#after so many years… and im starting to think i should reach out again? but what if my dumbass falls in love with him again 🙄

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gojo is the type of scare kid megumi that the teeth that just fell out will never grow back again

“i need the first aid kit,” megumi says, a scowl already in his voice.

does satoru flinch away from the seven year old? well, um… maybe a little bit. but to be fair he was very distracted trying to pick out a new photo to set as his home screen.

should it be you wearing his glasses with a dopey smile? or tsumiki holding that kitten you said they couldn’t keep? he still can’t decide.

…and he’d forgotten that megumi was even home.

(when satoru decided to become a father, he didn’t think it would include several heart attacks and being physically tormented every day.)

after a moment of reflection, satoru scoffs, readjusting his glasses and sparring megumi a glance—the frown was expected honestly. “what happened to ‘hi, how are you?’”

“i don’t care,” the boy answers, shaking his head. “it’s not under the sink.”

“what isn’t?”

“the first aid kit.”

the look megumi is giving him is a little bit insulting, actually. it’s not satoru’s fault he wasn’t blessed with telepathy. or that someone lost the first aid kit (it was him).

“what’d you need it for?”

megumi huffs, gesturing vaguely to himself. he is a boy of many words.

satoru raises a brow. “do i need to call y/n?”

“no,” megumi’s arms are crossed, defensiveness a personality trait. “i just need some gauze.”

“for what, kid?”

“i lost something.”

satoru snorts, inspecting him. he doesn’t look all that different—he could use a hair cut but that’s nothing new. “your hand? an eyeball? elaborate.”

“i lost… my tooth.”

satoru blinks.

and then he leans himself on the arm rest, a smile making its way to his face. it’s a bit devious because satoru can’t remember the last time megumi had to concede to anything. or answered a single question, actually.

he’s so lucky you’re not home right now.

megumi is looking at him blankly, a slight pink to his cheeks—he absolutely hates it when satoru gives him that look. which satoru knows very well.

satoru gestures at the boy, tilting his head.

megumi sighs, looking towards the wall. and then, very reluctantly, he opens his mouth, leaning his head back so satoru can see.

the boy had already lost his front teeth before satoru ever got the chance to torment him about it, but he’ll take what he can get now.

there’s a little bit of blood coming from his mouth—which you would tell him is a tale tell sign that megumi has been messing with his teeth—but it doesn’t even look that bad.

satoru has seen plenty worse from cursed spirits, and besides, he doesn’t care.

“yup,” satoru makes a face, shaking his head mournfully. “looks rotten to me.”

megumi automatically snaps his mouth shut, eyes widening at him. “what?”

“where’s the tooth? i need to check it for disease.”

“what disease?”

“if you grind your teeth too much they start to deteriorate,” satoru says, tone overly condescending. “they can’t get infected. don’t you know that?”

megumi takes a step back, still crossing his arms. “i don’t grind my teeth.”

satoru laughs, reaching out to ruffle the boy’s hair—ignoring the push he gets when he does (he’s seven. why is he so strong?) “keep telling yourself that, kid.”

“i don’t.”

“your attitude problem is no secret, bud.”

“i’m not your bud.”

“you better go get that tooth,” he leans back on the couch, feigning indifference. “so we can mail it to your doctor.”

“that’s gross.”

“okay,” satoru shrugs. “if you want to die, it’s whatever. less work for me.”

“i’m not going to die,” megumi goes to stand in front of him, staring a hole into satoru’s head.

“we’ll see.”

“i’m not,” megumi kicks his foot, indignantly. “that’s not even how teeth work.”

“i think i would know how they work. you know, since im older than you?”

“and dumber.”

satoru only laughs—very entertained by the slight panic twinge to megumi’s voice—and doesn’t respond.

it works on megumi the same way it works on you—the silence absolutely must be filled.

satoru is a little gleeful, honestly. megumi very rarely falls victim to his tricks—or, at least, unintentionally victim.

“can you call a doctor now?” he asks, gruffly. “to get it checked?”

satoru glances at him, a tiny smile on his lips. “i thought you didn’t want to get it checked. i thought that wasn’t how teeth worked.”

“you just said that—“

and megumi is basically whining, foot stomping on the ground, anger something more like worry—but then the front door opens and he stops.

satoru throws his head back in a silent groan. of course you would show up just in time to ruin all of his fun.

“hey, megs,” you say as you walk into the living room, bag slung across your shoulder. “how was school? is tsumiki back yet?”

megumi goes up to you, frowning. “do i need to go to the doctor to get my teeth checked?”

you tilt your head, giving satoru a knowing glance. “did something happen?”

“our boy is turning into a man,” satoru says for both of them, standing up. “losing all of his teeth, greying hair. they grow up so fast.” a hand goes to his chest, and megumi pushes off the arm he tries to sling around the boys shoulder.

you give megumi a small smile, ignoring satoru. “did you lose a tooth?”

“gojo said that it’s infected. do we have to send it to the doctor?”

you frown, hard eyes meeting satoru’s. “why would it be infected, gojo?”

his hands immediately go up in defense. “hey, i’m just trying to teach the kid about the importance of dental hygiene—“

“he’s messing with you,” you tell megumi, patting his head. and then you look back up to satoru with a scowl. “and what would you know about dental hygiene?”

satoru crosses his arms. “i know all about—“

you shake your head, pushing past him. “does your mouth hurt?” you ask megumi. “is it still bleeding?”

“a little.”

“where’s the first aid kit?” you turn back to satoru, unamused.

he grins. “what’s that?”

you flick his forehead and turn away. “show me the tooth, huh? we’ll have to put it under your pillow so the tooth fairy comes tonight.”

you’re both walking away, heading towards the bathroom, and satoru hears megumi say, “i know that’s not real.”

“you know nothing,” you’re telling him, and satoru gasps as you both disappear.

“what do you mean ‘not real!?’” he calls, but no one is listening.

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Mingyu x fem!reader

MDNI!!! this ones for u, maya <3

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warnings: uh idk sex? raw sex yes. angst if u squint. smut mostly. childhood bsfs to lovers. happy ending bc im too soft sorry. it's my first time writing smth like this pls be nice

should mingyu feel ashamed? ashamed for thinking about how good those tiny hands of yours would feel around his thick cock, pumping him and stroking him while you’re on your knees looking up at him through those oh so innocent eyes of yours? should he feel ashamed for not focusing on a word you’ve been saying for the past 15 minutes, his eyes being glued only to your chest and lips?

it started when you were in high school. you and mingyu had been inseparable, almost as if your souls were created from the same one. he lived next door to you and you would go to his place every time you wanted to do something together. your mom treated him like her own son and his mother had practically accepted you as family.  you could never have imagined a life without him. and frankly, you’re not even sure if you’d want to.

it wasn’t until the day that mingyu broke the news to you that you realised it was time to let go. it was time to let go of all the big warm hugs, or the ‘bear hugs’ as your mingyu liked to call them. it was time to let go of all the cheek kisses, all the lingering gazes that you were both too scared to act on. you wished you could have said it. you wished you were brave enough. but you weren’t. and neither was he. 

he was leaving for korea in a week and there was nothing for you to do except let go of him.

you wished you could have gone about your life casually after his leave, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t miss him everywhere. you missed him when you went to the restaurant where you bought him his favourite spicy ramen. you missed him at the park where he made you laugh so hard you almost choked on your soda. you missed the smile on his face every time you told him you hated him for making fun of you. the smile that made you wonder if the stars envied him for the way he could brighten up darkness so effortlessly.

it wasn’t until 6 years later that you finally caught a glimpse of him again. 

you were at the airport in korea. you’d managed to fulfill your dream of becoming an architect and had finally gotten a project outside of your country. you saw flashing cameras, paparazzi, and a huge crowd of people surrounding a 6’ something guy wearing a mask and some sweats. you never got the idea of surrounding people as if they’re some god. they’re just people too after all. 

you had managed to get through some of the crowd when you reached for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. you pat it several times just to make sure until you realised something. shit. it was missing.

it was right when the realisation hit you that you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around and were face to…chest? god, this man was freakishly tall. you looked up to meet his eyes with yours and it was as if the breath had been knocked out of your damn lungs.

mingyu.

it was YOUR mingyu. 

“y/n?” he questioned, almost to himself. he couldn’t believe it. it was you. there were so many thoughts trying to rush their way out of his heart into his mouth that they seemed to all get clogged up in his throat. your name was the only thing that felt right on his tongue.

“gyu?” you questioned back, the look of surprise on your face quite evident.

“you dropped your phone.” he said, his eyes not leaving yours for even a second. almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear the second you left his eyesight.

“i- oh yeah. thank you” you managed to sputter out as you took the phone from his hand. “what are you- what are you doing here?” you ask him. oh god. this was such a dumb question. what was he doing? you knew what he was doing. you stalked his account like a thousand times. you knew he was an idol.

he flashed a smile when he heard this question. the smile that you hadn’t seen in at least 6 years. it was almost as if it was reserved only for you. he was about to answer you when his bodyguards notified him about something that made his smile drop. 

“i’ll reach out to you later. i promise.” he said as his bodyguards seemed to rush him out of the airport. you were left there alone with your countless thoughts and overflowing emotions, unable to decipher which one was tugging at you more.  

and so, here you were, in your new and surprisingly well furnished flat, all thanks to your sister. you had changed into your tank top and shorts while emptying your bags and setting up your closet. your room was fairly clean by now, even though you were only about halfway done. you had never been a fan of messy surroundings anyways. 

right as you were about to put the last pile of your shorts into your closet, you heard your phone ring. 

“oh. an unknown number? at 9 pm? isn’t it a bit too late for that? or maybe it isn’t?” you thought to yourself. you figured the culture here at korea must be different. 

“hello?” you said, hoping for some sort of an explanation as to who it was.

“hi.” the voice on the other side greeted you. it was almost embarrassing how quick you were to realise who it was.

“mingyu… oh, hi. um, wow. hi.” your voice was shaking already. oh god. way to go, y/n.

“yes,  hello.” you could hear his honey laced laughter from the other side. it made your heart melt. “how have you been?”

“i- okay. first of all, how the hell did you get my number?” you asked, a hint of bewilderment in your voice.

“i had it memorised.” you could HEAR the love in his voice. this was so bad. you were doomed. 

you didn’t really have anything to say, nor did you trust your words at the moment. you were afraid if you said something now, everything else would spill out uncontrollably. 

“why didn’t you call earlier?” your voice was getting shaky. oh no. you knew this was a bad idea. “it’s been 6 years gyu. 6 fucking years.”

‘“i know, i know” mingyu cut you off before you could continue, your words shooting daggers at his heart. he’d always hated seeing you cry. but the pain was different when he was the one making you cry. “i’m so, so sorry. god, i have so much to make up for. please trust me when I tell you there hasn’t been a single day when you haven’t crossed my mind. i know 6 years isn’t nothing. ghosting you was a dick move. i- please. don’t cry. no. god, can i come over?” he asked, picking up on your silent sobs just as well as he did back then.

and just like he used to be back then, he was here at your doorstep to make you forget about everything that ever made you sad. except that this time, he was the one making you cry. he couldn’t ever forgive himself for this, but he could try to atone for his sins, as he’d like to call it.

you weren’t exactly crying anymore, since you’d always been pretty good at regaining your composure. but there was a certain emptiness in your heart, one that you knew only gyu could fill.

you were standing face to face, him panting slightly because of the 7 flights of stairs he’d just conquered. 

“hey.” you said. 

“hi.” he looked down at you. the longing in his eyes too evident for you to ignore.

“no security this time?” you questioned with a smile on your face.

“ah, no. that was airport security. kind of a formality.”

you nodded. “you’ve gotten so big. i can’t even hug you now.” you said while giving him a faint smile, referring to the dozens of fangirls he was surrounded by and not to mention, the security.

“oh bullshit.” he said as he pulled you into the tightest hug you could have ever imagined. his arms fully caging you in as if he never intended to let you go. and you wouldn’t admit it, but you never wanted him to either. 

“i missed you.” he whispered into your hair. “god, i missed you so much. i’m so sorry.” 

he spent 3 hours explaining why he couldn’t contact you and what he had been upto without you. after a while, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about anything besides the fact that one, he did not have a girlfriend. and two, he had changed a lot. appearance wise, that is. he wasn’t the mingyu who had left for korea anymore. he was taller, stronger and undeniably hotter. little did you know, mingyu had been thinking about the same things as you were. when did you get so fucking irresistible? i mean, sure he did have a thing for you back in high school. hell, he hasn’t even been able to get over it for the past 6 years, but seeing you like this, with barely anything on and a newfound confidence which you certainly did not have back then ignited something in him. he didn't know how long it would be until he finally gave in.

and so, here you were. facing him on your bed, talking about some degree of yours, when all he could focus on was the way you licked your lips before continuing, or the way your tits were almost fully out on display for him due to that sad excuse for a clothing item you were wearing. you noticed too. he wasn’t exactly being subtle. the way his knees were touching yours and the way he kept playing with his fingers was driving you insane.

“well, then yeah. here i am now, i guess.” you finished telling him about your life. you were almost completely caught up on each others’ stories now, or so you’d like to believe.

his stare hadn’t once left your lips. you hadn’t really noticed how close his face was to yours until you had finished talking.  “gyu” you questioned, your voice almost a whisper. the space between you could be easily closed with just a lean forward from either of you. it had come down to self control now. and lucky for you, mingyu barely had any when it came to you.

“can i?” he questioned, his lips almost on yours. almost. 

you responded by putting your lips on his, and his hands immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. his grip on you was so strong, it made you whimper against his lips. you didn’t bother pulling away to breathe, the action seeming a bit too unimportant at the moment. you had other things to do right now. “gyu..” you moaned out as his lips made their way down to your neck. “so sweet. so good. been thinking bout this for so long.” he whispered against your skin, punctuating each sentence with a kiss on different parts of your neck. his hands made their way up your top, making direct contact with your skin. the warmth radiating off of his hands made you melt under his touch. 

his hands came up to grasp the hook of your bra as his mouth worked wonders on your sensitive spot. “can i? please?” he asked before unclasping the hooks and discarding the small material of clothing into a small corner of your room. his hands snaked further up your body as he guided your top over your head. he had your tits right in his face now. “fuck… so pretty.  shit, all for me?” he asked as he latched onto your right nipple, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud while his hand worked wonders on the left one, pinching at it, making you squirm. “yes.. gyu please. need more. need you.” 

“patience baby. been wanting this for so long. gonna make it worth it.” he said as he took his shirt off. god, it was a sight to see. he was gorgeous. the toned abs, the huge biceps, and not to mention, that beautiful face, he was going to be the death of you. “like what you see?” he questioned teasingly, but your brain was too focused on the way his hands were squeezing your tits while he used his mouth to suck and nibble at your collarbones. he stopped all of it to grab your attention, and you whined at the loss of contact. “gonna need answers baby. be a good girl and use your words, hmm?” you moaned out a weak ‘yes’ as a response, but he accepted it out of mercy.

“lie down for me, pretty girl. on your back, thats it” he said as he helped you get off his lap and onto the mattress. his lips travelled all the way from your neck to your breasts, down to your tummy. he placed several wet, sloppy kisses all over your tummy, making sure to mark you as his on any part of your skin that was visible. your neck had already served its purpose as his canvas, his art on full display for any man who’d even dare to look at you. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was completely obsessed with the idea of making you his. god, he wanted you so bad. 

his hands found their way to the waistband of your shorts, which he tugged at as a way of asking for your permission yet again. you pulled them off yourself making him let out a groan at your compliance. he was facing your clothed cunt, the wet spot on it embarrassingly evident. he kissed it once, looking up to see your reaction. “does that feel good, love?” he asked as his hand made its way to your core, rubbing light circles on it through your underwear. he was such a tease. 

you couldn’t find it in yourself so speak, so you just nodded. this made him stop again. “please baby, i’m gonna need you to use your words, yeah? tell me how good i’m making you feel.” he said as he spat on that damp spot on your underwear, teasing you even further. “mingyu… feels so good.” you managed to moan out, earning a chuckle from him. “see, it wasn’t that hard baby.” 

he pulled your panties off, spreading your legs even further and getting down on his knees on the floor as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed. “such a pretty pussy. can’t wait to taste you baby.” 

his fingers danced against your clit, tapping slightly in an attempt to tease you. this made you let out a whine. “shh baby. i’m gonna take my time with you.” he said, as he tapped his fingers against your lips, signalling you to take them in. you wasted no time in sucking on his fingers and coating them with your saliva. “such a good girl.” 

his hands slid against your folds, the coldness of your saliva mixed with your slick making you shiver. he rubbed on your clit while his other hand was busy playing with your tits. he inserted one finger into your hole, making you gasp. 

“shit, you’re so fucking tight. need you wrapped around me.” you felt his tongue lapping against your cunt, the feeling sending you into overdrive. you had your hands in his air, tugging at it for some sort of control. “ah- gyu, please. fuck.” he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations reaching straight to your core. just as you felt your high approaching, he gave your clit one last kiss before pulling away. you felt tears well up in your eyes as you let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“aww baby. ‘m sorry. but if you’re gonna cum, it’ll be around my cock.” such a fucking tease.

he pulled his pants off, revealing his deliciously prominent bulge in his boxers. he was palming his cock while staring at your cunt. fuck. 

“shit baby. you’re so beautiful. you want me to fuck you?” he knew the answer. of course he did. he could see you how you clenched around the nothing at the sight of his cock being freed from his boxers. lord have mercy. “yes min. please fuck me.” you managed to choke out. that was all he needed.

he stood between your legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. he slowly rubbed against it, gathering your wetness before slipping it in. the stretch you felt made you moan out loud. the sound was music to his ears. once he was buried inside fully, he waited for you to let him know it was okay to move. 

“shit, you feel so good baby.” he groaned, holding back the urge to thrust hard into you and absolutely ruin you for anyone else. but he knew it was too soon. he wanted to savour this moment, feeling your warmth surrounding his cock. he leaned down to kiss you as he began to move steadily, swallowing up all the sounds you were making. “f-fuck gyu, feels so good” you whined against his lips. his hips rocked into you, building up a rhythm. each powerful stroke made your breath hitch, as your nails were busy creating their own masterpiece on his back. he was proud of it too. 

his hands were on your waist, gripping it tightly as he thrust into you. he was picking up his pace. he pressed down on your abdomen, making you gasp loudly. “you feel that baby? feel my cock against your tummy? does that feel good?” he asked, his voice hoarse and laced with ecstasy. “y-yes min. i’m close, fuck.” he knew from the way your pussy clenched around his cock that you were close. his rhythm was starting to falter as he approached his own high.

“where’d you want it baby? want me to come on your pussy? gonna look so pretty.” you nodded, barely registering his words. you were so close. “please.” was all you could let out. your breathless plea was enough to convince him. 

your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself come undone around his cock. a few more thrusts and he pulled out, spilling his seed all over your pussy. he collapsed onto you, placing feather light kisses all over your neck and collarbones.

“i’m never letting you go again, you know?”

“i know.”

“i love you, y/n.” 

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Chapter One

(For my fanfic, The Lines Don’t Cross)

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Y/n let’s out a small breath after entering her apartment; slipping her shoes off and throwing her shopping bags onto the ground.

She collects herself, finally ‘hearing’ silence after being out all day with her friends. She had told herself and her vlog that she was going to stay in tonight, but here she was.

She could’ve easily said that she had some editing to do, which was true. However, a night out at Rudy’s, watching Choso play?

That’s something she definitely did not want to miss out on.

She places her shopping bags and purse on her kitchen counter before heading towards her room with her camera, placing it down on her vanity before pressing record.

“Okay, so I know I said I was gonna have a chill night, but the band just booked a last minute gig at this new, popular, bar!” Y/n exclaimed, dragging out some of her words. “I need to go.”

She grabbed her camera, flipping it to face her closet. “I’m thinking mini skirt,” She started. “But what top..”

She pondered for a minute, staring at her full closet. She had so many possibilities of what to wear right in front of her. “Ugh, this is impossible!”

She chose 3 tops, all of which would look good with tights and a pair of gogo boots.

She laid them out on her bed before picking her camera back up. “I hate being indecisive,” the girl complained. “I’ll call Miki!”

Her phone dialed Tsumiki’s number, face timing her.

Y/n’s camera pointed towards her phone, Tsumiki’s face popping up.

“Oh, hello vlog!” The girls voice displaying, her lips smiling brightly, before setting her phone done, now out of view.

“Tsumiki, I need help!” Y/n turned her phone camera around. “Which shirt tonight?”

Tsumiki’s face is shown once again, looking down at her phone. “Your boobs look great in the second one, Choso will be gaucking at you!”

“TSUMIKI, IM RECORDING!”

Both girls giggled before the older one spoke again. “Definitely the second one.”

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Y/n stood in front of the tall mirror at the entrance of her apartment, her camera facing the mirror.

“So, this is the fit, went with the tight lace shirt, and no! Not because of what Tsumiki said.” She slightly lied, but who could tell?

“Alright, let’s go!”

The girl recorded a small montage, gathering things, zipping her shoes, locking her door, and getting to her car in general before she placed the camera down on the dash and spoke.

“GPS says 15 minutes, but with Downtown traffic it’s like 30.” She looked down at her phone. “So, I’ll be there 10 minutes late! Per usual!”

She shut her camera off, placing it in the passenger seat before playing music then backing out of her parking spot.

As she reached a red light, the same light that always takes 3 minutes to turn green, her mind wandered.

She hadn’t seen Choso in almost two weeks, that was a long time for them.

When she last saw him, she was over at his house, hanging out with Noritoshi and Inumaki, apparently Choso had a date.

Noritoshi didn’t want to tell her, but he felt like he had to.

However, Y/n knew it didn’t end well. Because there Choso was, at her door step the next day.

He brought her favorite, ramen and beer. And then they laid on the couch and watched a movie.

However, they did lay a lot closer then two friends should.

She and Choso had never done anything with each other. Ever.

Maybe it was the age difference, only 3 years. Maybe it was that he was Geto’s close friend, but he was her friend too. Maybe he was too mature for her, yet they laugh at the same things.

Maybe..

Y/n heard a car honk from behind, her mind cleared up, seeing that the light ahead of her was green.

Her thoughts began to fog up as entered a busy street, many stops, many lights, one long street.

In the 14 years that she’s known Choso, he has never tried to use her, hurt her, touch her in any harmful way.

Y/n was off limits for him, she was Suguru’s little sister. Y/n was the neighbor girl, their windows faced each other, he knew almost everything about the girl.

Her favorite foods, her favorite movies, how she reacted when his hand ever so slightly touched her thigh, she only ever reacted to his touch.

The way she starred at him as he played, the way her clothes hug her body, even the way her perfume lingers after she leaves a room.

Choso threw his head back as he watched the bar owner unlock the doors to the, a line of people standing outside.

Everyone but Y/n was there, they were let in early.

Nanami, Shoko, and Haibara sat at the bar, Shoko already on her second drink.

Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi sat at a booth in the corner of the bar eating snacks as Noritoshi, Tsumiki, Maki, and Inumaki stood in the middle of the bar, waiting for people to come in so the band could start playing.

“I don’t know, she did say she was coming.” Tsumiki replied to Inumaki, who questioned where Y/n was. “I helped her pick out her top.”

Her words caused Choso to perk his head up. “So, Y/n’s coming?” He spoke, a little too excitingly.

“What, you want her to show up Choso?” Maki began to tease. “You wanna look at her during the entire show, playing the bass, singing those background lyrics?”

The older man’s neck and ears turned flushed, it was quite a scene. A tough looking guy with tattooed arms and piercings blushing.

Noritoshi started laughing before his brother glared at him, that didn’t stop him though.

“Choso, she’s wearing a mini skirt!” Inumaki joined into the taunting.

Tsumiki smirked. “With this shirt that hugs her chest, so fucking nicely!”

And just before he could reply, people began to pour in, the bar becoming crowded very quickly.

Choso could only wonder where Y/n was.

The girl bounced her left leg repeatedly, watching some people cross the road. “Fuck, I’m so late.”

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HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! welcome to my 3rd haas related fanfic 😍😍 i think i should be named the nh27 queen by the amount of ff i'm writing about him (not that im complaining... i want to eat this guy...) if you dont follow me, or check my rambles (go follow me PLEASE... im a desperate gal) you wouldn't know that im going to vacation so i wanted to write something super quick before i left. when i get back- TRUST an smau WILL be made, probably for nico because this man is so beautiful 🤗😋 the writing on this is super rushed but i've been out of practice (uni is starting soon PLEASE SEND HELP) because i major in english and BRO i write so many essays that when i get to break i just stop writing all together. my creative writing is SAUR shit because all i write are analysis's and shit like that BUTTTTT im taking a lot of creative writing courses this year (2) so watch out because i might become Shakespeare cw: sad, cursing, you have a son but your gender isn't included, mentions of crashing (obviously, its about the monaco grand prix), mentions of hate, banner is mine but photos aren't, use of yn, bad writing style

other: y/s/n means your son's name! I DIDN'T EDIT THIS SHIT SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN IM BEGGING YOU REQUEST wc: 682

you didn't watch f1 races because of your love for the sport. in reality, you hated the sport. the loudness, the chaos, the danger. you thought that maybe nico would've finally listened to you, he would retire and you two could finally live... peacefully, that you could live your life not fearing the fact that the love of your life could quite literally die almost every week. you watched those stupid fucking races because nico was your husband, and you would never forgive yourself if you weren't watching and something unspeakable happened. so nico promised you that he would always come home to you, and he would never break that promise.

sometimes you wished you never got involved in this stupid sport, because then maybe you wouldn't find yourself sitting in the haas garage with your 3 year old being restrained in your grip as you watch the screen. everything going in slow motion as the two haas cars and the redbull collide in with eachother. was it bad to say you hoped most of the damage went to kevin or checo? you didn't care, f1 made everyone a bad person. you were sure louise, who was glued right next to you, thought the same thing- that most of the damage went to nico or checo. "shit" you muttered, your son looking up at you. he was too young to know what was happening, but you could tell he was worried.

"its okay love, just an accident." you whispered to him, he wriggled out of your grip to go run around the garage. not that you cared, right now, you were focused on nico and lord, were you fucking mad. mad that he broke his promise to you, mad that he never listened, mad at this fucking sport. you hated nico for this, hated that he sacrificed his entire life to this sport, when he knew that he had a 3-year-old son. when he knew you were waiting for him, and you would never forgive him if he didn't come back. you sat there, arms crossed as nico made his way back to the haas area after getting checked with the medics. you watched as he approached you, a flash of guilt on his face. louise seemed to get the message because she quickly got up from the seat next to you and made her way over to the children as she waited for her own husband. "y/n, i'm sorry." nico cracked out quietly, reaching out his hand to take yours. he grimaced when you snapped your hand away and stiffened at his words. "what if you died?" you spat out, "god nico, i-" tears burned in your eyes, "i hate you." nico watched as you stormed to the bathroom, not bothering to follow you. he knew you needed time to cool off. after a while, you came back, sitting next to your husband again. "even y/s/n was fucking worried." you whispered to him, "nico, you-." nico stayed silent, his gaze never tearing from the TV infront of them, he nodded slowly. "i was thinking about you the entire time." he started, "and i'm *sorry*, i'm so fucking sorry." he slowly turned to you, "i-i would never forgive myself if something happened to me, love. i-" he stopped, reaching out to wipe your tears, "i'm... i know you hate this sport, but- its my..." you shook your head, motioning for him to stop. sure, you hated this sport, but you didn't hate nico. you loved nico, and loving him meant you would always be there with him. even if that meant you had to watch all his stupid grands prix. because as much as you knew nico loved his sport, he loved you more, and nico promised he would always come home to you and y/s/n.

"i..i don't hate you" you said back gently, "i'm sorry." nico cracked a smile, "i know, my love. don't be sorry." he reached out again, and this time? you didn't pull away, because nico kept his promise. he was always going to come home to you.

[maximoffromanoffs]

You’ll always be my baby

Even now that others class me as an adult, to my family, I'll always be the 'little one". In some situations I hate it. I mean when we're at one of stark's many parties and everyone's acting like it's too late for me to be out and not in bed.. it gets super annoying.

Now don't get me wrong I love them all, so so so much. But they're so protective over me since I'm the 'baby' that it gets annoying sometimes.

I've not been feeling so social lately, after coming in from school I kind of disappear into my room and only leave if I really need to. I just can't be bothered, I can keep putting up a front so I don't want to see anyone. Is that realistic? No. But it's not going to stop me trying.

As soon as I step into the compound I'm headed for my room once again. This time I pass Natasha, Wanda and Steve who are sitting in the living room, and once I walk past I try to force a smile on my face, not entirely sure what it looked like to them, today was particularly tiring. I'm sure my eye bags are very much present and my hairs thrown up into an incredibly messy bun. But I don't really care anymore.

Before I can walk out of the room, someone's hugged me tightly from behind. I only notice who it is when a long strand of red hair falls over. Wanda pulls me back with her until I'm seated between her and Nat with Steve next to Wanda.

I try to get up but then Wanda just pulls me down onto her lap and holds me tightly, resting her head on my shoulder. I keep a straight face, honestly not wanting to show them any emotion, even when she repeatedly kissed my cheek trying to get me to smile, I just can't. She gives up but still keeps tight hold of me asking "what's up, sweet pea?". I don't respond so she pulls me back a little so her cheek can rest against my own, mumbling a "huh" as she sways our bodies.

I try wriggle out of her tight hold, I'm not a baby anymore, I need to prove I'm not a baby anymore. I'm sick of people at school making fun of me for how the rest of the team treat me like I'm incapable and just a stupid child. I'm sick of people commenting on how incompetent I must be.

Wanda tries to calm me down whispering in my ear "woah calm down sweet pea you're okay, it's okay, I've got you, just calm down my love". The way she tries to sway me like you would a baby pushes me over the edge with my anger and I start swinging my arms to get out of her hold.

After only a few seconds though , Nat grabs hold of my arms, and pulls me into her grip instead, where she stands and carries me upstairs to her room, uttering a quiet "don't worry about it, I'll sort it" to Wanda and Steve who she leaves in the living room.

Nat feels so much stronger than Wanda as it's practically impossible to get out of her iron grip she has on me. That doesn't stop me from throwing a fit, genuinely like a two year old, and hitting her back and kicking my legs to try get her to stop carrying me again LIKE A BABY. IM NOT A BABY.

She doesn't even say anything in response, she's simply moves one arm to under my legs to keep them still and does her best to keep my arms from hitting her. In about 10 minutes, which took her way longer to get me upstairs than it should have, we reach her room.

I've actually never been in here, sure she's been in my room a couple of times but I've never come in here.. the others say she's super private about her room. They say she likes her own space to help her feel safe. I calm down thinking about this, just as she lays me down. Nat places the blanket over me as I snuggle into her pillow and inhale her scent, making me feel more comfortable and calm.

After some time of just laying there calming down, I look over to see Nat sat on a sort of rocking chair in the corner of the room. After a couple minutes she notices my gaze is on her and gives me a little smile before asking "you okay now?". I just turn around so I'm facing the wall, not wanting to talk.

I hear her sigh and some shuffling before a weight behind me dips the bed. She gently stroked my back whispering "hmm,  you okay", I shrug this time in response. Then she asks "hey what's up baby?". I used the love that name, lots of the others calls me it too. I am the baby of the group. But now that I'm being made fun of by people at school I don't like it anymore. I suddenly shout at her "I AM NOT A BABY".

I see her jump and her eyes glaze over a little, not expecting the sudden scream from me. Before she starts slowly nodding her head but still looks super confused. "Honey... I know you're not a baby, I um.. well...", hearing her stutter I instantly feel bad, so I turn around to face her and subconsciously place my hand right by hers.

We just sort of stare into each others eyes for a few minutes, in an incredibly intimate moment for the two of us. Then Nat takes a deep breath and explains "so I know everyone else on the team kinda adopted that name for you because I mean you're the little one of the team, so it seemed fitting. I um.. suppose it's come to feel like you're my um daughter... in a way and so it seemed right for me. But I'm not going to call you it anymore, it's clear you don't like it and I was stupid to think that anyway".

I give a little shake of my head and whisper "I just don't want people to think I'm a baby".

N: "Ba.. hon I, we don't think you're a baby.."

Y: "No but they do"

N: "Who does?"

Y: Mutters "people at school"

"Oh sweetheart, people can be horrible for no good reason. I bet those people don't have anyone who treats them like we treat you and so they're jealous of that. Don't let their comments get in the way of you and us. Just talk to us, and let us help you. We all want what's best for you, lovely". She says this while stroking my face, going from my cheeks to my nose and my eyebrows.

My eyes glaze over again at her words and I see she pouts at me, before opening her arms to offer a hug. I don't move feeling guilty, as a tear rolls down my face. She wastes no time reaching forward and pulling me practically onto her lap, holding me tight as my head rests on her shoulder. I cling to the back of her shirt, letting her hold me for a moment.

That's until I gasp, and she kisses my temple asking "what baby?" And I mumble "was so mean to wanda", I feel Nat nod her head, "maybe a little, but she'll understand my love. should we go see her?", I give a subtle nod again, and let out a squeak when Nat just stands up holding me, Instead of putting me down. I hear her chuckle at my reaction, as she stares at me for a moment then whispers "you'll always be my baby", kissing my cheek a couple of times. I blush at her actions, and continue to let her carry me back down to wanda.

Once we get to the living room she puts me down, and I stumble over to wanda with my head down. She looks up from her phone in concern and pulls me to sit in front of her this time, which I note is different to usual because of my reaction before so I start to tear up once again. She also refrains from asking me what's wrong again, so I mutter a quiet "I'm really sorry wanda", before glancing up at her. She frowns cupping my face and shaking her head a little "can I hold you now?", I instantly nod my head, so she pulls me onto her lap again, into the same position as before snuggling her cheek against my own.

Nat comes and kneels in front of me asking "tell you what, shall we have a girls night tonight?", I give an excited nod, making both girls laugh at me as Wanda shifts slightly to press kisses to my cheek, then Nat leans to kiss my other cheek, their actions making me giggle until they eventually stop.

I turn my head looking from Nat to Wanda until I say "thank you both, for everything.. I love you so so much",

Nat replies for the both of them "we love you too, baby, so so so much".

[miizuzu]

i stumbled across the LaDS smuts and has been loving all the stories you guys created. i came up with a few ideas my self but im not a writer and not great at English but still decided i wanted to share... so here goes....

You were heading home from visiting Philos, you knew Xavier was waiting for you at home and you were excited to see him. The 2 of you had been openly dating for the last year and a half. Everyone has been jealous of how lovey dovey the 2 of you acts, be it at public or at work. 

You unlocked the door and saw Xavier sitting at the couch, he was quiet and you thought he fell asleep waiting. “Hey babe, I'm ba-” “Are you cheating on me?” He cuts you off. You were so shocked and confused and thought you misheard him. “Excuse me, what did you just say…?” He stood up, walked towards you and with a serious look on his face, he asked again “Are you, cheating on me.” 

You felt your heart sink, you looked at him and his eyes were just dark, like the light can't reach him. Still very confused by what was asked, you asked “and where did you get this idea from?” 

“I saw you.” Xavier answered, you could tell he was getting angry. You’ve seen him get upset before but it would never be towards you. “Babe, what do you mean?” Still trying to wrap your head around everything that is happening. “I SAW YOU HUGGING JEREMIAH!” He was yelling, you are taken aback by him yelling. He has never yelled at you before. 

You felt like there was a tare in your heart, you tried to explain what happened. “Wait, babe, that is not what you think. I was just-” “I saw you 2 hugging and laughing together.” He covered his eyes with one of his hands and you could see he was gritting his teeth. He looks like he was trying to hold his bottled up emotions from spilling out even more.

Xavier has always been the jealous type. He is never happy when you talk to the opposite sex, he would be so angry if any of the guys hover your desk for too long and if they ever lay their hands on you, all hell would break loose. But Jeremiah was different, they were buddies, the best of friends. He would still get jealous but never go overboard. Not like this. You've explained yourself many many times, the only person you ever loved was Xavier and that would never change.

“You know you are the only one in my heart.” You tried to tell Xavier, but you are starting to feel upset. How could he have doubts about your love for him? How could he ever consider you cheating on him? “Well that is not what it looked like when you hugged him, I saw how happy you were. Maybe you thought he would make a better boyfriend than me.” Something snapped within you. That was the last straw. Even with you trying to explain, he still doesn't believe you. 

“...get out.” You said quietly under your breath. Xavier was shocked, his hand left his face and his eyes widened, slowly trying to get his drifting eyes to connect with yours. He could tell that he's done it. He had let jealousy take over his emotions. He had just realized the words that came out of his mouth. “...I … I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me…” he tried to plead. “Leave.” He twitched as he saw the fury in your eyes. The tables have turned. You are now angry at him for accusing you of cheating. “I don't want to see you right now. Leave.” You demanded. 

He has no choice but to leave you for the night. He does not want this to escalate to the point of no return. He walked out of your apartment and said another, “I'm sorry.” But you did not even flinch. He thought if he gave you some space, you would cool off and he can make amends after. 

The next day, he was about to head to work. He walked down to your apartment and knocked on the door, he wanted to walk to work with you. There was no answer. He thought you must have left already, so he headed into work. Once he arrived, he noticed you were not there. He thought to himself, ‘I should have checked and left home with you’ instead of just assuming you already left. He sighed and went to sit at his desk. 

It was already noon and you have not shown up. Xavier was getting anxious. You've never been this late before. He wanted to ask Tara if she knew what happened to you, but he also didn't want her to find out that you 2 had a fight so he just sat there. Worried. No one else seemed to mind that you were not at work, which was very odd. You are always working, even when you are sick, you would come to work and they would have to have someone send you home to rest. 

Once the day was over, Xavier raced home. Ran as fast as he could and got to the door of your apartment. He knocks again, still no answer. He opens the door and goes inside only to find you are not home. The clothes you wore last night are on your bed but you were nowhere to be seen. He checked your closet. Your luggage is still there, so where have you gone? 

It was just rinse and repeat for the next couple of days, no one bothered asking where you went, and Xavier not asking. He wanted to have everyone believe that nothing happened between the 2 of you. Jenna walks over to Xavier and tells him to go to her office. Xavier complied and followed her. “How is Y/N doing? She never asks for this much time off, is she feeling ok?” Jenna was concerned about you and was trying to get updates from Xavier. He thought Jenna had more information he could ply from her. “She has been a bit tired the past few days, she should be back to work soon.” He made up some answers just so she won't get suspicious. “Well, she just called and extended her days off for another week. Whatever she has right now must have hit her hard. She was so excited for tomor-” she stopped herself from talking. Like she almost said something she wasn't supposed to. Xavier was so preoccupied he didn't even notice her last remark. 

Xavier thought to himself, ‘she extended her leave? Where could she have gone?’ he is not going through his head, all the places you could be. He would go to every location and look if he must. He's been worried sick. All he wants is to find you and hold you tight in his arms and not let go. He would try and not get jealous that easily, try. He can't even promise himself that. It's another night without seeing your face, Xavier has not been sleeping well, all he could do is worry. He worries himself to sleep.

The next day, he arrived at the office being fully decorated. He was not sure of the occasion and sat down. Everyone surrounded him and had party poppers and they were popping around him. He looked at everyone confused. Until everyone shouted “Happy birthday Xavier!” Shocked, he's been worrying about you so much that he didn't notice it was his birthday. To be fair, after all these years he has stopped keeping count of his birthday, the only reason why he celebrates anymore is because of Y/N. He would feel overwhelmed with happiness when you sing him Happy Birthday and give him tender kisses and tell him to make wishes that he thought had already come true. “Too bad Y/N couldn’t make it, she planned this for so long. You better treat her to a great dinner tonight when you get home!” Tara suggests. If only I knew where she is right now… Xavier thought to himself. 

“Delivery for Xavier from Philos!” Xavier hears someone shouting as he snaps back into reality. “Wow, how thoughtful of Y/N! You’re lucky to have her, Xavier!” A basket of Heliotrope, Eternal Love, and inside the basket, Xavier sees a card. Happy Birthday, Father Xavier.  

Xavier’s eyes widened, hands shaking. He shot up from his seat and ran out of the office. He ran to Philos as fast as his legs could take him. He barges in, swinging the door wide open. “Woah there Xavier, I don't need you breaking my door now!” Jeremiah says jokingly. Xavier paid him no mind and started searching the whole flower shop for you. “So how is it? Are you excited? Judging from your expression, I guess Y/N was actually able to keep it secret until today.” Jeremiah continued. “Where is she? Is she here?” Xavier asked. “Of course not, she came in 5 days ago to place the order. She also told me that I was going to be a godfather! I was so excited I gave her a big hug to celebrate! Oh!” Jeremiah swiftly moves his arms up in a defending position, remembering how jealous Xavier can be and was expecting a few beatings from him. 

Xavier falls back and leans on the table behind him. ‘So this was why she was hugging Jeremiah and had a big smile on her face…’ Xavier finally realized his mistake. All he could think about right now, is to find you and apologize and never let you go again. He ran out, searched every part of the city, still no sign of you. Just when he thought all hope was lost, he got a phone call, he pulled the phone out of his pocket hoping it was you calling. B&B Owner, why would he be calling? Xavier picks up the phone. “...Hello?” he asked with a questioning tone to his voice. “Hey there Bud, Happy Birthday! How’s your day been?” the B&B owner asked, “Your friend who you introduced me to before is staying at the resort, and she reminded me of you and that your birthday was coming up and I thought I should call and wish you a happy birthday!” Wait, Xavier thought and asked “Y/N?? She’s there at the resort??!” “Well yeah, she's been here the past 5 days, she checked in late one night and had stayed here ever since, I can see her right now on the beach walking by herself.”

Upon hearing your exact location, Xavier used his special ability, the one he used once before with you, where you were teleported to a safe location away from the Wanderers. When he finally arrived, he saw you. Walking by yourself, gentle winds blow your hair as you try to push it back behind your ears. You have not noticed him yet, and kept walking along the beach, with the sandals in one hand and the other resting around your belly. You continue to stroll slowly, sinking your feet into the soft sand. You stepped on a broken shell and was about to lose your balance when Xavier dashed out and swooped you off your feet, holding you in his arms. Shocked at almost falling, all you could do was protect your belly. You slowly look up to see who helped you only to find Xavier’s eyes as if he was in pain. 

“Xavier…..? How did you find me? You questioned, you haven't told anyone including Jenna of your whereabouts. “We are destined to be together, I will find you no matter where you are.” Xavier proclaims. You felt warm, safe in his arms, but you suddenly remembered how you got here. You told him under your breath, “Put me down, I can walk.” “No.” A stern but simple reply from Xavier, you were shocked, he had never given you a firm rejection before. “Where is your room, we are going back inside to treat your foot.” He said in a very strict tone of voice, very different from the Xavier you know. “305.” You answered while staring at your hands, clenched in fists on top of your belly.

Arriving at the room, you unlocked the door with the key card while Xavier still had you in a bridal carry. He walks into the room and places you gently on the bed, he takes your injured food and examines it. With you 2 being separated for a while, you felt shy and embarrassed with the slightest touch. “It's ok, I've got it. You can go now.” You told Xavier as you tried to pull your leg away from him, you couldn't stand to look at him. “No!” He raised his voice, it made you flinch. 

“I'm sorry, my queen. I should have never said those things to you. You are my everything, my light, my love, my life. I regretted everything I've said that night. I should have never left, how could I leave you by yourself this whole time, especially when…” he's staring at your belly. He tried reaching for you but stopped himself when he saw you slightly moving back. He was afraid to upset you, every atom in his body is telling him to grab you, hold you tight in his arms. But he fought with his temptations, his hand only ghosting the outline of your face and body as it trembled. 

He is kneeling in front of you, slouching with his head hovering above your legs and one hand on your slide clutching the bed while the other is in a fist in front of his chest. He is trembling, afraid you would reject him again. You can see and sense how hurt he felt, you couldn't help yourself but to gently pet his head to try and comfort him. He quickly grabs your free hand and places it on his cheeks, trying to seek your touch that he had missed for so long, staring at you with longing eyes, almost as if he was begging for you to touch him some more. 

“Y/N, I… missed you, so very very much…” he pulls you closer to him and kisses your wrist. He finally placed his head on you, his ear was placed on your stomach. As if he was trying to listen for something. “Please tell mommy to forgive daddy…” he is now talking directly to your womb. His arms wrapped around your waist. “Please…” he continues to beg.

“Xavier…” you said softly. Xavier was very anxious of the words that are about to come out of your mouth. He sat up straight and waited, like a puppy about to get his treats. “I'm sorry for making you angry…” you told him. That moment, he felt as if life had been brought back to him, he could see colors again. He was so happy you could see him glowing. He gave you a hug, gentle yet you could feel him embrace you with all the love he could give. “No, my queen. It was never your fault. I know I was wrong. I should never have an ounce of doubt of your love for me, you loved me enough to carry my child. And I will always love you, now and forever.” He released you from his embrace only to give you a passionate kiss on your lips, he kissed you for so long that it made it hard for both of you to breathe and end up gasping for air once his lips left yours. 

This was part of your plan, you know the owner of the place knew Xavier, so you decided to keep appearing in front of him hoping he would tell Xavier that you are here. Waiting for him. But he doesn't need to know that, you thought. 

“What are we going to do about this…” you placed your hands along with Xavier's hand on your belly. “Marry me, Y/N, I will take care of you and our child. You will never have to worry about anything ever again.” You were flushed, to be honest, you were not expecting him to propose to you. You thought being together would be enough. “Will you please allow me this honor of making you my wife?” Xavier asks again. Your face was all red and you felt the room was spinning, you gave Xavier a nod and fell laying on the bed, you used your arms to try and hide your burning face. 

Xavier could not contain his giddiness and leans in on top of you. Slowly removing your arms so he could see your beautiful face. When your eyes finally met, you could see he was as red as you. He softly puts his forehead against yours, he whispers, “I love you, this is the best birthday present one can ever get.”

[scarletspider-lily]

i think the scariest thing as of late was hearing young people in my womens bible study thing at church be super enthusiastic about wanting kids (nearly all wanted multiple of them) now this is not concerning on its own but let me add more context they were mainly talking about wanting kids and wanting to live a pretty good life and reach several milestones like finding husbands before... the rapture happens im sorry what (if youre reading this going wtf dont worry me too that is a normal reaction) i just- i dont know, it always scares me when people i know with questionable beliefs in anything want children. it is genuinely so scary, as an advocate for children's rights- because i believe EVERYTHING starts at home, with parents and guardians. statistically speaking, leaving the church is becoming more popular. realizing you are gay is happening more. several of these peoples children in the upcoming decade may very likely grow up and fall out of religion, leaving the church or realizing they are queer as they see the effects of christian nationalism, as they use the internet, as they go to public school (because affording private school in this day and age is NOT possible for the upper middle class group i was raised in at this point, i dont see it being super feasible in the coming years) and are exposed to other viewpoints.

and what will then happen, if these kids become atheists? if they come out? these people ive grown up with- these potential parents- i see them potentially being cruel or horrified about their children not turning out like mini versions of them, of not believing in god- i see them weeping about their kids going to hell. i see their kids potentially falling into the same fate as me, having to hide who they are or being punished. old and cruel traditions being pushed again and again, the same cycle, as these people forgive their parents for everything and never reflect on their feelings. the same cycle continues.

my point isnt "these people should not have kids" because i think that can lead into questionable territory and a lot can change. i am still technically assuming things about these people after all and we are all so young. but i worry a lot about extreme religious people's parenting and the indoctrination they will put their kids through... i hope i can be a voice for kids in the future who need to hide.

there are so many of us.

[abbysworldsastage]

I don’t know if some of you guys are being purposefully dense, or if you’re just trying to be edgy, or if you’re falling for some of the bullshit the US and their funders have been spouting, but I don’t think you guys understand what is happening with the tiktok ban and why you should be worried.

“Whatever. We need an app for the people and by the people. I don’t care about tiktok.”

This ban sets a precedent for allowing them to ban any app they SAY they view as a threat. We all know it isn’t really because of ccp involvement (senator im Singaporean), but because the people on tiktok are speaking out and organizing. AND Zuckerberg, Elon, and bezos are jealous of the platform and want to buy it so they are trying to force a sale. Even if we did manage to create an app “for the people by the people” that reached that level of success, if people started being so pro-Palestine and started organizing and talking the same way they do on tiktok, the second the government got wind of it they could make up some “national security” bs and use this as a precedent for a much faster ban. Remember, they have been working on this for YEARS. And maybe some tech bro would swoop in and say “hey, I’ll buy the platform and clean it up for the government so they don’t have to worry about the threats anymore *wink wink $$* and then there goes that platform too.

“Idk why people think they are getting one over on the government by going to RedNote. Do you all think you’re actually doing something?”

None of us believed going to RedNote would be a long term solution. It is a form of protest on many levels, AND calling out the government on their  fear mongering and xenophobia. They keep using the “China will steal your data” excuse and we very vocally said “we don’t care, and here is proof.”

AND

We are making a statement to Zuckerberg that we won’t go back to meta, even without tiktok. He spent MILLIONS lobbying for this ban in order to get rid of the competition one way or another. Either it goes away, or sells. And just like vine, he would probably buy it up and either shut it down after a while to get people back to instagram, or just fuck up the algorithm to suppress the creators that actually make the app special. The writers, artists, POC, queer people, etc. who have found an audience that they never would have found on Instagram or YouTube would be pushed to the background again.

Remember how we always say “money talks”? In a world where these platforms are profiting off of our data, we are taking that “digital currency” that they have been stealing for ages, and actively CHOOSING to give it to their competitors. WHILE withholding it from the people who have been profiting off it. That includes the politicians who have been getting paychecks from meta in order for all of this to happen.

“Tiktok has radicalized so many, and spread misinformation, is too addictive, and helped trump win the election!”

I have not been on a single app or social media network in my LIFE that you could not say that about. INCLUDING TUMBLR! Are we forgetting the fucking Russian bot accounts in the 2016 election? The fucking hairless purple eye condition people actually believed? I have seen rac*sts, and bigots, and “maps” on this app for years. It is on Facebook. It is on Instagram. It is on Reddit. it is on Twitter or X or whatever you wanna call it. The biggest difference with TikTok is that it is loud. It is popular. And it is making a lot of money for a billionaire that is not from America. I have spent the same amount of excessive hours doom scrolling on Tumblr that I have on TikTok. You can do that on any app. and I am going to be real with you all for a second: As someone who has spent a ton of time on both apps, I honestly feel like the content on TikTok feels just like Tumblr except in video format. 

I could rant for ages, but honestly at this point, I don’t know how else to tell you guys that you should care about this whether or not you like tiktok. And what TikTok users are doing in response to this ban is actually having an impact whether you want to see it or not. it might not be the thing that makes our politicians go “we are so sorry. you are right. We will fix this.” But it is making our voices and opinions on the matter loud and clear, so that when they do go against what we are telling them we want, they can’t claim ignorance for our reaction. It is forcing them to go out of their way to oppose what the people have been asking for. it is forcing them to out their true intentions to the people who don’t clearly see what they’re doing. Like there are so many layers to this and I am not eloquent enough to explain them all in a way that doesn’t make me sound like a rambling maniac please I am begging you all to take a second and think about this beyond an app. 



[potter-head-phanatic]

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jake and Y/N stood outside of their fathers apartment door after he bailed on them, once again. She could see how tense her brother was, from the frown on his face to the clench in his fist. Polar opposite to how he usually felt. "I have to, or hes going to keep doing it" She whispered an okay before giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, letting him know that she was right there with him, before knocking on the door. A few moments later, the door opened and Roger Peralta looked surprised to see them. "Jake! Y/N! I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the party" he started to say and Y/N could already feel an excuse coming, "I'm subbing for a buddy who's got an early flight, I'm sure you're upset" There it is. "No, actually. I'm not upset at all" She wanted to say something, but Jake was finally standing up for himself and she wasn't going to stop him. "yeah? great" She wanted to wipe the stupid smile off his face, not believing he could be this clueless to think Jake actually wasn't upset. "No, more relieved. You know you were always my hero, but i think i'm finally starting to see you for who you really are. A regional airline pilot whose landings are bumpy as hell and a pretty selfish guy who genuinely doesn't care about being a dad" She couldn't be more proud of her brother and agreed with every word he just said. "Jake, you don't understand. There was a downdraft on the drummondville runway." The Peralta patriarch kept looking at Y/N out of the corner of his eye, feeling uncomfortable under her glare. "It's not my fault" It never is. "Look, i've been making excuses for you my whole life, no matter how many times Y/N told me not to. But you're a pretty crappy father, and until you're ready to be a good one, don't call me" Y/N wanted to jump for joy. She couldn't remember the amount of times she envisioned this moment happening, and to see the shocked expression on their fathers face made it worth the wait.

"Also, im taking your captains hat cause it's cool and I want it" Jake spoke as he reached into the apartment, grabbing the hat from the table that was beside the door, before putting it on. "Go on without me. I'll meet you outside, there's something I need to say" He looked at her as if to say, are you sure? After a reassuring nod, he gave his sisters shoulder a squeeze before heading down the hallway and making his way outside. Not before sending one final glare towards Roger. Y/N waited till she didn't hear Jakes footsteps anymore before turning towards her father once again. "You really messed up this time" Roger went to defend himself, but she held a hand out, not letting him get a word out. "Save it. You're always full of excuses" Y/N couldnt hold her anger back much longer. Years of pent up rage just threatening to burst free. "Jake has been nothing but loving towards you. Even when you don't deserve it. And you show up all of a sudden acting like you want to spend time with him, when all you want to do is use him for your own selfish gain. You should be ashamed of yourself!" "Now hold on..." "I'm not done" He shut his mouth quick enough, surprised at the way his daughter was speaking to him. Y/N was finally letting all of her feelings out and it was making her feel lighter and lighter by the second. "I have spent my whole life trying to protect Jake, and I would like to think i've done a damn good job. So if you don't get serious about being in his life, dont bother coming back. It doesnt matter to me, i've gotten used to you disappointing me, but i'll be damned if I let you hurt him again" Roger Peralta had never felt so put in his place before, but there was also a small feeling of pride. Knowing just how much his children cared for one another. He couldnt think of anything to say, but it didnt matter. Even if he did, he watched as Y/N turn around and walk away at a fast pace, wanting to get away from him as fast as possible. When she got outside, she saw her brother sitting on the front steps of the building with his head in his hands. She carefully approached him and sat beside him on the cold steps, lightly nudging his arm. "Hey, dont think about him, we're better off" He tiredly ran his hands down his face while letting out a long sigh, "I'm so dumb, how could I not see this coming" "Hey, youre not dumb" she protested as she wrapped her arm around is shoulders, not wanting him to feel bad about himself, "you're just a hopeful person, thats a good quality to have" He looked over at her with a small smile, "What did I do to deserve an amazing sister like you" "I dont know, something amazing in a past life" They both laughed before standing up and heading to Y/Ns car, heading back to Shaw's bar where their work family was waiting for them.

[raz0rvampire]

Can I say that I LOVE your transfem wesker so so much. Shes beautiful. Do you have headcanons for her? I would love to hear your thoughts <3

OH MY FREAKING GOSH TYSM BRO IM SO EXCITED TO TALK ABT HER HAHABISHKBSHJVSBKHS

Tysm for the ask now I will info dump

In Allison’s story (that I’m working on in my head) her and Alex don’t speak that much, but not that they’re on bad terms but because they just grew apart and never really knew how to communicate with one another. They were raised with the Birkins after Umbrella was investigated/found guilty of their crimes, but I think the trauma would cause them to isolate themselves from one another during childhood before they could reach out to each other by the time they were adults. Alex would go on to be a pharmacologist for a majority of her life, and then sometime in the future Allison would quit being a STARS captain to be a biochemist!

Allison would come out to Alex first, and that’s how Alex gets involved in her sister’s life again. Allison went through a lot of mental stress before her transition, especially from the masculine expectations of being a STARS Captain and the stress of change. As a trans person myself I like to imagine that Allison was stressed that maybe she was overthinking it, and maybe she should just try out feminine clothing and ‘energy/personality’ for a while. She didn’t want to take the label for a long time, but after support and pushing from Alex she started occasionally going to queer events/bars. Through the community Allison would learn more about herself, learning that queer change is just like any another change in life, and being proud of that change makes you happy… before then running into Chris at a bar, that being the second person she then comes out to 😭🙏 I imagine she would actually keep it quite hidden for awhile, and very few select people knew about her identity, but years later she would indeed come out publicly to Raccoon City during a private STARS award ceremony. From then onwards she publicly addressed herself as Allison and presented herself as a trans woman!

While she’s on her shifts with STARS she would keep her hair in a bun or ponytail and would also try out different kinds of wigs while growing her hair out. I think her natural hair would turn out to be at her shoulders within a few years with the help of hair care n stuff! But she really does love her long blonde hair, it’s iconic atp

Jill and Allison are girl best friends like listen to me… I imagine Jill immediately being very supportive when she came out and quickly wanted to take Wesker out on a shopping date for the first time. And we know Wesker is stylish but omfg she would eat up so hard…leopard print dresses and pearls like omg hot mamas coming in right here rn. She would wear so so many pearls like ok old money girlie!! Being a STARS captain and then a biochemist…she is showing off that paycheck.

If ur wondering how she came out to Chris, I think honestly in this storyline they already have a really good relationship with one another through STARS and subtle interest in each other already. Chris did recognize Wesker despite her long blonde hair and make up, but would immediately tell her she’s pretty or sumthin on impulse bc they’re cringe and losers. The rizz was too much for Allison and she lowkey fw it. LOL OK BUT ACTUALLY Allison would find him very sweet despite her initial worry and anxiety, and that’s when Chris is like “Jill would love to take u to the mall pls do it”

THANK YOU BRO

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: Imagine going home after everything that happened in Twisted Wonderland.

Pairing: NA

Genre: Hurt no comfort (im sorry)

TW: Talk of loneliness, mention of scars ig, let me know if there's something else I should add here

AN: I don't know what happened here ummm... I just, started writing and it went somewhere. But going somewhere is still better than going nowhere (which is what a lot of my drafts are doing rn) so I'm just putting this out for your reading pleasure and as a practice thing. Enjoy!

Imagine going home after everything that happened in Twisted Wonderland.

After spending years and years trying to find a way back home with the help of the most wealthy, intelligent people and their abundant resources at hand, you finally manage to return to your world (somehow calling it the real world leaves a bad taste in your mouth; Twisted Wonderland was real, your friends were real. Everything you went through was real, and it would be a gross disservice to treat it as anything less than that).

You find out everything has changed. Naturally, considering you were essentially in a different universe entirely for many years, there would be changes. Like you being presumed dead after being reported missing by your family and friends. Perhaps you're even on one of those documentaries about mysterious and unsolved disappearances with the weirdest theories floating around on the internet.

Imagine going to your home, finding out another person lives there now. Imagine seeing the new tenant lose colour from their face on seeing you, as if they've seen a ghost. Because that is what you are to these people in this world now, isn't it? A ghost of the past.

Imagine having to go to the police, giving them a story you spent time coming up with to explain your absence, your disappearance.

Imagine meeting your family. For how much you've longed to see them while you were in Twisted Wonderland, there is little relief. Especially when they have changed so much, just like you. You have scars you cannot explain, secrets they wouldn't understand, stories they would dismiss at best and be concerned about at worst.

Even if you were to reveal the truth of everything that happened to you, everything that you saw and learnt and experienced, who would believe you? They would think you've gone mad.

Imagine reaching out to your friends, facing the same cycle again and again; the fear, the disbelief, the relief and tears, then the questions. You don't know which part of it hurts you more, which part digs its claws into your heart and shreds it more savagely.

Because somehow, somewhere down the line you don't recognize these people. You don't fit in, and you don't connect. The world has moved on without you, and now that you're back, it struggles to accommodate your unexpected presence.

You see it in the hesitancy with which your best friend introduces you to the child she had with her husband (who was her boyfriend before you left), in the way your father tiptoes around you in any and all conversations. Your mother sometimes forgets to set out three plates instead of the two she had gotten accustomed to, and your friends treat you as though you are made of glass and will shatter with the slightest touch.

You're a ghost of the past, haunting them with your presence and risk hurting them with your absence.

But what can you do?

You made your decision when you chose to come back. There is no going back, no second chances.

" Did I make the right choice?" You think to yourself on days where the loneliness grips you just a little too hard, where the gap between you and your loved ones seems near impossible to bridge. Days where it seems that living in Twisted Wonderland would have been far better than this... empty life you were living.

Can you imagine going home after everything that happened in Twisted Wonderland?

[listerbirdloml]

this was probably from ages ago but some fun asks for you; favorite lister headcannons? [I]

OOH idk man i’m shit at head cannons ALSO THIS WAS SAT IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT I POSTED IT

- well in my mind i always read him with a northern english accent and i’m not sure why. i know he’s from kent like Rowan + Jimmy but he just gives off northern vibes idk. and after learning that his dads scottish i can also see him using lots of Scottish slang terms.

- i think he’s a slag for a bit of pop too. Britney, Ariana, Taylor, Reneé, you name it. he gets a bit embarrassed though so he turns off his AirBuds when he wants to listen to girly pop music. he has the widest music taste out of the ark, so his Spotify wrapped is always mental. he posts them every year and not once has the same song appeared in his top listened to

- ik he’s not like blonde blonde but i think his natural hair is a lot darker but he’s been dying it blonder since he first met Jimmy and Rowan. when the ark are on hiatus he lets it grow out to his natural colour for a bit.

- he tried to grow a stache one time but Rowan shaved it while he slept. Also he didn’t know how to shave when he first met Jimmy and Rowan, so Pierro taught him. Pierro also taught him how to tie a real tie rather than use a clip on one.

- Joan LOVED lister. she would always fuss over him when he would come over. When he’d come round he would help her in the garden, but really he was terrible and Joan would always have to fix his mistakes. when he told her about how he and his mum would listen to albums together when he was little, she began showing him her collection of old records from when she was a teen/young adult. when she died she left Lister a few of his favourites. Lister keeps them hidden at all times so when he was hosting parties there was no chance they’d get damaged. after they stopped having so many people over Lister kept them displayed in the living room.

- i think that before he and Jimmy got together he had healthy and fun relationship with someone unrelated. it’s not anything ridiculously serious but it helps him see what he should realistically be looking for and what he deserves. it’s not like he’s using the person though, and he actually really likes them. they eventually end things amicably though, and stay good friends.

- it says on the WIKI article alice wrote for him that he has three half siblings. as far as i can think there’s no canon information about them other than that, so i like to HC that they are all from his dads second marriage and they don’t talk much since Lister hasn���t been to visit his dad in years. the ages are;

1.) Lister (19-20)

2.) a sister who’s like 17ish, she’s super embarrassed about the whole ark thing and is reluctant to rebuild a relationship with him again when he reaches out to her post IWBFT, because she remembers how he used to constantly fight with their dad when he’d come over for christmas / two weeks in the summer holidays. when they do start to reconnect and get closer she helps him bond with their dad too. (maybe she’s called Maya?)

3.) a younger brother who’s 13ish and a total TWAT. they look really similar and he’s just like how Lister was in school but he’s hilarious and really admires Lister. somehow he’s stupid smart though, even if he’s class clown. i think he reaches out to Lister when he’s still in the hospital after the incident. i also think it would be funny if the younger brother’s celebrity crush was Jimmy but his image of jimmy is completely shattered when he meets him properly. (i call him Brodie in my head)

4.) his youngest sister who’s like 7 who barely remembers lister but once they get closer she has him wrapped around her little finger. he almost bought her a horse once but Jimmy and Rowan had to remind him that a 7 year old who lives in a city centre can not logistically look after a whole horse. (i think her names Eilidh)

- the ark move from the flat into a house just outside london and he makes sure they all have a room so they can visit whenever they want to.

- after getting to know them better, he gets really close with Angel and Juliet. the three of them and Bliss have “girls” nights in the arks flat. when Listers hair grows they teach him how to pleat it. he gets really good and when he starts seeing his half siblings again he pleats his sisters hair for them)

sorry idk man i yapped a bit 🤷‍♀️

[icallhimjoey]

so apparently there are some rumers, that joe is dating a girl called kate and that they revealed their realiationship at bfi. I mean I dont care who he is dating, as long he is happy, so am I. But where do those rumers come from?? There is literly no information, just those people saying that they are dating and sending hate mails to kate…

okay, FINE, im going to get into this, tell you all i know, and then that can be it for the questions i keep getting about this, because it really is neverending (and insanely annoying to me) so, lets go

kate is a writer/director who works with/for 'film hub north/bfi network/rianne pictures' as stated in her instagram bio, lives up north near newcastle and is gorgeous

at the london film festival this year she has gone to see hoard

she posted a pic to her insta stories of the Q&A after hoard from her seat in the cinema (like so many other fans did too) and said some nice words about luna and she tagged some people

one of the producers reposted the story into their stories which i think is how people "found" her

kate had a pic taken on one of the bfi red carpets (by herself) AND had a pic taken in a large group, one of who was lorn (lauren quinn - no relation - this is not about her, but people draw conclusions about this too)

NOW

just a couple weeks before, joe made a playlist on his spotify account called "Kate's" with two songs in

so, some girls went 1 + 1 = this is a relationship

kate has red hair and is literally stunning, so they're saying "she's his type, must be true"

kate got messages/insta comments asking about it, she posted a story to her insta that said something along the lines of "this is silly please stop this is my professional account i should be able to post what i want without being harassed i have body dysmorphia pls leave me alone"

went private and then public again shortly after

when i say that there's been 0 actual proof that these two people even know each other, i truly mean that there's 0 proof that these two people know each other at all

if we're just looking at the facts: she's a fan

the end

every time people have been trying to link them up, joe's been pictured/filmed to be by himself

couple weeks ago, kate posted stories to her instagram of her being in malta and, presumably, people started asking questions, because she very quickly went private and deleted the insta stories

she went public again shortly after, and the day that joe was pictured doing a lil food shop in his local tesco's, kate posted a mirror selfie in a lift and behind her, there's an arm in the frame - now, imo, not even close enough to touch her bum, but people went BLACK COAT, THAT'S JOE AND HE'S TOUCHING HER ASS

big sigh

so

what kate is NOT doing is coming out and denying anything, which is a choice

she doesnt have to do shit, she doesnt owe anyone anything, but to hit the snooze button and ignore everything is definitely a choice

in turn, some girls are taking the no-denying as proof of it being real and have made twitter and tiktok accounts and KEEP FUCKING SENDING ME QUESTIONS THAT KEEP PUSHING THIS TO BE THE TRUTH (they are not nice about it either)

i have yet to see any truth to any of these rumours - to me it feels like a lot of stories being pulled from thin air that some girls find extremely entertaining

i do not

i have no interest in this

don't get me wrong - joe'd be lucky to date someone as pretty as kate, she seems lovely, but i am going to need some actual proof before i just go with whatever some people are trying to sell to me as the truth

please do not reach out to me on anon about this

if you have anything you want to discuss with me, please find me in the tumblr chat messages

thanks <3

[bonebabbles]

Jagged Peak sucks too

And I'll say it actually. Gray Wing's anger is completely fucking justified. This has nothing to do with Jagged Peak's disability, this is because he's completely irresponsible with the well being of children

This isn't the first time he lost track of the kittens when he was in charge of them, either. Last time this happened they had to mount a rescue mission.

We see Sparrow Fur get painted a lovely shade of red in her own blood because she ran off on her Father Quest, mauled by One Eye in her goal to reconnect to her mother's domestic abuser, while Gray Wing trusted his brother with ONE JOB to make sure they didn't do something ridiculous

Gray doesn't know that Sparrow looks like a Children's Hospital right now, but he does know she's missing. And he learns where she is from OWL EYES

JAGGED PEAK SAID IT WAS OKAY

FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S CHILD

TO RUN INTO THE FOREST

TOWARDS A GROUP THAT IS HARBORING A WIFEBEATER

AND DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO BE THE ONE TO TELL GRAY WING THAT HIS ADOPTED DAUGHTER IS NOT IN CAMP

It gets worse. Gray Wing calls him over FURIOUS and Jagged Peak plays stupid

"IS THERE A PROBLEM THAT I LET YOUR CHILD GO LOOKING FOR HER ABUSIVE BIODAD IN THE WOODS, UNACCOMPANIED?"

Jagged Peak started to look uncomfortable :(((((((((( "im sowwy i thought it would be okey :( after all the wifebeater is HER FATHER, gray wing, guy who was mates with turtle tail and is the only paternal figure the kittens have ever known. i thought you wouldnt be a little bitch about it because she's big enough that a fox could eat her in two bites instead of one."

THESE KITTENS WERE BORN IN SUMMER. IT IS CURRENTLY AUTUMN. THEY ARE, AT MOST, 6 MONTHS OLD. That is assuming that they were born at the start of summer and this is the end of autumn.

Most likely scenario is that we are looking at 4-month-old kittens, and Jagged Peak said it was FINE for Sparrow Fur to run off on her own into the Oh So Dangerous Woods

How many stupid pills is a lethal dose?

You do not, under ANY circumstances, "GOTTA ADMIT HE WAS RIGHT"

EVERY time I believe that this arc has scraped the BOTTOM of the barrel, I hear the sickening crackle of wood and peak over the rim to watch them scooping out splinters.

"all three of them wanted to train with the man who got their mom killed, gray wing. so i let your 10 year old run off into the woods. 10 is old enough to make their own choices gray wing. come on man. c'maaaaan"

Then he starts gushing about how HE is going to be a dad, because that's just fucking GREAT, Jagged Peak. You've really proven how responsible you are and how much you can totally be trusted with children.

RE: This has NOTHING to do with Jagged Peak's disability. None of that is a factor into LETTING CHILDREN RUN OFF INTO THE WILDERNESS UNSUPERVISED

But then The News reaches the Moor cats. Sparrow Fur has been mauled and she is hanging on for dear life. What a turn of events!! No one could have seen this coming!!!!!! Gray Wing rips into Jagged Peak.

All THREE of you suck. NONE of you are okay people. You are all BLIGHTS on my eyeballs and I wish all three of you fell into a meat grinder at the end of this series

Gray Wing downplaying Clear Sky's role in everyone's pain and torment. AGAIN

Clear Sky "ohhh I feel dreadful :(" good. die.

Jagged Peak: "im sorry b-b-b-b-b-BUT your daughter was INSISTENT, so, you have to forgive me for letting her run into the woods alone--"

Before you go ahead, go on back up. Read that again. Sparrow Fur was put in danger because of Jagged Peak's STUPID choice, and he can't even FULLY take responsibility for it. "I AM sorry, I should have checked with you................................ BUT."

Always, ALWAYS in this series, a character who is angry is treated as JUST AS BAD as the person who hurt them and mustered up a shitty apology.

You expect me to take Gray Wing FINALLY expressing anger towards the shitty people in his life as a bad thing?? You think I'm supposed to see this as an expression of ableism???? TWICE now Jagged Peak has let children wander off, they have been KIDNAPPED in the past, and now Gray Wing is faced with losing ANOTHER family member. All because of Jagged Peak being an irresponsible manbaby who couldn't say no to an "insistent" child

His leg had NOTHING to do with this. Jagged Peak is the same reckless kid that charged out of the mountains and forced Gray Wing to follow him to prevent him from becoming eagle food, not thinking about anyone else besides himself, but this time he isn't a kid anymore. He's an expectant father.

Fuck, I'll bet you that it's why he let Sparrow Fur run off into the woods alone in the first place. "I did it and turned out fine!" When he's always had GRAY WING behind him to save his ass

Is this harsh? Yes.

Is it deserved? ALSO YES. Jagged Peak should take this shit to heart and THINK about what it means to be a parent before his children come into the world and have to deal with having HIM for a father

TEA.

A BOSTON HARBOR FULL OF TEA

I hate that the only time this arc ever lets Gray Wing fucking unload onto someone, it has to go and try to make it a big shameful thing that he's NOT being a total doormat. He's RIGHT.

Jagged Peak needs his wife to jump in and stand up for him because he can't face the fact that his stupid, careless decision put Sparrow Fur in danger and his brother, NOTORIOUSLY A PUSHOVER, is rightfully losing his shit with him

Jagged Peak, I hope it felt just as good to smack your brother as it did to call Bumble a fat slob before you stood by and watched her get dragged back to her domestic abuser. The same one you let a kitten run to. I hope your paw falls off.

But before it does, I hope you learn to take responsibility for your actions. Loser ass.

And before someone tries to clown at me about "Oh but Gray Wing was legitimately ableist to Jagged Peak in the past so actually it's not okay that he's yelling at him even though he's totally right!" Do you mean the time he prevented him from running towards a forest fire, the same one that also permanently disabled and ends up killing Gray Wing himself via complications, that everyone could only barely escape from with a lot of jumping? Or do you mean when he told him to defend the camp instead of joining in on the First Battle Murder Party, when Clear Sky was indiscriminately slaughtering people?

Or do you mean when Clear Sky was insulting him in public by calling him useless and Gray Wing was out here trying to insist that he IS useful? Which is its OWN bucket of problematic worms, but no, NEVER in a way that was meant to insult Jagged Peak for his ability or lack thereof.

This is completely new. He has NEVER snapped at Jagged Peak like this.

In fact I even point out in the link above that Jagged Peak shouldn't have to "justify" his existence. His life has value (even though he treated Bumble like hers didn't). That doesn't mean he can't face criticism for what he just allowed to happen to Gray Wing's adopted child. That doesn't mean he'll make a good dad if he doesn't smarten up. That doesn't mean Gray Wing shouldn't be fucking pissed at him.

Shove off, Holly. Shove off, get lost, play in traffic, suck an egg. You should take out your pain on the person who is responsible for sending a child to an unsafe camp with her mother's abuser where she got mauled, actually. That's completely fucking reasonable.

Holly x Jagged Peak FOREVER. HAND IN UNLOVABLE HAND. YOU CERTAINLY DESERVE EACH OTHER, IF NOTHING ELSE

Disclaimer: This is not a Gray Wing defense post. All three brothers are terrible. Clear Sky remains the absolute worst. Jagged Peak is the "least" bad but he's still fucking awful.

[augustheart]

also, while yes i did unravel on the dashboard, i did want to send my thoughts on s3 bc man... this season. the torment nexus deluxe and it was DELICIOUS. i must admit i thought they would go a bit more evil with DOSA, kinda feel they chickened out of making them bad bad. like they are a branch of the us military institution, don't pull you punches? and it would have been a nice parallel with (from what i think im understanding insofar the s4 reaching plot arc?) the library as an institution. but i guess it also remains to be seen. also must admit, i had a full minute where i thought "oh shit are they going to do a winter soldier with eve???" bc the DOSA boss lady said sleeper agent but nope just the standard set up for a double cross double cross twist. but they got my ass for a moment. THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE EPISODE. man. it truly is infuriating how much noah wyle GETS alex. like FUCK. cocaine television.... INSANE. whole episode about how she should kill herself to save the world. AND in a green void. i cannot believe i saw that episodes with my own two eyes. truly insane television alex planning her suicide and while she is losing a mother figure and a central pillar of her support system, the person that knew her before she was a librarian, that understood her best and she could always talk to, THAT person tells her sometimes sacrifices are necessary for the greater good. charlene telling alex to kill herself not clickbait??? insane INSANE. im still rotating that whole plotline in my head like i cannot believe it actually happened. i am curious abt what charlene whispered to eve before she untethered. also insane lore drops. it truly IS hilarious how much charlene does NOT fuck with jenkins. good. good. s3 run me through the wringer and in a haze i started s4 and BAM. NICOLE. man. insane. INSANE. i cannot believe after three movies and three seasons, they were like "hey. wouldn't it be fucked up if alex's inexperience and ego as a fledgling librarian got her guardian killed? and she has carried that guilt and shame and self loathing with her for a decade? and then it turns out her first guardian IS alive and 500 years old and immortal and hates the library? at the same time alex is grappling with the fact she is about to become an immortal tied to the library?" COCAINE TELEVISION. i cannot wait to see what s4 holds in store. im gonna try to not binge through it and i'll see you on the other side on thursday 🫡

under a cut again

i would never. i would NEVER cop out with a shady government agency. i would NEVER. i love them. i have two google docs about it as we speak (although one of them is much closer to completion than the other and given your hopes for winter soldier style eve i think. You Will Like It). the mid s3 fic i wrote if you haven't already checked it out (bird in a cage) is about how i would NEVER cop out. make that organization fucked up! hurt those people NOW! i want to see BLOOD.

THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE TORMENT NEXUS SO AWESOME. one of the episodes of all time. that + the noir parody episode which i see you've now seen is like. oh it's so unfortunate that he gets it. and equally unfortunately so does jonathan frakes. crazy how this show has two whole episodes about how alexandria wants to kill herself So Bad. one of my favorite bits in the s3 finale is when jenkins calls it a human sacrifice and you see in real time everyone else realize he's talking about suicide. sorry for shameless self promotion again but that's what remiges and rectrices is about, but since it vaguely mentions nicole's fate/library of alexandria Lore from the s4 premiere it made more sense to say to read it after you'd seen that episode.

also i'm not sure if this is something you're aware of but the entirety of the librarians (and the vast majority of leverage's original run) was filmed in my area. so there are so many moments that are only scary for ME where they'll go someplace i'm super familiar with. (for example there's a scene in the s3 premiere where there's a shot that includes a location where i used to stand and throw balls at strangers' heads (i don't do that anymore. i was a child), the evil pervert magician sean astin "carnival" which is the same as the "carnival" from the carnival job leverage and where the van gogh job's climax was filmed is an amusement park (not a carnival) near a birding location i frequent, etc.) and it is so scary. get noah wyle the HELL out of my house i don't want him there. rebecca romijn you can stay.

thus far s4 has had two episodes in it that we did not care for--christmas episode and then one you won't have gotten to yet so i won't mention it but you will probably know when you get there because it's uhh. Well. it's uh--but it has also had absolute BANGERS. the noir episode easily one of the best in the show, i really like the fortuna episode and i think it's one of the most competently done ones in the show, full disclosure i didn't like how it ended but the beginning and middle of the [redacted] lesbian trip to the paper mill (again) fucks supremely, DND GROUP EPISODE SO GOOD. they had to put in christmas and the other one to keep the rent low i guess.

charlene killing herself while telling alex she knows she's about to kill herself is so. like. can this fucking library stop producing people who want to commit suicide? hello? it's so dark in here. Hello? delicious narratively though. when you're done and i'm done we need to talk about this more. i'm so absolutely hyped to finish the season tomorrow and i hope you know that if you're waiting for later in the week to finish i can verify that the third-to-last episode is fucking great so you have that waiting for you. i've heard the final two are also good though.

i feel like i had more to say when i read this at work after i first got it but i have to go to my partner's house. also look at this dumb post i made about the noir episode because alexandria was so real for suicidally ideating in the driver's seat IMMEDIATELY upon entering a scene. thank you.