#You can’t tell me and other people like me that we're whiny for that that’s just silly

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

and to clarify my issues with Dream’s video are Not the evidence itself but How it’s shown. most of the video is Not about grooming allegations. it’s edited in a way that downplays a lot of the serious with visual gags. it leaves some of the most important stuff til the end- even with chapters, it’s important to debunk the most important stuff first. this isn’t a hater thing, at least not entirely. people fucking HATED kwite, for instance, but when his video dropped people listened, because it was presented in a thoughtful and respectful manner that immediately got to the most important evidence first and spent its entire runtime focused on one topic instead of jumping back and forth. the reason the analytics look like this

on Dream’s video are not entirely down to haters, it’s naïve to say that when people who were also getting incredibly violent and awful things said about them didn’t receive the same response. people Didn't Like the way it was framed, it was uncomfortable and inappropriate. it would Not be recieving the same amount of backlash if he did the kwite thing and kept it minimalistic, opened up with the most important evidence, and stayed on topic. that’s the gold star of response videos not just because of the evidence but because it handled it Respectfully. even if everything is false it’s important to do that.

[univvrse]

we're in all the magazines (chapter 6)

chapter title: you know you like it when the music's loud

minors dni

hawks x dabi

cw: homophobia, smut

There were four members of the band 'Puncture'; each with deeply buried secrets. Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki and Mr Compress.

Each about to find out things about eachother that will change their relationship as band mates forever.

previous can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

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The kiss couldn’t have lasted for longer than 7 seconds, when Dabi pulled back with a satisfied smirk.

“And that was Puncture, everybody!” At some point, the host must have wandered onto the stage, “Completely unforgettable, that’s for sure, huh?” He chuckled, “Okay, up next, we have Ben’s Boys! Come on up, guys!”

Puncture exited the stage, the audience’s screaming growing increasingly quiet as the distance lengthened between them.

“What the fuck? What the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?” Tomura growled as they headed back to their dressing room, “Who the fuck do you think you are? What kind of image does that give us?” his words were slightly slurred.

“Dude, lay off- the crowd was loving it. Sex sells!” Dabi was walking with one hand in his pocket and the other clenched firmly around one of Keigo’s wrists.

“Are you fucking kidding? The only people who are gonna watch us now are queers!” He jerked his head in Keigo’s direction, “This wouldn’t have happened if Jin was still here. Hey!” he snarled cruelly, “Hey! Why don’t we ask Keigo if he knows anything about that?”

“Fuck off! Fuck off, Tomura!” Keigo’s eyes narrowed, “They loved us out there and you know it, you just don’t wanna admit it wasn’t you they were cheering for.”

Tomura barked out a short laugh, “Call your boyfriend off, Dabi, he’s getting too feisty.”

Dabi ignored him, opening the door to their dressing room, “Grab your shit and go. Sako, you too, make sure he doesn’t start any fights.”

“Will do.” Sako replied cooly, “Come on, Tomura, I know some clubs around here, we’ll call a cab.”

“What?” Tomura’s face contorted with fury, “So you’re just happy to leave these- these fags,” he spat the last word, “all alone? What do you think they’re gonna get up to? Cause I’ve got a few ideas.”

“Shut the fuck up, I left my jacket on stage. I’m gonna wait for the next set to be over and tell the host to go up and get it, I just don’t wanna leave Keigo with you in case you strangle our best guitarist yet.” Dabi let go of Keigo’s wrist and sat down on one of the vanity tables, “So just go, yeah? Quit acting like you own us and fuck off.”

Keigo’s head was reeling. Dabi’s compliment bouncing around inside his skull.

“Sure, yeah, any excuse you can get, right?” He leered, “Whatever, kick us out so you can fuck. You’ll hate yourself for tonight when you’re blowing guys for money because you can’t get anymore gigs. Hey, at least you’re getting your practice in!” and with that, Tomura stormed out, Sako following close behind with a sigh and a promise to look after him.

The door slammed shut.

With the yelling having ceased, both remaining boys could clearly hear the band that had taken to stage after them. They had more of a rock, pop-punky sound, almost whiny. The music was shockingly loud in the small room, despite the distance between them and the stage. Keigo walked over to where Dabi was sat.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, God, you just looked so good, and you were right fucking there.” The words were tumbling from his mouth at record speeds.

“Shut up.” Dabi stood up, bringing his hands up to Keigo’s shoulders, and shoved him back so he was forced to take Dabi’s place sitting on the dressing room’s vanity. He grabbed Keigo’s jaw, tilting his face, forcing the boy to look at him.

Keigo opened his mouth to say something, but immediately forgot what he had planned when Dabi pressed his lips to Keigo’s.

The blonde let out a small sound of surprise, before wrapping his arms around Dabi’s waist to pull him closer. Dabi brought one hand to Keigo’s hip, dipping his thumb under the waist of his jeans before guiding it up under his shirt.

He skimmed his fingertips over Keigo’s stomach and ribs, resting it on one of his pecs, swiping his thumb over the nipple there, revelling in the slight whimper he pulled from the boy below him. He broke the kiss, leaning back to make a show of pulling his tank top off.

“Arms up.” It was halfway between a mumble and a command, but still Keigo obeyed, lifting his arms above his head so Dabi could relieve him of his shirt. His eyes scanned over Dabi’s body, awed by the impeccable shape he was in.

“Do you just do push-ups in your room all day or what?” Keigo blurted as Dabi resumed his position between the lighter haired boy’s legs, chuckling as he placed his hands on Keigo’s waist. He brought his head down, till their lips were millimetres from each other.

“Fuck around and find out.” Dabi’s blue eyes still held the same hunger Keigo had noticed on stage. He was desperate to find the extent of the deprivation. Dabi dipped down to meet Keigo’s increasingly familiar lips, pressing himself forward so his thigh was flush against Keigo’s groin. He’d noticed the erection pressing against Keigo’s trousers earlier, relieved to know he wasn’t the only one who was achingly hard. Keigo moaned into Dabi’s mouth, trying to grind himself against Dabi’s thigh, only to have his own thigh grabbed, pinning him in place against the table.

Keigo grabbed at Dabi’s shoulders in response, digging nails aggressively into his back. Dabi’s grip on Keigo’s thigh tightened and he brought his other hand up to the boy’s hair, gripping harshly enough to force a gasp. He used this opportunity to slide his tongue into Keigo’s mouth, enjoying the way he could feel every sound the guitarist made before he could hear it.

Dabi released his grip on Keigo’s hair, and instead let his hand trace a path down his neck, stopping to press his lightly against his windpipe. He felt Keigo’s cock twitch at this. He repositioned his hand so he could squeeze more forcefully, and so the majority of the pressure was isolated to the arteries at the side of the neck, rather than the windpipe. He was pulling strangled whimpers from the boy, again now desperately trying to create friction between his cock and Dabi, who just squeezed his neck harder and pushed him back down.

This caused Keigo to rake his nails down Dabi’s back, almost challengingly. He was already dizzy from the drugs, and the lack of blood travelling to his brain was only adding to their effect. He raked his fingers back up, Dabi tightened his grip, their tongues slid against each other harmoniously.

Keigo pulled away this time, panting to catch his breath. Dabi loosened his hand.

“So, you’re secretly a sick little freak, huh?” Dabi smirked at Keigo, who was still breathing pretty heavily, “I honestly should’ve guessed, I mean, you try so hard to be neutral and unassuming, figures that you’re covering up some depraved ass kinks- not that I’m complaining at all.”

“Do you always talk this much before sex?” Keigo pushed himself up off the desk, bringing his hands to Dabi’s chest and shoving him against the nearest wall. He plastered himself against the black-haired boy, placing his palms flat against the wall either side of Dabis head.

Dabi just raised an eyebrow, “Sex? Who said you were getting that lucky?”

One of Keigo’s hands left the wall, travelling down to palm at Dabi’s hard cock, “Your boner.” he simply stated. Dabi shrugged. Keigo swooped towards Dabi’s neck, planting a kiss on his adam’s apple, before moving his mouth slightly to the left and sucking a deep purple hickey into the skin there. After leaving a few more purple marks, Dabi’s hands once again found their way to his blonde hair, yanking at the back slightly, signifying what he wanted.

Keigo slowly moved down, peppering kisses along Dabi’s torso, tracing his fingers lightly over his abs, guided by the hand in his hair. When he was fully on his knees, he looked up, admiring Dabi from an entirely new perspective. He looked just like he did in Keigo’s silent fantasies.

“Go on then.” Dabi smiled down at Keigo, impossibly smug, “Put your money where your mouth is.”

The boy on his knees set to work unbuckling Dabi’s belt and unzipping his jeans, all the while staring up at Dabi through his lashes. His movements were painstakingly slow, God, Keigo adored being a tease.

Ben’s Boys was also a cover band. They were currently playing an All-American Rejects song called “Dirty Little Secret”.  Keigo wondered if Puncture had played loudly enough to be heard by all the other bands in their dressing rooms.

Keigo didn’t even have to pull Dabi’s jeans down, they were baggy enough to drop entirely on their own accord the second they were unzipped. Dabi kicked them across the floor, his combat boots still laced tightly on his feet.

“Oh shit, yeah- Keigo?” Dabi looked down with a shit-eating grin, “Don’t be too scared by what you see. It won’t hurt you.”

The lighter haired boy scoffed, rolling his eyes at Dabi’s self-absorption, “I’m sure I’ve seen dicks bigger than y- oh.” Keigo had pulled down Dabis's boxers to reveal not only his hard cock, but also the piercing on the underside of the tip of said hard cock. It was a surface bar, secured by a metal ball at either end.

“Yeah, I wasn’t on about size, sorry, pretty boy.” He frowned, “Though, to be fair, I wouldn’t say I’m exactly lacking in any way.”

“Oh, shut up.” In all honesty, Keigo did have to admit Dabi was certainly well-endowed. He was probably somewhere around 6.5 or so inches, with a decent girth.

Keigo spat into one of his hands, swiftly bringing it up to give Dabi’s cock a few pumps. He swiped his thumb over the tip, already wet with precum, then applied the precum to the rest of his dick. Dabi’s fingers were tangled in Keigo’s hair, pulling lightly. Keigo opened his mouth, making sure to maintain eye contact with Dabi as he engulfed the pierced tip into his mouth completely. He ran his tongue over the cold metal piercing, loving the textural contrast it provided. Dabi moaned above him.

Slowly, Keigo sunk his lips down along the shaft of his bandmates dick, sucking his cheeks in to create tight walls around it. He fought off a gag as he felt the tip poke the back of his throat. He pulled back slightly and began to bob his head up and down, raising his hands to grip onto Dabi’s hips, pressing harshly on the bare skin. He would pull all the way back every now and again to swirl his tongue around the tip, prodding at and playing with the piercing, smoothing over it with the underside of his tongue, gliding the tip of his tongue over the slit of the urethra, then going back to bobbing his head.

“Shit- hah- if I’d have known you- fuck- could do this so good,” Dabi strengthened his grip on Keigo’s hair, “I’d have fucking asked you- sooner.”

Unable to answer, Keigo simply hummed and pressed his tongue flat against Dabi’s cock, now moving his head at almost a similar speed to how he played guitar.

“Stop- ‘m gonna fucking cum if you keep going.” Dabi’s back arched away from the wall, Keigo sped up.

Dabi gave a sharp tug at Keigo’s hair, making him stop, “Can’t fuck you properly if you make me cum right now, can I?”

That was enough to convince Keigo, who promptly pulled his mouth off Dabi with a wet pop. He looked up at Dabi, his eyes red and watering, tears catching on his dark eyelashes.

“Fuuuuck, look at you.” Dabi untangled one his hands from the blonde’s hair and brought it to his jaw, tilting his face up and turning it from side to side, admiring him from all angles, “You’re a fucking mess, huh?” he swiped his thumb over Keigo’s lips, collecting the precum and spit coating them, before pressing it into his mouth and flattening it against his tongue, “Swallow, babe.”

Keigo didn’t break eye contact, obediently swallowing around Dabi’s thumb. He rocked back, leaning on his heels, “So what were you saying?” He grinned, “Something about fucking me properly?”

Dabi pulled Keigo up, flipping them around so he could be the one pinning Keigo against the wall, “Gimme a second first. I want a turn to have some fun.” he rested his forearms against the wall so he could move in to attack Keigo’s neck, leaving even darker purple hickeys in his wake. Keigo moaned softly into his ear.

“Look, as much as I'm enjoying this, I’m so hard it physically hurts.” Keigo was only half joking.

“God, you’re fucking needy.” Dabi pulled back to lean against the wall against only one arm, “Get your jeans off- I'm way too unfairly naked.”

Keigo wasted no time kicking his jeans and drawers off, letting them join the pile formed by all their other clothes.

Dabi then grabbed the lighter haired boy, manhandling him and bending him over the vanity desk, so his bare stomach was flat against the cold plastic. Keigo sucked in a sharp breath at Dabi’s spontaneity.

“Don’t have any condoms. You?” Dabi’s voice was filled with impatience. He watched in the mirror as Keigo shook his head, “Don’t have any lube either, I guess. Here,” he brought a hand up to Keigo’s lips, “spit.” Keigo hurriedly obeyed, unable to look at his reflection in the mirror a few inches from his face. He must look like such a whore, with the tearstains running down his cheeks and hickeys covering his neck, following every command from the boy behind him. He squeezed his eyes shut.

The blue-eyed boy now had his hand up to his own mouth, spitting in it himself, before coating two fingers in the mixture of the two boys’ saliva.

“I’m gonna stretch you out first, babe, yeah?” He waited for Keigo to nod, “Don’t shut your eyes, pretty boy, I want you to watch.”

Keigo’s eyes remained tightly closed.

“C’mon, if you don’t open your eyes, I’m gonna leave and find some other bitch- someone who’ll actually do what I say.”

Reluctantly, Keigo opened his eyes, staring at Dabi’s reflection with mock spite.

“There we go.” Dabi slowly pushed a spit covered finger into the boy below him, who immediately bit hard into his lower lip, stifling his moan.

“Hey, that’s no fun, is it?” Dabi thrust his finger in and out of Keigo at a snail’s pace, “I want the whole venue to hear you. I want the audience out there to know I made you my whore.” He added in a second finger, scissoring them inside Keigo a few times, before curling them, his fingertips lightly brushing against the bundle of nerves that made the blonde cry out.

“Shit- fuck, Dabs, do it again.”

“Stop trying to hide and I will.”

“Fuck you, you don’t own me.”

“Fine then.” Dabi pulled his fingers out completely. Keigo whined at the loss of contact, huffing as he watched Dabi turn to the door.

“Jesus fucking Christ, okay. You win, whatever. Come back.” Keigo turned around only to see Dabi stood watching him with a raised brow. He rolled his eyes, “Please.”

Dabi stared back, clearly amused, “Please what?”

Keigo sighed, “Please- fuck- I want you, Dabs, I fucking need you.” he dug his nails into the palms of his hands, “Please just fuck me already.”

“All I had to hear.” He walked back over to Keigo, “Bend over, bitch”

Smirking, Keigo resumed his prior position bent over the desk, arching his back slightly so his ass was raised higher, now perfectly aligned with Dabi’s crotch. Dabi raised a hand and brought it down hard across Keigo’s ass cheek. The blonde let out a surprised yelp, glancing back up at Dabi through the vanity’s mirror, trying desperately to mask the obvious look of pleasure on his face.

“You really are a freak, huh?” Dabi’s voice was mocking, but not unkind. Keigo’s face flushed with embarrassment

He finished stretching Keigo out, before spitting once again into his hand and pumping it over his cock, making sure to coat it as well as possible, adding his precum to the mix. He lined himself up with Keigo’s entrance, pressing his tip in slowly. He moaned as he felt the shorter man clench around him. One of Dabi’s hands once again found its way into his now impossibly messy blonde hair, the other one gripping tightly at his hip, pressing bruises into the pale skin as he bottomed out.

The cool metal of Dabi’s piercing sent jolts of electricity up Keigo’s spine, causing moans and whimpers to tumble from his lips.

Dabi began to slowly thrust, pulling himself out almost entirely, leaving only his tip still in Keigo, before pushing back in.

“Fuck, Dabs, you can go harder, man. You won’t break me.” Keigo propped himself up, resting his forearms against the table, watching Dabi’s expression in the mirror.

“So desperate for me.” Dabi cooed. He dug his nails deeper into Keigo’s hip, pulling back all the way, then quickly snapping his own hips forward, burying his cock base-deep in the guitarist. He repeated this movement, addicted to the shameless moans it drew from Keigo. He watched Keigo’s back arch further as the speed of his thrusts increased, “Watch.” he near growled, yanking Keigo’s hair to force his gaze onto the mirror in front of him.

“Dabs- Dabi- fuck so good.” Keigo seemed to have forgotten his earlier qualms about volume and was now groaning loud enough that neither boy could hear the music they had heard earlier. The sound of skin slapping against skin probably wasn’t much help in this case.

Keigo looked in the mirror as instructed. He looked completely and utterly blissed out. His pupils were still blown out to such a scale that he could barely see the yellow of his irises, and there were more tears welling up in them. His lips were swollen and parted, clumsy expletives and mutterings of Dabi’s name falling from them constantly, and his neck was covered in deep purple marks.

Another hard slap to his ass had Keigo practically screaming, delirious as pain bled into unbelievable pleasure. Tears were now running down his face.

“Holy- ngh- shit you look good.” Dabi’s voice was strained, and he was panting, but God was it sexy, “Feel so fuckin’ good.” he felt the familiar warmth growing in his gut.

“Please, please,” Keigo could hardly think, let alone speak, “don’t stop- fuck- ‘m close- please.”

“So cute when you beg.” Dabi somehow managed to thrust faster, bringing a leg up to rest his foot on a nearby chair, allowing him to angle his thrusts in a way that caused Keigo to gasp and choke out a gorgeously strangled moan. Admittedly, Dabi did think about how funny it would be if he did stop then, but he decided he’d have to leave that for another time, as he himself was much too close to finishing to enact this particular form of torture on Keigo.

“Dabs, gonna cum.” Keigo looked up in the mirror, “You?”

Dabi nodded, too busy focusing on hitting the spot that had made Keigo react so intensely with every thrust to reply.

“Fuck- please- so good.” Keigo’s moans were dangerously loud.

Dabi collected enough dexterity to talk, “Look at you, fuck. Such a pretty whore for me.”

Keigo came with a sob, mumbling Dabi’s name over and over as hot fluid dirtied his stomach and the desk below him.

Dabi felt Keigo clench around him, sending him over the edge, his cum spilling from him and into the blonde.

“Shit, Dabs, I haven’t been fucked like that in forever.” Keigo was first to regain his ability to speak clearly.

Just as Dabi went to agree, they heard a knock at the dressing room door.

“Hey? Anyone in there? I’ve got Dabi’s jacket; he left it on stage.”

Both boys turned to each other, eyes wide.

“Uh, yeah one second! I’ll be with you, just- one second!” Dabi scrambled to throw his clothes back on, followed closely by Keigo. The blue-eyed man decided it was acceptable enough to be shirtless in your own dressing room, so in order to waste as little time as possible, he left his shirt on the ground as he went to open the door, “Thanks, man, I owe you big time. Almost forgot about it.” Dabi grabbed his jacket from the host whose name he couldn’t remember for the life of him.

“Oh, it’s no problem, really!” The host didn’t seem to read Dabi’s ‘please leave’ look, and instead peered around him into the dressing room, “So did everyone else go, cause...” his voice trailed off when he saw Keigo, who was stood in the centre of the room, struggling to get his jeans on over his own heavy combat boots. Keigo who’s stomach and ribs were covered in his own cum.

“Hello!” The mostly naked man waved over awkwardly, “Uh, thanks for bringing his jacket we were, um, just about to ask you to get it.”

The host smiled wryly, “Yeah... Well like I said, it’s no problem, but, uh, I’ve gotta get back now so, yeah, hopefully I’ll see you guys again soon. Tell the other I thought you were great!” and with that, Dabi slammed the door shut.

The boys burst out laughing.

“Holy shit, dude, did you see his face when he saw you there?”

“Don’t even remind me. God, I’m all sticky, can we go now?”

“Sure, yeah, we’ll take the van, but first,” Dabi held up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, “Quick fag?”

“Duh.”

[heydorothea009]

Bread on Toast 2162 - A Bread on Toast Fanfiction 

After saving the world from the Biotics, Josh and Liv are catapulted into Tiger and Wolf’s time, 2162. The gang is separated from each other and contention begins to brew. Tiger and Liv find themselves face to face with an old “friend”, while Wolf gets caught in being someone he’s not, and Josh’s life is on the line. Things can’t possibly get any worse.

Warnings: strong language, I don’t know how to speak Spanish

Chapter 9: Día De Los Robots

The four of them, Josh, Wolf, Liv, and TyAnne all sprinted out of the compound, alarms still blaring.

  "It was you this whole time?!" Liv was screaming.

  "You know her-" Josh began to ask before gasping, remembering their conversation from right before the Pointed Circle captured him the second time.

  "Tiger and I found this place called the Mons and met this timeline's version of her. She's really annoying..."

  "Ohhhhh!" Josh nodded. "TyAnne!"

  TyAnne whipped her head around. "Achilles." She corrected him. She stopped in the middle of the staircase, turning to Liv. Wolf and Josh bumped into Liv, groaning. "We're going to the storage units, do you remember where those are?" TyAnne asked her. Liv gaped up at her, eyes wide with so many questions. TyAnne drew in a deep breath through her nose. "I will answer any and all questions once we get there. Now come on, help me lead your friends."

  Truth be told, Liv didn't exactly remember where the storage units were, she had just been following Tiger, but she recognized some of the landmarks on the way. Climbing into the underground lab where Hogeveen had been found, Josh and Wolf gawked up at the ceiling. It wasn't big, or anything worth freaking out over, but Josh seemed to be having his mind blown. TyAnne plunked down in a chair, exhaling.

  "So...what was with the...voice?" Liv finally asked.

  TyAnne looked up at her. "You mean this voice?" She asked in her nasally voice. "It's a long story." She said in her normal voice, waving her hand and brushing off Liv's question. Josh and Wolf both immediately turned at the sound of TyAnne's whiny voice, both looking confused.

  "Oh..." Wolf made a face at the sound. "That's really annoying..."

  Liv just blinked at TyAnne. "So are you going to tell it, or..."

  TyAnne sighed. "Fine. Sit down, it'll take me about twenty six minutes and thirty seven seconds to tell you guys."

  The three of them slowly sat down, as TyAnne started from the beginning. She told them about her life as a young child, growing up with a computer dad. It had fucked her up. She'd never experienced actual human interaction until Eunice Hogeveen, AKA Athena, became her care-taker at the age of nine. At fourteen, when TyAnne had finally lost it with Stu, Hogeveen sat her down and told her the truth behind Stu and his plan to enslave the human race and his obsession with bodies being shells.

  Fourteen year old TyAnne had had to sit through 4,891 videos of Stu attempting to upload different people's consciousness into a computer, brutally killing all but one when he'd learned the subject must go willingly into the upload machine. That's how at just fourteen, TyAnne had become Achilles, being Stu's Achilles heel. He'd felt a powerful connection to her, and that was why he'd taken her in as his own.

  As she had to continue to live with a monster, she became one herself, hence, the voice and the attitude. It was an impulsive decision made by her teenage self, but a decision that she had kept up for eighteen years. Finally, after years of begging Hogeveen to be of more use than just Stu's spy, Hogeveen tasked her with going into her bathroom and inputting a code into her bathtub; rose petal, rose petal, geranium, bubbles.

  The next day, TyAnne had done just that, opening a passage into her room, where she was faced with her ex, Torque.

  Liv, Josh, and Wolf all gawked at TyAnne. "Wait, Torque?! Like Wolf's-" Josh started.

  "Yeah, yeah, Torque and I had a thing, and he," she pointed at Wolf. "Looks like Torque. I'm not done."

  She continued to tell them how together, she and Torque (who Wolf had deemed "a loser nerd") (TyAnne shot Wolf a nasty glare as she continued) had infiltrated Stu's system, trying to shut him down. The attempt had ended poorly, having fried Torque's brain until he...died.

  "So...he died in front of you?" Liv asked gently. TyAnne nodded, looking down at the table.

  "And I buried him in my bedroom." She whispered.

  Josh's jaw dropped. "Holy shit, that's hardcore."

  "So he was a nerd who died for nothing." Wolf mumbled sadly.

  TyAnne shook her head. "No, it wasn't for nothing. After that, I took over the Pointed Circle, and Torque's technology helped to replicate Stu's sim," her eyes flickered to Josh. "Which you crashed and gave us hope."

  "And then destroyed it all. We really fucked up thinking you guys were the bad guys." Josh slumped in his seat.

  Liv pursed her lips. "Well...when you think about it..."

  Josh sat up, sighing. "Okay, we need a new plan." He got up and began to pace. Liv crossed her arms on the table, leaning over and resting her chin on them.

  TyAnne shrugged, sighing. "We've tried everything. Stu patched the back door to the sim, and then when we found Josh we thought we could upload directly, but..."

  "We blew up your upload machine..." Wolf winced. "Really sorry about that."

  "And killed all of our scientists." TyAnne clasped her hands together on the table.

  "Guys," Josh said. Everyone's head turned to him. He was holding one of Stu's MARS pamphlets. "There's still one upload machine left..." he slid the paper to the middle of the table for all to see. "I can crash the sim just as easily as I crashed yours. I'm gonna go in there and send that computer back to 7734." Everyone blinked, staying silent. "...hell."

  "Ohhhhh!" Liv nodded her head. "If you type that into the pager and flip it upside down-"

  "It's a visual joke." Josh sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm gonna go fuck up Stu's machine."

  TyAnne studied the pamphlet. "Oh. Okay. So we're all gonna die."

  Tiger stirred, body flaring up with aches. She reached up, feeling a pinch in her neck.

  "Take it easy, you're okay." She heard Stu's voice. "Take it slow." He knelt in front of her. "Things took an unexpected turn last night." He said gently as she sat up. "It was the Pointed Circle, they've got some weapon, I'm not sure what. But if that's the best they've got, I'm still standing." Stu tried smiling optimistically at her. "You, on the other hand, were knocked down... courtesy of your so-called friends, Liv, Joosh, and Wolf." Tiger's eyes widened as the news smacked her in the face. Stu slowly nodded. "...I know...I understand that feeling of hurt and betrayal, TyAnne turned on me too." Stu heaved out a shaky sigh. "Why is it the people closest to you that hurt you the most?"

  "I don't know, but I feel it too." Tiger meant to say. She sat up straighter as her brows furrowed together. She'd said it in Spanish. "What is happening?" Still Spanish. She could hear the English in her head, but her mouth kept speaking in Spanish. "Why can't I talk regular?"

  Stu dragged a hand down his face. "TyAnne." He murmured. "She must have hit you with a Span-qualizer."

  "The what?!" Tiger yelled, in Spanish still.

  "TyAnne was too lazy to learn Spanish, when she did her semester in Mons Barcelona, so I created a serum that bypasses your ventral and dorsal pathways and implants the language instantaneously."

  Tiger scrambled to her feet. "That's fucked up." She grumbled. She didn't even know Spanish, but since her brain knew what she wanted to say, said it perfectly in the other language.

  Stu, sat back, amazed. "She hit you with an immersion dose, that's a doozy. You'll only be able to speak high Castilian for the next few hours." Tiger groaned. "On the plus side, once it wears off you'll be fluent?" He suggested.

  Tiger slammed her fists on her hips. "Cat fucker! Why would they do this to us?! Why?!"

  Stu jumped at her rising voice. "I- I have no idea? Ignorance? Jealousy? Some part of themselves that doesn't want to be happy?" He huffed out a sigh. "Living in the NAG does strange things to people."

  "They've been brainwashed...I'm so angry." She hissed.

  "Try not to be too angry at them. Anger is the lobster trap of emotions." Stu said. Tiger squinted her eyes and cocked her head. "Very easy to get into, impossible to get out."

  "I don't know what that means." Tiger rolled her eyes. "We have to destroy the Pointed Circle."

  "They took their shot and they failed. If they know what's good for them, they're probably hiding out in cannibal country by now." Stu laughed. "Nothing stops the launch. I'm...I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Stu stood, stepping towards her. He snapped his fingers twice, and soft, romantic guitar strums quietly began to play. Tiger blinked, looking confused. Stu began to speak back to her in Spanish, and she understood every word. "This is our special day. The only bond stronger than betrayal...is the love that we share."

  Tiger's lips twitched as she began to speak back in Spanish. "This world is one disappointment after another. I'm ready for something else. Just get me in that chair and get me out this piece of shit body."

  Stu nodded, a triumphant grin spreading over his lips.

  When Josh's plan was sounding a bit too much like a suicide mission again, Liv clamped her hand over his mouth and together, her and Wolf lectured him about not getting himself killed.

  "The last time you tried that, you two just ended up crying." Wolf said. "And I don't want to see that again. You're not getting yourself killed, Josh."

  Josh batted Liv's hand away. "Okay, okay, then what am I supposed to do? Smash the machine?"

  Wolf, TyAnne, and Liv all traded looks. "Honestly, yeah, that could work." TyAnne shrugged.

  "You were a Smasher." Wolf patted him on the back. "You've been training for this moment."

  "Josh," Liv sighed, sliding back down into her chair. "Don't be a hero. I mean," she waved her hands in the air. "You know, be a hero, but not that kind of hero. Please.” She pleaded.

  Josh leaned his head back and sighed. "You've got a point." He mumbled. "I guess my time in the Smash Pit did prepare me for this."

  "I like it, destroy the machine from the outside, the less people die, the better." TyAnne nodded approvingly.

  "So, wait," Josh whined, craning his neck around to look at TyAnne. "Does that mean I crashed your sim for nothing?"

  TyAnne shrugged. "Well, how about instead of crash you smash." Wolf giggled. Liv smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand. TyAnne, stepped forward and placed her hands on the table, bringing up a screen. She pressed a few buttons and a simple map of the Mons appeared. "There's only one way to the upload machine, but it will not be easy to get there." She traced a finger around one of the circles representing the hab units. "We can use these blind spots in the surveillance to get you close to the hangar. But then there's the commandos."

  "Are those the Biotics?" Liv asked.

  TyAnne twisted her neck to look at Liv. "The what?"

  "The dudes in clunky armor with the lightsabers? They tried to kill Josh and I."

  "Yes, then those are the Biotics." TyAnne looked back at the map. "If you can manage to get inside, you'll have to beat the facial recognition scanner, which you better believe will be on the lookout for your adorable little mug." She glanced over at Josh.

  "I don't think they'll think I'm very adorable if they catch me." He muttered. "But if I can have you in my ear talking me through this, I think we'll be just fine."

  "Okay, then what's our plan for the commandos and the scanner?" TyAnne asked. "That's still a wrinkle in our plan."

  "Don't worry, I got that wrinkle so ironed out it's like a smooth piece of silk." Josh grinned, proud of himself.

  TyAnne gave him a tight lipped smile. "You can't iron silk, that will destroy it." She looked over to Liv and Wolf. "He's not even good at metaphors, we're all gonna die." Josh frowned.

  One of the remaining Pointed Circle members, Shiva, rounded the corner. "I bring news," she announced, drawing everyone's attention to her. "The bad kind." She specified. "The NAG is gearing up for an all-out war. The commandos that Stu sent to abduct Jesus and the girl..."

  "It's Josh," he pointed to himself. "It's just Josh now, and that's Liv."

  Shiva dragged her attention back to TyAnne. "They're calling it an act of war, a violation of the armistice. They're being whipped into a frenzy as we speak." Wolf blew out a breath.

  "Isn't that a good thing?" Liv asked. "If they attacked the Mons, that would definitely mess up the launch, right?"

  TyAnne shook her head. "It would just trigger Stu's kill-bots and slaughter everyone."

  Josh scoffed. "He'd do that just because his plan didn't go perfectly?"

  "Yep," TyAnne bobbed her head. "Stu's super petty that way. I grew up with it."

  "Then someone's got to talk the NAG out of it." Wolf muttered. He looked around as everyone's gaze drifted to him. "That someone being me." He added.

  "Is that a good idea? Didn't you kinda bail on them? At least, I'm assuming you did." Liv said.

  "I convinced them to follow me once, perhaps I can do it again." Wolf said confidently.

  "They are extremely sway-able, but also wildly unpredictable and have murdered those who have done far less." TyAnne said quietly. "It's a tough call."

  Wolf stepped toward TyAnne. Josh and Liv's heads swiveled between TyAnne and Wolf. "I've done a lot of wrong since I've been here, Achilles. Just give me this one chance to do something right."

  "Oh, uh..." TyAnne glanced down at Liv and Josh, then back to Wolf. "You realize I don't command you, right?"

  Wolf exhaled out of his nose. "But I wish you would." He mumbled. Liv and Josh both had their brows drawn together as they not so discreetly hit each other's arms. TyAnne blinked a couple times and looked down at the table as Wolf gave Liv and Josh a slight nod and began to leave.

  "Wait!" Liv jumped up to follow Wolf. Josh stood too. "No, you stay here." She pushed him back down into his seat, giving him a quick kiss before trailing after Wolf. "I love you." She left Josh wide eyed and blushing. TyAnne raised one eyebrow at Josh.

  "She's my girlfriend." He gushed. TyAnne slowly nodded and walked over to Shiva and the other few Pointed Circle members.

  Liv climbed up the ladder after Wolf. "Wolf, we have to talk." She said as she followed him up to the storage unit.

  Wolf paused and sighed, turning around and looking like a wounded puppy. "I know..." he sighed, looking scared to make eye contact with her.

  Liv put her hands on her hips and gave him a deadpan look. "Stop it." She snapped her fingers at him. "Stop. Look Wolf, you've been a real jerk since we've got here."

  "That was a nice way of putting it." He mumbled, guiltily wringing his hands.

  "I'm...I'm really, really pissed at you." Her voice gave her away as it broke. Wolf's eyes darted up to meet hers.

  "Liv..." he sighed. "Liv, I'm so sorry." His heart sank.

  "You've been a real jerk on a power trip." Her stupid eyes welled up with stupid tears. She didn't want to cry, but so many emotions were spilling out of her.

  Wolf nodded in agreement, holding out his arms slightly, offering her an embrace. She turned away, folding her arms. His arms fell to his sides, nodding silently. "I understand." He whispered as she wiped a tear.

  "I don't. What happened to you? I miss my friend, Wolf. I miss the Wolf who told me to tell that robot house Sigorn-E I liked Josh, I miss the Wolf who fell in love with cooking, I miss the Wolf who loved Corey Hart and Redbone, I miss-" his hand landed on her shoulder. She looked to see his eyes were misty too.

  "I miss that Wolf too." He sighed. Her chin quivered as she wrapped her arms around him. Wolf held her tightly. "I haven't been myself, I've been Torque, and I deeply apologize. I promise to be Wolf again." He whispered, leaning his cheek against her head.

  "And you have to promise to apologize to Josh." Liv mumbled into his chest. "He told me. You're a real dick head."

  Wolf chuckled and pressed a hand into her hair, holding her tighter. "He said you would think so."

  She gently punched his ribs as she pulled away. "I do think so." She couldn't hide her slight smile. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Tiger."

  Wolf shrugged. "I'm over it." He tweaked her nose. "Glad to have my best friend back."

  She batted his hand away, grinning. "Likewise. Now go tell those NAG freaks to stop." She gave Wolf one last hug. "Oh! I met Lugnut, she was cool."

  "Yeah? She told me." Wolf smiled as he ducked out of the tent.

  "Takes after her sorta-dad." She winked at Wolf as she opened the hatch to climb back down into the lab.

  Tiger stood in front of a long mirror, taking in the sight of her in the gorgeous white and silver gown she wore. On her head, a jeweled crown dripped jewels over her head. She looked stunning.

  "Wow." A woman's voice came from behind her. Tiger whipped around the see someone she had never seen before. "Someone looks radiant." The woman sang as she glided up the steps to Tiger's side. "No other word would do you justice right now, Miss Tiger, no other words!" She snapped her fingers enthusiastically.

  "Thanks." Tiger grinned. She'd said it in English. She paused before speaking again. "Thanks." English again. She sighed in relief. "Oh, thank God. That would have gotten annoying so fast."

  "Stu sent me to see if you needed anything." The woman grinned cheerfully. "Any questions, concerns, make sure your feet are toasty." Tiger glanced down at her boots, confused. "Men don't always get it, but we do. Just a couple of human ladies talking about human lady stuff."

  "...who are you?" Tiger asked, staring back at the woman through the mirror.

  "I am your lady in waiting." The lady smiled awkwardly.

  "Okay, lady." Tiger nodded at her. "How do I put this on?" Tiger held the chunky plastic and metal collar worn by all other people of the Mons up to her neck. "Like this?"

  "The cerebral port? Yeah, so that's backwards, you gotta," she gestured for Tiger to spin it around to the back of her neck. "Yep, yep, there ya go." She nodded as Tiger twisted it around. "So, how are you feeling? Nervous? Excited? Because you know you gotta want it, right? If you're not feeling it the machine knows."

  Tiger nodded, fidgeting with the veils that spilled from her shoulders. "Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling it. So," she pointed to the gaping hole in the chunky collar. "Is this where the needle goes? I heard there's a giant needle."

  "It's- it's not really a needle. More of a little...little-"

  "You can call it a needle. You could call it a fucking jabby death pointer for all I care." Tiger said nonchalantly.

  The woman, who Tiger was starting to realize might be Dr. Ahmadi, Stu's brain therapist, nodded slowly. "Then jabby death pointer does go there."

  Tiger smirked. "Base of the skull. Nice. My favorite soft target, you know, 'cause if you do it right blood just..." Tiger imitated spurting blood, making spraying noises with her mouth and wiggling her fingers. "Out of every hole."

  Dr. Ahmadi's eyebrows shot up as she slowly nodded, trying to be supportive. "Ooh! Fun fact! So...no hang ups about shedding the old mortal coil?"

  "Well, I have one question. What happens to the- the shell?" Tiger asked.

  Dr. Ahmadi laughed. "Let's not dwell on the shell."

  "Chopped up? Acid baths? Dump 'em in the ocean? Incinerated?"

  "Uh, yeah, the uh, last one."

  "Oh, phew, you know I was worried you would mass graves, but here's the thing about mass graves, those corpses will always come back up to Earth's surface."

  Dr. Ahmadi just stared at Tiger, trying to figure out how to respond. "...ooh...fun fact..."

  "I unfortunately know how we can get past the facial recognition scanners." Josh spoke up, wringing his hands on the table.

  TyAnne turned to face him, eyebrow raised. "Go on." Liv sat up in her chair.

  "I'm allergic to nuts..." he murmured. TyAnne furrowed her brows in confusion, pressing him to further explain. "My face swells up and I can't breathe- it's not pretty- but, I'll do it for the cause."

  Liv dragged her hands down her face. "You need to stop hurting yourself for the cause." She grumbled.

  "That could work," TyAnne whispered. "And you could say you have to get in because it's a medical emergency."

  "Yeah, that's what I was thinking." Josh perked up.

  TyAnne smiled, a weight starting to lift off of her shoulders. "It'll work. We just need to get you the perfect Mons disguise."

  It had reached midday by the time they sent Josh up to the crowds above them, anxiously awaiting the launch. Liv strayed back to talk into Josh's earpiece with TyAnne, much to her disliking, but she knew she couldn't go up there. Stu hated her guts (officially now) and would probably have her face on a "kill on sight" list. She sat next to TyAnne, headphones over her ears, and bouncing her leg nervously. An icon on the screen that represented Josh blinked at them. She watched it intently.

  "Stay tight to that hab unit." TyAnne instructed Josh. "One hair to the left and you're dead."

  "Gotta tell you, Achilles, I am loving this suit." Josh's voice answered. TyAnne had given Josh one of the yellow and gray jumpsuits to help him fit in. Unfortunately, the suits were very tight, leaving Josh's insanely large dick to bulge. Liv had smacked him on the back of the head after he'd insinuated that they both go into a back room together after he'd caught her staring. Not that she didn't want to, it was just life or death at the moment. "I feel like I'm an alternate for the Jamaican bobsled team." Liv snorted and rolled her eyes lovingly. "It is, uh, a little tight in the crotchal region...real vacuum seal right around-"

  TyAnne let out an annoyed sigh, shutting Josh right up. Liv dropped her face into her hands, stifling a laugh. "Yeah, so let's just keep this channel open for essential communication, copy?" TyAnne asked, trying not to sound frustrated.

  "Copy that and I will comply." Josh answered cockily.

  TyAnne rolled her eyes, shooting Liv a look. "Right there you just had to say 'copy', that's all." TyAnne said, plastering a fake smile on her face. "That's your boyfriend?" She asked Liv.

  "Hey!" Josh's voice came through the feed. TyAnne moved the microphone away from her mouth and clenched her jaw.

  "Yes, and I," Liv grabbed the microphone and faced it to her mouth. "Love him."

  TyAnne snatched the microphone back. "I love you too." Josh's voice said. "Running, running, running, running," Josh muttered, his icon moving from one hab unit to the next.

  "Oh. God." TyAnne massaged her temples, a very Tiger move. "Seriously?"

  "I appreciate the narration." Liv swung one leg over the other, crossing them.

  "Aaaaand I'm...in position." Josh's icon stopped behind another unit.

  TyAnne held the mic to her mouth. "This is as far as we can take you. You've still got to get past the facial recognition scanner."

  "No problem..." Josh sounded nervous.

  Liv stole the mic from TyAnne. "It's okay, Josh. You'll be okay."

  She could hear the grimace in his voice. "Okay...okay...oh God..." she could imagine him holding the giant all-nut he had been given, trying to psych himself up to eat it.

  "For the fate of the world and humanity." Liv reminded him.

  She could hear the small smile in his voice. "...Goddammit Liv." The feed went fuzzy before Josh's voice returned. "Ugh, okay, I ate it." He sounded awful. They could hear the sound of his retching and coughing.

  Liv grabbed the microphone again. "You're okay, Josh. You're okay." She kept reminding him. Her legs were bouncing so anxiously, TyAnne reached out and placed a hand on her knee to stop her.

  Josh, with his face puffing up and itching like crazy, jogged up to the crowded line awaiting their turn to get into the hangar. His airway squeezed tight, he was wheezing, making some of the citizens look at him, and quickly step aside, looking both disgusted and scared of him. He pushed through the line, wheezing louder on purpose to make people start and let him through. He approached the Biotic looking commandos, panting.

  "Medical emergency!" He wheezed. The commandos waved him inside with no questions asked. He continued to push through a sea of yellow and gray jumpsuits once he got inside.

  "You're going great." Liv's voice said in his ear. "Keep going."

  "This is gonna work." TyAnne said next.

  "I knew it would." Josh panted. Josh could see Stu standing on a balcony overlooking the hangar full of people, continuing some speech that Josh didn't give a fuck about. He ducked under a rope divider and shoved his way forward.

  "Looking good," Tiger's voice made him freeze, his blood running cold. He slowly turned to see her, thankfully, not talking to him, but a group of people a few paces ahead of him. He ducked behind a tall man just as Tiger meandered in his direction, praying that with his splotchy red face he was unrecognizable.

  He could feel her intense stare on him even before he peeked around the man to see if the coast was clear. She was stopped, staring at him and biting the inside of her lips, as if she were trying to place his face. He glanced away as casually as he could, acting like a patient Mons citizen. He saw her turn and pace away, and he let himself heave a sigh of relief.

  "...and don't forget, the all-you-can-eat taco bar on every spacecraft!" Stu projected, making the crowd erupt with excitement.

  Josh looked around, faking enthusiasm. "Woo, I sure love tacos." He clapped along awkwardly.

  "There is someone I would like to formally introduce you all to!" Stu announced excitedly. "Here she is now, my girlfriend!" Stu pointed to Tiger. Tiger waved politely as the room applauded. Josh's face, though stiff, somehow contorted in a disgusted manner. He shook it off and pushed through the line, making it to the face scanners. He gulped as he stepped forward.

  "Did Stu just call Tiger his girlfriend?" TyAnne's voice deadpanned in his ear.

  "Yes, now shut up, I'm at the scanners." Josh whispered as the scanners blinked, trying to place his face. They flicked from red to green, signaling that he was cleared.

  "Holy shit, it worked." Liv gasped.

  "Don't get too excited, we're not there yet." TyAnne muttered. Josh looked around at the eight people in front of him. He brushed past all of them, leaving the people in his wake complaining and pissed at him, but he didn't care. He made it to the front, standing next to a boy with a 1 stitched into his sleeve. He turned his head and glared at Josh.

  "What are you doing?" The boy asked, looking agitated.

  "Do you see my face?" Josh wheezed. "I have to go in right now." He felt for the tool that TyAnne had given him in his pocket, making sure he had for when he needed to smash the machine.

  The boy put a hand in front of Josh so he couldn't move in front of him. "Okay? So? I've been waiting my whole damn life for this."

  Josh gaped at him. "Uh, I don't think you understand, I have to be first-"

  "I don't think you understand." The boy let out an unconvincing laugh. "I'm Jimmy Fucking McGurgan."

  "Oh fuck, not this guy." Liv swore in his ear. "I forgot about him."

  "I'm the first boy on Mars." Jimmy looked Josh up and down, unimpressed.

  "Okay, uh, Jimmy," Josh tried to stay patient. "Listen, only one person can go in there, and that's me, okay? I'm J1."

  "I'm J1." Jimmy glared at Josh, flaunting the 1 on his sleeve.

  Josh didn't have time for this. "Okay, tough guy, see you in hell." Josh rolled his eyes and stepped back.

  "What are you doing?" TyAnne hissed in his ear.

  "Letting this guy get himself killed." Josh grumbled. Jimmy shot Josh a nasty look as the doors in front of them hissed open.

  "You freak." Jimmy gave Josh the "I'm watching you" gesture as he stepped inside, the inside hissing with suspicious white fog. Then the door whistled shut.

  Josh patted his hand over the tool. He didn't know what it was, TyAnne had explained it to him while Liv was staring at him in the Mons suit and he'd gotten distracted. All he knew is that it had sharp points and he could stab whatever machine was waiting for him on the other side of that door. Josh glowered at the screen above the door, stomach writhing with nerves as there was a freakishly long pause before the screen's count changed from 0 to 1. The crowd cheered at the seeming victory.

  Above Josh, Stu was on the balcony, dashing back and forth from his holographic screen to the railing, trying to figure out if the man with the puffy face was actually Joosh Futturman.

  "It's him, I should have known he would never give up." Tiger rolled her eyes, scolding herself from brushing him of as just Mons citizen having an allergic reaction.

  "Then why the self-mutilation?" Stu asked, quiet yet frantic. When Tiger just shrugged, Stu stared off, going completely silent for a long pause. Tiger hesitated before waving a hand in front of Stu's face.

  "Stu?"

  He jolted back to reality with a grin. "I'm gonna patch it!"

  Tiger watched as he turned back to his holographic screen. "Patch what?"

  "Just a bug in my programming. The Pointed Circle must have been poking around in my system and found a former weakness in my code, Joosh." He said the name with seething hatred. "I've just got to patch it right up, I'll just shut myself down for a quick second and fix it. Then when I'm back, I'll upload him anyways, and torture for all eternity. Together." Stu had a look in his eyes that made Tiger's skin crawl.

  "You can...do that?" Tiger managed to say.

  "Yeah," he shrugged. "It's my system."

  "But when I was in there, I controlled everything..."

  "Yeah, because I let you." Stu laughed as if she were just a silly child who had asked a silly question. Tiger hated it.

  "So...you'll have complete and total control over everything and everyone in MARS?" Tiger asked, head swimming with all the red flags that were finally showing up for her.

  "Yeah." Stu's voice sounded dark. "You think I'll just let people run around all willy-nilly? That would be chaos without an administrator. My world, my rules. I get to decide." Tiger took a step back, trying to feign a smile. "It's for the best, trust me, Tiger."

  Down below, the door whisked open in front of Josh, and he quickly pulled out his tool.

  "What's that?" He heard someone ask from behind him as he walked into the unknown, covered by the scary white fog. He waved it away from his face as the door closed behind him.

  "Josh, remember to press the button-" TyAnne started, but was disconnected. He looked around the room, which was all white, glossy, and empty, save for one metal chair with a strange curved  stem protruding from the back. That was it.

  "Gotcha," Josh whispered as he pressed the button on the weapon and- "Oh my God!" Josh flinched as a red laser shot out from the metal handle. "Oh my God! Lightsaber!" Josh gasped. It was the same laser sword the Biotic commandos had had. He pressed the button again, and the laser changed completely, becoming wider and more rounded. Just like a bat. Josh let out a laugh. "This is awesome!"

  Josh turned to the machine, winding up. "Once a Smasher, always a Smasher." He mumbled to himself. "I could've used this a long time ago."

  "Please be seated so we can begin." An automated voice said.

  "Shut up, robo-lady!" Josh took a swing at the chair, unsure of if it was actually part of the upload machine, but thought it would help just in case. The chair dented, hissing from the heat of the laser bat.

  White fog filtered into the room again, making Josh cough as he inhaled it. It had a lavender scent to it, and, while nice, Josh was annoyed by it. The only truly nice thing about it was how Josh could feel it taking down the swelling in his face. But that wasn’t why he was there. He wound up for another swing before he was overtaken by hacking again. "Oh my God, what is that?" He turned around and looked up at the fog dispensers. He would smash that next if he could...stop feeling so sluggish. His body felt heavy, tumbling backwards, his back hitting the chair, his brain going numb with sudden exhaustion. The room went dark suddenly, but Josh couldn't will himself to get up, being lured by the tendrils of sleep. The laser bat slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. TyAnne and Liv were back online in his ear, screaming for him to get up, but he could barely hear it.

  The lights came back on, and so did the robo-lady. "Initiating Journey to MARS, Mankind's Automated Reality System." Her electronic voice sounded like it was inside his brain. "In three, two..."

  "He stopped." TyAnne jammed the microphone button with her finger. "Why did you stop?" She asked loudly into the microphone. "Josh, why aren't you-"

  "Something's wrong," Liv sounded terrified out of her mind. They could see Josh's icon frozen on the screen. They could see something behind him lighting up as red, signifying he had found the upload machine. "He's frozen or something, he's stuck maybe?"

  "Josh! Smash the machine!" TyAnne yelled into the microphone. No answer.

  "He can't hear us!" Liv wailed.

  "Stu." TyAnne seethed. "He's probably cut off all signals to that one room. Ours isn't going through."

  "Josh!" Liv shouted into the microphone. "Josh, can you hear us?!"

  "Josh! Do you copy?" TyAnne yelled. Suddenly, his icon began to move. Fast. TyAnne and Liv lurched from their seats, Liv's seat toppling over. "He didn't destroy the machine." TyAnne's voice was taut with concern. "Did Stu catch him?"

  Suddenly, Josh was back online, but Tiger's voice was filtering through the feed. "There's no spaceship! There's no Mars! It's all lies!" She was yelling, sounding strained.

  "No! Where are you going?!" They could hear Stu yelling.

  "Tiger turned on Stu." TyAnne breathed out.

  "She saved Josh." Liv was gripping the table so hard her knuckles were turning white. TyAnne quickly switched the screen over to the camera feeds of the Mons. It was chaos. Stu had a giant hologram in the sky screaming at the frightened people.

  "Get back in the line you shaved apes!" He bellowed. Liv lifted a hand to cover her mouth, eyes wide. "I'm not done with you yet! Listen to your Master, your God!"

  "Holy shit..." TyAnne stepped back. A woman's hologram appeared behind Stu. "Dr. Ahmadi?" TyAnne asked.

  "Stu, you're in the lobster trap." She said gently to him.

  "I don't care! The rubber bands are off and the claws are out!" His yells echoed through the Mons. "Fuck humanity!" He flipped off the frightened people down below.

  "What have we done?" TyAnne whispered.

  "Maybe it won't be so bad?" Someone said from behind them.

  Stu composed himself for a moment. "Release the kill-bots."

  TyAnne threw over a chair and screamed in anger.

A/N: hey chat, remember when I said I was gonna upload more often? Yeah I got broken up with later that day and I got depressed. LOL YOU CAN LAUGH IT’S FUNNY!!!!!!! I’m done moping now, life has been shit, so I’m ready to make it fun again!!!!! I’m going to start on season 3, so don’t worry!!!! Bread on Toast will make it to the end!!!!

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DAN BEING A BOOBS GUY VS ME BEING A PRE OP TRANSMASC WE'RE MEANT TO BE. PROBABLY. dude i want to hear all about the kinks you think he has... so easy to dom him i bet. hed laugh so nervously and get super super awkward if you started flirting with him... type of guy to moan if you playfully hit him... type of guy to start whimpering if you pushed your knee into his crotch... i NEED to fuck the shit out of this man im so glad there are like-minded people out there LMAO

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great minds think alike 🦠 anon 🤝🤝🤝 you and me are the bearers of the truth 1!!

ngl when i first read this ask i thought you were asking about dan’s natal chart and i got all excited and wrote This Whole Thing ™ and now i reread your ask and i feel dumb LOL but i’m gonna put this here anyways with a TL;DR at the end so you can skip the astrology shit if you want :) 

mandatory disclaimer that i’m not a professional, this is just for fun, idk what i’m doing, yadda yadda 

so! usually when we don’t know someone’s birth time we just use noon to have an estimated chart, but since i like to do asteroid readings, i tried to guess his rising sign so we would have a more ~accurate~ estimative. from what i’ve read i believe he’s a sag rising bc of his easygoing, child-like, laughs at everything personality - also very tall boi with very long legs - but since i can’t know for sure i won’t be going into too much detail about it. it’s more a way to narrow down his birth time so we can be nosy lol

he has venus in leo in the 9th house. venus in leo ppl like to be the center of attention even if they’re shy so this can translate into dan liking to be the main focus of his partner’s attention during sex, also explains his raging praise kink since he wants to be worshiped and praised for doing a good job. i couldn’t find much about the 9th house but it gives off a reckless vibe so maybe he’d be into public sex ??? something like teasing him under the table while out on a date or calling him a good boy in front of his friends just to see him getting flustered lol also has to do with thighs so he might be into you sitting on his lap and/or grabbing his thighs during sex. i also read that 9th house has a ~foreigner~ thing to it so that also explains why dan is such a weeb (he 101% has jerked off to anime multiple times. he probably prefers watching hentai rather than porn)

mars in libra in the 10th house made me GIGGLE. every time i sniff out a sub they always have either libra mars or cancer mars. it’s funny bc 10th house is usually seen in a dom’s chart but mars in libra has never failed me. libra mars is all about the funny unsuspecting harmless guy that makes you laugh so much that before you know it you’re naked in his bed lol truly giving off “i’m innocent uwu” vibes to charm you. apparently 10th house also has smth to do with public sex (!) and the thrill of getting caught so dan is somewhere out there jerking off at con bathrooms silently hoping one of his friends knocks on the stall to check if he’s still alive. 10th house is all about control so for me this means he likes to be controlled i don’t take criticism !! and also orgasm control. and also maybe authority figures. 

he doesn’t have any signs in his 8th house but his chart is like precisely divided in half at his 8th house placement so he has both cancer and leo energy in his 8th house, which is the house of sex (among other stuff that we don’t care !!). 8th house in cancer also makes me giggle. tell me this man doesn’t have a mommy kink i DARE YOU. also where the boob guy thing comes in, possibly even a breeding kink, so so SO whiny and desperate it makes him look pathetic. one thing about dan is that he is Possessive, type of guy to get jealous so quickly, one (1) person looks at you in public and suddenly his mood soils and he wants to go home. again leo placements just further confirming his praise kink!!! me and you anon? we’re never wrong. 

also something something big dick something something it probably looks good something something pornstar dick something

NOW LISTEN. PLUTO IN SCORPIO 12TH HOUSE. ooooh this man is FREAKY freaky. type of dude to have a sex dungeon at home. type of dude to have a full side of his wardrobe dedicated to sex toys. type of dude to look at someone and be able to guess their kinks just by looking at them. type of dude to learn astrology just to pry into other ppl’s sex lives- oh hold on. i’m just saying he probably has a proship nsfw side acc LMAO he’s one of us fr !! pluto is the planet of sex, desires, secrets, everything that is forbidden etc and scorpio is knowingly The Sexy Sign of the zodiac so imagine my face when i saw this. literally giggling and kicking my feet. a man who likes sex so much that sometimes it might even be a little overwhelming. btw feet? 12th house thing, so i wouldn’t be surprised if he’s into that. 12th house and scorpio are also water based placements so think shower sex, sea sex, might be dedicated to make you squirt… perhaps also a piss kink that he’s ashamed of, since pluto is the secretive part of oneself… taking notes rn

idk much about aspects but he has pluto in sextile aspect with his chiron in virgo (which is about our deepest struggles and how we can heal from them), sextile is a positive aspect, and considering he has pluto in 12th house (house of the unconscious, fears, dreams, and anything relating to the psychic mind), maybe he finds refuge in sex in a way. maybe sex is (or could be) his way of letting go of fears and shame and trauma. maybe the only way he can truly feel free is by embracing his freakiness!!! [chants] one of us one of us one of us

lilith in gemini!!! quite literally speak to the mic. loves dirty talk, moans like a bitch in heat, yknow the drill. gemini also runs the hands and i read someone say “lilith in gemini might have a kink for sucking their partner’s fingers” and my heart LEGIT SKIPPED A BEAT. you know this man is on his back with 3 of your fingers in his mouth whining and looking up at you with big eyes just waiting for you to say he looks good like that. mhhmhFgNFFMHMGF i’m going INSANE i need him in ways that are concerning for society.

asteroids are my favorite part! starting off strong with eros in aries. eros is the asteroid of… well, eroticism lol typically ppl associate eros in aries with a dominant but for dan i think it’s more a case of ���is so much of a sub that he would dom if his partner told him to” lmao again possessiveness and public stuff coming in, and also a very bratty attitude, type of guy that pouts when he gets jealous. aries also rules the head so pull his hair! grab him by the chin! make him look into your eyes as he sucks you off! sit on his face! there’s also a thing with casual hookups so that’s why i said he’d fuck on a 1st date asbhdgjhb (and now knowing he has pluto in scorpio this kinda ties it all together). 

ASTEROID LUST IN CANCER MADE ME SCREAAAAAAAAAMMM this asteroid’s name is self-explanatory i guess hashdj also where i got the boobs guy impression, since cancer rules the chest. just furthers the mommy kink, breeding kink narrative. read somewhere that it can also relate to mirror sex and 69 so. there’s that on that. again, very submissive, wants to be taken care of, will curl up in your lap and say please, mommy while touching your chest !

ALSO. HIS EROS IS IN 4TH HOUSE. 4TH HOUSE IS THE HOUSE OF CHEST, PARENTAL FIGURES, AND DOMESTICITY. HIS LUST IS IN THE 8TH HOUSE WHICH IS THE HOUSE OF SEX, GENITALS, SECRETS AND FEARS. HELLO??? DOES ANYONE HEAR ME???? [jay’s voice] sicko.

i pried into other asteroids as well but this is already SO FUCKING LONG OMG so i’ll leave that to another time LOL if you’ve gotten this far i applaud you and i hope you had fun reading all of it!! <3

TL;DR: praise kink, mommy kink, breeding kink, boobs guy, shower sex, public sex, jealous & possessive, can be a brat, is the freakiest among freaks, probably has an anime sex doll.

[pepper-up-potion]

Starry nights (Remus Lupin x fem!reader)

Summary: Remus has a crush on reader but never directly admits it so reader grows impatient and fesses up before him.

Warnings: the mention of the word penis (not in a sexual way it’s a joke more specifically the penis game where u say the word lowered and lowered in a public place), nothing else, it’s just fluff

Word count: 1783 words

A/n: Once again a fic inspired by my relationship 🙈. I feel like Remus is one of those people that thinks you’re already dating and forgets to make it official (much like my bf) so I wrote a fic about that. Hope you like it :)

(Y/n) is scribbling away trying to finish her astronomy paper about Jupiter’s moons before the end of her free period. She’s gone up to the library where she expects no distractions and absolute silence.

This wish is met until she arrives at her concluding paragraph. Laughs erupt from the front entrance of the library and she suspects that is all the work she is going to get done before class. Three boys sit down in front of her while she finishes her sentence. She finally looks up at Sirius, James and Remus who have just started playing the penis game.

“Penis” James whispers.

“Penis” says Sirius with a normal register. The few students close by turn their heads and look in disapproval. To this the boys start howling with laughter.

Remus fills his lungs and gets ready to scream but she cuts him off.

“Shhhh. You’ll get us kicked out.” She whispers with her eyes narrowed.

Remus looks at her apologetically as he releases the air from his lungs. “Sorry” he mumbles, cheeks red.

“We’re bored y/n come hang out with us.” Says James with a whiny voice.

“Don’t you have work to do?” She whispers sharply. Maybe if Madam Pince sees her whispering she’ll only kick out the boys and let her stay and finish her paper.

“Ughh who caressss” groans Sirius.

“We were thinking of playing a short game of quidditch. Do you wanna come with us?” Remus whispers.

“It sounds fun but I really want to finish this paper before my next class.” His face falls when she declines but he quickly covers it with an acknowledging nod.

“nerd.” Coughs Sirius.

She sticks her tongue out at him making them chuckle.

They quickly realize she isn’t going to budge and before she knows it, they were gone. Grateful for the peace and quiet she focuses back to her paper and writes down another sentence. As she ponders on what to write next she looks up and notices a small bit of folded parchment that had not been there before the boys came to visit.

Looking around to make sure it couldn’t be someone else's, she reaches out and unfolds the paper. Maybe she will recognize one of the boys’ writing and give it back to them.

Meet me at the boathouse at 10:00 tonight. -Mooney

Her stomach fills with butterflies and a deep blush tints her cheeks. It’s been a month now they’ve been going on what feels like dates. It’s always just the two of them, the activity always more romantic than the last. Remus walks her back to her common room every time and there’s the occasional hand hold during these night excursions. Neither of them have addressed how they feel about each other. It’s like a secret they’re both trying to keep from each other. A belief that it’s better left unsaid. Sometimes she wonders what would happen if she told him how she felt.

~

Remus is standing at the edge of the harbor looking out at the still water.

“Should I have brought a bathing suit? Or maybe a life jacket? How good are you with boats?” She jokes with a quizzical brow.

Remus does a fast 180 and smiles wide as soon as he sees her face.

“Do you trust me (y/n)?” He asks, smirking.

I trust you more than anyone. I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you. It’s what she wants to say. She looks in his soft eyes. It’s like he knows the answer already. She settles with a small nod instead.

He grabs her hand and guides her to one of the small boats. He steps in first, offering his hand to help her next. With the flick of his wand the boat moves forward.

“Where are we going?” She asks, already a few guesses in mind.

“You’ll see.” He smirks.

It’s mid-October and she can already feel the cold wind stinging her cheeks as the boat moves away from the castle and into the darkness. They mostly ride in silence. There’s the occasional question and anecdote about their day but they don’t really feel it’s necessary to fill the silence.

“Were here” he says after a while.

“What do you mean we're here? There’s nothing here but water!” She says in somewhat of a panic.

“No love, look behind you.” The surname makes her stomach knot on itself and she feels her cheeks turn that familiar pink. She still can’t believe how easily he can get her all flustered.

She turns at the same time as the boat docks onto an island.

“This is bowtruckle island.” Remus says as he climbs out of the boat and gives her a hand out. “I come here when I need some time away from the boys. This is the only place they don’t know I go to. I call it my safe haven.”

She laughs but after looking at the small island, she sort of understands what he means. “There’s something sort of serene about this place. I can see why you like it.”

“Exactly.” He looks at her in absolute admiration. He knew she would see it too, it’s like she understands him perfectly, she feels what he feels.

For a moment they both stand awkwardly on the shore before Remus pulls out a pack. He walks towards the large tree that almost takes up the whole surface of the island. He pulls a blanket and two small pillows from the pack and lays them out on the ground. He looks up at (y/n) and points to one of the pillows.

“I thought we could look at the stars together.” He suggests.

She smiles and nods in agreement. She never knew Remus could be such a romantic until they started these “dates”.

Their conversations flow smoothly as they talk about the stars and classes and funny memories, getting more and more familiar with one another. They eventually fall into a comfortable silence. The rhythmic sound of the water swishing onto the shore helps her drift away into her thoughts. She wishes she could stay there forever. She feels at her best when she’s with Remus. She thinks maybe she should tell him that. Maybe she should tell him everything she’s ever thought about him. How badly she wants to kiss him. How much she wishes they could be a couple and walk around the school hand in hand to rub in everyone’s face that they are together. How she’s had a crush on him ever since he smiled and shook her hand when they first met in second year.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a sudden warm feeling around her hand. Remus had intertwined his fingers with hers. She turns her head towards him and they lock eyes. There’s a hopeful glint in his eyes. He turns his body a bit to face her and leans forward. She closes her eyes in anticipation for their first kiss when a strong gust of wind swoops their way. It sends a strong shiver down her spine and immediately kills the moment as she curls into herself and unintentionally moves away from Remus.

“Cold?” He whispers. It’s soft but there’s a light growl indicating he’s bummed. He sits up and grabs another blanket from his bag and unfolds it.

“This should hel-“

“What is this Remus?” It comes off much harsher than she had anticipated but she hardly had time to think before she spat out the words. She thinks maybe it would have been better to say any of the things she had been thinking before he went in for a kiss but she’s quite flustered. She’s fallen for Remus years ago and her feelings grow stronger every time they see each other. She just wants more clarity on what is going on between them and she’s growing impatient about it.

“What?” A panicked look crosses his face. “It’s a blanket...?” He tries.

“No Remus, I mean this.” She sits up and gestures to her surroundings. He furrows his brows in confusion. “Well, you’ve been planning these elaborate and romantic nights where we hold hands and do couple things and I have so much fun every time and I feel like we get along really well and I really like you, like I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else because you’re so kind and caring and thoughtful and funny and you smell good and you have nice hair and you’re the only person I want to take home to meet my parents and then kiss in my room afterwards.” She rambles out in one breath. Remus chuckles with a look of pure delight on his face as (y/n) pants completely out of breath, cheeks tomato red from the blunt confession.

“Do I have to wait until I meet your parents to kiss you?” He asks. She can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

“Please don’t.”

He cups her cheek before leaning forwards and softly placing his lips to hers. It starts slow and tentative but quickly develops into a desperate kiss as they make up for years of lustful temptations. Remus places a hand behind her head and one on her waist and guides her down onto the blanket as she hums softly in encouragement.

“Woooooo!”

“Finally!”

“Yeah Mooney!”

The cheers echo on the lake as Remus and (y/n) jump apart in surprise. They spot another boat on the water with three boys in it. Remus shakes his head as Sirius jumps up in excitement which sways the boat so far that Peter falls in the water. Peter pulls on the boat until it capsizes and soon there are three heads bobbing in the water.

“Merlin, I can’t with those three.” Remus shakes his head but his adoring smile says otherwise. “This is your final chance to back out. I can’t even take you to my quiet place without them interrupting.” He points his thumb towards the three who are now bickering on how to turn the boat over.

She places her finger on her chin pretending to think about it. “Hmmm, I think the benefits out weigh the consequences” She concludes.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” he says as he fills the space between stopping before their lips meet and quickly jerking back. “Just to be clear, I like you too.” He blurts with a panicked face and hands out to stop her from leaning forward.

“I’m happy we got that cleared up.” She smiles wide. “Now get back here.” She whispers as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for another kiss, the sound of the boys yelling fading out as the kiss deepens.

[queenchaos]

So...I did a thing....

Ahhhh I’ve been so bored during these times that I went back through old art n my many DED DeviantArt accounts. I found this old beauty from 2013-14.... and I decided to redraw my girl in the middle

It’s me and two old friends during our TMNT phase in middle school. Kelsi (Sophie), Ella (Me Emma), and Tara (Sara). We’d actually call each other by these names and have over text Role plays....

Wrote fanfics bout us n everythin! Here’s the only one that I help with:

Kelsi gave a tiny wave to Donatello as he left with his brothers for patrol. He turned around and looked at her with pleading eyes. He had tried to convince them he needed to hang back, but now that Tara was here they decided to let her take over on watch patrol there. He glanced between the Shellraiser and his friend.

"You sure you don't want me to-"

"Nope! I'm fine, Tara will be here, and if I run into problems I can call. Just go, I can handle myself!" Tara gave a sharp nod and motioned with her hands for him to move along.

"Go on Don, I've got her." He hesitated before slipping inside and driving off. There was a moment of silence between the two cousins, smiles beginning to form on their faces.

"Is he gone?" Kelsi stretched her neck in an attempt to get a closer look. Tara ran over and peeked out.

"Gone, the taillights just disappeared." She looked back with a grin. "Ready?"

"Ready!" She snatched her laptop from underneath her wheelchair and opened the lid, browsing through the list they had made an hour earlier, complete with links and information underneath each case.

It wasn't that they were hiding this from the turtles they just…they wanted to do this on their own. If any of them figured out what it was they were up to, they were toast. No doubt that they would immediately be banned from continuing their new pastime, and life would go back to its former dull throbbing. There were nine pages worth of things to look at, and they couldn't choose for the longest time.

"We might want to start with something easy." Tara sighed, leaning back and scanning her eyes over the list. "I don't know, like maybe a missing cat."

"That's way too easy."

"Not for you." She teased. "But yeah, I know. What are you thinking?"

"Maybe bump it up a notch and try missing person?" Kelsi scrolled the cursor over the link to the site.

"You do realize you're on that list right?" Tara smirked. "Lucky me, I found Kelsi, how much money do I get?"

"Shut up." Kelsi threw her head back and laughed. "Just shut up, that's not funny."

She turned back to the screen while her cousin gave a fake pout. "Seriously, they'll be back in a few hours we need to pick something." She opened a link up to a case involving a missing car. It was merely out of curiosity, she had a feeling their first job would end up being a cat after all. She skimmed over the article and blinked in confusion, mumbling to herself.

"What is it?"

"Just reading, according to this article the car disappeared last Sunday when some hijacker stole it, but according to the owner, the car never left his garage."

"Pshh, well it's gone now, it had to end up leaving at one point or another." Tara leaned in closer to read the tiny print. "Footage? The guy kept six cameras in his garage? Must be quite the car."

"Yeah, it is actually." Kelsi opened up the picture attached. A cherry red Corvette that shone like the sun came up on the screen, and Tara could only cringe and suck in air through her teeth.

"Ouch, talk about money down the toilet."

"If there's a reward of over 1,000 dollars then he's not too hurt over it."

"One thousand?! For a Corvette?! This guy's trying to pull off some bargain, nobody's going to look for a Corvette with only one thousand dollars to gain."

"Nobody…except us."

"No."

"Tara! Come on!" Kelsi whipped her head around and pleaded, whining and shaking the monitor. "One thousand dollars, we can get it if we try!"

"Absolutely not. Not for that much money."

"We could weasel more out of him when we're done." Kelsi gave a grin. She wanted this really bad, Tara could tell. Though she didn't blame her, she spent a lot of time down there after all. The smell was beginning to become the norm for Tara. That was new.

"You are evil." Tara laughed.

"Come on, are you in or are you out?"

Tara hesitated. She wanted the money out of it, she wanted the adventure out of it, and she wanted to completely defy all rules she had been given in the past week. And finding that Corvette with her cousin could give her all of it. Kelsi held out her hand and raised an eyebrow, giving another annoying whiny plea. Tara sighed and shook her hand, letting another smile spread across her face.

"I'm in, let's go get that car."

Tara had her head phones plugged into her phone, simultaneously FaceTiming Kelsi as she walked down the streets of New York. It smelled like gasoline and crap, but she had started the mission and she was fine with it. The boys were on the other side of town, nothing could bother her as of right now.

“Okay, the garage should be coming up on your left,” Kelsi said. She was peering at the directions on her laptop and looking up to check on her cousin every two minutes. “There’s an alarm planted on every angle of it though, watch it.”

“How am I going to get in then?” Tara replied, making eye contact with her cousin through the screen. The resolution was fuzzy still, but she could manage. “I can’t take down all of the alarms, there are probably hidden ones.”

“Yeah, there are.” Kelsi began squinting at the screen again. “But you might be able to take them all out if you could disable the mainframe on the top floor.”

“I don’t know how to disable the mainframe Kels’, I’m not that smart.” Tara approached the building and crossed the street, leaning up against the side of it and pretending to smoke with a fake cigarette she had made a few minutes earlier. “I wish you could take it out for me.”

“I can’t, I would have to be there in person, besides, I’m not even sure I could accomplish that, I’m not terribly good with computers outside of error code fixes.”

“Then what do I do? I’m lost as to what you want from me here.” Tara peeked down the sides of the alleys, hoping nobody was listening in on their conversation. The feed went static, then came back in.

“You need to climb up the fire escape on the tattoo parlor next door and hop across to the roof of the garage.”

“Hop across? As in, jump-in-mid-air-and-land-on-the-other-rooftop across?”

“Yes, that kind of across? Cool?”

Tara swallowed a lump in her throat and shrugged, stuffing her fake cigarette back into her pocket. She found the fire escape and swung up trying to make as little noise as possible. It was really dark outside, but a few people roamed the streets checking out street vendors. Her main fear was either falling from the building or getting caught. She couldn’t choose which one was worse.

“I’m at the top.” Tara’s hair blew off to the side and she looked back down at her phone. Kelsi had her eyes fixed on her cousin with a weak smile and twitchy hands. “I’m going to jump now.”

“Just pray you don’t end up like me.”

“Thanks for the encouragement.” Her heart pounded as she approached the edge of the building and scuffed her foot on the concrete ledge. It definitely wasn’t comfy below, but she had to jump now or the entire mission would end. Was this even worth it? Self-doubt was incredible.

Tara gripped her phone tight, took in a deep breath, and pushed off. The first few seconds were slow motion, she couldn’t even tell she was falling or flying through the air. She didn’t dare open her eyes, she shut them tight enough for them to split. Her legs flailed around uselessly. She landed on the other rooftop with a solid thumping, and all the air in her lungs whooshed out with a grunt. Concrete again, she had made the jump.

“Yes! Tara you made it!” Kelsi clapped and gave a cheer.

“I…I need a moment.” Tara’s body shook with fear and her limbs ached, but she was more than proud that she had made it. She was okay now, she could complete the mission. After thirty seconds she managed to stop shaking and stand up again.

“Okay Tara, see the entrance?”

“No, there’s an air vent and weeds up here.” Tara said. “And a few dead cockroaches, ew.”

“About that air vent…hehe…”

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT, NOT IN A MILLION YEARS KELSI!” Tara glared at her phone, her cousin rubbing the back of her neck and whistling awkwardly.

“That’s the only way into the mainframe com-“

“NO! I AM NOT SQUEEZING THROUGH SOME DUMB AIR VENT, THINK AGAIN CHAPMAN!” Tara shook her head furiously. No way in no universe was anyone, especially Kelsi, going to force her down a stuffy air vent where she couldn’t breathe, and where she would get her arms stuck a moment later.

“Tara, there is literally no other way to get in, I’m sorry.”

“Then the deal’s off, I am not climbing through an air vent.” Tara shook her head and pursed her lips. “Not today, not ever.”

“Tara!” The whiny voice had come back, Tara hated that voice. “Please, don’t you want that money?”

“Yeah, but it isn’t worth a trip down that death hole air vent.”

“Tara, I didn’t want it to come to this but…climb down that air vent or I will tell Raph.” Kelsi had a slightly amused face now.

“I don’t really care if you tell him.” Tara shrugged.

“We aren’t talking about the same thing Tara. I’m talking about this mission, here and now. He will kill you.”

There was a moment of silence where they just stared at each other making strange faces and giving glares. “Don will kill you too to be honest.”

“No he won’t. I didn’t leave the lair. He would kill you though for leaving me down here alone. Options Tara, tick, tock.” Kelsi seemed really amused now, she had the worst poker face known to mankind. Tara stared at her with a hard glare.

“What if I told Donnie that you did something illegal?”

“I didn’t do anything illegal. That argument is invalid.”

“You’re assisting my break-in into some rich guy’s car garage.” Tara gave a smirk and crossed her arms. “So much for ‘invalid’ sister.”

“Why are we even talking about this, get into the air vent and get those tapes!”

Tara really hated this. She really hated this. There was nothing else for her to do, she didn’t fancy the idea of jumping across the buildings and climbing back down the fire escape again. She didn’t fancy sitting there waiting for the cops or Raph to find her either. She could always try climbing down the side of the brick building though. “I’m climbing down the side of the building and coming back, let’s get a new mission.” Tara headed over to the side and stuck one leg over when-

“Tara you’re a coward! Get in that air vent or I’ll tell them all you were a wimp when I reveal our mission!” Kelsi shouted.

“THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU KELS’!” Tara swung her leg back over and punched the lid off the vent, sliding her body inside. Hot and stuffy. Delightful. She crawled further down and it got cooler though, before she knew it she was directly above the entrance to the mainframe security, and she dropped in as quiet as a mouse. “What now?”

“There should be a power switch on the wall, flip that down.”

Surely enough, there it was, a big red switch she took pleasure in killing. The lights flickered out, leaving Kelsi’s FaceTime as the only source of light. “Now turn it back on, the computer should have corrupted.” And corrupted it was, error messages flashing on the screens, security cameras twitching, and not a single alarm going off.

“Genius. You’re a genius Kels-“

There was a soft thump behind her and she whipped around to face another girl about her age with medium length dark hair. She wore a jean jacket and black leggings, and she brushed off her legs with a huff. Tara’s heart leaped and she took a staggering step back. The girl looked up with a crooked smile and shoved her out of the way, opening the door to the garage and slamming it behind her.

“Get back here you punk!” Tara stuffed her phone in her pocket and ran after her, trailing the ear buds on the ground and nearly tackling the stranger on the concrete if it weren’t for her quick dodge and arm lock. “Let go of me you idiot, I will kill you right now!”

“Yeah, sure.” Her voice was soft and delicate. “I’m guessing you’re looking for the tapes on that Corvette too? Well they’re mine, thanks for taking security out for me.” She dropped Tara and ran to the back wall, stumbled up and freed one of the cameras from its plastic holders. Tara was red in the face and ready to kill.

“What right do you have?!”

“Every right, the same rights you have.” She landed softly back on the ground and gave another grin. “But your nerd forgot to tell you that there was only one camera working that night. And that’s this one.” She pointed at the device and sighed. “Such a shame you missed out on that money. Well, I’ll catch you later!”

“NERD?! EXCUSE ME!” There was a muffled shout from Tara’s pocket that she ignored. She reached in and hung up the call. Kelsi couldn’t bother her right now.

She made a dash for the exit but Tara grabbed her by the arm and slammed her into the ground. “No thanks, I think I’ll catch you later!” She snatched the camera and sprinted out the door and down the stairs to the exit. Her feet practically flew across the cement, but the same girl flipped over her and landed in front of her, hand outstretched.

“It was mine first.”

“I don’t care.”

“Who do you think you are?” She crossed her arms and glared.

“Tara. Nice to meet you. Now if you’ll excuse me…” She ducked in-between her legs and kept running. “I have business to take care of!”

Tara hated this girl, she wanted to put a good nineteen feet between them and get back to the lair before any of the turtles came back. Patrol time was almost up. She could hear the footsteps behind her though, that idiot was going to follow her. She needed to lead her in the wrong direction.

She reached the bottom and skidded across the ground to the fire exit, but the girl yanked her hair, stole the camera, and pushed ahead again. Tara shouted and cursed, waving her fist and chasing after her, but the dark haired girl disappeared into the dark alleys across the street before Tara could catch her. A small piece of paper fluttered in the breeze, Tara figured it were just a shred of a magazine or newspaper. But instead it had handwritten words on it in silver sparkling pen ink. She snatched it from the wind’s grasp and fumbled picking her phone back up to redial Kels’. The note made her even angrier.

Have a wonderful day!

~Ella

Tara crumpled up the scrap and stomped on it, her breathing heavy again. She slipped back into the sewers and trudged through the raw sewage all the way back.

Ella was going to regret messing up her chance for the money.

She was going to regret it.

[doortjeanais]

SUGAR, WE'RE GOING DOWN :p

“Oppa, i like someone.”

Yoongi almost choked on his chips as Yoonji, his favorite twin sister, plopped beside him. It’s hard enough to keep Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok from following her around like sick fools and now she’s telling him she’s eyeing someone.

Yoonji, his little petal, is now a woman.

“No.” Yoongi said, curt and short. A warning Yoonji knows is reserved for things Yoongi labels as “stupid”.

She flipped out her phone, and showed Yoongi a video on Instagram. A young boy, not more than 18, dancing to Trey Songz’s Slow Motion in his sweatpants. Just his sweatpants. Yoongi looked at the username and bursted out laughing.

“Him? Good luck with that. Hah! Tell me when he talks to you.” With that, Yoongi took his things and walked out to his next class.

“Oppa, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Yoongi turned around and smirked at his dumbfounded sister.

“Perfoming Arts Building. Studio 4. He’s there, I am fucking sure he is. If you get to talk to him, let me know and I will personally wed you. Hahahaha good luck, sunshine!”

Just then, Jimin and Hoseok are racing against each other towards Yoonji’s direction, both carrying a bouquet.

Yoonji hid under the table and looked up the directions to Performing Arts Building, Studio 4, determined to make Yoongi embarass himself for thinking she can’t have Jeon Jungkook.

***

“Like I said, Jungkook is busy.”

Taehyung is looking down at a feisty girl who is tapping her foot while looking up at him, her arms folded against her chest.

“What do you mean he’s busy? HE’S JUST SITTING THERE ON THE FLOOR.”

He can feel a migraine kicking in. Jungkook has had a slew of fangirls and this one takes the cake. She wants to talk to Jungkook but since he has, under oath with Overwatch on the line, sworn to keep the door closed from all distractions especially girls, Taehyung has been arguing with her for the past 15 mins.

“Jungkook needs time to meditate before practice. That means more time alone and no time for other people, especially whiny, pushy, and tiny (He put his inder finger atop her head. Yoonji is furious.) little fangirls. Now go away, Jungkook hates noise.”

She stomped her foot. “You insufferable oaf! How dare you keep Jeon Jungkook to yourself! Who are you and who made you king to tell me what I can and cannot do?”

“Kim Taehyung, 20 years old. Theatre Major. Jeon Jungkook’s personal door guard and master of female affairs. Now let go of what ever grand ideas you have involving Jungkookie because I can assure you, he’s not interested. Bye midget.” With that, Taehyung slammed the door at Yoonji’s face.

Yoonji screamed in frustration. No one has done anything remotely disrespectful until now. No one ever refused Min Yoonji before. No, not today Satan.

She dialled Park Jimin’s number and soon Jimin is running towards her. He was about to glomp here when she whipped out her pepper spray gun and pointed it at Jimin’s face. Her eyes trained on the door Taehyung just slammed at her face.

“Yoonji-ah…” Jimin croaked. “What can oppa do for you, baby girl?”

“Do you know Jeon Jungkook?”

Jimin nodded. “Yup, we grew up together. Why, baby girl?” He slung his arm over her shoulders and smiled smugly. Yoonji pointed her pepper gun directly into his nostril and Jimin retracted his arms quickly.

“Call me baby one more time, I swear you will never smell anything again. Now,” she turned to him and smiled sweetly. Jimin was floored. “I want you to give him my phone number and if he texts me and asks me out, maybe, I’ll let you walk me to class tomorrow.” She traced a letter S on Jimin’s chest before poking him to drive a point.

“Ow! Yoonji, really? Jungkook? Why?”

“Do it Jimin, if you can’t, don’t even think about chasing me anywhere. I’ll put you under a restraining order.” She winked at him and strutted down the hall.

“I’ll be waiting~~”

The 2nd floor of the Performing Arts building heard a loud ‘you bastard’ and a door breaking.

People realized one thing that day: never get Park Jimin angry.

***

“Oww owww Tae, be gentle will you?!”

Taehyung dabbed Jungkook’s bruised cheek with betadine. Jimin went ape shit on Jungkook about stealing his girl and punched him squarely on the face. Jungkook was confused as to Jimin’s unusual, albeit unimaginable wrath. Mochis never get angry.

“Who the hell is she anyway? OWW!!! Tae, quit dabbing will you?! You’re getting me more bruised.”

“I dunno Kook, maybe if we bruise your face even more then maybe I don’t need to shoo girls away every fucking day or maybe we can stop that Yoonji girl from thirsting over you and maybe we can have Mochi back to being squishy okay? So c'mere, let me bruise you even more!”

“Stop it Tae! It hurts.” Taehyung drops the cotton ball and passes Jungkook the ice pack the nurse left. Damn, Jungkook can’t even let girls touch him. His bestfriend is sick in the head.

“I hate Min Yoonji. First, she took Jimin away, then she even got you hurt and now, Jimin is Monster Chim. Give me your phone Kook.”

“I can’t believe Mochi did this. Remember he said my face was precious Tae? How can he punch me over some stupid girl?! Wait, Tae, what are you doing with my phone?”

“I just sent Min Yoonji a message from Hell. Now are you done? Can we go home and play Overwatch? I’m starving.”

“You’re buying and I will be handicapped . You did not hold the door as you are supposed to. You broke your oath, loser.”

“Shit. Enjoy Satan, Min Yoonji.”

That day, the world also realized that the worst thing (depending on who you ask) that can happen is getting Kim Taehyung breathing revenge.

***

Min Yoonji is happy. Min Yoonji is excited to see her dumb brother’s face when she sends him a selca with the love of her life, Jeon Jungkook. Jimin must have done his end of the bargain as Jeon Jungkoom sent her a message.

JJK97 Hey there, sorry I was busy. Wanna meet later? CAFE SLAMMED at 730. Meet me by the bar. Don’t get bored without me. xx

MinJi Took you long enough to reply, Jeon. Be thankful I am gracing your presence later.

So there she was, in a cafe slowly getting filled with a bunch of people. A lonely chair under a spotlight sits on an off-center stage. She took a sip of her strawberry shake when a voice, deep and engaging broke her reverie.

***

“What did you message Min Yoonji?” Jungkook asked as he and Taehyung are battling it out on Overwatch in Taehyung’s brother’s room. Joonie’s TV is bigger.

“I sent her to the depths of hell.”

Jungkook slowly turned his face to Taehyung, who is turning blue in holding back his laughter. Jungkook bursted out laughing seconds later.

“No… We don’t even wish that to our enemies Tae. You’re so bad.”

“No Kook, she started it. Girl needs to meet Satan.”

The cracked up wildly, tapping their hands onto the floor.

***

No one wants to hear an off beat, too political malady disguised as a spoken word poem. The heavily packed cafe soon got emptied, with only Min Yoonji looking at the performer under the spotlight.

She did not understand his pathetic piece about rich kids and their rolls royce but it was all in English so, what was your point?

One thing is for sure: Jeon Jungkook has been long forgotten. Min Yoonji is now smitten with someone else.

***

Min Yoongi is writing a slick rap piece about his favorite twin sister’s stupid crush on one Jeon Jungkook. He smirked at the idea of rapping it to her smug face when she comes home without having talked to the elusive, woman-hater Jeon Jungkook she’s been crushing on when his phone dinged.

MinYoonJi posted a new photo.

Yoongi was expecting another tsundere selca but was greeted by a photo of his sister, kissing the cheek of one tall guy with a goofy face and a pair of nice dimples.

A face Min Yoongi so wants to punch, kick, and burn. But her caption made Yoongi want to skin the guy alive.

“First Love.”

“KIM NAMJOON HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY PRECIOUS PETAL’S LIPS, YOU TALENTLESS PIECE OF SHIT!”

And that my friends is how Min Yoonji found her first love, Kim Namjoon (who is by the way, the person her twin brother loves to hate.)

***

So @biatch-with-wifi sent me a photo of a spliced min yoongi/min yoonji and she had an AU idea for a fic. A few exchanges later, it became the gist of this one shot, right here. Errors are all mine, not beta read. Enjoy the crack. Share the crack. Hahahaha

[psy-kylo-gy]

Dear Antis & Pablo Hidalgo: We're not stupid. We KNOW Kylo is the villain.

No one is saying (or should be saying) he’s not a villain. If they are saying that, they’re analyzing the information incorrectly. TFA makes his villainy ABUNDANTLY clear. They don’t sugarcoat anything, we are told outright that he destroyed his Parents’ and Uncle’s lives, they don’t brush Lor San Tekka or Han under the rug, they don’t downplay his torturing Poe or Rey or hurting Finn. JJ flat out calls him a coward, which he is. Kylo Ren is a persona, someone who WANTS to be like Vader and who WANTS to deny the light exists. He thinks Ben Solo was weak and foolish. This inner conflict is one of his key defining characteristics, the other is that he is NOT HAPPY with this path he chose–this path he supposedly wants so badly–whether he admits it or not.

Since Pablo likes to apparently mock men who show emotion or people who deal poorly with their “manpain” (which is another way of saying “LOL, this guy could be coded as mentally ill but really he’s just a pathetic pussy and a crappy whiny entitled anti-hero that I can’t stand and I want everyone to know that his parents were PERFECT and Snoke manipulating him was a JOKE we threw in at the last minute because Leia is just a hopeful mom who doesn’t really know anything about her own child–Ben Solo was BORN BAD and you should all hate him cuz I sure do, LULZ!”) Pablo is, to me, just another useless unhelpful derogatory petty black-and-white only! asshole fanboy I can’t ever take seriously. And if he wrote these movies and wrote Kylo like he apparently wanted then I know many people besides myself who would have been *sorely* disappointed. This writing team wrote three heroes AND A VILLAIN that I’m invested in now. Suck a dick, Pablo.

Since Kylo is NOT written like other Star Wars villains I can’t really bring myself to have a set standard of expectations for him as I do other Star Wars villains–which includes:

• death by the hero’s hands, or • redemption by death

Perhaps another option is available now because Kylo makes me **gasp** question a lot of things, especially when it concerns Rey and their “interesting relationship going forward”!!! So, my dear Antis & Pablo, I guess I should apologize for… what exactly? For being interested in this unique villain’s fate? How his role as a villain might change later based on the multitude of conflict in his character? For the canon compassion he has strangely shown to a prisoner of war? For looking deeper into things–for speculating beyond what few details we are explicitly told? No, I can’t (and won’t) just overlook that Kylo has done horrible things but I also can’t (and won’t) overlook that he is ALSO written in the script, the film, and both novels (and blatantly I might add) as a character with Byronic traits and sympathetic qualities:

• He has a “Bottomless well of pain” • He has been taught by Snoke to think that Vader only “failed” because of sentiment. Vader *choosing* to return to the light was not discussed, rather it was Luke’s sole desire to “tempt” his father into death from compassion • He is pleased when his own people fear him, which feeds into his obsession with Darth Vader, who he wants so badly to emulate because he fears that he himself will never be strong enough • Is told “you are my favorite, you are so special” by his father figure only to be told the next minute “I don’t think you’re strong enough to do this one thing I need you to do though.” I mean… they can’t make it any clearer. That is textbook abuser/groomer lingo. • Is shown to be very passionate and emotional (of all shades) and openly forthcoming with those emotions. Still very capable of attachment though he stubbornly denies it. • So isolated that the only support system he has to console him in any time of need is the charred mask of his dead grandfather • A man who has “shirked the sun” • “A student who took no joy in his studies. One who perceived only the great problems of the galaxy and not its simple pleasures.” • “His mind was a turbulent ocean of fear” • Han did not understand nor have faith in his son, in his eyes Ben “was always drawn to the dark side… he had too much Vader in him” and Han “would’ve given anything for his son to be ordinary–like him.” Daddy issues are very much a thing for Kylo Ren • Is directly berated by Snoke for being weak (“You have compassion for her.”) • “Starved himself of nourishment” • “His eyes were dim and dark and terribly sad.” • At the mere mention of Leia both by Snoke and by Han, Kylo Ren shows intense emotion. There is still a strong link there. • “In his last few seconds of life Han saw only his son. The darkness in his eyes. And the sadness. Han forgave his son for what he had done and prayed that his son could forgive him in return.”

With defining characteristics like that, Kylo’s character has choices in his story arc if only for the simple fact *because* he is written as multi-dimensional and occasionally sympathetic. This all points to what I said before–Kylo Ren is unlike the usual Star Wars villain… he is actually suffering intensely for his craft and letting himself be Snoke’s puppet because he has so little self worth besides his Force abilities. He doesn’t know anything else. I went into TFA fully expecting to hate Kylo with my entire soul but, like Han, I saw sadness there and a huge absence of joy in being the villain. Now, I personally enjoy Kylo’s villainy, I love his Skywalker sass and his melodrama, I love that he can be completely calm or completely unhinged, I love that he’s not completely consumed by the dark yet but he WANTS to be so badly, I love that the light in him refuses to go away, and I love that he’s not pure evil incarnate for the sake of evil such as Tarkin, Palpatine, Vader, Boba Fett, Jabba, etc. He is a *really* interesting villain and I don’t understand why Pablo despises him so much except that he resents the fact that so many fans have taken to Kylo Ren. Maybe don’t make such a relatable human villain next time, kay?

I also want to add that I don’t think Kylo was brainwashed at all. I don’t get that vibe. Kylo isn’t stupid by any means… but he has definitely been coaxed from a very young age by a predator to think in a way he wouldn’t normally think. Pablo is so confusing because he doesn’t always correlate to what the film and the novels tell us. He makes it sound like he was “born bad” but that’s not what the story is saying to me at all. A powerful Force-sensitive being took advantage of this child’s innocence and twisted it into fear, obedience, and insecurity. I’m not sorry for having sympathy for Kylo, at least for that much. Pablo also says that Kylo blames everyone else? I’m sure he blames his parents for not being there and blames Luke for something as well. But as far as we can see he *wanted* to be with Snoke and wouldn’t blame his fall–something he wanted–on anyone else. He doesn’t blame Snoke for a DAMN THING and even defends him to Han.

What happens to Kylo from now on lingers on Kylo NOT being the coward anymore. He is so powerful but so afraid, and so alone. The dark doesn’t have to be his destiny, and I hope it isn’t. Some people can’t seem to accept that we’re not excusing actions or making him blameless. We’re saying he can change, the way he has been written thus far supports that. Also… this is Star Wars. Darth Vader became a freaking light side Force ghost after killing perhaps millions of innocent people. I’m not saying Kylo will get a redemption, I’m not saying he *deserves* a redemption, I’m saying he is the type of character who could make a redemption arc work in a really powerful way. You don’t know what’s going to happen… don’t knock us for something you don’t know about either.

I expect him to be very villainous in Episode VIII… but as a character I also expect growth because he is a focus of this trilogy just like Finn and Rey. Killing Han weakened him, being defeated (and turned down) by Rey appalled him, he’s going to have to prove himself even more to Snoke now because he did a huge chain of fuck-ups during TFA, including the huge one that Snoke blatantly warned him about: that nasty ol’ compassion. I’m really excited for Episode VIII and I won’t let antis or Pablo bring me down. I’m giving Rian Johnson my full attention.

[pigeonacademic]

His parents were ableist, I agree with the other anon. I'm self dxed with mental illnesses, and nobody who self dx'es is harmful to ANYONE solely because we self dx, we're just trying to figure ourselves out. He should have been listened to by his parents, but self dx has NOTHING to do with it .

Actually YES IT DOES!!You want to know WHY self diagnosis has everything to do with it??

It all started when people started to learn more about mental illnesses and became accepting that they DID exist for the most part. Yeah, you got those idiots who didn’t know much and were ableist, BUT most of the time people took mental illnesses SERIOUSLY. 

Then somehow by some fucking way, people were self-diagnosing themselves with depression to be edgy, and using that as an excuse for why they can’t do shit all the time and I mean a LOT of people started doing it.

Next up was Bipolar Disorder, also taken up by self-diagnosers who used it as an excuse to be cunts to people and going “Don’t blame me blame my bipolar disorder!” 

Then we have Autism, which seemed ‘cool and quirky’ and people use that as an excuse for pulling stupid shit. 

It’s gotten to where there are now DISGUSTING HOW-TOS ON HOW TO FAKE THOSE DISORDERS. All these people self diagnosed themselves.

You know what really fucking sucks about self diagnosis? THE FACT YOU GUYS ARE GIVING BAD STEREOTYPES TO MENTAL ILLNESSES.

Yeah, sometimes depression can lead to self harm, but I knew a girl who cut just so she LOOKED like she had depression and another bastard used fake scars on his arms because he was at least sensible enough to not cut open his own skin, BUT he still faked self harm to make it look more ‘convincing’ that he had depression. 

Not only that, but self diagnosed bipolar people use their ‘bipolar’ as an excuse to be moody shits for no reason and to get really angry at people and even hit them, then blame it entirely on the mental illness.

Self diagnosed depression people use their ‘depression’ as an excuse to be lazy and whiny and say its all because of their depression.

Self diagnosed autistic people use their so-called ‘autism’ as an excuse to throw fits and not socialize with people, and use it as an excuse for inappropriate behavior. 

Do you see a pattern here? Well, in case you don’t, let me tell you:These people have taken some symptoms of a mental disorder and blow them up to a cartoonish exaggeration, and contrary to what you and other self diagnosers may think, THAT DAMAGES EVERYONE’S VIEW OF MENTAL CONDITIONS AND THOSE AWFUL, AWFUL STEREOTYPES OF BEING BRATTY, LAZY, BITCHY, VIOLENT AND WHINY GET SLAPPED ON AND THEY STICK. 

THAT is harming people! It’s gotten to where people would rather have a DEAD child than an autistic one!!

Not only that but you people give the WRONG idea of how mental illness is, which makes other people believe that between a self diagnosed person with depression and a person who was PROFESSIONALLY diagnosed with depression, they’re going to believe the self diagnoser more than the professionally diagnosed one since ITS THE MORE COMMON ‘FORM’ THAT THEY’RE USED TO SEEING. 

One of my old friends at the high school was MOCKED because of her saying she had depression, when she was PROFESSIONALLY diagnosed and had to take antidepressants for it, People thought she self diagnosed herself, because she ‘wasn’t sad all the time’ and ‘didn’t self harm’.

IT GOT TO WHERE SHE GOT HOSPITALIZED BECAUSE SHE WAS BULLIED SO BADLY SHE TRIED TO KILL HERSELF WITH AN OVERDOSE. 

Don’t you DARE tell me that self diagnosis isn’t bad or harmful!!

Also, since when is slapping a name onto something ACTUALLY MAKE IT THE CORRECT DIAGNOSIS?? You guys are usually MISDIAGNOSING yourself, because not everything you read online is true and you probably took one of those “What Mental Illness Do You Have?” Quotev quizzes and figured that ‘OMG A QUIZ SAID I HAD SOMETHING SO I TOTALLLLLY MUST HAVE IT!”

Instead of being abliest and calling whatever you’re supposedly dealing with a specific name, call it an ISSUE, IT WORKED BLOODY WELL FOR ME WHEN I WAS STRUGGLING WITH MINE. 

Whenever people asked me what was wrong with how I was BEFORE I was diagnosed, I told them that I had some issues. When some asked me what I meant by that OR what I had, I told them that I hadn’t been to the doctor yet but I KNOW something is up with me. 

That got me through pretty damn well until I could get a doctor!SELF DIAGNOSIS IS ABLEIST TO PEOPLE WITH ACTUAL CONDITIONS!!Grow up and move on.