#This was straight traaaaash

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

I have a terrible idea just now.

Do you know those consultants (?) the people who help brides decide on what wedding dresses to get for their wedding day. I feel like Ace would be great at that job. He might not understand aesthetics very well—he finds all that high key boring—but he would put the bride first in every decision he makes. He'd smile and his flirtish side would come out in complimenting the bride to encourage them. He has definitely beat up more than a few annoying entourage.

What if femlaw is a customer one fine day and Ace is absolutely smitten! He knows she's off-limits, like get it together she's getting married, but she's so pretty! Ace loves her pouty lips, piercings, tattoos and slightly muscular shoulders. She's also very shy and timid. To Ace, that meant very cute.

He's determined to help her find the dress of her dreams!

He's happy to see that she seemed to have a good man who's willing to pay whatever she wanted and seemed to treat her affectionately. She deserves that much, anyway. When Ace asked what she wanted for her dress, Law just looked away, very clearly embarrassed. He reassured her that whatever she wanted can't be 'that bad'! She just said she wanted something simple and figure-hugging. Ace said sure and went to work.

After thirty minutes, Ace returned with five dresses for her to try. Ace told her to knock the door three times when she's ready for him to add accessories. Law thanked him and closed the door.

Ace was surprised to hear her knock the door in just ten minutes. He closed his webnovel and walked inside. Fuck- She was stunning. Despite doing this for a living, he never wanted to get married but he was having second thoughts now. To have a beautiful woman willingly dress up, put in effort to feel pretty just to be with you was an honour.

Ace finally understood why some men would simp so hard for their wives. He sure hoped Law's man simped for her. A girl like that isn't common at all!

"Ace, can I be honest with you?" She said. She had only spoken a few words to him up to this point, and they were mostly pleasantries. He was surprised when she stopped him from putting the veil on her head, though he sensed there was a deeper reason than her not liking it. "I don't want to get married. I'm not ready."

"Oh?" Ace knew he looked stupid. "What made you realise that?"

"I knew it when I realised I love this dress," she said softly. Nearly tearing up, she said, "Which is why I don't see myself walking up to him in it. I don't think I love him as much as I think I do."

"What do you want to do? The consult is free, you're not obliged to buy anything-"

"I know. Thank you," she said. They looked at their reflection in the mirror. She looked so tired all of a sudden. She looked like she would pass out from exhaustion. Ace felt bad for her. "To answer you... I don't know. I've wanted to call it off for a while now. Might as well before I sign anything binding."

"How are you going to do that?"

That was when she laughed slightly. Granted it was a sarcastic laugh but Ace ate it up all the same. He knew he was falling for her.

"Again, I don't know. But I'm tired of waiting for a plan," she said. She smiled triumphantly at Ace like she was proud for even saying she wanted to rebel. That's it. Ace was gone. "I'm going to be reckless and I'm going to castrate him and take his money!"

Ace's heart squeezed.

"I'll help," he said easily.

She smiled like she accepted the offer. Ace fell in love for the first time in his life.

[rebeccasweeney]

I had to make this account because your blog comments on your website are broken or something. Everyone loves to bring up the allegations against Melanie and think "Hah gotcha. Won this argument!" but that's ridiculous. You can't just use the allegations to make yourself right. First of all they're debunked up the wazoo. Second, this has nothing to do with that. This has everything to do with you claiming to be sooo passionate about music, but clearly not even giving the artist a chance because you've already decided "THIS IS GONNA BE TRAAAAASH" based on reading a smidge of the lyrics and Melanie's description of the song. I don't even think you read them though because you claim there's no metaphors and it's all straight forward. I just told you a metaphor in the song and you're like "hah ok. silly melanie fan." I've never seen anyone so objectively wrong and ignorant. All you had to do was listen to the song and use a little bit of 5th grade English knowledge to see there are definitely metaphors. You can't expect music by women to be tailored to you just because you're a woman. There's also so much more to the song than just sex on her period, but you wouldn't know that..cause you don't care lol.

A Roundtable Discussion on Heavy Metal (and Melanie)

A few days ago, my boyfriend sent me a link to Lil Pump’s recent smash hit “Pump Rock x Heavy Metal” saying, and I quote, “DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS.” But it’s hard to not forcefully contaminate myself to music that is atrocious to make the good music all the more worthwhile. That’s how dedicated I am to my love of music.

Besides, I was meaning to explore this on my own anyways after hearing Lil Pump’s glorious, glorious weird scream-grunt noise on an Instagram story. Let’s review whether or not Mr. Gucci Gang is able to elevate two of rock’s most iconic subgenres to the modern age.

“Bob” help us.

The intro is, fittingly, the most stereotypical take on punk rock possible, and is probably most similar to what disconnected old farts think all punk rock sounds like. Mediocre Generica was the title of a (much more sonically interesting, if guilty pleasurable) Leftöver Crack album, and it fits here. Upon further reserach, last.fm tagged this song as rock, metal, nu metal, rap metal, drone metal avant-garde, beatdown hardcore, AND crossover thrash, so maybe my aural analysis is subpar. Maybe all this time I was actually the musical equivalent of one of those people who gets repulsed by eating anything better than McDonald’s and I had no idea. If so, I feel ashamed.

In this striking vein, I’ll give the rest of the song some credit: the production is actually interesting! Sonically, it’s more interesting and attention-grabbing than a lot of the more recent music I’ve heard, with an intense throbbing bass line that I particularly like. Too bad it’s got Lil Pump singing over it. I love having to hear scrawny men with awful hair sing about emo bitches and having a dagger dick, which is extremely disturbing. He calls himself a narcissist in this song, which makes sense with how self-indulgent and oblivious to common sense the lyrics are. As a complete outsider to the whole “emo rap” or whatever scene, I’m kind of fascinated by the repeated motif of wrist-slitting throughout the song - if this song is declaring itself “heavy metal,” does this mean that all those sensational news reports from the eighties about how those poor teens were beckoned to kill themselves because a Judas Priest song told them to, were actually true? It’s hard to overlook lyrical content when someone has such an awful voice.

This song seems to have been created for people who enjoy the concept of punk rock and heavy metal, but don’t have much knowledge in anything beyond the sloganeering and looking like you have street cred. I doubt Lil Pump has much knowledge past that regard either, or has any interest in going beyond it in his music.

I had been meaning to write this post for a short while, but I kept getting busy. But yesterday morning, the Instagram algorithm similarly offered me another current music faux pas that my masochistic brain just had to subject myself to, and I just had to get something about it out there. This time, it was a paragraph Melanie Martinez had written explaining one of the songs on her new album, because her fans are apparently too dumb to be able to come to their own conclusions about the meaning of her songs. She says:

This is obviously the best thing to be reading while you’re preparing breakfast. Funnily enough, Lil Pump also alludes to period sex in his previously mentioned song.

I read the lyrics, which I refuse to link because they’re stupid, and I listened to as much of the song I could stand, which wasn’t very much. It sucked. You know when you only read the lyrics to a song and you come up with your own musical accompaniment in your head? I knew it wasn’t going to be as good as my brain’s assumptions, but I was stunned. You would think that an artist who is supposedly going through some radical image change would make music that similarly pushes boundaries, not just something created solely to be covered on a ukulele. It was one of the most mild mannered, unoffensive sounding songs I’d ever heard.

As for the lyrical content, it is sad to me how Melanie could not even come up with a basic metaphor to convey her idea. Like Little Pumperton, who uses the usual guns-and-cars flexing to communicate masculine hood prowess, Mel resorts to the most basic, blatant concepts to get across her point of being…a woman who exists and does things, I guess. As a cisgender young female, I technically should be on this song’s side, but it only comes off as condescending. I don’t need something that is completely natural and familiar to me explained to me in such, er, explicit terms. (“Womb shedding.” Gag.)

If I’m somewhere near the target audience for Melanie’s music in terms of my age and sex, then I’d say we deserve better. Young women can think for themselves and don’t need to be spoon-fed a fourteen year old’s concept of lyrical depth in order to feel “empowered.” Neither do young men need watered down portrayals of material wealth, hoe-wrangling, and glorified self harm. In today’s world, everyone fears being misunderstood. But the answer to that should not be undermining people’s intelligence and spoon-feeding them lowest common denominator nonsense. People should be allowed to bring their own interpretations to the songs they listen to and not have everything spelled out to them. Nuance and complexity are good things, and they should be present in what we see, read, and listen to. We should be encouraged to think critically about what we consume.

If we don’t, then…well, I guess we let songs like these take the world by storm.

[mads-weasley]

I've Got You

Marc Spector x Wife!Reader

Masterlist

MOON KNIGHT EP. 3 SPOILERS BELOW

A/N: To say I'm in love with Moon Knight is an understatement. I was already in love with Oscar Isaac, but now it's reached a whole other level! This is kinda trash, but it's okay! I do not own any of these characters except (y/n)! Enjoy!

Summary: While visiting Sinfu's sarcophagus at Mogart's in order to get the coordinates to Ammit's tomb, something goes wrong and Marc is forced to deal with his only weakness; you.

Warnings: oscar isaac, violence, mentions of death, blood, hospitals?

y/n - your name

y/n/n - your nickname

y/h/c - your hair color

Khonshu's Voice - bold

Steven's Voice - italics

This was not how (y/n) and Marc thought the night was going to go. It was supposed to be a simple in and out mission to discover the coordinates of Ammit's tomb, but clearly, things did not go according to plan. Right after Marc, well, really his alter Steven, started figuring out the map, Anton's men caught onto their act and took the couple hostage.

Then Arthur Harrow and his goons showed up. The whole time he was doing his speech about Ammit and her powers, (y/n) couldn't help but wonder why Marc hadn't summoned the suit yet. Glancing over to him, she raised her eyebrows with widened eyes, silently asking the question on her mind. It was like he was waiting on her queue.

"Hey, he's gone." announced one of the guards.

"Where is he?" another asked.

(Y/n) looked up at the metal structure in front of her, smirking when she saw her husband in the suit. Within 5 seconds, he had taken out the goon holding her and two others on his way down. Everything after that seemed like a blur.

Before long, Marc was caught up in the horse ring while (y/n) was in an intense fight with Anton's right hand man in front of the sarcophagus. She dodged a punch to the jaw and caught sight of Marc. What she saw made her freeze. In this moment of weakness, the man grabbed her and threw her against the metal structure. Landing in a heap, (y/n) looked back at Marc and knew she had to help him. She reached up, dismantling her neckpiece into two daggers before charging the man and piercing his chest with both blades.

Running towards the horse ring, she grabbed the man's discarded gun and hopped over the fence into the circle. Marc was being held down by three men who had impaled him with spears the trainers had been using. Seeing one riding towards him, she easily took him out with a single shot.

"Marc!" She yelled, running towards him.

"No! (Y/n), look out!"

His warning was too late as Anton, who was on a horse, bashed (y/n) in the head with the blunt end of a spear. She instantly crumpled to the ground and Marc thought his head was going to explode with anger. The suit disappeared from around his face as he cried out for her.

"(Y/n)!"

Unphased, Anton rode and grabbed another spear, intending on finishing off the woman right before Marc's very eyes. With a smirk aimed at her husband, he turned towards the (y/h/c). With glowing eyes, Marc's mask formed over his face once again. Something snapped inside him, and in seconds, he had broken free of the spears holding him down and taken out all three of the men.

Anton stared at Marc for a few seconds before he made his move. As he started riding full speed towards her, Marc took off as well, promising himself that he'd make it in time. The two men were mere feet apart when Marc was able to haphazardly pull her away from Anton's path. After making sure she was out of harm's way, he quickly took Anton out, throwing one of his crescent daggers into his back.

Now that the threat was gone, he returned to his normal form and hurried over to his wife's unmoving body.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked, rolling her over onto her back. When he got no response, his hands moved gently around her face, shaking it ever-so slightly. It looked like she was peacefully sleeping, and that's what scared him the most.

"Come on sweetheart, wake up."

After a few moments, her eyes slowly fluttered open, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Smoothing back her hair lovingly, he helped her sit up.

"Can you stand?" Marc asked.

(Y/n) nodded shakily, trying to pull herself to her feet. Just as soon as she managed to get upright, her knees buckled. Her vision went blurry as she tried to grasp out at thin air, or anything, really, to stop her from-

Marc caught her before she hit the ground, helping her sit back down. "S-sorry," (Y/n) stutters, "I-"

Trying not to show his concern, he calmly rubs her hair once again. "It's okay." As her eyes started to close, he quickly moved his hand to cup her cheek. "You're okay. You're okay...Baby, what's wrong?"

He could barely understand her as she slurred. "I don' kno-" before finally drifting back to unconsciousness. His heart felt as if it was in his stomach. He had only recently been reunited with (y/n) after a very long while, and he refused to lose her again. Quickly, he checked for a pulse and thankfully found one.

Shifting her where she was leaned up against him, he cradled her head in his hands, praying she'd wake up. He pulled his hand back and almost threw up at the sight. It was covered with blood.

"No, no, no," he panicked, getting a look at the injury. Her normally beautiful (y/h/c) hair was now stained with the dark red substance.

Steven's anxious voice made an appearance. "Oh no, oh no, she needs to get to a hospital right now."

In a split second decision, Marc gently picked her up bridal style, heading for the closest way off the island. Looking down at her, his eyes started to burn with unshed tears. "You're gonna be okay, (y/n/n). It's okay. I've got you."

A voice boomed in his head. "Marc. What are you doing?"

Khonshu.

"I'm getting her to a hospital."

"You can't do that. If Arthur Har-"

Spinning around to face the god, Marc sneered. "I don't care about him. I care about my wife."

~

The pungent smell of hospital disinfectant stung his nostrils as he slumped in the bedside chair of the small room. Marc hadn't left his wife's side since she got moved to a room after they stitched her up. The doctors said she had a concussion, but would be fine with rest. Now he was just waiting for her to wake up.

Careful of her IV, he gently wrapped his hand around hers, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against the top of her hand. Thinking back on all the dangerous situations he had ever been in as a mercenary, he had never been scared, but when he saw (y/n) go down, he had never been more scared in his life.

The tears that had formed on his waterline finally came trickling down his face as he stared at his lap. "I'm so sorry, (y/n/n). I should've protected you. I know I haven't been there for you a-and this is the exact reason why. I didn't want you getting hurt." Rubbing his free hand slowly down his face, he continued, "I love you too much to see you lying in a hospital bed because of me. I ca-"

"You finished?" a raspy voice interrupted.

"Thank you." Steven said, " I couldn't take that any longer!"

Ignoring the Brit, his eyes sapped up to hers, a smile spread across his face as he whispered. "Hey, you. How're you feeling?"

"Like I got hit in the head by a spear." she quipped

Marc grimaced. "I'm surprised you remember that." His face turned serious. "You really scared me."

"It's not your fault. I heard the last bit of your "confession" and I don't want to hear anymore of it. Honestly, I just want to go back to sleep. My head is killing me."

He started getting up. "Okay, I'll leave you alone."

"Whoa, mister. You didn't let me finish."

"Alright," he chuckled.

"The only other thing I want more than a nap is for you to hold me. Luckily, I think we can kill two birds with one stone here."

Folding back the covers, a smiling Marc climbed in next to his wife and wrapped her in his strong arms. She yawned. "I missed this. I missed you, Marc."

"I missed you so much." He paused, "I love you, but go to sleep. You need it."

"I love you to the moon and back."

His heart warmed at the old joke between them, but before he could answer, he could hear her soft snores. With a chuckle, he kissed her temple.

"I've got you. To the moon and back."

[luststricken]

can all the girls just couple up together please?

[msmkcreates]

I know it's the fourth and all and I have to go be social with DH's fam but I feel so shitty right now ugh

Luckily they're really nice about letting people rest up and they always have something on hand for whatever ailment you have. I don't even know what ailment I have but bleh...i hope it goes away soon.

[commajade]

helloooo! i wanted to say that i started watching 2521 cuz i saw your posts about it and i was so interested cuz 🌈 also love your blog sm! i wanted to know what u thought of the ending?? 👀

hello!!! hope u enjoyed it!!

lmao the ending was traaaaash like i can see how it built up to that but intl and korean ppl alike were just like what the fuck was that????? for me it was rly 정 떨어저 inducing like the last couple episodes just took me out of the story so bad i didn't care about the show anymore??? but looking back i had such a good time until then i still like the show overall i think lol.

honestly in a better world it would've been yurim/heedo romantic ending and heedo/yijin trying out dating and breaking up which is literally what did in fact happen. like heedo's husband never even showing up is so weird like yurim could be minchae's dad actually it's hilarious. weird ending overall especially the 9/11 plot it hit me like a truck the way they've been foreshadowing that and i just disregarded it it's kind of hilarious how they used occidentalism just represent the US without any care at all for a v south korean narrative about that historical event it was interesting. also a mutation/manifestation of netflix's impact in skorean media industries rn i think.

this show was like 3 gay indie films rolled into one straight kdrama it was a hell of a ride and i deeply enjoyed like 90% of it!

[steponmepinkjun]

TMI: one time while I was in my junior year of high school I decided I was going to experiment with my sexuality (newsflash I'm actually straight) but the girl I was seeing made out with me in the art teachers office, which was my first kiss, and then we went to a movie and we ended up fully on top of each other in the middle of greatest showman and to this day idk what the plot of the movie is

One time I was talking about how bad I wanted to go to summer camp with one of my friends, and we ended up scissoring. It also became the experience that taught me I am a BOTTOM, bitch, I like to 1) show up and 2) lay there looking pretty, STARFISH on these hoes lmfao. But that honestly sounds like SUCH an improvement because that movie was traaaaash garbagio babe

[itsanerdlife]

Ok I'm dying, your first full story with Howie isn't even done being posted yet I'm seeing you talk about more stories with him?? I am so here for this, Howie is literally my fav 😍 and you are such a doll for writing him

Eeeeeep!!! Yes he has two full series completed!!

I’m straight up traaaaash for this boy! I mean ugh! I’m so in love with him! Besides he needs some catching up with the others.

I’m so glad y’all love my oc. Honestly that means the world to me!

[chaoticwiitch-blog]

Guidelines

Hello Everyone! My name is EISH and I am the person behind this here blog! I am 25 years old. I live in the Canadas, timezone is EST. Just in case anyone finds these rules familiar I have scooped them off a friend, and she does know about it. So without further ado let’s get in to this.

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THE SHIPS THEY ARE COMING. oh lord. Okay. so I am like — shipping traaaaash ask any one who talks to me for five minutes. If I can find a way to ship the muses, I will. And nine times out of ten, I will straight up tell you. NOW it doesn’t ALWAYS have to be romantic shipping, but still ships. I love them. I captain them. I want them all, so like come at me bro. Wanda is DEMISEXUAL/PANROMANTIC. I don't personally ship wanda & vision, but i mean --- it's part of her mcu canon thing, i'll include it as like a PAST thing, if anything.

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[etherealnoir]

Straight theater boys are traaaaash. They really think they’re special.

[gravityquirked-blog]

       uraraka, attempting to do a Solid bakugou impression:

  ❛ GIMME YOUR TRAAAAASH !! ❜

       ...

       ... she couldn’t keep a straight face for long.

[mjoriginals]

Straight men are traaaaash thanks

[chuckieeluxe]

Work was traaaaash. I spent the past half of my shift drinking rum straight out of wine glass just to make it through like. The fuck is wrong with white people this week????