#Yep. I called myself out too on my bullshit.

[shinsources]

I feel the need to make a post talking about what's been going on lately. I've come to notice that the Tumblr RPC is getting more and more toxic by the day. The problem isn't just one person.

IT'S EVERYONE.

Yes, you read that correctly. It's everyone. Me, you, our roleplaying partners, everyone. It's literally everyone. And the fact that WE ARE ALL contributing it — intentional or nor — is a biiiiig problem. Because I know I've been guilty of it over the past nearly month and I'll be the first to admit to it.

YES. You are entitled to roleplay with whoever you want and whenever you want. You know who your muse meshes well with and you are clearly comfortable with the mun.

NO. You cannot say "I roleplay with all of my mutuals! I want more interactions!" only to then roleplay with the same five people and ignore the other three people who responded to your Open Starter.

YES. You are entitled to send anons to ask questions, state your opinions, and communicate with people.

NO. You cannot use the anon feature to send malicious messages and purposely drag their name into the ground.

Friendly reminder that everyone is a stranger to you at one point or another. The three people you ship with? There was a time you didn't know them and you had to actually speak to them for the first time.

And friendly reminder that anon isn't a privilege ... it's a right. Just because freedom of speech exists doesn't necessarily mean you're allowed to abuse it. There's a time and place for it. I'll give some examples.

ANIME.

Oh, you don't like my favorite anime?? HOW DARE YOU, YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!! YOU SHOULD GO KILL YOURSELF!! That's not the way to go.

Hey, I've noticed that you not a big fan of my favorite anime and that's totally okay!! I was just wondering why you don't like it because I love seeing other people's perspectives on things?? That's the way to go.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

Ew. Your OC is so overpowered and off-putting and is TOTALLY a Mary Sue. That's so gross. It's no wonder nobody roleplays with you. That's not the way to go.

Hey, I've been looking through your blog and I've come to notice that I haven't seen you post any flaws about your OC which makes them look like a Mary Sue and that's a bit off-putting. So I was wondering if they have any flaws?? If so, what are they and can you go into extensive detail about them?? That's the way to go.

CANON MUSES.

The fact that you have managed to ruin a perfectly good character is so off-putting and gross. You should just leave Tumblr and never come back. That's not the way to go.

Hey, we might have different views and headcanons with YOUR MUSE but I want you to know that you're valid and that your take on things are super interesting. I can't wait to roleplay with you! That's the way to go.

People are allowed to have their own beliefs, opinions, and the whole nine yards. But don't go out of your way to shit on people just because you don't agree with them. Instead, HARDBLOCK them and find someone else to interact with. It's simple as that. That's why the BLOCK BUTTON exists for a reason. If you find them uncomfortable and can't bring yourself to have a civil conversation with them then you should definitely just HARDBLOCK them, plain and simple.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 22

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Bucky and the reader start a heart to heart.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of witchcraft, past trauma.

You keep your hands down, watching them as they shake, as Bucky drives you home. His eyes flicker between your face, the road ahead and your hands.

"You OK?" He asks.

"I'm not sure." You reply, your voice full of uncertainty.

"Look, what she said..."

"I don't want to talk about it." You say abruptly, rubbing the tears from your face. Buck sighs in response.

"Sorry." You whisper.

"You don't need to be sorry. You don't want to talk about it, so that's on me, but I need you to know none of what she said is true and it won't stop Steve wanting you."

"You don't know that." You reply, your gaze now out the window.

"I do."

You can't help but role your eyes.

"Y/N, I know Steve. I've known that punk since we were knee high on a playground. I know everything about him. It's the reason I'm the beta of the pack. I can read that kid like a book, and I know how much it tore him apart when he was rejected, and I know he'd never do that to you."

"But that's the thing, you know Steve, you don't know me James."

Bucky tries to ignore the pull in his chest when he hears you call him by his first name.

"Well, I know now that your mother's an asshole."

"Not just my mother."

"Your dad too?"

"My biological dad, I don't even know him. My stepfather, I don't even know where to start."

"Start at the beginning."

"I'm not drunk enough for that and you don't have all day to listen to my bullshit."

"I've got time. and you've brought vodka."

You shook your head and let out a huff.

"You're not going to let this go are you? You're not going to give up? Any of you?"

"I can't speak for that bunch of idiots but I can speak for myself, and for Steve." He paused and reached over to squeeze your hand. "They didn't give up on me, and I'm not giving up on you."

You looked down at his hand on yours and pulled yours away.

"You shouldn't have done that, I could of hurt you."

"But you didn't, plus your hands aren't shaking anymore."

Your brow furrowed and you looked down to see he was right.

"You seem confused babydoll?"

"It's normally harder than that."

"Well according to Sam, and it kills me to use that idiot as a reference," he smirked, "but he said its usually easier for a witch to control things when they're with their pack, and I know Wanda has definitely been more settled since she became part it."

"Wanda, that's Natasha mate? Pietro's sister?"

"Yeah, her and Nat are kinda busy at the minute."

You smirked.

"Oh I know I can smell them all the way up here."

Bucky let out a chuckle.

"Yeah I think her shielding needs work. Maybe you can help her with that?"

"Maybe." You shrugged.

"I have a question."

"You seem to have a lot of those."

"Actually, I haven't asked you that much at all little miss luna." He replied, a glint in his eye. You rolled your eyes. "So, can I ask?"

"About what?"

"Is it true you put a shield over the whole damn town? In Queensborough?"

"Oh my goddess, is that really your question?"

"Yep, look I've served right, I seen shields, seen witches on the frontline. I've seen Wanda use them here and there, and Loki, but we try not to talk about him. Anyway, they said, I heard it was the whole town."

"From who?"

"A contact from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Oh that Fury guy?"

Bucky laughed hard.

"What? Why are you laughing?"

"That 'Fury guy' is the Director or S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Well, he should do his job better." You shrugged. Bucky laughed again.

"You're right, he should." He laughed. You watched as his face lit up with a smile, and his eyes creased with laughter. He really was a beautiful beta. Bigger than any you had ever met and built very differently to Billy but there was something about him you couldn't shake. You felt your cheeks heat and pulled your eyes away. Looking around you realised you were home. Well, your current home, Stark's cottage. Sam pulled up in your car, parking it back in your original space next to the cottage. He stepped out and made his way to the passenger side of the truck. You put the window down as he approached.

"You OK?" He asked. You nodded in reply.

"I'm sorry for causing a scene back there. If I embarrassed you..."

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on a second there babygirl. You did not embarrass us." Sam told you.

You looked down at your hands.

"But"

"But nothing. You didn't embarrass us. Now, do you need to release some of that energy because I know a couple of spots that Pepper wanted plants." He smiled, pulling open the door for you. "Do you know how to do that? Push into the ground, make plants and all that?"

"I do, I've not done it in a while though." You replied, thinking back to your lessons with Cordelia and Fiona.

"You've got this babygirl." He replied, as he helped you from the truck.

Sam guided you around to the back of the cottage and into the back garden, which you'd yet to venture into. Bucky followed closely behind, his hand soon finding the small of your back. As you looked between them both, you couldn't help but feel at ease. They weren't scared of your powers and if anything, they seemed to embrace it. Being in the military they'd seen witches in all shapes and sizes, and had probably fought with them and against them. So had Billy and Frank, but even they had been suspicious of you to begin with. It was the reason Frank had gone looking for you when he'd heard the rumours around town that you were there and why he asked what you wanted in exchange for helping them at the docks the day of the accident. Sure things had changed quite quickly, but there was something about Sam and Bucky being unfazed, being so accepting that warmed your heart.

Maybe you should talk to Steve.

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TAGLIST

@animegirlgeeky @mrsevans90 @slut4rogers @jvanilly @otterlycanadian @neocity-mel @jessjessmarvelandhp @littletomboy2

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for cutting off my mentally unstable friend without any explanation whatsoever?

(🧠🌩️ so i can find it)

tw for abuse and cheating mentions

ok typing out that title makes me feel like i might be TA to, like, some degree but just hear me out first.

i (19, f) was in my first semester of college when i met rachel (20). we shared a class and grew to be friends over our shared nerdy interests. i admittedly didn't really like her that much at first and didn't consider her to be that close of a friend. she was really just someone to talk to when class got boring or we had a break or something.

i was actually kinda regretting talking to her at all because i clocked that she was a little unstable almost immediately; she was very quick to anger and constantly talked about fighting people that had ""wronged"" her (which included our professor who she was convinced was out to get her for some reason?? idk why our prof was a really nice lady), constantly trauma dumped without asking (i'm talking like early into our relationship too. first day we met she was ranting about her abusive mother and her childhood trauma and stuff), and always found a way to turn the focus of the conversation about her any time i tried to talk about myself or anything that wasn't our shared interests. the only reason i gave her my number is bc she asked for it and i didn't know how to turn her down without hurting her feelings--i'd been planning on ghosting the second our class ended.

so we continued to talk/text for like a year and (at her insistence) met up for lunch in between class the following semester. i warmed to her a little at this point so it wasn't too bad; at the very least her constant drama gave me something to talk about with my real friends, and like i said i didn't really know how to cut her off in a way that wouldn't start something.

so time goes on and she shuffles through a few boyfriends--all who either cheated on her or were inattentive/verbally abusive. she constantly asked me for advice, which was confusing bc she never listened to it? like she asked me if she should take back her ex who cheated on her 3x and i said "no that sounds like an awful idea" and then she exploded at me and screamed that i could 'go fuck myself' and to 'stay the fuck outta her business bc it's her fucking life and not mine'. but then the minute he (predictably) cheated on her again and dumped her guess who had to sit with her on the phone for 2 hours while she cried? yep. me!

this kinda bullshit continued all the way up to a few months ago. she met a new guy, told me all about how he was "the one" and "he's gonna be different this time" blah blah blah. at this point i genuinely stopped giving a fuck about her and her problems. the only reason i hadn't cut her off was because my other friends loved hearing about her drama secondhand and i admittedly did enjoy making fun of her with them. which i know is kinda shitty but at least she'll never find out about it?

anyways, shit starts to get particularly juicy bc two months into rachel's relationship with this new dude he proposes. and she accepts (?!!) not only that but she informs me (not asks. INFORMS) me that i will be a bridesmaid. and i panicked and just said "uhhh cool i'm so happy for you!!" so this is the point where i decide that i need to end this relationship bc having to attend her wedding is just not something i wanna be apart of and i felt that if i went through with that it would solidify our ''friendship'' in her mind and i'd never be rid of her.

so i stop responding to her texts as frequently and began ducking her calls. didn't have to stop initiating bc i never initiated convos with her in the first place. i'd answer every once in a while bc she would start spamming that she was having ""emergencies!!!"" which. they never were true emergencies; she just wanted to vent about her fiance and his shitty family or something his ex-wife did to piss her off (her fiance was like 20 and divorced twice with three kids. YIKES) and i'd listen until she got tired of talking and ended the call. not once did she ever ask about me btw. at this point she wasn't even to pretend to care about me or my life; i was just her dumping grounds for all her trauma and venting.

i thought she might've got the message that we were done bc she hadn't texted for like a month, but a few days ago i recieved a message that said something like "omg i haven't heard from you in a while, are you okay??" and. i'm not sure if i can put into words the sheer amount of exasperation and annoyance those words filled me with. like i could tell right off the bat it was just a ploy so she could get me talking and then vent and saddle me with all her stupid emotional bullshit. so i blocked her, finally. this shouldn't cause any problems bc she dropped out of school last semester (she was failing so she decided to start her own business).

the thing is, i know that she's mentally not well. she is very erratic and immature, add that to the fact that she's gone through a lot of trauma throughout her life and the end result is a deeply flawed person. at the same time i'm not responsible for her mental health and continuing to play friends with her what i don't even like her in the first place seems disingenuous. but she's got abandonment issues, so me doing this is probably gonna hurt her. although me being honest and saying that i can't stand her and her drama anymore probably wouldn't feel any better.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[issdisgrace]

I love your works!! Can I please request a fluff fic of poly ghost soap and ftm reader?

AFTER A LONG DAY

WARNINGS: None

A/N: The reader being ftm takes a little bit of a back seat but i still think you will like anon and sorry if you dont

It had been a long, tiring day, and all I wanted to do was to curl up in between Johnny and Simon and sleep. I sigh as I open the apartment door. Finally, in the comfort of home. I shut and lock the door behind me before taking my shoes off, setting them in their spot on the shoe rack. 

“I’m home.” I call out as I head into the kitchen to get a snack. Looking in the fridge, there’s nothing my stomach is deeming appetizing, so I close the fridge only to get jumped scared by Simon.

“Goddamnit Simon, what the fuck have I told you about jump scaring me?”

“Sorry.”

“Sigh, it’s ok. Where’s Johnny?”

“He’s in the bedroom under way too many blankets. He’s also been forcing me to watch The Golden Girls.”

“Sounds nice.”

“I guess.” Simon says, wrapping his arms around me. I rest my head on his chest as he gently moves my hair off my forehead to give me a kiss there. 

“You had a rough day at work, didn’t you?” He asks. 

“Yeah, the manger been of her bullshit and kept dead naming me today. I’m gonna report her tomorrow to the boss. I don’t think he’ll be too happy with her, considering he has a trans son.” 

“Hmm, maybe he’ll finally fire her.”

“I can only hope.”

“Wheres my love.” Johnny says as he walks toward us. I smile at Johnny and open my arms for him. He hugs me tightly, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. Simon wraps his arms around the both of us, a small smile on his face.

“I love you guys.” I say.

“Love you too, Y/n.” Simon says out.

“Ew that’s gay.” Soap jokes.

“Yep, and if you're not careful, we’ll spread it to you.” I joke back. Simon lets out a little laugh. 

“But in all seriousness, I would like to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable.” I say.

“Ooo then we can watch golden girls together.” Johnny says excitedly.

“Ughh please no more.” Simon groans.

“We both know you like golden girls.” Johnny says.

“He’s right Simon. Now both of you please unhand me please.” They both groan as they let go of me.

“Thank you.” I say as I start towards the bedroom. Walking into the bedroom I head to closet I pick out one of Simon’s sweatshirts and nab a pair of Johnnys shorts. Stripping, I quickly change, throwing my dirty clothes into the hamper. Walking out of the closet, Johnny and Simon are already in bed waiting for me, enough space in between them for me. Crawling over Johnny, I plop myself in the middle of them.

“You’re so handsome.” Johnny says he cuddles into my side.

“You’re very handsome too, Johnny.”

“No, you’re the most handsome-est man I have ever met in my whole life.” I laugh at Johnny, shaking my head a little.

“I’m not so sure about that Johnny, Simon’s pretty handsome.” 

“He’s pretty, you’re handsome.” 

“You hear that Simon, you’re pretty.”

“Hmm, I heard,” Simon says, more focused on looking for a show that wasn’t the golden girls. Truly not wanting to spend another couple hours watching it. 

“Its true Simon is pretty and you're handsome, very handsome and your voice has been dropping and your growing facial hair, so how couldn’t I think you're the handsome-est man I have ever met?”

“I’m flattered, Johnny.”

“He’s right, you know,” Simon says, giving me a kiss on my head.

“Thank you both. I appreciate it.”

“It’s no big deal and besides, we love you and we are so proud of you.” Johnny says.

“Very proud you’ve come a long way in your transition so far.” Simon adds.

“Thank you, the both if you. I fucking love the both of you so much.” I say before giving both of them a kiss. 

“We love you two,” Johnny and Simon say in a weird synchronicity. 

“Well, because you both love me so much, can I get some more kisses?”

“We can do that.” Johnny says as he gives me a kiss.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hey what about the time when I Like You JK realised that mc is more than just a hollow barbie? What bought him to this realisation? Also I'm sooo loving shy kook XD

When he walks in, he's greeted by.. pink.

A lot of pink.

Your curtains, the counters and and cupboards on the walls of your open kitchenette, the pillows on your little couch, the small heart-shaped carpet in front of it. There's stuffed animals everywhere as well, a folded up mattress and neatly folded blankets in a corner, and he assumes you must pack it up like this after sleeping every day. Your apartment is tiny, after all. There's not much space whatsoever- your living space basically compacted into one big room.

He's not really that surprised. Your apartment, at the first glance, looks exactly like you. Cute, girly, colorful, a little chaotic.

But as he looks closer, things become a bit more.. detailed.

You're off to fetch a towel for his rain-soaked hair, and he's careful not to have his clothes drip all over your floor as he walks around a tiny bit. There's numerous cooking books on a shelf near the kitchen, some in different languages even. Another bookshelf near your TV is absolutely packed with mangas, novels, and many books titled things like 'intelligence of household pets' and others with foreign names.

It's only now that he realizes, he's never actually asked what you did for a living. What your hobbies were. You knew that about him- but he himself knew basically nothing about you.

"There we go!" You chirp, playfully dropping the babypink towel onto his head, making him jump a moment. "I've got a suuper oversized simple shirt here, and a pair of Jimin's sweatpants he forgot ages ago. Just put your clothes in the dryer in the bathroom, I'll turn it on after you're done changing." You tell him, walking towards your couch to grab the TV remote, zapping through the channels.

He's quiet all the way until late, when you're both sitting on that couch, watching the evening news.

"What.. I never asked what your job is." Jungkook wonders, and you look at him at that, a bit surprised it seems.

"I'm an animal behavior consultant." You tell him, and his eyes widen. "I basically.. you know, people give me their cats and dogs and I tell them what the problem is. And how to fix it. If you can fix it." You shrug, reaching out to grab a snack.

"Did you have to study for that?" He wonders, interested now.

"Yep!" You chirp. "Got a masters, wanted to be a vet first but man, I would bawl my eyes out every time I had to put a pet down." You joke. "So I went for a different route, pissed off my parents by studying 'bullshit' as my dad called it, and got a certificate and stuff." You easily tell, not at all with a bragging tone or anything else.

You're pretty.. nonchalant about it.

"That's.. pretty impressive." He says.

"I know!" You laugh. "People think I do onlyfans or something most of the time, but I don't." You giggle to yourself. "Although I did sell feet-pics on discord when I was still studying.." You hum to yourself, making Jungkook himself chuckle. "Hey, a girl gotta pay her bills!" You say, hitting Jungkook next to you on his thigh. "Geez- are you made of only muscle? What the fuck is that?!" You dramatically exclaim, poking his thigh.

"I just.. work out." He mumbles a bit shy, feeling a bit insecure. Do you not like guys like him? Is he intimidating to you? Do you like softer guys more?

And why does he care about that?

"I just work out" You imitate him. "I work out too and my thighs don't feel like that! Though that might also be the three packs of ramyon I shoved into myself last night.." You mumble, poking at your own, way softer flesh.

"You're fine." He reassures softly. "I like your body." He offers- before he turns bright red, realizing what he just blurted out like an idiot.

"Oh damn, Jungkook!" You laugh, playfully shoving your body into his side. "Making moves, my guy!" You say, making him move his head away from you. "I like your body too- well, from what I can tell underneath your baggy clothes." You shrug, and he looks back at you with a mix of wonder and also.. insecurity.

"Yeah well.. I like your.. you know, everything else too." He says.

"Are you confessing to me right now?" You ask, and he shakes his head defensively. "No worries, I was only joking." You tell him, before leaning against him again, watching the TV.

Leaving him mildly disappointed in himself.

Because he kind of wishes he did just confess.

But maybe he just needs a bit more time.

[evilfloralfoolery]

Along Came Fire - Avery/Blair, Pt. 2

A lot more snz and misery in this lol. Avery showing her true colors. Blair being unbearably into it. Both of them wondering about the other. Plz enjoy my hasty edit! :)

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By the time the heaters in the stadium get the memo, the set is over and Blair has had just about enough of this frigid bullshit.  

He’d managed to fend off whatever fuckery his sinuses were concocting during the performance, but now, it’s gotten to the point where no amount of shallow breathing and nose rubbing will do the trick. His body has just had enough of him.

And the feeling is fucking mutual. 

Blair cringes against his knuckled fingers with a flash of teeth. "HhhRISSCH! –RIIHHHSSCHuh! EKTSSCH! UhhhCHHSSSH!" He pauses, breath a hitching, ragged heave. "Hhh–RIISSSCCHHiiiuuhh!"

"What, you're not going to try for an even six?”

He stops with the miserable, wet sniffling and glances over his shoulder.

It's her. Just standing there with a laminate around her neck, like she belongs there. No idea where she’d gotten the pass, but he’s not going to ask questions, especially not with the way she’s looking at him right now.  Kind of like how the Blond Wonder looked at him, but with a more curious sort of concern rather than outright, overly empathetic gawking.

Hard not to stare back at that mane of hers with all the red, orange, and yellow competing for space, a vibrant cascade of fire that has the nerve to call itself “hair.”

“Hey.”  She waves a hand in front of his face with a bit of a laugh. “Are you okay in there?”

He offers her a slow blink in tandem with the realization that he has said nothing to indicate an answer.

“I am,” he says.  “Just too damn cold.” One eyebrow arches high.  “Are you?”

She tilts her head. “Cold?” 

“Okay,” he clarifies. 

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” She combs her hair away from her face with one hand and laughs. "I’m pretty sure I left puncture wounds on that idiot, so there’s that."

Probably.  He hadn't missed how aggressive she'd been. Kind of a firecracker for such a slender chick.

Hot.

"Yeah, well. Guys are assholes." He offers her a smirk.  "But I'm a bigger asshole." 

"Good quality, if you ask me." Her smile is a sly mirror of his own.

“Damn straight.”  He tugs at the knot on his bandana out of habit.  “Avery, right?” 

“Yep.” She pokes him in the chest with one finger.  “You didn’t tell me you were the bass player.”

Cue the smartass eyebrow arch. “You didn’t ask.”

“I don't usually introduce myself and then be like, ‘so, do you play the bass?’ ”

“Why not. Good conversation starter.” 

She flicks a piece of his hair with a pop of her fingers. “You're weird.”

He’ll take that.

But what he’s not going to take is any more shit from his sinuses.  Sort of.  Goddamn it.

She does the curious, cocked head thing again at his abrupt change of energy and asks the obvious question.  “Something wrong?”

“Nothing. It’ssss uuhhh-hhhheh!” He holds up a hand to politely silence furthering questioning, breath catching in his throat with a choppy attempt to draw in enough air. "Heeh-hh. . . Hh'RISSSCHU! Hkg–CHISSSHUHH! Fuck."  He rubs at his nose with a sniffle. "Hhngh, sorry. The cold fucks me up."

"I can tell," she says as he sneezes again with twice the force and less control. 

Goddamn it. 

"God bless," she says in this voice that's somewhere between concerned and a bit. . . something else. 

Interesting . . . 

"Stick around and you'll get sick of saying that real fast," he says. 

She laughs, but doesn't refute him. She does, however, close the distance between them unexpectedly.  "Hold on." A hand reaches up to adjust the apparently lopsided bandana tied around his head. "You're about to sneeze this off." 

"Heh, thanks."  He fiddles with the knot on the thing and tightens it. "Wouldn't be the first time." He regards her with a slow, assessing tilt of his head.  “Feel like sticking around?”

Her eyes are the lightest shade of honey gold he’s ever seen.  And to think she asked him about contacts.

“Sure,” she says. “You might need someone to fix that bandana again.”  A faint hint of super white and slightly pointed teeth peek from behind her lips,  which is so absurdly attractive to him, he shoves a hand in his pocket to keep it to himself. 

But that still leaves him with one.  Which he holds out to her.

It only takes her a second to decide to fork over her fingers, which slide into the width of his palm like something delicate and precious.  Compared to Blair, most people are on the smaller side, but while Avery is tall, she's particularly slender of frame, a fact that is emphasized by the tight black pants and matching bodysuit with strategically placed fabric slashes she’d chosen for the gig. It highlighted the fuck out of her multi-colored hair.  Like autumn leaves in a jeweled pit fire. 

“Hungry?” he asks as he leads her down the rowdy expanse of the corridor where musicians and techs alike are loudly congratulating themselves over the success of the show.

“I could eat something,” she says.

So could he. 

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The booth is a semicircle, not one of those across the table deals. And she sits close to him, so close that her leg presses against his thigh. 

He's not sure what he's done to elicit that kind of contact, but he wants more. So, he does the cheesy movie thing and drapes an arm across her shoulders, casually at first, but when she willingly curls closer against his side, he ups his game with an upper arm squeeze. 

Damn, she smells good. Like spring rain and oleander. 

"Are you still cold?"

He nuzzles her thick hair. "Not as much." 

Mainly because she's a fucking furnace, like a personal space heater. No complaints from him. 

Well, except for the goddamn prickling the "defrost" is causing in his sinuses. No, dammit. He's not unwinding his arm from her lithe body. 

He unrolls the napkin-wrapped silverware and snaps the thing open, but doesn't quite make it. 

"HhhRISSCH! ISSCCHUH!"  His lip curls away from his teeth in a snarl of irritation and he clamps the napkin over his mouth and nose. "AahhRISSCHuh! IKGSSSH-U!"  He sniffles and dabs at his nose with a hint of a smirk. "Hnnnh, sorry I'm so goddamn sexy." 

She laughs in a high, almost tittering way that is reminiscent of something he can't quite place, but he likes it. 

"I think I can handle you." She hooks a piece of his hair that escaped his bandana behind one ear. "God bless." 

Her breath tickles his ear and coaxes the hair on his arms to stark attention. 

"Hmn, thanks." His voice drops to a lower, darker version of itself. "You want a steak?"

"Sure," she says. "Purrs" is a better word. "I like meat." 

The way she says that is hotter than it has any right to be.

"Yeah?" He rubs at his nose with the back of his hand. "How do you like your meat?"

Her lips brush the line of his jaw with scantist touch. "Extra rare." 

Okay, fuck it. 

He shifts his body just enough to slide a hand into her hair and leans in close, pausing just shy of capturing that mischievous mouth of hers. Makes her wait for it. Teases her with a faint exchange of breath.  But when the tip of her tongue darts out to just barely flick his lower lip, he’s over it.  

And damn, can she kiss.  It’s electricity and fire, the slow, smoldering promise of something far more urgent, but deftly restrained. His body finally gets the message and switches on the heat until his skin is feverishly hot.  Sharp nails dig into his shoulders just enough to make temporary, pointed crescents in the flesh and he sits back against the vinyl seat as the kiss recedes, the faintest wisp of smoke curling from his lips. 

“Goddamn.” His eyes flutter shut for a moment and he exhales a breath from the depths of his chest, as if he’d been holding it for hours. 

Nails drag down his forearm in a light, affectionate scratch.  “Been a while?”

“Oh yeah,” he says.

A long fucking while. 

__________________________________________________________

The seated dinner had turned into “fuck an hour wait, room service is better” and man, had he made the right choice.  

The idiots in the kitchen had forgotten the steak knives and rather than ask some underpaid kid to go seventeen floors down to get a couple, Blair and his “date” had opted for the more barbaric option. 

Just pick the shit up and eat it. 

Now, watching Avery snack on that rare slab of meat was hotter than any porno could ever be.  There is something primal about the way she takes small, but efficient bites of the steak, the way she sort of tears off a chunk and licks her fingers afterwards.  And when he doesn't eat the entirety of his own steak, she finishes it for him. 

Where the hell had she put it all?  The woman is a slender wisp of a person.

If that’s what she actually is. 

It's the same thing with Caspian.  A flash of something wild. That “otherness.”  He’s seen it before. Plenty of times. 

“I don’t usually do this, you know,” she is saying as she licks the last of the blood and juices from between her fingers. 

“And what’s that?”

She flashes him her super pearly whites.  “Eat meat with strange men.” 

He chuckles and it morphs into a bit of a cough, reminding him that the surge of heat between them earlier hadn’t been enough of a catalyst to jumpstart his body into actually doing anything about his damn "illness."

Her expression morphs from playful to concerned and she sets the plate on the nightstand.  “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.”  He wipes at the edges of his nose with a clean napkin and winces.  “Still too goddamn cold, I guess.”  

That fucking nose ring.  Not like he could just take the bastard out without some pliers.  Special ones. 

Avery moves closer, but he holds up a hand to stop her progress, his breath hitching in ragged, uneven catches.  

“Hhheh—!  RISSSCCH–UHH! ISSCCHHU!  Mother. Fucker.”  He growls to himself and drops the napkin in favor of the box of tissues that she’s now offering him.  

Fuck it, he’s taking the whole box.  

“Thanks,” he says in a tone that is way more grumbling grouchiness than he means it to be.  

But she’s obviously not put off by that because she’s suddenly right beside him, her hand on his thigh, even though he’s gross as hell whilst taking care of his dripping sinuses. 

“Sorry,” he says with a sigh.  “Was hoping this shit would just let up or fuck off.” 

“Stop apologizing.”  She rolls her eyes a little and he’s reminded of the same exasperation Caspian uses for Miami, which is more than a touch amusing. “I’m not worried about your cold or whatever it is.”  She tosses all of that flaming hair over one shoulder.  “I like a guy that can be a hot mess and own it.” 

Blair laughs.  “Jackpot, then.” 

“You can lie down, you know.”  She pats the top of his free hand.  “It won’t hurt my feelings if you’re tired.” 

After tossing the tissues into the trash, he slips her fingers into his palm and scratches his thumbnails over her knuckle.  “Mmn, I’m not that tired.” 

She leans in for a kiss and he affords her the opportunity with eager reception. Doesn't stop her when she presses herself against him again.  In fact, he pretty much pulls her into his lap and she’s happy to be there, given the way she’s kicked off her boots and settled in.

“I’m not contagious,” he says.  

Her hands slide over his chest and clutch the fabric of his shirt.  “Wouldn’t care if you were.” 

“Want me to take this off?” He tugs at the edge of his shirt.

“No,” she says.  “I want to take it off.” 

If his eyebrow arched any higher, it would disappear into his hairline.  “Okay.”  He leans back against the bed frame and lets go of her hips.  “All yours.” 

(TBC...)

[dtmsrpfcringe]

have you seen this?

https://www.tumblr.com/dejadestalkearmeloser/762716767956107264/update?source=share

yep. I really don’t have much to say about it. I mean I think this all is extremely extremely easy to debunk. But I will say these things cause they just swirl inside my head

please don’t be stupid enough to think that SEVERAL different people with established online presences dating back years and years (I mean even GOW has an account from 11 years ago) including myself are all somehow the same person because we don’t like you and we call your bullshit out. Some of you have followed meena and nova for years. I’ve been on instagram for around four years. Some of you have probably followed GOW for years on other fandom accounts.

if you are indeed this stupid, idk how to fix it. Try to…not. Also trying to say I’m sending hate anons to myself and then putting up a photo of someone telling me to kill myself quite literally while not being anonymous is a different kind of failure.

and….about the whole “I ship Georgia and Anna so I’m a hypocrite.” Shipping is fine. Shipping is fine. Funny little jokes are fine. Fanfiction too. Fanart a-ok. Bashing on people and accusing people of horrendous things while using misogynistic and ableist rhetoric and stereotyping and fetishizing gay relationships because you’re mad that they’re married or in a relationship and not actually together? Notttt fineeee.

[azumasoroshi]

minidura chapter 11 react

ok i found chapter 11 translated by amnemonie on tumblr (thank you thank you thank you and if you want me to take this down i will!!) but there's no guarantee ill be able to find the rest lmAOo we'll see

HOT MAN!!! HOT MAN

i mean what no pathetic sopping wet man

cat face izaya i thought id never see you again

man after realizing there's a minidura tag i saw a post that was like "i wish minidura got animated like bsd wan" and like. YEAH. PLEASE

it would be the perfect revival of the durarara fandom pleaseeeeeee do it for meeeeeeee we could revive durarara like we revived trigun

and i need shizuo izaya and shinra cooking together being animated. please

anyway izaya looks like he really doesnt wanna be here in that last panel and i mildly spoiled myself on the comments/reblogs saying this one is really mean to izaya which you know i live for. [cracks knuckles] i hope he gets hit by a truck but like an emotional one because that's the only one he'd really react to

oh god he's more pathetic than i thought he'd be

they're really looking at him like "damn bitch you good" which is fair

bro summoned up all his courage to ask 😭rip bozo

??????????? THEY TOLD YOU HE'D BE WITH THEM

izaya simultaneously has the best social skills known to man and the WORST social skills known to man

ill never stop bringing this up but. now presenting orihara "i love humans because they're so unpredictable" izaya getting fucked by humans' predictability everybody

and here we see izaya walking awkwardly in his natural habitat, trying to eat cake with high schoolers /j

kadota casually calling out izaya on his bullshit bkgjdSGKHDSHds

he just wants to eat cakeeeee someone go with him

not me though i wouldnt be caught dead with that man

i swear walker's face gets longer every time i see him and it tickles me so much

aaaand cue shizuo on stage right

god bless erika for suggesting that he invite shizuo cuz id have done it myself

also "just today". are you implying that you want to see shizuo every other day. izaya.

WAIT

WAIT IS TODAY IZAYA'S BIRTHDAY

OH

oh my god thats actually sad okay

id say to ask namie but namie probably rejected him already without even letting him finish the question bkfdgjhgf

shinra keeping up the stupid anniversaries trend from that other chapter we love a consistent malewife

man shiki he wasnt even here for work 😭 at least he got some food although karasumi does not look that good if im being honest

at least compared to cake

shinraaaa you FORGOTTTT

may 4th is the date of my statistics exam but i swear ill celebrate it for you izaya. ill even mark it down on my calendar

oh 💀 namie is as delusional as i am. love that for her

he's even singing to himself ohhhhh poor baby...(i say this as if i'm not grinning wildly to myself in my room rn)

i swear i feel bad for him but he's so fun to bully

man i remember those fics where shizuo was the only one to remember izaya's birthday bgkjhfdgfd i guess those were founded from somewhere (even if his gifts were things like 'not chasing him today' or sending him black roses)

oh my god 😭 he's so desperate at this point i didnt think he'd actually be happy to see shizu-chan

even grabbing him by the arms bkgdssdkahdskjhgsdsd

this is gonna end badly though if the comments/reblogs i read have anything to say about it

😭yep the izaya bullying is real

SHIZUO NOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS BASICALLY THE WHOLE CAKE

izaya's conscious too 💀 MAN

part of me feels like this is narita's personal revenge against the shizaya fans in his fanbase askdbgskjhsdhgsd shizuo needs to be extra cruel to prove he's not gay

he's so happy to just get birthday textssssss this is so sad

[epickiya722]

You know what, I'm at my limit today.

LOOK AT THIS POST FOR REFERENCE!!

Look, I have no problem with KiriBaku. And I definitely don't have a problem with Kirishima or Bakugou.

And anyone who had been following my blog long enough knows that Midoriya is my favorite character, my #1 along with Miruko.

Here's a simple answer as to why.

He is a flawed character. There isn't just one side to him. He's not some "uwu" baby some of you like to make him.

I, myself, do like pure characters. I adore Eri and Koda.

But Midoriya is just not one of those characters.

The fact that this person here said they don't like Midoriya because he's "too pure" did in fact annoy me.

Because why in the fuck do you like Kirishima?

No, no, let's put it out there.

Kirishima is more of a "sunshine, pure" character then Midoriya is. His appearance makes him look like he isn't and he's not a "shy" guy like some "too pure" characters are. But out of him and Midoriya, Midoriya would be likely to kill an enemy out of rage than Kirishima would and not even think twice about it.

"Main character halo"... I THOUGHT WE WERE ALL AWARE THAT IZUKU MIDORIYA IS THE MAIN CHARACTER!! JEEZ, I WONDER WHY HE SEEMS TO BE WRITTEN TO FEEL LIKE A MAIN CHARACTER!!

Which I find absolutely damn hilarious because Kirishima is more "typical shonen protagonist" than Midoriya is. You can check mark more shonen protagonist traits off Kirishima than you can Midoriya.

Not that smart? Check.

Spiky hair? Check! Bonus points because it's red!

Good guy personality? Check!

Also hot-bloodied and manly? Yep! It's there!

Rivals and friends with a grumpy guy with little effort of said rivalry and friendship happening in the first place? CHECK!!

If I first got into BNHA without knowledge, I would have thought Kirishima was our guy.

"I stopped watching at like Season 1, midway through season 2".

So you stopped watching before you even got to the character development? Not just for Midoriya, but for everyone?

Wrong time to be stopping the anime and then coming back to put your two cents in because if you continued to watch the anime, you would have seen that Midoriya isn't all that "pure" of a character.

I don't expect everyone to like Midoriya. In fact, that's more elbow room for people who do like him. If he annoys you, I don't care. I won't hold it against you, we all have those characters that annoy us.

But if you're seriously going to say he's "too pure, too good", I'm calling bullshit. One, you didn't continue the anime and I have doubts they even touched the manga, so you're missing a lot of things here. Two, if you don't like him but somehow like Kirishima, that is a little hypocritical.

And three, which I need to people to understand, just because a character happens to be a good person, doesn't make them "pure".

Midoriya is not a "pure" person. If you get past season damn 2 and lay off the fanon interpretations of him, you'd see that!!

I just know this person wanted to bother someone out of boredom because I mentioned in that post how I like Midoriya and you haven't even been actively watching the anime since what? 2017-2018? Sorry, no friendly greeting is going to fool me.

Disappointed, but expected. I'm not surprised because almost everyday someone does something that can only disappoint me.

Kirishima would be very disappointed in you, too.

[girl4music]

NICOLE: “Nobody keeps booze in here, Wynonna. Except you. You want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

WYNONNA: “Yeah. Dry morgue air is murder on the schnoz.”

NICOLE: “Bullshit! I think somebody’s trying to scare you, toy with you. Why?”

WYNONNA: “I picked up this case, like, an hour ago. How could-“

NICOLE: “-It be connected to you? Yeah, I would really like to know that too. People getting eaten by something? Call Wynonna. Guy gets murdered by a man in the mirror? Yeah, Wynonna to the rescue.”

WYNONNA: “Black Badge specialises in cases that are, uh, too complex for rookie flatfoots, so it makes sense that you’re a bit confused.”

NICOLE: “I’m not.”

WYNONNA: “Alternately,…

*advances on her and reaches for her belt*

I don’t suppose you have a deck of playing cards in this utility belt, huh?”

NICOLE:

*moves out of the way*

“Excuse me?”

WYNONNA: “How do I know you didn’t double back to mess with the body? Yeah, you’re awful interested in me and my sister. Maybe I should be grilling the shit out of you. Maybe you’re the crazy one.”

NICOLE: “You of all people should know better than to try to make me question my sanity.”

*leaves*

Hmm. You know, a lot of people in the Earper fandom go crazy over this Wynaught ship and I didn’t really get it until now. Didn’t understand the appeal of it being a WLW ship. But now - with my 3rd watch - I think I can see what they’re talking about. There’s this whole Cop/Criminal dynamic where they’re both a little suspicious of each other of messing with the other. It’s got nothing to do with Waverly really… it’s just they don’t really see eye-to-eye with one another because Wynonna doesn’t get on with the law and Nicole doesn’t get on with drunks and troublemakers. So there is somewhat of a natural friction and banter there between them that can be interpreted as sexual.

It’s just with Nicole being so obviously down bad for Waverly why I refused to let myself see it I guess. But yeah, there’s definitely something going on there early on - especially from Wynonna’s side. Although Nicole admitting that she looks at Wynonna’s ass enough that she can regard it as “top shelf” certainly suggests there’s something from her side too. But ultimately, Waverly makes it extremely clear that she reciprocates Nicole’s crush on her and they’re a thing before anything else can transpire between her and Wynonna. But that would have been interesting. 🤔

Yeah, yeah, I’m perceiving the ship that so many people in the community said was there of which, besides a few cast jokes, was not something I could see myself. But then I think I’ve just had WayHaught goggles on because I ship them so much and so hard.

But yep. Wynaught is a potential early-on ship for sure. Now that moment where Wynonna and Nicole are slow dancing in ‘Love’s All Over’ after Wynonna glitter-bombed everyone makes so much more sense. But nope. I’m happy they just ended up sister-in-laws. It’s interesting to think about because of the Cop/Criminal dynamic but not much else is appealing about it. Waverly and Nicole are far more appealing and certainly look much better together as a ship.

But least I can say I see what people are talking about. I’m still struggling with that objective with Korrasami.

[kamorth]

What a Fucking Fortnight

TW: rape? Spousal abuse, suicidal ideation

On Tuesday the 9th I had surgery to remove my fallopian tubes and some large ovarian cysts. They also cauterized almost the entire outside of my uterus to treat endometriosis and gave me a slow release hormone IUD. Surgery went really well. I think. My surgeon turned into a very happy gnome while he was hiving me the details so I think that means good stuff.

On Wednesday, my husband picked a fight because I have been ordered not to have sex for 6 weeks. He said a lot of things that were intended to hurt me as much as possible. Like he always does when he doesn't get his way or the answer he wanted. He exploded at me and asked for a divorce. I said okay. I am sticking with my answer.

On Thursday and Friday he had sex with me.

On Monday he moved out. He crashed on a neighbour's couch.

On Monday night, after he asked the neighbour to go and do grocery shopping for him, he was given a 2 week time limit on the couch.

On Tuesday he told me he was doing really well and was feeling positive about proving himself to me. I had finally had a day I could remember properly since the surgery. It was also the first day since surgery that I hadn't been drugged up to the gills with post-surgery prescription painkillers. He had been taking my pain meds for sudden daily headaches until he moved out.

On Wednesday he begged me to let him come home. He had been pushing buttons and I was very upset, but through the tears I managed to tell him no, I can't let you do that. The third time i said I can't, his face snapped to deep rage and all my buttons stopped working.

On Thursday I found out that he had gone back to the neighbour's place and "tried to kill himself" and the neighbour had to call 911. That is literally all the information I get.

On Friday there is silence. I bought myself a white rose and hung it to dry.

On Saturday i get phonecalls asking if i could bring his laptop (at the neighbour's place) up for him "if I'm planning to visit". I took it up... AFTER I spent the day hitting 420 celebrations with another neighbour. And after the neighbour who had the compurer was awake. He works nights and my husband's bullshit had really messed him up. I find out he is being fast tracked into housing and on suicide watch. His "suicide attempt" was testing a kitchen knife on the back of his arm in full view of his host, saying loudly "yep, that'll work", and then going into the bathroom and locking the door. He has done this multiple times before, last time it took me 15 minutes to get the door and he still managed to not even break skin. When I leave, I tell him I need some time. He says "me too".

I have given this man 13 uears of my life and he treated me like shit the whole time. He doesn't get another second of it. I took myself on a date tonight and watched the moon rise over the Rockies and the sea.

I think this was a good thing actually

[gumi-megpoidd]

0-0

Chapter 1: A White Apocalypse

Rook

The wind is howling over this now barren landscape. Halves of buildings and torn up roads are the only indication that something used to live here, however long ago they were here. It used to be a thriving city, many places on this planet were, at least until the “beasts” showed up. I know, I know, it’s a rather cliche opening. Unfortunately for us, it’s reality, and a grim one at that. Those beasts, they tore at us, drove us to madness, killing off all they found. Weak, strong, rich, poor, it made no difference. Only two kinds of people have survived the onslaught this long.

First are those of us that were lucky enough to “manifest”, to stumble upon some power to repel the beasts.

The second was those lucky enough to be near someone who did, and who were saved by them.

There are a few havens in this hellhole, made by and ran by groups of people who manifested. For the most part, they ain’t great though. Amazing for those without powers, but for someone like me, there’s really no need.

I’m of the former variety, if you couldn’t tell, one of the lucky ones. I call myself Rook now, in conjunction with my teammates, Bishop, Queen, and King.

Speaking of, Queen is on her way back, out there on the horizon. Guess you’ll get to meet her now, before the other two.

“Yo, Rook, how’s it lookin’?” Queen yells out, still a ways away. Part of my ability is immense lines of sight, useful for spotting any beasts near our base.

“Looking good so far, no problems spotted!” I yell back.

Queen is always the most haphazard of us, wearing far less armor just because she “likes the challenge”. A load of bullshit, but she has the powers to back it up so I don’t bug her too much about it.

Oh, one thing I should mention is that since the beasts, the world has mostly lost its color. Not in some figurative, poetic sense either, most everything is some shade of grey, with only the most vibrant of colors even barely making it through. It was strange to adapt to at first, but as opacity hadn’t changed it wasn’t like telling apart water and lava was suddenly difficult. That, and all the other sense were untouched. It’s really quite strange.

Queen takes a seat next to me, on the edge of a dilapidated building that had long since toppled.

“The other two still out huntin’?” Queen asks, her accent coming through.

“Yep. Sky’s still white so you can’t really expect anything else.”

Queen sighs, laying back and looking up at aforementioned white sky, “y’ever think it’ll go back? That it’ll just… stop?”

“…I’d like to believe it will.”

“…”

“…”

“Rook?”

“Yes Queen?”

“I’m tired.”

“As am I.”

“Is this punishment y’think? Some sorta… cosmic retribution?”

Queen seems obsessed with finding an answer to this madness. Some sort of logic in this world that seems completely devoid of it. Every other week she’ll come up to me with a new theory.

“For what though? Some great original sin, like how Christian mythology claims?”

“I was thinkin’ more along the lines of how humanity has been actin’ like animals, so we’re finally gettin’ treated like one.”

“What about the powers though?”

“Ughhh, I dunnooooo… I just want something t’ grasp, y’know? Some reason we’re gettin’ treated like mutts.”

I grasp Queen’s hand and squeeze it. It’s my method of getting her out of spiraling. If I don’t, she ends up in… let’s just say precarious situations.

“We’ll find a reason, ok? Then we’ll find whatever or whoever did this and give them a good ass whooping. Alright?”

Queen sighs out a small chuckle, a good sign. “Yeah, we will.”

[teecupofcement]

So weird saying all of this, I think I can get it out properly? I don't know if I will delete tomorrow or if this will stick this time, all I know is that after I post this? I think I'm gonna continue on like I normally do.

Tw for mentions of self harm suicide going fucking goddamn insane shit like that!! Fun!!

I'm sorry for this

Okay. Okay here it is, here's what's going on, I can only explain the fucking FUCKK During A Episode but my mind is so scrambled I'm going insane but Fuck no more paranoia I feel like I can do anything but now I'm scared of myself. I can't explain it when I'm in an episode without sounding like this cryptic ass!!! Let me fucking live!!!! Please!!!! My symptoms don't fucking match up with any of the thing!! What is this!! It's depression and manic episodes I've almost died. I will try to tag this maybe I can find others, but what the fuck dude!!! Okay. I know bipolar has a chance to be passed down genes. Yep but this is so severe!! "I want to kill myself" "no you don't." "I feel like I'm going insane" "you aren't going insane"!!! When will it fucjhng end!! When will I be heard?? What the FUCK am I gonna do tomorrow when this ends? And I gonna delete this, or am I gonna try and not?? Fuck!!! What if I fucking mistag it!! Getting a new therapist is taking too long!! I'm too fucking young for this !!

I can try and explaj, okay so depressive episodes right? Fuck yeah right!! They aren't just "oh my mood is down right now," and feeling depressed, even just laying in bed and crying, for me it's fufkicn uhh feing lkke im going insanr, i need to do research on psychosis becaus that might take a role or not but this gwnuinely makes me feel like i can just. Slice. Slice my arms wide open. Wake up tomorrow and pretend nothing happened and when my family is screaming and calling the cops I'd laugh and say "what??" !!! What the fuck!!! This will happen eventually if I can't do something about it!! It makes me feel like I can just. I have so many bookshelves in my room right?? Yeah. Bam now I just wanna knock them all onto the floor and make a small bed on the floor. When my sibling walks in they will be like what the fuck :D!!!! Maybe this will show them I am going insane, but I just wanna know why it's different. Why this is beyond the bipolar criteria ? Is this ? It feels beyond humanity. I feel like I'm breaking out of reality but what is that!! Answer me!! Is that what they call "psychosis" or am I just unique!! Will o find someone that takes this? I will find someone that relates? Fuck no!! I'm fucking alone!! I'm fucking alone in this!! Oh and Great now I have a weird fucking attachment randomly to my mom!! I feel nothing without her sometimes!!! It's gone away but I couldn't fucking LIVE with that shit. I can't fucking live with this shit! I'm fucking tired!!

No fucking wonder Everytime I felt "this down" in a now depressive episode labeled, we split! We fucking split more and more Headmates and now they're all here to prevent me from killing myself. They won't let me?? Fuck now I just wanna run away!! Oh they won't let me?? Even better!! Fuck I'm so sorry for this, I need to get this out I'm sorry. J don't know what's wrong with me.

Depressive episodes are different than what meets the bipolar criteria. I feel like I'm breaking reality.

My mom has been misdiagnosed with bipolar before. I told her about these episodes that come and go for only a night. She said bipolar disorder. She didn't know though, that I have been doing research on bipolar. Because I thought that's what's wrong with me. But now I'm a fucking dumbass. Maybe it's not. Maybe it is. I always try and fucking guess instead of trying to explain this shit to a professional first who has the right thought. It's always "oh I suspect I have this" bullshit. I'm tired of myself. Why can't it be "I suspect you have this.". I'm the goddamn imposter here. I'm tired.

I just need a sign. What is this. Why is it beyond

[deadgrantaires]

can i please catch a break can i PLEASE catch a break

called dentist again after they rescheduled me and the person i spoke to "simply couldnt answer my questions" since it was her FIRST DAY I GUESS ( AND NOBODY WAS HELPING HER???) regaurding some weird surcharges they said i deifntely had to pay. so called back a while later so idk. she can get trained i guess. was told yep defintielly have to pay for PPE myself. WHAT??? tell her um thats odd ive never had a dentist charge me that before and she gets a tone and is like "WELL have u gone to the dentists since covid?" and im like yes.... the as frequently as my insur4nce allows and this IS weird to me. try asking if its necessary and shes running around not answering "idk whay i have to pay for the dentists medical supplies" "its for YOUR safety not the doctors" -> endless dodging the questions. ask her how much its supposed to cost. she says 'WELL IDK i dont work the office its dependant on yr insu.rance' 'okay.... can u run my insu.rance then' 'NO I CANT thats not my j0b i cant access that' 'okay can u transfer me to soemone who can' 'nobody else is in the office u have to call back ether ____day or ____day between X hours' 'okay well i wish someone had given me this information last time i called instead of jsut saying i can call back anytime' 'I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT HAPPENED it just happened' 'okay ye im telling u about..... a problem... that is happening in Your offi.ce.... so idk... maybe u can fix it.... anyway i guess ill jsut... take this info moving forward and call back [first day she mentioned]' 'YOU CANT CALL THAT DAY were closed then' 'you literally jsut told me to call then. but fine. ill call [other day she mentioned] i guess. thanks bye')

this was after they apparently scheduled me for when the doctor was KNOWN to be out of town and i had to then reschedule. got condescendedly spoken down about it by this cunt today too about how the doctor HAD to go and she already had this time booked out so they CANT JSUT reschedule for ONE patient and i go yeah cool. so if u knew about it why the fuck did i get scheduled then IN THE FIRST PLACE

insane world. anyway god knows when/if ill get answers about all this bullshit surcharges theyre trying to give me and i migth jsut have to go with a different dentist whos off.ice staff isnt full of incompetent condescending morons. yknow. again

[mag503]

So the timeline is fucked. The current show was supposed to take place in 2019, but it takes place in the present day? Another sign that the writing is going down the shitter like every other adult animated show--they can't even keep their own timeline straight.

And I'm getting really tired of the show's continued reliance on blatant fourth-wall breaking and constant foul language--with the season finale ending with both. We've all gotten too old for that crap.

Hell, even Caleb is surprisingly swearing, even dropping the c-world like everyone else. This is American show, not a British/Irish/Australian show, enough with the edge already. And also stop with the Judd Apatow-esque misandry with the "all men belong in jail" bullshit. Incidentally, Judd Birch is also called Apatow here.

Andrew's never gonna stop being a mini-Harvey Weinstein and Nick's never stop being a punk-ass bitch. Is it really that hard for an adult-animated show to have somebody to root for?

Now that those peeves are out of the way, let's begin.

The characters are now in high school, and sadly we do have to wait two years for its next season. Which is even more sadly gonna be its last.

Caleb finally gets an episode to himself, and his and Matthew's friendship is the best thing. As someone on the spectrum, his nervous breakdown in the thrift store is harrowing to watch. Granted, I don't recall having full-on breakdowns in public places, but the feeling is still real. And he lives with his mom and is sexually active as well.

But he gets a last name (Linden, so that confirms that he's Dutch) but the Go-Gurt Burglar's name is the Go-Gurt Burglar?? I think he prefers to be called that because he doesn't like his real name. That's just me.

Also, I never was nervous while preparing for my freshman year... because I was homeschooled (because my mom didn't think I was ready for public high school yet) until my senior year, where I attended my only year at public high school with no problems. (High school was meh for me in 2009-2010. Those were the more simpler times.)

And Judd is caring towards little kids. Nice to know that tough guys do have soft spots. Unfortunately, no shirtless scene from him. Bleh.

The international episode was very interesting. Though the Puerto Rican episode about hair internally and personally disgusted me because my middle brother is a disgusting hairy animal whose chest is covered in acne scars and he always stinks up the bathroom because he can't be bothered to use the air freshener that is sitting on the sink for that very purpose. And he can't be bothered to shower every other day like I do, so he makes me physically ill every time he walks past me or even when he's in my eyesight because he's also notorious for being shirtless nearly all the damn time. I'm hairy myself, and as a result I prefer to do what I can to go hairless and I am also struggling to get fit so I can look like Judd and surprisingly Jay. My youngest brother, however, doesn't follow the same footsteps as us because he's transitioning.

But enough about my personal stuff.

I cannot believe this show's gonna end in yep years. I'm not ready. We're not ready.

See you for the last time two years from now.

[jaycewrites-192000]

You're Grounded

Summery: Smiley and Angry's little sister tries sneaking out of the house after she gets grounded. It...doesn't go well...

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Little Sister Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

(No incest here fellas)

To make a long story short, you got grounded. Not by your parents, no no. You got grounded, by your older brothers. And to you, it's a little bullshit. They were one year older than you. Who gave them the right to ground you like you were their child?

So, you're probably wondering, what did you do that was so bad that you were grounded for it? Well...you may or may not...have accidently...got into a fight at school. Not just a screaming match kind of fight, nah, you were going all in. Beating ass left and right on the unlucky son of a bitch who pissed you off.

And when you were caught and given detention, who else came to pick you up other than your older brothers, Nahoya and Souya Kawat. Or better known as, Smiley and Angry.

Now, they each had their own opinions on this situation. Smiley was actually impressed, and felt prideful in his little sis. You barely had a scratch on you! However Angry on the other hand, was not so impressed. More like worried, concerned even. He thought you might have gotten hurt, but to his relief you handled it on your own.

While the two both disagreed about how the situation was handled, they both did agree that this couldn't slide. It would have, if you hadn't started the fight in the first place. And so, they both grounded you on the spot. And now here you were, trapped in your room, while your two dumb jerks for older brothers were chilling with Toman.

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"....God I'm so bored!" You groaned loudly. "Like those two don't get into fights too! Why am only I getting punished!?" You sit up from your bed, glaring at your door. While having a stare off with the door in front of you, an idea popped into your head. "Oh that's right...they're not here tonight. They're at a meeting." You say with a smirk. "Tsk, dumbasses. They really thought I was about to stay in here all night." You hopped out of bed and strolled over to your door and opened it. Walking out and into the living room, without a care in the world.

Until it all came crashing down on your head.

Ahead of you, was your two brothers. They were just chilling out on the couch watching some random show. "Hey sis. I don't remember saying that you could leave your room. Did I Angry?" Smiley said with his usual grin...only you could tell he wasn't really grinning. "No..." Angru muttered, glaring in your direction.

"U-uh....b-bathroom?" You manage to say.

"Hm...ok. Go ahead." Smiley and Angry turned their attention back to the TV. 'Fuck!' You yelled internally as you head to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and slide down the door, knees tucked to your chest. "What the hell are those two bozos doing here instead of the meeting?" You ask aloud.

Well, there was always another way out. Glancing up at the window ahead just beside the shower, you grin. Bringing yourself to a stand, you walked to the window and open it as quietly as possible. Moving one leg out, ducking your head under and out before moving the other leg over, you carefully climbed down. "Ha! Try and stop me now dipshits." You chuckle.

"Gladly."

"Ahhh!!!" You scream as the sudden voice filled your ears. Turning slowly you were met face to face with Angry. And boy...was he ever so angry. Like really angry. "Heeeey bro....nice night huh?"

"....Get back in the house. Now."

"Yep." You hurried back inside.

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And back to square one it is. This time, they actually locked you inside your room. "Come on!" You banged on your door. "What if I really do need to use the bathroom at some point!?" You yelled. "Should have thought about that before you tried sneaking out." Came Angry's response from the other side. "Yeah. And if you do need the bathroom, we left ya a bucket in their with you." Smiley laughed.

"No! That's fucking disgusting! Let me out!" You banged on the door again. "Not until you've learned your lesson. And you try sneaking out again, we'll ground you for another week." With that the two walked away, leaving you alone once again. You groaned and flopped onto your back on the floor of your room. Staring up at your ceiling, thinking up of different ways to escape your punishment.

Begging? No, it might work with Angry, but Smiley wouldn't budge. Throwing hands? Yeah right, you felt like living for a while longer thanks. And you can't use the old puppy eyes, they've grown use to it ever since you turned 15.

Then what could you do?

You couldn't call your best friend Emma for help, since they took your phone...so you were pretty much shit out of luck.

"Great..."

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An hour had passed, you had nearly drifted off while still on the floor. Everything seemed truly hopeless...that is until your remembered...you're a girl! "Yes! That's it!" You whispered before getting up and banging at your door again. "Hey! Jerks! I need out!" "We ain't letting you out dummy!" Smiley yelled back. "I'm serious! It's an emergency!" There was a brief moment of silence, you smirked once you heard footsteps approaching your door. "What is it?" Angry asked, his tone wavered between annoyance and concern. "Souya...this is so embarrassing...I can't believe I have to talk about this cause you won't let me out." You say with a fake sniffle.

This would get him...Angry hated it whenever you were upset. "Y/n? You can tell me." His voice was much softer now. Hell yes. "I just started my period...And I don't have any pads." You heard him hum on the other side. "I'll get them. But Smiley is going to stay here and make sure you don't leave the house."

"Can I at least go and clean myself up?" You ask with pitiful tone. There was a moment of hesitance before the sound of clicking. Angry opened the door and let you out. You hid your face in attempt to look embarrassed. "Thank you Souya." You say as you make your way to the bathroom. From outside you could hear the distant muffled conversation between Angry and Smiley before hearing the front door open and shut.

Before you could think of what to do next, you heard what could only be Smiley walking past the bathroom and up to his own room. Oh yeah, it's all coming together. Waiting a few minutes, you left the bathroom and quietly snuck to the front door and opening it as silently as you could. And just as you were about to taste the sweet taste of freedom...

"Going somwhere?"

Angry. Fucking Angry was standing at the front door, arms crossed.

"....Are you shitting me?" You utter blankly. Angry stepped forwards, backing you into the house again. "Your period was last week." He told you. "I know this because you called and asked me if I could get you some products."

Oh yeah....right...

"Nice try shit head. And now you're double grounded." Smiley said from behind you.

Well. No one can say you didn't try.

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Ahh-

I might do a follow up to this, idk-