#all the hatred i have to live with for shit i didn't choose

[zyafics]

BROTHER'S RIVAL | 03

MASTERLIST (Series)

Pairing — Rafe Cameron x Female Reader .ᐟ

Summary — You and your brother were born Pogues, but once your family made enough to move to Figure Eight, you became a Kook. Unfortunately, Rafe doesn't welcome Pogue-born Kooks. It doesn't help that your brother is determined to steal the 'King of Kook' title from him. So, if your brother is attempting to steal something from him, Rafe will return the favor.

Content — 18+, smut, angst, and usage of drugs.

Rafe: i don't like being ignored after giving u the best orgasm of ur life

You didn't expect to see that message flash on your screen. Especially since you're with your brother, helping him load all the shit he bought from Heyward's into the back of his truck. You didn't even know he got a truck.

Lowering your brightness, you type back a haste reply.

You: don't type that shit Dean sometimes reads my text

Rafe: but it's true

You: that's an overstatement

Rafe: how about you come over here and we'll test that?

You: no, thanks i'm with my brother

Rafe: maybe he should fuck off

You roll your eyes at the message, just as your brother calls your name. Slipping the phone into your back pocket, where you are positive Dean won't be able to reach, you turn back to see him standing on the trunk of his truck with his arms outstretched.

"Did you hear me? Bring me the next case." He declares, his tone chipped with semi-annoyance at your distraction. You were about the grab the box, but with his attitude, you decided to put your hand on your waist and stare him down instead.

"Do I look like a dog to you? Say it nicer."

Dean sighs but doesn't argue back. Rather, he prepares himself to lunge through the next few words. "My dearest sister, the light of my life, the only person in the world who I would kill for, can you pass me the goddamn beer?"

Close enough.

You reach for one of the cases of booze set near your feet and hand it off to Dean, who easily takes it off of you and stacks it in the back of his cargo bed with the rest.

"I still don't understand the plan here." You confess, picking up another box and starting a momentum. "You're going to host a party, so what? What does that gotta do with anything?"

Your brother decided that he wanted to start hosting parties at your house. Since now he's intersecting himself into more Kook spaces, he wants to also start stripping away the pride of certain members too. According to Dean, Rafe is the top host for the grandest parties on the island—his containing a multitude of wild nights and adventures, all oozed out of his all-expensive paid amenities.

But you, for the life of it, don't understand how this has anything to do with his goals. Dean confirmed, after your little encounter with Rafe on the golf course, that he did have plans on taking the title of Kook King from Rafe. That Rafe's hatred of him was not unwarranted. However, he didn't tell you why.

All you know is that for the duration of this summer, your brother is going to do everything he can to convince the rest of the Kooks to follow after him.

Dean sighs, approaching you at the far end of the tailgate, crouching down till his face is to your level. "It's simple. Kooks are superficial and flimsy. They are only loyal to the Camerons because they have money. So, we need to shift the tides."

You are not getting in the middle of this.

"We—" you gesture to yourself, then to your brother, "are not doing anything. You are trying to do something with something we don't have a lot of. AKA, money."

While your brother does have a cushy job that pays better than most living in The Cut, and your mother secured herself as a respectable accountant who works with several high-profile Kooks—your family is nowhere at the levels that the Camerons is.

Dean chuckles. He finds it humorous that you're trying to distance yourself from this ongoing rivalry, drawing a line that you would not cross. Though, he knows, you would choose his side if it came down to it. "I know," he agrees with a nod. "But that's not the only way we can even the playing field. We can get power elsewhere."

"You do realize that this is just a meaningless feud between the Kooks and the Pogues, right?" You remind your brother. You know that he's competitive and stubborn; when he sets his mind on something, nothing you can or do can change it. "That it's not going to matter in the long run?"

His jaw locks and it takes several beats before he answers. "It matters to me."

Your older brother pushes himself back up to his height, jumping off the trunk onto the ground, and starts carrying the boxes himself. Without your assistance. You feel like you pushed a button you didn't know existed, and step back timidly.

"Fine, tell me," you announce after a few minutes of unbearable silence, trying to retain Dean's attention. "How are you planning on getting power?"

"No, you don't care."

You grab your brother's arm before he hauls the next case onto the cargo bed. Finally, he turns to you. "But, you care," you rectify, in a small voice, "so that means I care too. What is your genius plan, Lucky?"

Dean lights up at the nickname you used. An inside joke between the two of you. When you were children, you two were obsessed with the film Lilo & Stitch—so much that you had adopted the nicknames as your own. However, for the better part of your childhood, you had a difficult time remembering it was Lilo. You kept calling it Lucky. In turn, you kept calling your brother 'Lucky.'

"Alright." He sets his current case on the tailgate, turning back to give you his full attention. "Y'know how Kook doesn't just party? They do a lot of other shit too. They smoke. They do drugs. They fuck one another on the off-chance that they could gain something from it—a job, an inside scoop, maybe even the life of a housewife."

You raise your brow at his example. "Men can't be the sluts?"

"Can you let me speak?"

You raise both your arms in surrender. He cuts you a playful annoyed look before continuing on his mastermind.

"So, that means, Kooks change loyalty based on whoever has most access to the things they want. The drugs, the alcohol, the parties. Everything. If I can take that away from Rafe, they will shift their loyalty."

You cross your arms, considering his words. "You can't honestly believe that's true. They have more loyalty than that."

"I don't think so," he shakes his head, the firmness in his voice makes you wonder how he's so confident about it. "They're not like Pogues. Loyalty isn't the only thing they have left."

You don't respond. Instead, you remember. You can't shake off the rising guilt in your gut, knowing what happened the other day with Rafe—your brother's enemy—and how your brother still doesn't know. While you don't consider yourself a Pogue anymore, you know you are loyal to one thing.

Dean.

Your family.

This, you are certain.

In that moment, you decided that you need to put some distance between yourself and Rafe. That whatever happened that night was a one-time thing, a flunk in the system, a brief moment of vulnerability.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket again and this time, you pull it out, expecting to see another text from Rafe.

Unknown: come on, don't ignore me

You swallow hard, clenching your phone in your palm. Dean has returned back to lodging his cases onto his trunk, picking up his own routine without you.

"Hey, Dean," you call out, to which your brother hums in response. "Have you talked to... him?"

It takes a moment for your brother to register who you are referring to, and his whole body goes rigid. "No," he says with gritted teeth, not bothering to hide his discontent. "I blocked that bastard months ago."

He glances down at your phone clutched in your hand. "Didn't you?"

You know you should. You know it would be better for you. But, something in you just doesn't allow it to happen. That you wonder, for a moment, if he would ever change and need help. To get back on his feet. To make amends. You couldn't let that happen without you.

"Yeah," you lie, "I was just curious."

—

The party is full of Kooks. You didn't expect this many people to show up, especially knowing that they're supposed to be resenting you and your brother, but somehow you were proven wrong. Perhaps it's because Dean went all-out that drove them, or because Kooks didn't like to miss out on something on their own street, but they're here.

You wonder, for a split moment, if what your brother said has some merit.

The party wasn't just Kooks. He invited the Pogues too. Unlike you, where your friends dropped you upon learning that you were moving to Figure Eight and you didn't care enough to keep in touch—Dean carefully kept in contact with his childhood buddies. Because, at heart, Dean still sees himself as a Pogue.

You didn't care. You took advantage of it. Dressed in your best party outfit—a skirt that barely covered anything, a top with such a large cut that practically revealed your cleavage—and a fuck-it attitude, you descended to the party and have fun.

You drank, danced, and even grind against a couple of guys on the dance floor.

That's when it hits you. Where is Dean? Usually, by the time the second guy got too handsy with you, he would appear out of nowhere to shove the guy off. An overprotective streak that you can't help but roll your eyes to, it's also a measured move that allows you to know when and where your brother is at all times.

Taking the final sip of your drink, the liquor of mixed fruits and vodka slipping down your throat with a burn, you separate from the guy to search for your brother. He wasn't outside, where most of everyone is, lounging around the lit pool; he wasn't on the roof, where Kooks were jumping off the ledge into the water below; he wasn't gone—his truck was still here. When you went inside, you searched the first floor to find him nowhere in sight. That's when you head upstairs. Opening the door to your room, you didn't find Dean.

You find Rafe instead.

"What the hell?" You exclaim, your words slightly slurred as you step into your bedroom and lock the door behind you. Rafe turns around, his previous attention paid to the various frames decorating your walls now pins onto you. "What—what are you doing here?"

"I heard there was a party," he shrugs, his demeanor completely casual while his hands rested inside the pockets of his khaki shorts. "Thought I'd check it out."

"The parties downstairs,"

"Huh," he hums, feigning innocence. "I must've gotten lost."

You aren't satisfied because, despite your intoxicated state, you can clearly see through his lies. Crossing your arms over your chest, you accuse, "thought you gave yourself a house tour the other night?"

"I did," he chuckles, closing the distance. His height towers over your own, and as he meets your gaze, a smirk rises over his face. "I got distracted."

You swallow hard, your heart skipping several beats knowing exactly what he's alluding to. It doesn't help that Rafe carries the same look behind his eyes—the same glint he had when he made you come.

"You know," Rafe begins, trailing down the length of your body, causing heat to bloom under your skin, before meeting your eyes again. "I talked to girls before and none of them has ever made me work as hard as you."

He's referring to the fact that, while you're replying to his texts, after your talk with Dean, they've been mostly monosyllabic answers. One-sided attempts at a conversation. You thought he would take the hint to leave you alone.

Once again, you're wrong.

You cross your arms and challenge him, "Go talk to one of your girls, then."

"Nah."

You don't know if it's the alcohol or his words, but your entire body is buzzing. You should leave, and go back to your search—what were you looking for again?—but something made you stay rooted in your spot. Rafe takes note of your internal battle and takes advantage of it.

Moving even closer, until he's nothing but a breath away, Rafe lowers himself to your level, his mouth right beside your ear. "You know what I can't stop thinking about?"

"How you can't seem to take no for an answer?"

"No," he chuckles, his breath fanning the crook of your exposed neck. "You and your little moans as you called out my name."

Your legs squeeze together, arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach as your mind flashes to the vivid memories of that night. Of Rafe touching you and making you come with the skillfulness of his hands. You can't help but imagine what he could do with his tongue.

Pulling together whatever little restraint you have left, you set a hand on his chest. "Well, cherish it. Because it's not going to happen again."

You're proud of how steady your voice sounds. It's almost believable.

But Rafe doesn't look completely convinced. A cocky smile forms on his face, his eyes diligently scanning your features, picking you apart under his scrutiny.

"You don't believe that."

"I—" You begin, stuttering. Goddammit. "I do. I'm serious."

His hand raises to cup the side of your profile, the pad of his thumb drags across the plump of your bottom lip and they part unconsciously. His smirk broadens.

"Look at you opening up for me. Showing me how much you want me."

You internally groan. He's so infuriating, hot, and obnoxious, that you can't believe you're falling for any of it. You need to do something. Flattening both hands on his firm chest, you give him a light shove, forcing him to release.

Turning, you head for the exit when Rafe captures your wrist, spins you around, and crashes his lips onto yours.

Everything zeros into this moment. All those nightly fantasies of Rafe kissing you finally come to life as he groans against the taste of you. His hand travels to the nape of your neck and holds it tight, using it to steady himself as he presses closer, pulling you in, needing to feel nothing but skin-on-skin.

And you allow it. You don't know if it's because of the vodka mixers you had, or because Rafe is just an incredible kisser, but the way he sucks the plump bottom of your lips draws out a breathy moan, and your skin buzzes with fervent heat. His free hand descends down to grab yours, before placing it against the hard bulge under his pants.

"Do you feel what you do to me, princess?" He murmurs against your vodka-stained lips. "I fucking need you."

Your eyes connect with his, but meet nothing but the pitch-black of his dilated pupils. "You're drunk," you say breathlessly.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, leaving tingles in its place, before he confesses, "Not enough."

Then, his mouth meets yours again.

Without breaking for air, Rafe steps forward, causing you to step back. It becomes a two-person dance, and it doesn't end until the back of your heels hits the frame of your bed, tumbling you onto the mattress.

Rafe is immediately on you. Your back flattens against the sheets, your heart thundering, as Rafe parts from the heavy kiss to lay wet ones on the side of your throat, teasingly, nibbling the tender skin until he leaves a mark, before moving down to the valley of your breasts.

Half of you wish you weren't wearing such revealing clothes. The other half wished they were already gone.

Your core aches as Rafe's hands fall between your legs, skimming the short skirt, until he feels the patch of your panties. "You're so gorgeous," he confesses, before chuckling at the slickness collecting on his fingertips, "and wet."

He tells you to lift your hips and you oblige. Removing your skirt, he toss it to the floor, and his eyes zoom into the red pair of panties you decided to wear tonight.

"Did you know red's my favorite color?" Rafe asks. You shake your head softly. "Do you know why?"

"Anger issues?"

He grins, his thumb gently stroking the drenched spot in a way that causes your hips to buck off the bed. But he pins you back down. "It's because it's a good color to fuck to."

"Never knew you were the type of guy to set the mood."

"Didn't need to. You did it all for me."

You open your mouth to retort when his thumb massages your clit in such a sensual manner, a moan rips from you. Rafe watches the way your eyes flutter from the ounce of pleasure, how easily stimulated you are by his touch, and he revels in that feeling.

"You want me," he murmurs, full of confirmation this time, but you don't answer. Rafe watches the way your teeth sink to your bottom lip, embarrassment flushing your face as you refuse to accept it. "Say it."

"You want me," you correct, changing the subject as you arch into his hand.

His fingers stop their magical strokes, and you whine. "No, princess, you want me. I want to hear you say it."

Desperation seeps. Your core aching, pleading for stimulation, and he is right there. You have half a mind to push him off and finish the yourself, voyeurism included. But, you don't. As your eyes connect with him, you breathe out with reluctance, "please make me come."

It isn't exactly what he wanted, but he takes it.

His fingers slip under the band of your panties, pulling them off and discarding them. You thought he would do the same methods as the other night, his fingers finding your sweet spot, but he surprises you when he lowers his mouth and finds your swollen nub.

"Shit," you whisper breathily, his mouth suctioning the clit in a manner that causes your back to arch. Your hands go to find his hair, threading your fingers through his roots as you grind on his face. "That feels so good."

"You taste so fucking good," Rafe growls, the vibration of his words causing your stomach to tighten. When he sees how responsive you are to him, he slips two fingers into your pussy, feeling your walls immediately fluttering around his digits.

He fingers you, as he sucks on your clit. The double stimulation causes your head to spin and your heart to hammer out of your chest, your stomach coils with the familiar pang of pleasure.

"Oh my god, Rafe," you moan, gripping his hair tighter. For a moment, you're afraid of hurting him, but it's quickly dismissed when he flattens his tongue against your slit.

"Say my name louder."

"Rafe."

"Would you do anything I say to come?" Rafe asks, taking the opportunity to get something from you. And you're willing.

"Yes," you whimper, tipping your head back against the bed. "Anything."

"Moan louder for me, baby."

You do.

"Play with your tits."

Your hands push up your top till your breasts are exposed, using a hand to grope the flesh, brushing your fingers through your perked nipples. Groaning from pleasure, it arouses Rafe further, his fingers penetrating deeper and faster into your cunt, while his mouth returns to your clit.

"Oh, god," you moan, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as your pleasure crescendos through your body. Your legs attempt to squeeze close from the sensitivity, to push Rafe out, but with one strong arm, he widens them instead. "Please don't stop."

Rafe doesn't respond but you can feel him grinning into your pussy, flattening his tongue across your slit as your core pulses around his digits. Nothing at this moment could be more perfect, the slow-burning building to your orgasm, the pleasure rippling through your veins.

Nothing can ruin it.

Until you hear your brother calling out your name.

"Shit," you swear, your heart rate spiking through the roof, and a hand slips between your thighs to push Rafe away. But he doesn't move. "Rafe—fuck," a clever roll of his tongue against your heat causes your mind to short-circuit, and you limp back onto the bed as Dean's voice grows louder.

Like he's outside your door.

"Rafe, please," you beg.

"Please what?" Rafe taunts, lifting his head from between your thighs, the lower half of his face dripping with your arousal, while his eyes gleamed that same mischief he had the other night. "Make you come? Or stop?"

You don't know what you want either, and it doesn't help that Rafe continues to stroke your cunt, his thumb rubbing your clit to make up for the absence of his hot mouth. Your legs twitch from the act, again, attempting to close around him, but he pushes them further apart.

Your door rattles. And Dean calls out your name again.

"Are you in there?" He asks, "are you okay?"

No, you want to rasp, but nothing comes out. Rafe grins devilishly, before lowering himself back onto your clit and sucks harder—quickening the arrival to your blinding climax.

"Rafe," you whisper roughly, your mind caught between two forces. The door continues to rattle as Dean tries to force the lock open, a protective trait of him needing to make sure you're okay, while Rafe has you in the most compromising position.

With the worst person.

"Go out with me."

"What?"

You think you heard him wrong, that Rafe definitely isn't asking you out while he's between your legs. But you didn't. Rafe lifts his head and repeats the question once more. "Go out with me."

"I—"

"Come on," Rafe soothes, his fingers fastening their strokes, your walls clenching around him. "Go out with me. Or else, your big brother's gonna come in and see you mid-orgasm."

"W–What do you mean?"

"I know you don't want me to stop," Rafe taunts with a smirk, "And I know your brother probably got some way of getting that door to open. So, you got two choices: either accept my date and come, or your big brother is gonna see me between your legs."

"I—" Your breath shudders as Rafe's signet cool ring presses against your heat. "You're despicable."

"Yet I'm here," Rafe lowers himself back on your clit, sucking languidly as if you don't have a threatening force outside your door, seconds from being let in. Your heart piercing out of your chest. "Come on, princess, go out with me."

Your mind is caught in a tailspin. Half of you want to tell him to fuck off, that you can't believe Rafe is using your moment of weakness to coerce you into a date, but the other part is wrapped in the absolute pleasure of your onslaught orgasm. The white-searing hot power that's coursing down your spine.

"Fuck," you say breathily, eyes fluttering shut from the way Rafe suctions on your clit. "Fuck, fuck, okay, okay. I–I'll go out with you."

You don't see it, but Rafe is grinning between your thighs. He goes faster, harder, pushing you over the edge as you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the loud moans leaving your lips.

And just in that moment, the locks disengages.

With whatever mental capacity you have left, you quickly shove Rafe onto the floor and throw your blanket over your body. Dean barges into the room, blinking out his drunken haze, while his eyes scans the space for any disruptions.

"Did you hear me?" He asks with a subtle slur, scanning your face to see you comfortable in bed. He doesn’t know what got you here. "I've been calling out to you."

Your heart is hammering, and you pray that Dean doesn't approach the bedframe or look on the floor to find any semblance of his enemy hiding out. Rafe, thankfully, doesn't make a sound—though, you’d imagine he's hiding behind a cocky smile at the situation he's in.

"I—" you don't know how to answer him, "I was listening to music. Sorry."

"Oh," Dean says, taking the excuse as acceptable. He glances back at the door. "Why was your door locked?"

"It—it's a party," you explain, surprised at how easy the lie is flying off your tongue. "I didn't want drunk people to stumble up here and have sex on my bed."

"Right, right, smart," Dean nods, and he turns back around. "Alright. I'm going back down. Sleep tight."

You hum back in response as Dean stumbles out of your room, and you finally feel like you can expel a breath. The moment the lock clicks, Rafe lets out a rich laugh, straightening himself into a sitting position as he turns his head and connects his gaze with yours.

"Nice lie."

"Fuck off."

"Can't, you promised me a date," Rafe grins cheekily, pulling himself to his feet while he holds out something in his hand. "I think this belongs to you."

Your panties.

You snatch it from him, heat flushing your face as you want to nothing more than to bury yourself into your sheets. Well, you technically already did. Regardless, Rafe takes one final look around the room, at you, before he says, "I'll text you." And before he leaves, he gives you a sharp look and a reminder, "And actually respond."

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[lost-romantique]

It really isn't hard to see why people ship Stolitz...

One thing I notice a lot of Anti-Stolitz shippers do is demonize one person over the other on what happened in Full Moon. Either Blitz is the most abusive asshole that was about to physically beat the shit out of Stolas, or Stolas is some rapist that got upset his victim didn't accept his grand love confession. Both of which are extremely bad takes.

If you blindly pick a side on who was right and who was wrong, than yeah it's no wonder you can't get aboard this ship and that's your own prerogative.

When people ask me why I ship Stolitz, I'll tell you why:

Because underneath all their resentment and anger they hold for one another, they both genuinely care so deeply about the other. Their interaction in the latter half of Apology Tour says as much:

Stolas, despite, having the right to completely blow off Blitz when he approached him. Chooses to instead hide Blitz's face as a way to protect him from being seen, just so they can have a chance to talk.

Despite how horribly Blitz treated him earlier in the day, Stolas still finds comfort just being held by him. Stolas still trusts Blitz, his little knight in shining armor to protect him.

Blitz is so gentle with Stolas throughout this interaction, when Stolas gets upset and falls dramatically off his lap, Blitz freaks out. The first thing Blitz does is curse at himself for fucking up, only to immediately get Stolas up on his feet and guide him to the couch.

Blitz does the right thing and allows Stolas to dance with BTB when he looks to him for permission because: Blitz understands that he wasn't in the right mindset to reciprocate the sort of affection Stolas was seeking at that moment, and because Blitz knew that Stolas deserved to have a night of fun.

BONUS:

This scene is so poignant and so powerful in my mind, that I honestly consider it one of the most beautifully heartbreaking moments of the show.

Blitz is forced to realize that by pushing people away, by building up all these walls that surround him, he essentially created this much carnage he never meant to.

To top it all off, this episode ends with Blitz letting Stolas go, even though he desperately doesn't want to.

(Someone give Blitz a hug please, my poor precious bean.)

I love the fact that these two men are genuinely what the other needs in their life.

A big reason as to why Stolas is in love with Blitz is because Blitz was the first person that introduced him to the concept of freedom. While Stolas just seemingly accepted his fate of dedicating his entire life to being a proper Prince of the Goetia.

Blitz wasn't like that, from the very beginning, Blitz was someone that dreamed of something bigger for himself, something better, something that usually an imp like himself could never hope to achieve. Blitz is a dreamer, and Stolas admired that.

As adults, Blitz taught Stolas that he had a right to pursue his own sense of freedom, that he didn't need to live a life trapped in the woes of being a Goetia in an abusive marriage.

Blitz, unknowingly, taught Stolas that he didn't need to be an owl trapped in a cage! Blitz taught Stolas that he had a right to pursue his own dreams, his own happiness.

If it wasn't for Blitz, Stolas would still be living that miserable life of conformity.

Even now, there's so much Stolas could learn from Blitz, and Stolas recognizes that: "Maybe there's somethin' here for us to glean. For you to teach, and me to try to learn."

What Stolas can do for Blitz, is be that pillar of support Blitz desperately needs in his life. Someone that will always be by his side when his self-hatred starts to take control.

Blitz needs someone in his life that can be there to remind him that he too has a right to be happy, that he too has a right to be loved.

And there is no person better for that job than Stolas, who *still* holds so much love for this little red lizard.

Stolas can be there to teach Blitz to be better for others, and be kinder to himself.

Also, low-key...

These two are so fucking hot together, like goddamn.

[sematarygirls]

               MORPHINE ANIMALS.

♯┆"this may just be a vacation for you, cameron, but it's my life," ⏤ in which, rafe cameron joins a pogue band in an attempt to rebel against his father and show him that he does have ambitions, even if they're unconventional, but everything goes awry when he finds himself having to choose between his cushy, luxurious lifestyle and the gritty, raw world of rock n' roll, challenging everything he's ever thought he wanted.

       NAV ! Part Zero. Part One. Part Two.

⠀     ⠀⠀♯┆Track One  ⏤ Rum and Cocaine.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎“ we were born with a taste for trouble, chasing highs that never last, rum in our veins and cocaine in our lungs, we’re living fast, but we’re fading fast ,, ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎IN WHICH . . . rafe cameron stumbles into the rusty nail with a pair of drum sticks in his back pocket and a determination to prove himself.   ̼ ₊

THE FIRST TIME Rafe walked into The Rusty Nail he knew he didn't belong there. Loud music echoed off the walls, mingling with the sounds of pool balls clacking together and continuous chatter. The bar was dimly lit with a thin layer of smoke, fluorescent colored lights overhead casting a luminous glow over the room and adding to the grungy atmosphere. The establishment was mostly filled with burly, tattooed men who eyed him as he walked by, causing goosebumps to arise on Rafe's tanned skin.

The sticky linoleum floors clung to his designer shoes with each step he took, and the heady scent of stale beer, sweat, and cigarette smoke overwhelmed his senses, making him involuntarily cringe. His eyes darted around the room, landing on each patron briefly before moving on to the next—an overweight man with no hair and a large, bushy mustache at the bar, a tall, thin man behind the counter wiping out glasses with a rag, a redhead with a beard and a blonde with a scar playing pool.

None of these people were who he was looking for, yet all of them were showing a keen interest in him.

He kept his head high and stayed alert, not wanting to show weakness. He kept moving forward, stuffing his hands in his pockets to make sure his wallet stayed safe and sound. He didn't trust Pogues, especially not ones that looked like this.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me," your voice cut through the noise in the bar, sharp and clear. His gaze immediately snapped in your direction, finding you glaring with a scowl etched onto your features. "Rafe fucking Cameron?"

Rafe's eyes narrowed as he saw you leaning against a graffiti-covered wall toward the farther end of the bar. Your arms were crossed as you regarded him with a look between pure hatred and amusement. How utterly stupid for a rich boy to walk into the lion's den.

He rolled his shoulders back, trying to keep up his confident facade—though he was feeling anything but surrounded by drunk thugs—while he sauntered over to you. "In the flesh," he remarked, yelling slightly to be heard over the music as his lips curled up into a smirk.

Your eyes rolled back effortlessly, as if on instinct. You pushed off the wall, stepping forward toward him. "What the hell are you doing here, Cameron?" You asked harshly, your brows pinched together. Rafe Cameron wouldn't be caught dead on this side of the island, let alone at a Pogue dive like The Rusty Nail.

Rafe’s smirk faltered slightly under your cold stare, but he recovered quickly. He wasn’t about to back down now, not when he had come this far. "Just thought I’d check it out," he shrugged, his tone nonchalant as he looked around casually. "I heard you guys were looking for a drummer."

You scoffed in disbelief, looking at him like he'd grown two heads. "What do you know about drumming?"

Rafe's eyes narrowed. He hated being underestimated. People always expected less from him, and he hated it. It was the whole reason he was going this stupid thing in the first place. "More than you'd think," he shot back, trying to keep his anger in check.

"Yeah, right," you laughed. His jaw tightened at your dismissal, and for a moment, he contemplated walking out and letting his old, cushy life swallow him whole. It would be easier than this, easier than being belittled right to his face, but he couldn't. He had to prove to his dad, to himself, that he could succeed and see something through to completion without giving up when things got hard. He had chosen this path specifically because music reminded him of his mother. She helped him learn how to play the drums.

"I've been playing since I was a kid," he defended, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side to calm him before crossing his arms over his chest. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, so the action made his muscles strain against the fabric.

You eyed him skeptically before turning to call out to someone over your shoulder. "Jay!" Almost immediately, the dirty blonde emerged from an ajar door that led to another room. His shirt was discarded, his chest covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was tousled, some strands sticking to his forehead.

"Yea—" He paused when his eyes landed on Rafe, his eyebrows furrowing as his blue eyes hardened. "What the hell is he doing here?" He asked you, his gaze not leaving the rich brunette.

"Says he wants to be our new drummer," you snickered, glancing over at JJ. JJ's eyes widened as he looked over at you in disbelief, an objection already forming on his tongue, but then, you two shared a look of understanding, both already convinced that Rafe's performance would be a train wreck and eager to watch it happen.

"Okay," JJ said slowly, turning to Rafe. He grinned, motioning to the old drum set on a slightly elevated platform. The Rusty Nail didn't get much live music, so the owners let Morphine Animals play there for free, so the stage area didn't go to waste. "Show us what you've got."

Rafe let out a small sigh of relief, his legs carrying him toward the stage before his mind could talk him out of it. His hands instinctively reached for the drumsticks in his back pocket. He could feel the eyes of everyone on him, their faces contorted in sneers and grins as they watched, expecting him to fail. He’d spent his whole life trying to be the best, but this felt different. This wasn’t about showing off. This was about him.

He stepped onto the platform, the old wooden stage creaking under his weight and making him tense up as the brief thought of the shitty structure collapsing flashed through his mind. He approached the battered drum set, its cymbals dull and scratched, the bass pedal stiff from years of use. It was a far cry from the pristine, high-end kit he had back home, but when he ran his fingers over the snare, adjusting its position, he felt something familiar settle in his chest.

He sat down on the stool, the cushion worn to the point that he could feel the hardwood underneath. For a moment, everything else faded, and all that remained was him, sitting on that stool with a pair of drumsticks in his hand. His mother's voice echoed in his mind, taking him back to when he was a kid, his feet barely touching the ground as he sat in front of the new drumset he got for Christmas.

"You’ve got it in you, baby," she had told him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead as he looked up at her with big blue eyes filled with love and childlike wonder that had fizzled out after her death. "Rhythm like that? That’s a gift. Keep playing, okay? Doesn’t matter what your daddy says—music’s a language all on its own. You just have to learn how to speak it."

Rafe twirled the drumsticks between his fingers, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Looking out at the bar, he could see JJ watching him with a smug smirk. You had never seen him so nervous, and something about it made you feel good.

He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting the world fade to silence around him. "The world’s full of noise, Rafael, but you’ve got to learn how to drown it out. Focus on the sound that comes from within you. Don't let anyone else tell you that you can't do something."

Taking another steadying breath, Rafe's grip on the drumsticks tightened, letting the familiar feel of the smooth wood around him. He played slowly at first. Letting the beat build with his confidence, ignoring the crowd and focusing on the sound his sticks made against the drums, the music flowing through him like a second heartbeat. The world seemed to slow as his arms moved fluidly as if the drumkit were an extension of himself.

Your smug grin faltered as you watched him play, something so raw and natural about his demeanor. The music was good, great even, but his playing was real, and that was the most important thing to you.

You stood there with your arms crossed, a frown tugging at your lips. This was the same Rafe Cameron that waltzed in here, surrounded by an air of entitlement. The same Rafe Cameron that pranced around Kildare like he owned it, hiding behind his daddy's name and money whenever he did anything wrong. The very same Rafe Cameron who despised Pogues and took every opportunity to belittle them, even though they've done more work in one day than he's done in his whole life.

You would rather shoot up with a dirty needle than allow Rafe Cameron, of all people, to get anywhere near your pride and joy, Morphine Animals, yet as he played, something tugged at you. You looked over at JJ, who looked just as shocked and begrudging as you, his brows pinched and a scowl on his face.

The two of you had been looking for a drummer for the better part of three months with no luck. Everyone who auditioned was either well into their 50s or an amateur, neither of which was worthy. Your last drummer went off to some fancy college on a full academic scholarship. You were happy for her, of course, Stevie had been one of your best friends, but damn if you weren't a little jealous that she made it out and left the band behind.

You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. His skill was undeniable, a natural-born talent in his bones that was impossible to refute, but this was more than just being a good drummer when it came to him. It was the fact that he had everything handed to him. Meanwhile, people like you worked yourselves to the bone for anything more than the dirt underneath your feet.

He didn't have what it took. He would run at the first sign of trouble, the first time his Kook friends caused a stir at the fact that Rafe Cameron was associating with Pogues, and that's what worried you. You couldn't afford to lose another drummer, but you also couldn't afford to have one, especially not so close to the Underground.

Rafe's white t-shirt had dark splotches of sweat, his muscles glistening as he finished playing. His hair, which was once perfectly styled, was now sticking out in all directions. He almost looked like he belonged—almost.

“Well?” Rafe asked, his voice a little rough from the adrenaline as he flashed a lazy smirk, his confidence clearly revived.

“Not bad,” you said, voice flat, your arms still crossed tightly over your chest. "But we’re not a hobby for you to dabble in when it’s convenient, Cameron. This is real." JJ nodded, his jaw clenching like he wanted to curse Rafe out for even thinking they would let him join.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his lips. "I’m not some rich kid with nothing better to do," he said, a slight edge in his tone. "I’ve been serious about this. You think I’m just here for kicks?"

JJ scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Oh, here we go,” he muttered. “You seriously think just ‘cause you show up and act all nice, we’re gonna take you in? You’ve done nothing but piss people off around here."

Rafe's gaze hardened, the calmness from before slipping away into a familiar, cold edge. "Are you fucking kidding me? I wasn't just good, I was great, and you know it, Maybank."

JJ’s eyes flickered with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. "Great? You think you’re great?" His voice was thick with sarcasm as he stepped closer to the drum set, his sneakers squeaking on the worn floor. "Newsflash, Cameron, I'm not your daddy. I'm not gonna tell you you're doing a great job when you're nothing but average."

You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. Rafe Cameron was great, but JJ would never admit it; both of them were too caught up in their pissing contest to put their pride aside.

You grabbed JJ's arm, tugging him back. "As much as I hate it, he is our best option," you told him lowly, begrudgingly as you shot a glance at Rafe, who was glaring at the pair of you with his arms crossed defiantly.

JJ huffed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he shot one last, heated glare at Rafe. "Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean I gotta like it," he muttered under his breath, but you could see the wheels turning in his head. The tension between the two was thick, but there was an undeniable truth hanging in the air. Rafe Cameron had the skill, even if his presence still grated on every nerve you had.

You bit the inside of your cheek, letting out a long sigh before turning back to Rafe. "You really think you got what it takes?" You asked, quirking a skeptical brow.

"I know I do," he responded arrogantly, grinning in triumph. Your eye twitched, your brain suddenly rethinking this decision entirely. You knew you were going to regret this, but The Underground was swiftly approaching, and you needed to start practicing now if you wanted to be ready to perform.

You swallowed your pride and frustration, giving him a pointed look. "Alright, Cameron. You’re in for the trial. But if you screw this up—"

"I won't," he interrupted, that smug grin still plastered on his face. "Just watch."

You exchanged a glance with JJ, who was still visibly irritated but was already processing the decision. He shot a look at Rafe, sizing him up, and then rolled his eyes, clearly dismayed at your decision, but you were the leader. "Fine. But if you make us regret this, I’m personally going to kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try," Rafe scoffed, puffing his chest out.

"Oh, yeah? You wanna go right now?" JJ advanced forward before you grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him back.

"I'll kick both of your asses if you don't knock it off," you rolled your eyes, clearly not thrilled with the idea of having to deal with this during every practice. You looked back at Rafe, swallowing hard. "Listen, we don't have time to waste on your bullshit, so if you're in, there's no bailing on us. You're in it for the long haul."

"Understood," he nodded, his expression turning oddly serious at the mention of not quitting.

You didn’t trust Rafe Cameron, not one bit. But you had to admit, he was good. Too good. And that was going to make this a hell of a lot more complicated than you’d ever imagined.

notes .ᐟ first chapter! not edited bc i'm lazy...

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[littlewhompus]

Red Rider ||Part 2||

Warnings/disclaimers: mentions of Death, Violence. Language.

Summary: Set after FATWS before Captain America brave new world; Ever since you were a child, Hydra has had you wrapped up in their cold heartless tentacles. Shaping you into a cold merciless assassin, You were their best executioner but they wanted for something even more indestructible, A precise replica of their beloved Winter soldier after he escaped their clutches. Though as Hydra fell, You were free…choosing a path of destruction…

[this summary sucks so here’s a simple one: Hydras gone. You’re a bounty hunter with a hatred for Bucky after he left you in Hydra as he escaped. and he’s determined to right his wrongs.

Part 1…

You woke with a gasp, The bed beneath you softer than any you've ever had. Which is a shame, considering it was found by a dumb.

Rubbing a hand down your face you sighed deeply, the apartment run down and had a mold problem but your land lord ignored it. The wall paper chipping away with age, the tv in the living room playing the news fills the silence. But it makes your mind click two together as to why he plagued your dreams this night...

"Congressman Barnes speaks on the behalf of—"

You huff and stand, walking into the living room and turning the tv off. Barnes...a liar, a downright piece of shit if anyone asks you. He left you like you were nothing, never even attempted to get you out of hydras hard cold tentacles.

Instead you broke out yourself, during their downfall. You seen news lines speaking of the powerful avengers, Earths mightiest heroes...

You hated them.

You hated that you would lay in hydras base and hope they would save you, Waiting for Bucky to have told them you were still there.

But they didn't.

And you hated them for it, something beyond their control. They managed to destroy all hydra facilities except the very small one you were tucked away in. So you took it upon yourself after building up the courage and killing them and blowing the building up.

And now here you are, New York. A bounty hunter on a mission to take out some corrupt businessman in the morning.

So close to your old friend yet so far at the same time...it made your mood more bitter as you read over your file your employer gave you...

The following morning you put your suit on, rolling your shoulder as you lurk on the roof top of your targets building. Pistols strapped on either side of your thighs as you pull the red hood of your suit down, mask covering your mouth before securing a rope to the building and holding on to it, propelling yourself off the roof and through a glass window leading into the man's office.

Landing on the floor you look up coldly and see the target but he's protected by a few men. So you instantly lurch forward and beat the men up, it was easy to take them out but some flying drone whizzes by your head and you look up quickly and furrow your brows, soon feeling a man grab you from behind and you both topple out the window, but you don't panic, instead you turn in his arms and narrow your eyes.

The falcon.

"I got em! Get Winston somewhere safe!" Sam spoke into an earpiece while flying further into the sky.

You wrap your legs around his waist, twisting so you're now on his back wrap your arm around his neck and squeeze.

"Hey! Cut that out or we'll both be dead!" He wheezes as you cut off his airway and grabs at your arms, unaware of your super soldier strength.

"I don't care" You seethe in his ear and his little drone shoots you in the shoulder making you hiss in pain and he throws you off him. Breathing in deeply as he dives down to capture you again.

"What the hell was that?!" You yell at him as you were numb now.

Sam holds you and huffs, throwing you down on a building top as you skid some. "A damn tranquilizer! You nearly choke me out!" Sam yells angrily and his wings retract into the metal pack on his back.

"Who the hell are you anyway?" He asks and you laid on your back, mask still on as you already felt the effects wearing off. If you weren't a super soldier, it would last hours but you were stronger then he believes and use it to your advantage.

"No one...." Is all you say before grabbing his ankle and pulling him down hard, hearing his pack crack as something in it breaks. Then you land a swift punch to his face making him knock out quickly before you take off running.

You needed to complete this mission...you had to...

Bucky held the business man's arm as he drags the trembling man down the buildings corridor, determined to get him to safety. Knowing there was a target on his back, He made the wrong deals with the wrong people.

But this man was useful to Sam's military friend or whatever it was Sam said, Bucky was just being a good friend and helping out so didn't ask for details.

"Oh God, Oh God! They're gonna kill me!" The man cries out and Bucky sighs deeply.

Even if he didn't want to be here.

"I'm not gonna let anyone kill you, Alright?" He says and the man opens his mouth to speak but he's cut off by an explosion down the hall and then you round the corner.

Just what Bucky needed, Another headache.

"I'm not makin any promises though" Bucky adds murmured and pushes the man behind him. "You must be the bounty hunter...your smaller then i thought you'd be—

You shoot at him, seeing his metal arm jerk up and block the bullets as he protects the man behind him whimpering like a frightened child...

You didn't expect to see him here, it definitely will add on to the price you previously asked for when taking this job.

So you toss the empty gun at him and he slaps it away and pushed the man into an empty room and turns to face you again, face set in determination as you both stand off...

"You're pretty strong..." Bucky says, with how hard you threw that gun, it was almost shocking.

"You have no idea..." You seethe and slowly walk closer, Looking him over with a deep rooted hatred...betrayal bitterly twisting around your soul.

Bucky narrows his eyes, as if observing you, your voice familiar...

You use that moment of weakness to throw a right hook, which he grabs with his metal hand and twists your wrist with a sickening crack, making you yell in pain and use your left hand to try and punch him again, but he kicks your knee to make you fall.

He was still a better fighter than you.

He was still everything you weren't.

Everything you couldn't be...

It makes your anger boil and you glared up at him and as your eyes meet, Recognition flashes in his eyes.

He remembers you...

Bucky lets you go as if you burned him, His eyes widen as he watches you stand, your wrist limp where he accidentally broke it and you snap it back into place with a sharp gasp.

"I won't leave till I finish my job...." You spat the words out bitterly and Bucky shakes his head, eyes wide as he stares at you as if you're a ghost. A haunting memory from his past...

And you were, you knew you were and that makes you clench your jaw tighter.

With that you dart towards the room just as Bucky jumps into action and yells your name a gunshot followed and you were out the window before he could even comprehend....

Bucky sat on a chair, staring at the wall blankly. The med wing silent albeit the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. He was in shock still, Not believing she was still alive...

Yet he heard her voice, seen her eyes...

It was her, and she was still alive after all these years. He had believed Hydra killed her, he read over her file in an abandoned base that said she was deceased, that she didn't live up to Hydra's expectations and they executed her.

"I haven't seen you this lost in thought since Steve left..." Sam spoke up from the cot bed beside Bucky, making the man sigh and rub a hand down his face.

"You're awake..." He says lowly and pulls his chair closer to the bed, giving Sam a glass of water who takes it.

"I know you ain't all down and blue over me being held up in this hospital" Sam jokes and sips the water, groaning at the pain in his nose from the punch he received...

Bucky lets out a soft amused huff and shakes his head, "no...I failed the mission..." He says and hands Sam his phone, showing him the news headline of the business man's death.

Sam takes the phone and sighs, "Damn..." He muttered and shakes his head, "this ain't good" He says and hands the phone back as Bucky takes it and looks at the wall again.

Sam could see Bucky is distressed over something and shakes his head softly. "It ain't your fault..." He mutters and pats buckys shoulder and the man shakes his head.

"I know her....She was Hydra..." He whispers and furrows his brows as he looks down at his flesh hand and metal one. "I trained her, they wanted to have a replica of the winter soldier" Bucky explained and rubs his face.

"She was the only person there that treated me human...like...a friend..." Bucky further explains and shakes his head, disappointed in himself. "We looked out for each other...She helped me escape..." He looks down at his hands again and sighs deeply.

Sam looks at Bucky with a sympathetic frown, gently rubbing his shoulder, "hey..." Sam says softly and Bucky stands and shakes his head.

"I told her I was gonna go back and save her but when I did Hydra had already killed her for not being better than the winter soldier..." He rubs his stumbled jaw and glares at the window.

"Yet she's alive..." Sam adds and puts his water down, looking at Bucky with a sigh. "Is she...still brainwashed or something?" He knew Bucky had been brainwashed into being a ruthless cold blooded weapon used by Hydra.

Bucky shakes his head at that, "shouldn't be with how long Hydras been gone..." He sighs and looks down in shame. "She's obviously not happy with me though..." With that, Bucky leaves the room.

The bruised flesh of your wrist was swollen, the ice helped some as you watched the news. Seeing them speak with mournful words for the man you executed, using your good hand, you turn the tv off and lean your head back on the sofa.

You never thought you'd come face to face with Bucky again, There was a time you hoped for it, but now? Now you wished he'd fall off the face of the earth...

Standing up, you walk into the kitchen of your apartment and put your wrist brace on. Starting to prepare a meal before your phone rings, quirking a brow you walk over to it and answer the phone.

"What?..." You say with annoyance and hear the familiar voice of your employer.

"Listen, It's Valentina. I have another job for you" You roll your eyes at her annoying voice and sighed deeply while popping some microwave dinner inside your microwave.

"How much?" You ask and she laughs on the other side of the phone.

"Cutting to the chase! No common courtesy or anything?" She asks and you remain silent and she sighs deeply. "I need you to get James Barnes out of my business, He's sniffing around like a damn hound in things he shouldn't be in" She says and you tense at that.

You couldn't take him on in a fight, He'd always win every time.

You take your food from the microwave and closed your eyes. "The winter soldier?..." You ask for clarification and she laughs.

"No the mad titan, Of course the winter soldier!" She says sharply and you narrow your eyes after she spoke. "I have a good thing going for me right now and to have him trying to snoop around is a pain in my neck..." She sighs out while you roll your eyes.

"Womp womp..." You say back sarcastically and take a bite of food, "how much am I being paid?" You press about the price and she scoffs.

"With that attitude, not nearly enough" She snaps and you chuckle at that, poking around your food.

"Have fun finding someone stupid enough to take the job" You say and she cusses loudly.

"Goddamn it fine! I'll pay you more than I've paid you in the past! Just get him off my fucking back" She seethes and hangs up. You hum and tossed your phone on the counter.

Already hating yourself for taking this job...

[aliciavance4228]

I hate hate HATE the way the entire Polydectes situation was treated in this retelling.

In Shadow of Perseus Polydectes not only that has a tragic background story (being a man who worked hard and won people's trust in order to become king and then tragically lost his wife and daughter) in order to appear more sympathetic, but it gets to a point where Danaë herself wants to marry him and we're supposed to appreciate him even more for willingly wanting to marry a woman above 35 with a child. 🙄

The sanitization of his character is just another way the author proves not only that her irrational hatred towards Perseus made her portray the actual big bad guy and final boss in a good light, but also that she doesn't understand how does abuse work. Polydectes wanted to marry Danaë against her own will and then, after she rejected him, he planned to send Perseus on a safe suicide mission in order to marry her, in some source he goes far enough to rape or enslave her. Just because she's not your conventional victim because she wasn’t young neither childless that doesn’t mean that her trauma is less important. Not to mention the fact that people tend to hyperfixate on physical appearence and claim that Danaë couldn't have been desired because she was no longer beautiful enough, when in most cases the most common reason behind SA is NOT sexual attraction but domination or control, and in this case particularly we have a man in power being uncapable of accepting that a single mother and vulnerable woman such as Danaë would refuse the advances of a goddamn king.

Speaking about Danaë, I find it deeply ironic that a so-called Feminist Retelling wasn't able to acknowledge the fact that a woman choosing not to marry even the king of an island despite of currently living in a fisherman's household and probably confronting her with the social stigma of being an unmarried woman Ancient Greece was ahead of those times. Danaë was actually the type of woman who didn't desire a husband even for a higher social status or financial stability, and you're here having her fall in love with that piece of shit because... because?!

Next we have Perseus, who, being the male guardian of his mother, feels entitled to her and doesn't allow her to marry Polydectes because he knows that he will become her protective figure then. It gets to a point of over-possessiveness that gives Perseus some freudian tendencies, even having him claiming that Polydectes wants to keep his mother all for himself. Which not only that is disgusting af, but directly erases the most important aspect of Perseus and Danaë's relationship from the original myths, namely that Perseus cared for his mother's wishes and would've done anything she wanted him to do. In some versions he doesn't even despise Polydectes but perceives him as a father-figure (before he betrayed him), and the only reason why he disapproved this marriage was because his mother didn't want to marry him.

Turning back to Polydectes it is deeply frustrating to see how he convinces Danaë to sent Perseus far away for an year so that he could get rid of him, marry his mother and bang her in the meantime just like in the original myth, yet somehow his actions are still sanitized and Perseus is still the supreme evil guy in this story. He even leaves Danaë pregnant so that his death could be perceived as more disturbing by readers than it should've been because now Perseus left his unborn half-brother fatherless just like him. Again, what was in the writer's mind when she decided that said pregnancy would be a brilliant idea?!

[im-ovulating]

I've been seeing in influx of people saying this shit again, so… rant time!

Jacob wasn't attracted to the egg inside of Bella and, subsequently shouldn't have also been attracted to Edward's glittery swimmers.

Reasoning?

How about because Smeyer herself has denied that claim, first and foremost.

But let's say she didn't:

The imprinting happens between the shifter and a person… An egg isn't a person. A sperm isn't a person. A zygote isn't a person. An embryo isn't a person. And, finally, a fetus isn't a person. Only the fully developed baby is a person. Therefore, nothing happening in Bella's womb or ovaries (and certainly not in Edward's ballsack) has anything to with Jacob liking Bella.

Jacob was in love with Bella way before he even shifted, too.

Take it up with biology.

Next order of buisness:

JACOB NEVER WANTED TO BE TIED TO THE DEMON CHILD!!

His direct line of thinking was, "I'm gonna kill that freaky thing because it killed the woman I love -> oh shit, my entire being is being stripped away, and my own feelings and thoughts are being rewritten against my own wishes -> God damn it, now i can't even force myself to hold onto my hatred for this thing because I just became its emotional (and physical) slave." He lost his free will in that moment, unable to control his own thoughts and feelings. Here's an excerpt:

"The murderer stared past Rosalie's shoulder at me, its gaze more focused than any newborn creature's gaze should be.

Warm brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate the exact same color that Bella's had been.

My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of heat-not a burning.

It was a glowing.

Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second -snip, snip, snip- and floated up into space." -Breaking Dawn, Chapter 18, page 306-307.

'Everything that made me who I was disconnected from me in that second and floated up into space.'

That is not something Jacob ever wanted. In fact, throughout the series, he doesn't hide that he hates the idea of imprinting... he lost his free will when he was forced to join the pack when he shifted (bc out of all the places in the world, the Cullens had to set up shop right where they knew their presence would cause a problem), so what makes you guys think that him hating his autonomy being compromised would suddenly go away when he was made to imprint on the thing that killed his childhood friend and love?

Even the official guide talks about how imprinting is completely out of the wolves' control.

"If the werewolf does imprint, he is forever changed. From the second he sees the object of his imprinting, he will do anything to please and protect her. All other commitments in his life become secondary, even his commitment to the pack." -The Twilight Saga The Official Illustrated Guide, page 310.

Also from the guide: "Once a werewolf transforms, his aging speeds up until he reaches the age of maturity, roughly twenty-five. At this point, as long as he continues to phase, he remains at that age. It's possible that a werewolf could choose to live this way forever and enjoy the same limited immortality as a vampire, but most Quileute werewolves give up phasing in order to grow old and die alongside their family and friends. Once a werewolf gives up phasing altogether, he slowly begins to age again until his aging reaches the normal human speed." -page 308

The wolves never age so long as they keep shifting... Renanameme is already clingy and possessive of Jacob. She's never going to let him stop phasing because she's going to want him around forever. So now, not only is he stuck with the creature that killed (yes, 'killed,' because vampires are dead) his love, but he is stuck living amongst the very creatures he was created to fight and kill. Forced to inhale their sickly sweet "almost rotten" scent for eternity as his baser instincts scream at him to eliminate them the way he was born to.

One last thing: Jacob never asked Edward if he should call him "Dad". That was a change they made for the movie. Originally, there was never a line even *close* to that in the books...

Okay... I could keep going, but I'm not sure anyone even read this far, so: rant over...

I'm just so sick of the Jacob slander coming from people who have either never fucking read the books or read them so long ago that they don't remember the integral parts of the thoughts and feelings of these characters.

Jacob is the victim here, not the perpetrator.

[shadowuserannie]

KPOP Demon Hunters; Parallels!! (between Celine, Jinu, and Rumi)

SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE

I loved how the movie did not give Celine a redemption arc. And in subtle ways she's a parallel to Jinu and the 'lesson' to stop hiding, accept yourself and who you are.

Celine, from the moment she was introduced, had me WORRIED. Maybe it's just something with the media I'm consuming but I was PANICKED that in that final moment with Rumi she'd comfort her. (this sounds bad let me finish) Because firstly, she was RED FLAGS from the beginning. that final moment with her could have been a fucking rushed one hell of a redemption arc that would split fans between defending/absolving her and laying into her. and often when those moments come, the mentor acts out of character to comfort the hero. it was so freeing to see the writers be perfectly fine with having her be shit in her own way. They executed 'good intentions terrible actions' WITH HER EXCELLENTLY.

so many times, the "mentor comforts hero before final battle" has. been. DONE. And I especially didn't want to see it with someone who was set up to be shit from the beginning.

SO RUMI FINDING HER OWN STRENGTH AND COURAGE TO FACE GWI-MA? HELL YEAH

Yet at the same time she's fascinating, because what Celine is one of the people Rumi could have been. What the Huntr/x could have become. The utter hate for demons, consuming to the point that they can't face that someone you love is something you hate. Celine has gray streaks. She, like the Huntr/x, has been indoctrinated into protecting the Honmoon with her voice and body for decades, training under her predecessors and training her successors. She is generational hate who cannot see anything past transferring it. She cannot accept anything but perfection because that is what she was taught and what she has taught.

She wanted to care so badly and failed because she learned to hate.

and fuck do I love that.

So she tries to hide, and hide, and hide.

And she parallels Jinu.

Jinu who wants his memories erased so he, too, can hide from his shame. From his mistakes, from his choices. Where Celine doubles down on hiding Jinu accepts himself and who he is, what he did, what he'll sacrifice to truly find peace with himself. They've all been fighting for peace and do so by hiding, pretending, trying to act like there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Celine did not get a redemption arc and I don't think that's Jinu's arc either--or rather it's not just about redeeming but also atoning. Because he did make mistakes, and his sacrifice is choosing to accept and do what he thinks would repay them. And yet ultimately, if Jinu died, he would have still ran.

(I say if because who knows if he'll be brought back for a cash grab)

Because dying is the 'easy' way out. Dying means you don't get to see, you don't have to see, the consequences of what your actions could be. Jinu has no idea if his sacrifice was the turning point for victory or defeat. On one hand, it was honorable and he accepted death as his way of atoning. On the other hand, he decided it was the only possibility--and maybe it was! Maybe he didn't have any other way! But he does not have to face his choices, he gets peace, because he chose the right moment to do what's right.

Which comes full circle to Rumi, who lives, and decides, not to hide.

She, unlike Celine, learns and decides not to double down on trying to pretend everything's okay. She, unlike Jinu, takes her pain and does not try to forget it for her own peace of mind, but instead comes to terms with it and by doing so does so for him. She accepts herself, all of herself, and does not run. She lives as who she truly is.

Mira and Zoey also further parallel their choices. They have been in the same environment as Celine (albeit Celine has been in it longer) building hatred of demons. But they learn to accept Rumi, all of her, and face her. They prove to Rumi that it's possible to let go of your hate for love where both coexisted with Celine until they couldn't.

And the final scene, where they interact organically with their fans as themselves, they don't run.

[dalekofchaos]

As a rational human being I've been annoyed and disgusted with her for years. As an Asexual *sighs* guess we're fair game to this bitter soulless hag.

When I found out what Asexuality is. I found whole and understood. I was uncomfortable about sex and intimacy and I finally felt like "there's nothing wrong with me after all". To be clear I consider myself Bi Aroace, but I am indifferent to sex and only want a partner in life and attracted to all genders. It especially felt good understanding what being Ace was about after escaping a really problematic kik/sexting relationship with a dom who had no concept of consent. But now I am in a loving long distance relationship with my wonderful Trans boyfriend. Sometimes I feel like a bad representation of the Ace and Aro community, but every now and then I see affirmation posts on tumblr that show that I am doing fine and I found a place where I truly belong.

She didn't think being a Transphobic racist homophobic Nazi was enough. Now she has to add Asexuals to her list of marginalized people she has to harass.

I can think of no sadder existence than sitting in a mouldy castle with all the money in the world and the only thing you choose to do with your time is be horrible to people for no other reason than being an ugly hateful person.

Can you imagine the narcissism involved to continually think you are the arbiter of what identities are valid? This is what happens when you empower bigots. They slowly but surely start confidently expanding their hate and spreading misinformation.

Every member of the LGBTQA+ community just want to live their lives in peace. But to her this is a personal slight to her. How long until she attacks the other letters of the community? One day she'll admit she hates the entire alphabet of the LGBTQIAP community and also people of colour.

When you peel back the layers of a transphobe, you find a homophobe(you can spot that in the books) Then you find a misogynist. Then you find a racist. It's never just one hatred, in the end. SHe'll start showing them now,

The FART(feminism appropriating reactionary transphobe”) complaining about Ace folk on International Day of Asexuality Day is both a mix of "of course she is" and a "look how miserable I am despite having all this money"

She's a white billionaire living in a literal glass castle throwing stones at people trying to live their lives. She could've gone to be known as the author of Harry Potter and retired in peace, but instead she revealed herself to be a bigoted piece of shit for nearly an entire decade.

She's so petty, so vile and so pathetic that she has to remake Harry Potter because the VERY NOTION that the three kids that stars in her movies denounced her bigoted views and stand with the very marginalized people she degrades.

I don't even know how it's possible, but she has reached new levels of pettiness. I guess money really does not buy happiness. I heard denatonium benzoate was the most bitter substance on earth, but it's actually JK Rowling

The thing about these people is that they have formed a habit, a familiarity with the hit of pleasure to be had from degrading an entire category of humans. Instead of getting hooked on something artistic or the uplifting of others, this is what they've taught themselves to be satisfied by. It's sad and pathetic.

She could've actually resembled the values of what her books preached and she could've taught herself to love anything and instead she chose bigotry.

I swear to god, the sooner she croaks and her grave becomes the newest gender neutral bathroom, the better.

[anabiosiss]

It pisses me off when people say that «in MCU Steve would have hated John for smashing someone with a shield».

Like, um, no? Not at all.

Cmon, comic book John killed a bunch of people, two of whom were in pain before they died, Steve himself was considered an enemy and fucked with everything he could, while yelling at the whole of America, «I am better, while THIS OLD-MAN...», mocking him harshly. And this by the way was mutual, but Steve was just tired of Walker, he did not expect that he would be so aggressive, ig.

Of course, their relationship was not sugary, they annoyed each other, but still respected each other, and John understood that like Cap himself he was very bad — he had a clear idea that last Captain America wouldn't have done what he did. Not to mention that he kinda didn't want to become Cap, and only went for it because of the Commission, to represent the country, to serve it, that sort of thing.

Guys fought a bunch of times, John wanted to punch him in the face, but things have softened and they really appreciate each other as partners.

And since they made Steve a lot softer in MCU, and John didn't do shit like he did in 616 I don't understand WHY fandom has the idea that Rogers would despise him. I just don't get it. All of this.

If he found out what happened to the shield he'd probably be shocked at first. Probably angry, I don't deny it, but it's unlikely there would have been any hatred or disgust, since he likes to dig for the truth, he would have tried to figure out what drove John to do it and eventually realised — then maybe pity would have kicked in, because if he was having a fucking hard time as the creator of the title (and he had some support, at that), how John must have felt when the only two people who knew Steve refused to help him, trampled him into the mud, he's friend he consulted about the right decisions just died and he was just handed the shield and sent free sailing — «take it, take it, you're on your own, we don't give a fuck, but here's a task for you and you have to do it», yeah.

I think Steve would be a mentor to John. Like Stark in 616, but where John and Tony had a mutual dislike for each other (although Tony saw him for what he was and recognised that he wasn't so bad. He cared for him, even if a little roughly), but since MCU Tony died, this place would have been taken by Steve, and the relationship between him and John would have been warmer, primarily because they are soldiers.

Although John would fuck Steve up by the fact that he doesn't shy away from violence to achieve his goal, as it was in Captain America's United States, when he interrogated some villain and broke a couple of her fingers.

I'm fucked up with the way John is mischaracterised in the fandom. It's fucking horrible, and I'm tired of it — everyone around here just whines about how bad John is, say he's a villain. Well, yeah, "the villain" would of course realize he was wrong and try to become a better person. "The villain" would save a car with a bunch of people. "The villain" would choose saving lives over his own revenge. Who cares, still a villain, right?

The mischaracterization of Steve also pisses me off. It's just fucking nuts.

Do you think he would be proud of Bucky if he knew how he treated John? No. Steve would be shocked if he knew Walker. He would NOT understand. He would have wanted Sam and Bucky to help him, and if John had already done some shit THEN — yes, he would have supported Bucky, because then the blame would be on John.

Learn to fucking think with your brains, I beg you. Because I'm sick of how you've been hating John for the fourth year in a row, writing that in MCU he's a racist, sexist, rapist and other bullshit and at the same time don't even TRY to understand his character. If you're not watching the show for the plot then there's nothing to talk about with you. End of discussion.

[aoioozora]

https://www.tumblr.com/aoioozora/755542119339474944?source=share

Not you supporting literal murderers, why tf should anyone care about people who cause nothing but suffering/destruction, murdering and raping innocent civilians for a living?? Someone using "barracks bunny" isn't the end of the world, it isn't that deep who tf cares if we want to be barracks bunnies. If mfs don't want to be called that frfr then they shouldn't enlist in the first place, people like her deserve everything they get coming to them

[The post in question]

Anon, I get where you're coming from, and I admire your sense of justice towards innocents.

But please, don't generalise all soldiers as people who WANT to cause suffering. I do not condone or support any of these things you've mentioned, and people who enlist in the army, I'm sure, do not join to murder and cause suffering. They just want to serve the country. And it just so happens that when it's time, they are called to fight simply for defending the honour of their country and the safety of their citizens. I can't speak for all soldiers, but I'm sure a lot of them wish peace and safety was not brought about through strife.

And oftentimes, the ones who enlist are the ones who suffer under the oppressive hand of their government by being forced to kill. Sure, no doubt there are soldiers who revel in causing destruction out of their hatred, but can you say it's the same for all soldiers? Besides, not all the jobs in the military mean they get to kill people. My aunt is a retd. Major and she was an education officer. And when she enlisted, I'm 100% sure she didn't enlist because she wanted to kill and murder and rape.

I'm sure you're smart enough to understand this much.

Look, this is the sad reality of the world. Death, destruction, and suffering are commonplace, and it's something we have to sadly come to accept. That doesn't mean it's right. But remember, what we see around us is out of our control. We cannot control what laws governments pass, what they order their soldiers to do, etc. And sometimes, soldiers can be brainwashed by propaganda and be ignorant of facts too.

I know, the injustice sucks, and I completely get it. But you can't be unjust and blame soldiers for all the misery in the world when you don't know what they're going through. Ultimately, it's not right to judge because we don't know their thoughts, their background, their beliefs, mental state etc.

And yes, I agree with you to some extent that calling someone a "barracks bunny" isn't the end of the world. I've been called a whore and the world didn't end. We just gotta take it in our stride and move on because we have better things to do. But does it mean it's still not severely hurtful? It hurts, and for some sensitive people, the anxiety of being perceived that way can live with them for a long time. Nobody deserves to be called such hurtful things, whether you like them or not.

If you want to be called one and be one, then sure, go ahead and knock yourself out. I don't support promiscuity but I support your freedom to choose. But don't go around saying that female soldiers deserve it because they're "murderers". I don't know if you're a woman, but if you are, I feel like you're not really being a girl's girl here. A real girl's girl would support freedom of choice, whether you like that choice or not. A real girl's girl would understand that there's more to it than what meets the eye. Hell, it even goes even if you're not a woman.

Also, it's not about "if they don't want to be called that, they shouldn't enlist". They SHOULDN'T be called that, period. You hear similar shit in corporate too like "she slept her way to the top". Iterations of it are everywhere! It's disrespectful, rude, discouraging, and degrading. Women go through enough already, this is too much. No woman deserves this nonsense, especially if they're hardworking and sincere, no matter the industry. Forget about them being women for a moment; can we just treat them as human beings? With feelings, aspirations, dreams? Hell, even dignity?

In our passionate rants, are we forgetting that other people are human just like us?

Anon, you are free to have your opinions, but please don't be rude about it. Consider that not everyone is out here trying to actively hurt people. And maybe consider being brave and bringing up your concern to the OP instead of me, since she's a soldier and I'm just a civvy. I'm sure you'll get insight better than mine.

And in conclusion, I suggest you read my favourite poem No Men Are Foreign by James Falconer Kirkup. I hope it's relevant to your concern and gives you a fresh new perspective.

Thanks for reading this Anon, and whoever comes across this. Forgive me if I've been rude or inconsistent anywhere. And if I've missed anything, let me know. I'm open to a civil discussion.

I rest my case. Good day/night.

[joanthangroff]

gcau commentary: part 1 chapters 11-15

@simpledontmeanpeachy @sophinspace

Part 1 Chapter 11:

AHAHAHAHA everyone developing a crush on mick bc i wrote this chapter at the same time i started watching prison break. lincoln burrows in season 2 was the death of me <3

CISQUITO <3333333333

"the girls all fitting on mick's lap" thankfully there's not so many girls in this chat. what dimensions did i give these people

iris reminding eddie that it was "part of their arrangement" to just have sex and nothing else. this is so funny in hindsight. i am so evil

coldbar: making cait swear since 2017

everyone freaking out bc bar stayed at the criminals' overnight

WALLY REVEAL!

"our most beloved ace [meaning bar]" - "i thought that was mick" - "most beloved nb" - "still mick"

JOE CALLING WESTHAWNE WHILE THEY HAVE SEX

joe literally stalking his kids is actually so weird why did i write that.

Part 1 Chapter 12:

hartley stop thirsting over snart!!! (never stop. i should've done more with that)

HARTLEY HITTING ON MICK. he really was so bad at the beginning of this fic huh!

he also hit on tommy. hartley. hartley please. i know i wrote this but i forgot

dig is "wise and fatherly" according to oliver. he sure is!

"he's basically a black mick" did i. call mick fatherly. eons before he canonically became a dad

COLDBAR IS OFFICIAL BABY

Part 1 Chapter 13:

hart having a breakdown over bar and snart dating. i really was hung up on snart/hartley

"did he threaten you with his gun" - "hell yeah" - "hows the boner situation" DEAD

snart announcing that he's dating bar now and then going "anyway. did i win the bet against iris or nah" give him his fucking money. (actually i LOVE this. like. when i wrote this it was just meant as a fun thing but i think it's a good set-up for the character development i give snart throughout the series. because at the start he IS still that thief at heart who doesn't care about anything but money (or so he says))

aaaaand cue oliver reminding us all that snart is a thief! he gets me

snart keeps saying "hell yeah" and i know i didn't mean anything by this but in retrospective i choose to believe that he IS a little bit out of it

AROMANTIC MICK REVEAL!

omg malcolm knowing where to find a prostitute. because he would know! i think this was supposed to be a meta joke about jack harkness, actually.

Part 1 Chapter 14:

cisco: somebody kill me please | hartley: sure thing (young love)

why did i randomly put cisco on vacation, you ask? hell if i knew. i think i just didn't want to deal with having ronnie and cisco in the same place when they break up

cisco had an abuela?????????? where did she go ????? i never mentioned her again did i. maybe it's the abuela on the other side of the family and not the one married to the abuelo who lives with mando

speaking of. i didn't even have mando at that point, did i? i think i didn't even know cisco had another brother in the comics at that point

"what the hell is a bubbie" - "YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS JEWISH" that doesn't mean oliver knows shit!

"I can't believe you'd actually want to listen to an old guy ramble about reactions when we could actually have one" that's so bad. so bad!

"okay so i have issues" truer words ahve never been spoken by snart

THE BEGINNINGS OF LINDA/MICK FRIENDSHIP!!!!!

hartley kissing tommy's cheek <3 he's just so overwhelmed by oliver's new friends.

detectiveprettybi: I LOVE HARTLEY | oliverking: great would you please have sex with him so he finally calms down

maybe i have always been into rathathawne

Part 1 Chapter 15

bar being late for family dinner hahaha spot on!

"does anyone else think its really creepy the detective actually keeps watch on you" YEAH LOL

ah snart realizing the age difference between him and bar for the first time

THE SUPERPOWER QUESTION

i love how i made snart answer that with "time travel". that's a reference to all the post-oculus fics that give snart the power of time travelling at will <3

kinda sad i didn't establish bar's hatred for time travel at that point haha

"snart you're a fucker and I will not talk to Joe for you" - "whatever Mick told you was nothing but lies and slander"

"axel sounds like he's destroying his flat" i love how i just decided that axel and hartley hooking up is the most unhinged thing. go get some!

[axl-ul]

OC Deep Dive Tag Game

Thanks you a lot @queen-tashie for the tag!^^

Soft tags: @myhusbandsasemni @morganmaietto @rbbess110 @deanwax @ettawritesnstudies and an open tag for anyone else to join:)

I'm choosing Ulfrika since I haven't done much tag games involving this asshole, hehe

What common/uncommon fears do they have? Ulfrika is very scared by the sea (and in general vast abandoned places) because it reminds her of the concept of eternity and somthing endless, a thing that's tied to her immortality. This is the fear she admits anytime, however, her another fear she doesn't like to speak of is being left alone just like her younger sister Márgerdra. Unlike Mar, Ulfa learnt how to live with the possibility of being abandoned although it still unnerves her.

Do they have any pet peeves? I'm not sure whether this counts as a pet peeve in general but she definitely can get on people's nerves the longer she is with them. That being said, Ulfrika can be quite a clean freak and hates things being disorganised to the point she even started arranging her temporary superordinate's office. She's also a (heavy) smoker BUT she has a hard time smoking the regular cigarettes you can get in a kiosk (she prefers her own home-grown herbs).

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Her mask, a container with her father's bones and a toy belonging to her dog(s).

What do they notice first in a person? The walking pattern and hand gestures. Ulfrika always looks out for those to get some clues about a potential enemy and where to attack the person if a fight happens. Also, the hand gestures help her analyse the person's behaviour pattern so she can either read through the person's plans or adapt some of those patterns to herself in order to blend within the society better.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how high is their pain tolerance? 11/10. She has a crazy high pain tolerance. I mean physical pain, the emotional one is a bit lower, around 8 or 9 (yeah she is cold as ice and usually doesn't care but if it comes from somebody she considers a family she goes b a l l i s t i c).

Do they go into flight or fight mode when under pressure? Fight. Papa Kogar didn't raise a quitter.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?  I don't think Ulfa's family is a big one, more moderate since there is/was four members (Ulfa, her two younger sisters and her father/master). She loves her family dearly but whether she would begin her own? Oh hell nah. She can't stand children, it's almost pure spite and hatred. BUT she got somewhat better when Mar had children of her own and Ulfa became an auntie (although she is that one very offputting aunt that tells all the scary shit to scare the children and takes pride in it... Later, she would also nickname her nephews and a niece as 'gowniaki' which means 'shitlings' in Polish; believe it or not, however, she still cares about them and would actually die in order to protect them). Plus she doesn't at all understand the romantic relationships which are not only an alien concept to her but they usually disgust her (as in when Mar and Wukong held hands or Mar pecked her husband, Ulfa would pretend to throw up to mock the gesture).

What animal represents them best? Probably a bat (who on Earth would've guessed, I know). She can be scary and although she prefers being solitary (like bats when they hunt), she loves being around her family and is sometimes very dependent on them due to the limited interactions with her surroundings.

What is a smell they dislike? Cologne. But like the strong kind. As in strong strong kind. The one that makes you feel you no longer have a nose. It's even worse for Ulfa because she has like twenty times more sensitive smell than humans. Rest in peace Ulfa's nose.

Have they broken any bones? All of them, several times.

How would a stranger likely describe them? One word: a ghoul.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Night owl. There's no such thing in Ulfa's dicitonary as 'good morning' except for the formal greeting.

What is a flavor they love and a flavor they hate? She loves that bitter chocolate taste but like in the extreme. Like, that high percentage where you have a feeling you eat sand instead of chocolate. On the other hand, she H A T E S ear wax... Yeah, she got ranked once by her collegues/friends who got her to taste it when they were having a 'guess the dish while blindfolded' competition once.

Do they have any hobbies? She likes playing cards, also hiking, walking her dogs, horse riding, reading and solving riddles and puzzles, swordsmanship, martial arts (she prefers box, Muay Thai and taekwondo the most) and *roll drums* video games. Wukong and Ulfa bonded the most on those since Wukong was in general a bit scared of horror games while Ulfa loved them! It's hard to believe, but since meeting Wukong and his younger brothers, Ulfa jumped on the train of having pranks as one of her hobbies (VERY unusual for a stoic like her).

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? She accepts the greetings, grabs something to eat and drink (hey, it's for free, right?) and gets out in less than 10 minutes. She occasionally emerges from her cave (bedroom) to get more snacks but only when she has no other choice.

Do they like to wear jewelry? No.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Neat! (But still tough to read as the letters are pretty thin and usually very close to one another.)

What are the two emotions they feel the most? Hmm, this is a tough one because she usually has problems to feel anything or at least to describe what's going on on the inside. But I'm going with despair and disappointment. (I mean, she's a Slav through and through - you can only have chronic depression or be a chronic alcoholic and she got to he both.)

Do they have a favorite fabric? Not at all. Anything that is comfortable and pragmatical is her go-to.

What kind of accent do they have? She comes from the Wend tribes which are like the ancestors to the modern day Western Slavic nations (Poland, Czechia, Slovakia and Sorbs) so she has this strange accent that you know is like Eastern European or Slavic but you can't really tell which exact language it would be. But she's extremely good at faking accents and mimicing speech patterns so one day she sounds like she was born in Brooklyn and the other day if you're talking on phone with her, you're not sure whether you're talking to somebody from Singapore or it's just Ulfa messing with you. But yeah, her og accent is Slavic carrying the most of similarities woth Polish/Slovak accent with a hints of Eastern Slavic dialects (Eastern Slavic languages are Russian, Ukrainian, Belorussian and Ruthenian) and here and there she uses vocabulary from Serbian or Croatian language (hey, she travelled a lot, don't blame her for being all over the place, hehe).

[alcordipper]

Fluffymare/fluffynight HCs because i miss my comfort ship and i don't have drawing ideas w/ them,,,

Nightmare's tentacles act like they have a mind of their own. When NM is near someone he has feelings for (be hatred, disgust, or in this case happiness/love) the tentacles will try to go and hold the person near, gently.

With Ccino it happens a lot, especially in the scenarios NM decides to live in his AU for whatever reason. They're always moving near him and trying to hold him. If they sleep in the same bed is the same thing. Two of his tentacles will try to hold him close and cover him so that he's safe from danger.

If NM where to work in the café, he wouldn't work with costumers.

Since his natural instinct is to be the most insufferable being in the goddamn multiverse, he'd be terrible with customers, specially the angry ones. If someone where to make a simple complaint that their coffee isn't sweet WHEN THEY DIDN'T ASK FOR IT TO BE SWEET, Nightmare would stare the person in the eyes, use one of his tentacles to get sugar packs, and yeet it full force on the person's face. He would laugh like the lil' shit he is and would refuse to apologize. He'd work where no one can't interact with him for the better health of everyone involved.

He used to not indulge in the sweets Ccino made, even used to say he hated sweets.

but after being used as a taste tester for a bit when Ccino was choosing new itens for the menu, he developed quite the sweet tooth, his favorites are the ones with caramel or whipping cream. If it has one of these, he'll probably like them.

He works in the kitchen. Having four tentacles when you're making sweets is quite helpful, and since we all agree this fucker is a perfeccionist, we can bet his sweets are just as good as Ccino.

If he didn't work in the kitchen, he'd work dealing with the paperwork on the café, since i think he'd be a neat feak and would organize everything with color coded folders and the like.

On the days the café is somehow closed, they spend their times either napping or walking through the neighborhood.

NM likes to feed the ducks in a park near the café, Ccino likes to read. They chat while they do their own things, it's quite peaceful.

Everyone knows NM in Ccino's AU/neighborhood.

A lot of the kids feared him because of his appearance and how intimidating he looked. Now-a-days they respect him and like him, since he doesn't seem dangerous. (But in the start he sure as hell scared the kids like the dipshit he is.)

[wildrosesayshigh3]

Rant

This is just a rant post so if you don't want to read me rant about Snape scroll. Its long.

Now this is coming from a Shen Jiu Stan but they can never make me like you Severus Snape. The way I loathe this man is like saying hell is hot an understatement.

Severus 'one of my students greatest fear' Snape they could never make me like you.

Severus 'I can't tell a difference when one of students have been physically altered that a blind man could see it'' Snape please choke.

Severus 'Manhandle a curious student after leaving them alone with caludron full of your worst moments' Snape please meet a Basilisk or Medusa.

Severus 'Its okay for a random woman and her child to die but not Lily no mention of Lily's husband or child' Snape I hope an AK hits right in the balls.

Severus 'demeaning other houses is the reason why other kids don't want to get to know the snakes' Snape rot.

Severus 'I allowed students to be totured and allowed other students to toture. Thus making it so that the stigma towards the house of snakes so strong that it takes your most hated 'bully' grandchild to fix' Snape burn.

Severus 'I can't use my vaulted intelligence to help a single student not even those of my own house' Snape die.

Severus 'I choose to become a death eater of my own free will and ignored my childhood friends and obsession's advice' Snape I hope hell is comfortable.

Severus 'I could have left the goddamn country for a fresh start because I'm in the later half of the 20th century were travel is easily accessible' Snape why?

Severus 'It took a child who you have been teaching for 5 years to excel in potions within weeks of reading a book you wrote in as a teenager which means you could teach well or at least give good instructions but choose not to or your an idoit' Snape you are the human equivalent of a participation award.

Severus 'It just slipped out calling my 'crush' slur that undermines her very existence' Snape I hope you stub your pinky toe over and over in hell.

Severus 'I knowing didn't raise to much of a fuss when the greatest wizard since Merlin is sending a CHILD to be martyred for the greater good even though the CHILD is lily's' Snape I wish I knew less of you (and I know so little).

Severus 'I blame all the bad things on a 21 who matured and died for his family and never bother with self refection' Snape what is the point of you?

Severus 'I had over a decade of life without Lily Evans or James Potter and yet still didn't seem to grow past there shadow' Snape you are one of the most pathetic grown fictional men I've ever encountered and I've been onto anime and manga since I was 8 and I've read cultivation novels.

Severus 'I followed a suspend werewolf into a narrow cavern of my own free will and not being tricked at all and still blame Sirius Black like he held a wand to my head' Snape you are the smallest man to have ever lived.

There's more but this is just what was at the top of my head. This was prompted due to TikTok posts that raise the Marauder Era snakes like they made the fandom and are better that the Marauders. Not every bad person needs a shit backstory they can just be bad people. (Hint: Puberty is sucky)

Plus somehow blaming Sirius for leaving regulus behind. Like they forget a teenager is still a child. And then the hatred for lily by jegulus Stans and the hatred of James by Severus Stans who are convinced both snakes were angels from god in their school years just pissed me all the way off.

Cause it's not like we know more about Snape than we do any of the other adult characters baring maybe Dumbles the Manipulator himself. Oh......wait.

Also having a shit past does not give you an excuse to be a shit person. You can't change the past but the present and the future are yours to command.

So the "bullying" he received make him suffer. Thousands of people get bullied, thousands go through abuse by their parent or someone they trusted and they don't take it out on children or those around them continuously for years. What makes Severus Snape so damn special that he gets a pass?

Also I put the bullying in quotations because I don't for a single second bye that Snape didn't snap back. That he didn't give as good as he got. No for once I believe the Manipulator did what he did best when he called the tension between Snape and James a rivalry. It probably was just shy of violence and visceral hatred between the two. Though with both sides friends ganging up on the other after particularly bad moments. Also McGonagall showed no hesitance in taking 150 points from her 'favorite' students after she caught them cutting curfew. So no I don't think she'd allow bullying. And I don't Slughorn would allow a potential connection to be bullied without stepping in if only to get on his good side.

Also before someone gets into the comments and calls me a hypocrite about liking Shen Jiu. I am well fucking Shen Jiu is a child abusers. I'm not condoning or dismissing that. Hell I would be cheering Bingge on as he rose to the top just to spite Shen Jiu. And while I think what he did to Cang Qiong and Yue Qingyuan was harsh and what he did to Shen Jiu was excessive. Karma. Very child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth-esque. So no kicking Shen Jiu in the teeth would be satisfying.

But Shen Jiu showed potential to be good or at least improve, through yingye. Yingye who was close and loyal to him since day one. Yingye who he failed because he didn't/couldn't be better.

So what I love about Shen Jiu is his potential. The young Shen Jiu who pretended to break his leg so his stupid and too kind older brother could escape. The Shen Jiu who waited in an absuive situation because he promised. The Shen Jiu who hide the true reason for the Qiu massacre because one person showed him a once of kindness. The potential to be healed and to heal others in turn. To take in those he considers his with passion and feral-ness that was breathtakingly destructive. To become a protector. Or an explorer or anything really.

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Not to mention Voltron and Klance/Allurance in our year 2024 but I find it very telling how they didn't have anything planned for the ending and how they made Lance choose Keith on "The Feud!" by saying "He's our leader, plus he's half-galra so he's like, the future" when a season later he refers to Allura as "the best thing that has ever happened to him".

And yes, you can love somebody to death and yet think somebody else should get to be the one to live, logically thinking, but Lance is pretty much the most emotional out of all the paladins. He's loverboy Lance. He speaks and acts with his heart all the damn time and thinks about the people he loves first and foremost. And I am not saying this is "wooahhh Klance proof!" because we are pretty over that. Just saying it feels like they didn't have shit planned for the last season because Lance (a Lance who is in love with Allura, in theory, from the start) would have never, even if it's logically speaking, let another person that wasn't her get out of there alive. And even if he wasn't in love with her, he has said multiple times how much potential, strength, and importance he sees in her role.

So it is just stupid to make him vote for Keith and say something extremely damn endearing like "he's the future" instead of saying it about his romantic interest.

Not to mention that they could have easily fixed this if they wanted Allurance to be canon. They could've made the bond and conflict Allura has with Keith deeper by making her vote for Keith and saying he is the future for being half-galra (something that is personal to Allura and it would've made more sense for her to say and eat her pride and hatred towards the galra. Character development who?). Then it's just easy to make Lance vote for Allura and make him go "She's our princess and her strength is what the world needs and the universe would be lost without her" or some bullshit like that. And then make Keith vote for Lance because the joke was actually perfect and I have nothing against it and it's pretty in character for him to say "I don't wanna be stuck with him" instead of saying that he truly believes Lance is crucial for the future. And idk, make Pidge and Hunk vote for each other because they are best friends and it makes sense to reaffirm their bond (although I do find really cute and in character their original votes).

I am just saying what we already knew and is that Allurance was so not planned and they could've written a way better build-up. And look, it would've still been shitty and forced and awful but at least it would've been written thoughtfully. Kind of. Instead, we got... Deeper bonding between Lance and Keith? And I am the first one to say that they barely have scenes together with the amount of drama people make about their canon relationship but... Why give these two this moment (plus the other two only emotional and well-written scenes of season 8) that could've been great to build up another romantic relationship?

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it's so weird how the internet just chooses someone to hate on and then forget about

i remember there was so much hatred for, like, ed sheeran. did he even do anything other than make music? clearly it didn't have all that much impact if he's still making music and nobody gives a shit anymore lol

anyway what a world we live in that ed sheeran did a song for the credits of a pokemon game, and toby fox remixed said song for the credits of its dlc. and they're both actually good songs but the internet just decided it's bad bc ed sheeran