative flow at the moment. Title and final line are Alice in Wonderland references because I'm hoping someone will catch onto all the weird little metaphors and things I put into my writing one day and appreciate them like I do

CW: nothing super heavy tbh other than pointing out that everyone who works for the BAU is truamatized, reader hasn't eaten dinner and opts for tea instead.

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You were almost certain that it was Aaron Hotchner’s goal to put together the most unhinged, secretly mentally insane team in the bureau. So certain, in fact, that you would put money on it if someone asked.

At times thought it was the only reason why he hired you; your mandatory psychological evaluations showed someone extremely well-adjusted, or rather someone who knew what others wanted to hear. Your best guess was that he had seen straight through the bullshit on your file and smiled to himself… another misfit to add to his collection.

But that didn’t mean he was wrong about it. The team had the highest rate of solved cases in the country and was considered one of the most elite units in the FBI. “The best profilers, sometimes, are the unsubs themselves,” Rossi had said to you during your first month on the team. All you could do was nod in response and subtly look around at the people you were surrounded by.

If that statement was true, it sure as hell made a lot of sense why you were all so good at your jobs.

There were times when someone on the team’s demons grew a little stronger, or their ghosts got a little louder. You’d already seen it happen with Morgan and Prentiss. JJ did a bit better hiding hers, but sometimes she fiddled with her necklace a little too much. Reid would repeat the words “I’m fine” a few too many times. Garcia would smile with her mouth, but not her eyes. There were days when Hotch’s firm expression faltered. Even Rossi had his moments.

The first time you’d fallen, Morgan warned you it was coming; the initial adrenaline of working the job wearing off, causing exhaustion to take over. “It hits most people around month nine,” he’d said. It didn’t hit you until month sixteen.

You picked yourself back up and since then, you’d been okay- learned to take care of yourself, to breathe, to be still. But life didn’t always make time for stillness, and you could feel yourself falling into the hole again. The demons at the bottom of the pit got more and more demanding, multiplying without ever feeding them a meal.

Or maybe it was just your stomach grumbling. You hadn’t eaten since your lunch break and it was nearly ten at night. Besides yourself, the bullpen was empty. To your knowledge, everyone had gone home hours ago. You should have too, but the more paperwork you finished the more quiet your head would be; the less people would notice how hungry your demons were.

“(Y/L/N),” Hotch’s voice caught your attention. You didn’t know he was still here- his office light was off, the door closed for the night. Yet, he stood just inside the glass doors of the BAU, looking a bit too much like a film noir character in the dim lights.

“Hey Hotch,” you greeted him like this was a usual encounter.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked, walking softly towards your desk.

“I could ask you the same question,” you smirked, trying to evade further questioning.

“I had to be on call with the head of the LA field office,” he said as he moved to sit on the edge of your desk. “You should have gone home hours ago.”

You shrugged. “I wanted to get some paperwork done.” The casualness of your tone and the way you sat back in your chair would have been enough to fool anyone else into thinking you were okay. Too bad you worked with a bunch of profilers.

“You know,” Hotch started. “The call I just got off of in LA was because they were trying to start a unit there to lighten our caseload.”

“I- I didn’t know that.” You wondered if the team would ever take cases on the west coast again, or if life would slow down from here on out.

Hotch sighed. “They’ve been trying for the last three years, but they couldn’t keep a consistent unit. Too many agents were coming in and burning out. They’re terminating the project.”

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

“This job, it isn’t easy,” Hotch’s tone softened. “Every person on the team knows what it’s like to struggle. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, and all of us are here to help.”

You looked down at your fidgeting hands in an effort to avoid Hotch’s gaze, but you could still feel him watching you. When you finally worked up the courage to look at him, your eyes were glassy with tears.

“I’ve been having a hard time recently,” you admitted, voice shuttering in an effort to contain tears. “Just feeling things a little more than usual.”

Hotch looked from you to his closed up office and back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You mimicked his action, glancing to the room. “How much time do you have?”

Hotch was about to reply when your stomach let out a long growl. You looked down, smiling sheepishly. Your boss chuckled a bit. “Maybe we should get you some food first?”

You sighed, knowing you had to put something in your body but not knowing if you'd be able to keep anything down with your anxiety. “I think I'll just have some tea.”

Hotch handed you the key to his office, a sign to go make yourself comfortable in the space while he prepared your drink. “It's always tea time.”

[hainethehero]

TED TALK: STRANGER THINGS 4: STEVE & NANCY

It's not even the fact that I write Harringrove fanfic or that I really ship Steve & Billy because I felt like Season 2 really set them up as enemies to close friends with sexual tension here and there (cough x2 bathroom scene).

But I sincerely hope they're not making them get back together again.

First of all, THIS 👆 is the scene right here that symbolized Steve really letting Nancy go. He missed the idea of being in love and being in love with her. But after season 2, he accepted that she'd wanted Johnathan and had MOVED ON. It showed maturity on both their parts, but esp. For Steve who was going thru this character development of douchebag jock to reliable friend and a goddamn HERO to those kids! Making them get back together ERASES that.

Steve has been a comic relief character for quite some time and I'm kind of tired of it. Season 4 opens with yet ANOTHER scene between him and Robin and ONCE AGAIN, he's looking for someone to date. Brenda, Linda, Heidi etc. It's insulting to the growth his character has gone through.

Why not show him coming into his own? And realizing that he doesn't need to be with anyone? Or maybe he realizes his worth? And that maybe he's not totally useless & one dimensional (the way they portrayed him in S1?

And not only that, but think about how much this voids everything that happened to Nancy and Johnathan in S1, 2 and 3! Nancy and Johnathan worked through a lot of their own issues and eventually got back together again. So now what? Does this mean that Johnathan didn't really mean that much to Nancy even though they've been through hell together? And what about Nancy?

It's a cheap and tacky way of turning Nancy's character into a total badass, & then turning right around in that same light and totally decimating her growth by implying that because she hasn't been getting enough time & commitment from Johnathan, she'll now set her sights back on Steve.

It's bullshit.

[eroticcannibal]

Oh no are we doing the "popular children's program is BASICALLY COCAINE and will LITTERALLY ROT YOUR CHILD'S BRAIN" again?

Didn't happen with teletubbies, didn't happen with spongebob, isnt going to happen with cocomelon. Also instances of childhood neglect leading to noticeable and severe developmental delay like "cant write cus ipad" (in my day it was "cant write because texting") and "cant talk because tv" (that once hasn't changed) remain rare and is not something the majority of kids are ever going to experience. Even when they do, there is usually an underlying cause and the problem would still be there without the presence of the technology, for example a child with speech delay may well engage in echolalia simply because that's how their brain works, and of course its going to relate to YouTube if they watch YouTube. If they didn't they'd copy something else but they wouldn't be speaking in full original sentences. (And lets be real plenty of these are just people jumping to blaming technology instead of accepting that developmental delay is normal and happens. People want to blame things, they don't want to accept they have a child they see as broken). Maybe the evil ipad stopped your kid tying their shoelaces or maybe its actually a hard thing and some people, LIKE ME FOR EXAMPLE, cant do it.

This same scaremongering happens every generation and is always overblown crap. This generation its evil ipads, for mine it was TV. For my mother's it was physical affection. Its bullshit, calm down.

(Also kids are being expected to do things younger and younger when it isn't developmentally appropriate. Like being expected to be physically developed enough to write by hand neatly at nursery age. Which is physically impossible. Thats not ipads their bones haven't grown enough yet. So maybe chill)

(Also also, you might wanna consider how much is you clinging to ways of living just because its normal to you. It took me a while to accept that my child's difficulty with writing does not need to be considered any kind of delay because its 2023 and we have keyboards and screens now. This "problem" actually has zero effect on it ever since adults stopped losing their minds over it. We dont live in a world that requires handwriting anymore. White teachers have also been losing their minds over kids "regressing" during covid for "forgetting how to use knives and forks" when like. Bitch these kids are Indian. They know how to eat they just do it differently and didn't have to assimilate for a year. That's not something to worry about!)

Tl;dr you're falling for the "technology is corrupting the youth and now they are different from us" again.

[scarl3ttjpg]

Back to Square One (01)

Panic rang throughout my body as I shot awake to the sound of my alarm blaring. I groaned and covered my head with my pillow for a moment before begrudgingly slamming the off button. It was summer vacation, and I somehow forgot to turn off my alarm for my 8am class. Hoping to get another hour or two of sleep, I shut my eyes again. After a few minutes, though, I decided that wasn't happening. I slithered out of bed and threw on a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans, grumbling to myself about how this was such bullshit as I trudged down the stairs into the kitchen.

Believe me, I was glad to be home from the summer, but it was going to be exhausting to see... some people. I definitely had some close friends, but I was far from a popular childhood friend for a lot of these people. What can I say, filling people with rage is just one of my talents. It's a bit ridiculous that people are still mad over a game we played in the fourth grade, but oh well. What can you do?

I pulled a chair out from under the table, cringing at the sound it made against the floor. I pulled out my phone and glanced at the time, sighing when I saw it was still only 7:45 in the morning. I opened my texts and decided the most appropriate action for the moment was to be an absolute menace to my brother.

And with that, I could hear my brother's feet thumping down the stairs with excitement as he ran into the kitchen. I will never understand how he can go from asleep to full energy in under a minute. I'm still not even fully awake yet when he pulls out a chair and plops down and looks at me.

"Okay, so we need a plan. What do we want, how are we waking him up, wha'"

"You aren't making the plan," I cut him off. "You're still on plan probation, bozo."

He frowned at me and groaned. "Y/N," he whined. "That was, what, over ten years ago? You're still mad about that?"

"Yes. Anyways... how are we feeling about McDonalds? And I'll just ask dad, you stay down here. We both know he's more likely to say yes to me. Simply because you suck," I laughed, standing up to begin up toward our father's room.

"You're so mean, I don't understand how we're related... And McDonalds is fine I guess."

"Okay, perfect!" I flashed Clyde a quick grin and ran up the stairs and gently knocked on the closed door before pushing it open slowly.

"What do you want," my dad asked. He hasn't been a morning person in years, so I needed to tread this moment carefully. I gently walked closer to the bed where he was sitting up, watching me with a blank expression on his face.

"You know you're a great dad, right? And I missed you when I was away at college for so long..." I began.

"Y/N. What do you want," he asked again, still expressionless.

"Do you think... That maybe you could, I don't know... Get some McDonalds for me and Clyde? I mean, I made the deans list this semester, and Clyde didn't flunk out!"

The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he swung his legs out of the bed and stood up. "Fine. Just this time, though. There is nothing stopping either of you from getting jobs, you know," he groaned. "You could always get your own food."

"Thank you, dad! You're the best," I shouted, heading back down to the kitchen to update my brother on my success.

I grinned at him and simply stated, "I told you I was his favorite."

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[sparklingbluerose]

TWST x Fatui Harbinger! Reader

You are a Fatui Harbinger, one of the most well known and second to none. Beyond realization, you tell a secret about your delusion that everyone did not realize was such a big deal until now.

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A BRAINROT OMG

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TW: Angst, Fluff, Comfort

GN! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Be Made》

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Riddle Roseheart

Let me be honest on this, the moment Riddle was interested in you was when it all went downhill.

When you fought the overblots together, mainly Leona he had always been drawn to the delusion hanging right on your hip. It...mesmerized him.

He always found it cool how you use it on the battlefield, knocking sense into any opponent who went against you. Man, he sure was glad he doesn't remember anything about his overblot at all. It would give him PTSD.

But then he start to notice you start getting more slower in movement and tired. Did you not rest enough? Why isn't your delusion being as vibrant?

Yet when he simply asks, all you replied with had shaken him to his very core. You'll...die?

Regrettably, you told him everything about your delusion and how much you tried to make him stop panicking so much but he just couldn't.

"Please, MC...please. Stop using that delusion; it's draining your life energy. We'll think of other ways to make you fight i promise." He was so hurt about it.

But there was nothing to be done. As long as you kept being stubborn and kept using it your life would be on thin ice.

More unless you DO listen to him he'll be so relieved. This man is whipped for you, having you so bluntly say you'll die to him is literally dumping salt and alcohol on a wound.

Of course, you'd still need to use it when you go back to your world. But this dude would not stop pestering you.

He won't let you take your life. To hell with it, no matter what happens you will live. He swears on it.

"Laws of The Queen of Hearts...Rule #851: "Always take care of MC and bring them tarts everyday."

Leona Kingscholar

Will not take any of the bullshit. You're strong, you beat all the overblots with barely any help and even fought against a literal GOD in your world!

What makes you think you can't fight against this issue? He'd be annoyed at your reasoning, you will not die.

Not unless he's around, he'll always order Ruggie or Jack to check on you to make sure you aren't using that filthy delusion. It's taking away your life and he hates it.

And you allowing it to happen is basically suicide. You helped everyone with their problems, now they'll help you. That's fair right? He finally has someone who sees his worth, who enjoys being around him so much.

Leaving him would tear him apart. Not unless you'd promise you won't use it he'll stop being so ignorant.

Everyone was seriously surprised to notice he hasn't even been sleeping as much as he used to; is this the end of the world!? Goodness, what have you done?

Nap with him everyday, always sit beside him when you have lunch. That'll make him more reassured.

If he had to choose between his life and yours, funny enough, he'll choose you without a doubt. This arrogant lion will be soft for you, so take responsibility.

"Stop resisting, MC. You're being dumb if you actually think any one of us would let you die. You'll be safe here."

It haunted you for days when he said your actual name. Seems he's serious about it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Riddle, he'll be really weary and slightly panic over the news. Of course, you had this conversation before but he didn't think it would happen so soon.

"I am a harbinger. Death can come to me at any given moment so i must be willing." Is what you said.

The way his soul left his body when you said that so calm and bluntly; can't you be more considerate about his poor octo feelings!?

This man will do everythin to keep you from using that dreadful vision. Give you a magic pen, have you use your weapon, quit your job, etc.

At some point, once Jade notices your vision becoming duller he'll probably turn pale as hell.

Would act very calm when confronting you, but internally this man is screaming so hard. Why...? Why didn't you trust him to tell him this before?

Once he feels miserable and out of options, he'll ask you one more time. To understand your decision.

"MC, be honest. Do you really want this..?" It comes off sincere unliks any other time he spoke to you.

If you say no, he'll finally smile and give you a contract. One he made himself. Don't worry, it'll last long. He'll take away your delusion, and in return, stay with him. Please.

Don't leave him all alone. Things were bound to be this way, but it doesn't have to end like this.

If you say yes, well, it doesn't matter. He'll still have you sign the contract either way. You will be free. And together, maybe things can take it's turn for the best too.

Kalim Al-Asim

He'll cry. Like...pretty loud, it had to really take both Jamil and some othed Scarabia students to calm him down.

Like dude, why would you ever want to die? He was scared and broken. It would be heartbreaking to see tears begin to form on his eyes so slowly...

He sobs while hugging your fatui coat so tight you'd have to take it off so he would suddenly rip it apart from his grip.

Jamil would be in a harsh decision. He has to pry Kalim off you and apologize for almost staining your outfit. Of course, it was nothing as you were worried for him.

"But– But it's not fair! We just got to know each other and become best friends, why does this have to be!? Please, don't tell me this is real MC!"

His crying wasn't helping, everyone passing by had to check the commotion too. It would make you cry.

This man would ask everyone he knew no matter the reputation because that's how legit his love for you is. Of course, it was you. So no one refused.

You were a fatui harbinger. You killed others and did so many guilt-eating commissions.

But was it said you have to be a good person just to receive love and care? Happiness and adoration? No. He will make parties for you every week, spoil you with presents, give you cuddles, everything.

He won't leave you alone, not until you never give a single look at that delusion on your waist will he forgive you.

You didn't come to NRC just to make everyone happy, give them unforgettable memories then breal their hearts. No matter what, he promises he won't let you pass.

Vil Schoenheit

Honey, please give him a warning. Don't give him a heart attack nor tears and dried makeup.

This man would most likely look at you with an angry face, telling you not to say such a scary joke until you say it's real. Only then would he snap out of it.

His nervous chuckles and quick responses were enough to tear you apart. You didn't want it but it had to happen.

"MC...please. No, it's not real. Tell me it's a joke." He will much likely be the one mostly to avoid the truth. He distracts himself with other students and makeup so that he can manage to cope through.

But it's you, after all. How long can he even manage to stay put when he knows about your fate?

"..No. I can't let you pass away like this. I will not." His looks could deceive. No matter how much he convinces others he's alright, he'll bound to break again soon.

Rook and Epel had to calm him down before he could make any rash decisions. And so, he'll take a breath and think.

What could he do in a time like this? Of course. Anything to save you from the unbearable pain you seek to live through. He'll look for any spell book, any potion that could stop you from your terrible pain. And it will work.

Then somewhat he'll create one. To strengthen your life span, or to even give you a chance to live...

If anyone or anything dare disrupt the peace he was blessed for with you, he will destroy it.

He will ask everyone and EVERYONE he knows. It doesn't matter who, as long as they can help they will.

He noticed your delusion was beginning to suck your life span by the end of the time. For Seven's Sake, he can't let go of such a precious jewel like you.

Idia Shroud

He thought your delusion was really poggers and wanted to know how it worked. Lol, didn't turn out so well as he thought it would huh...

Fear begins to creep into him, horror and flashbacks returning to his mind about Ortho.

...He shakes his head. No, he can't do the same to you. You are a person, someone too special to be botheted by any other mechanism or robot.

Truth to be told, this guy would be the calmest out of them all believe it or not. He knows you'll die, yes. But he's already felt the pain. It'll be fine to feel it again right? Right..?

He's conflicted of what to do or even to know what to do on such a complicated case. What does the delusion do?

And the slightest panic urges in his body when he asks to see it, finding it barely shining and is just a simple jewelry you can find anywhere in Twisted Wonderland.

Please...help him. Now he can't hold back, he will sob in his room when you aren't there. He will breakdown.

You may say it's not as bad as the others. True, it isn't based on built relationships with you. But if it's based off of his own experience...he will and can feel the most pain.

Slightly in reluctance, he will do all he can to reverse your fate and turn back everything how it should be.

Fellow harbinger or not, you deserve a better life too. And so, he'll attempt to give that life to you no matter how hard.

Malleus Draconia

God forbid him even KNOW about your situation. If he hears about it, no joke, all hell will break loose.

First meeting with you, of course what tied him to you was your strong will and bravery. Had you always been this...nice? Admirable? He doesn't know how to say.

When he saw you beat up some Diasomnia students in less than a single minute he was really impressed.

And perhaps, stirred a certain something in his heart. He admired the sparks, all the magic when you gracefully defeated your opponents. And so swiftly too!

He loved it. You built up the wonderful feelings of warmth in his chest so delicately...

...Only to crush it beyond redemption of your horrendous words and reckless actions.

Why? Was is not ENOUGH for you? Simply torturing his heart with your simple words of retreating, he couldn't believe it. He just stares at you so...wounded.

He never felt this way before. He was powerful, anyone feared him and yet here he was, sad over you.

No, no. He can do this. His child of man was strong and can endure anything. He'll definitely defy the laws of time, break every rule of reality and destiny just for you. He will not accept this and will tell you to keep your delusion.

Somewhere you'll never ever have to see it again. Just as long as you're there, he'll cuddle you in his arms and make sure you're safe and sound with him.

(I wrote this in one shot without even taking a break and it's now 12:25AM, my fingers hurt. Imma sleep bye lol–)