#and I'll tell them (not lying just falsely implying)

[jayjamjary]

Sometimes I just like to say PHOTON BLAST when like idk the sun comes up or I turn on a light. It's very fun I highly recommend it.

[delusion-of-negation]

gross and racist as hell for you all to dogpile and harrass a black trans person for calling you out on being a fucking gross pedophile/pedo defender, CALL THEM HOMOHOBIC for thinking thats fucked up, exclusively she/her him bc him being trans doesnt fit the narrative youre peddling, imply shes never dealt with transphobia or homophobia, CLAIM THEYRE RACEFAKING and then turn around and be racist as hell to them, and then evade their blocks to screenshot their posts and continue to try to start shit with him when hes expressed that he wants you freaks to leave him alone…. all while doubling down that being a p*do is ok as long as youre “non offending”. i have to laugh !

also, claiming that people who criticize you for being a p*do apologist are being homohobic to you, IS homophobia. dont equate being lgbta with being a p*do/p*do apologist. wtf is wrong w u

- a trans person, before you arbitrarily decide im cis, too

my brother in christ, the full context is linked here for y'all to see

we didn't "dogpile" anyone, what happened was somebody was posting, tagging seebs and commenting on posts, incessantly. specifically, falsely accusing seebs of being a pedo/defender, in response to seebs saying, very clearly, somebody who does not sexually assault children is preferable to somebody who does. it obviously was nonsensical, and I said to seebs that I didn't know exactly how, in the current political climate, people could go out falsely accusing random queer people of being pedos... then the random asshole started replying to my reblogs and telling me to unalive, then started sending me hate messages saying that too because, apparently, just saying "that's bullshit" warrants stupid harassment. having followers myself, this obviously led to those agreeing with me weighing in too, I can't and won't tell people to avoid expressing their opinions when someone harasses me. it's definitely not "calling me out" to send messages telling me that.

not to "they started it!!" but yeah, if I speak to someone about it actually being ridiculous that you're harassing them, and so you begin randomly harassing and suicide baiting me, I will respond.

again, you can see in the link, on every single post I used they, it explicitly says "any pronouns" and "I'm a boy and a girl" on there, meaning I didn't "correct" this person who said "she" because I'd literally read that it's fine to use that!! I said they were enabling a homophobic narrative, I said they prop up the "queers are pedos actually" bullshit by doing this, I made no claims of knowing any secret homophobia dwelling in their heart lmao. you read on the person's blog that I she/her'd them and didn't bother reading to discover that I actually didn't do that, you just believed their lies. reading the above linked posts will make it obvious how they are endlessly lying about the race of people involved and what they actually said - I didn't she/her them, and they cut up a sentence within seebs post, to imply something that clearly was not said.

not once did I deny their race or their status as trans/bi, again it simply is a crock of shit they're spinning, because they have this narrative to spin- I've linked back to everything said, I've made it absolutely clear time and time again, I've posted full screens for anything I referenced, whereas they keep vagueposting saying I misgendered them or called them white or even called them the pedophile (I did not, I was and am explicitly against doing that). everything they're claiming in their vagues is bullshit, and all the evidence is in actually reading the conversation, which is why I'll constantly link back to it and they'll constantly obfuscate it, bro. because nowhere did I deny they face bigotry, nowhere did I say anything about racefaking (white chicks is a movie about black dudes pretending to be white chicks, saying they talk as though they're auditioning for a remake is explicitly saying they're black talking like a white chick, please just go watch the damn movie).

similarly, I was never racist, I never block evaded, unless you are saying they also block evaded- they continued talking about me incessantly, lying about me, and I found out, so I screenshotted posts and corrected them, I never tried to contact them again, I simply corrected constant lies about me, meanwhile they did go around said block to keep looking at my blog too, referencing all those posts themself, so they did exactly what I did. if it's bad if somebody lying about me is shown to me and I respond, isn't it equally bad that said person evades the block right back? that's honestly one of the most baffling claims y'all keep making, it's a problem when I simply look at lies about me and leave you be, it however isn't a problem for you to tell those lies, message me to suicide bait, and keep looking at my blog despite those blocks?? speaking of hypocrisy, you're attempting (and failing) to dogpile.

being a pedo is okay as long as you're non-offending. like, yes I'll double down on that. heck, I'll go a step further, I think that any person who's committed a crime or harm deserves to have their liberty, life, happiness, etc, and shouldn't be tortured or harmed because of this stupid desire to punish everyone. I'm a victim of childhood sexual abuse and childhood abuse and torture when I was a child, and I put one abuser in prison, and it didn't help the person become better and kinder, they sent me what was really basically a love letter when they got out. I think a better system, where people get to learn how to be kind and then get a life that treats them well, is possible and should be strived for, and one a victim gets help to recover from what happened should also be, because right now the mental health system in my country (not america, which y'all also don't seem to have grasped) is dogshit. people who don't abuse kids are the outcome we want, so these pedophiles, they didn't choose to have that attraction, it is just a thing brains do sometimes, and when they don't rape kids that's literally the better outcome, that's the best outcome, because it really comes down to that or them raping kids- you can't read all minds in the world and detect the pedos and kill them, and that would be a fucking dystopian nightmare, so if you want to kill all pedos then you have to rely on them telling you they're pedos, I genuinely hope I don't have to explain to you why they wouldn't confess that to you if you were running the death squad. so that leaves us with either they don't rape kids, or they do. I like don't, personally. I think that's the better one. as someone who was an actual victim of childhood abuse. and additionally, two thirds of sexual abusers of children aren't pedos, according to the stats I found a while back, so eradicating pedos wouldn't fix the issues.

anyway, back to the topic at hand, it's not starting shit to make posts correcting the person lying about you, they started all the shits, every single shit I took was in response to the shits they're spewing out about me so fast that I'm worried about their toilet.

nowhere did I say "being queer is pedo apologia!" I said that the people falsely accusing random queer people of being pedos is feeding the "the gays are pedos! the transes are pedos!" lies the rightwing constantly spin right now. I'm not equating being gay whatsoever to being a pedo, I'm saying that people do, and that refusal to think about it while you lie and call random queer folk pedophiles for your internet tough guy points is just dangerous, potentially deadly, and feeding into rightwing talking points. it's another example of you refusing to actually read what I posted, similar to your little quip at the end that relies on the false claim there was a single moment where I denied that they're trans! to further demonstrate how bullshit it is, you should check who I'd compared them to... it was blaire white. a trans person. if what I posted relied on assuming people who disagree with me are cis, where would she fit into that? why would I bring her up? maybe because I specifically was saying them being trans makes those talking points all the more dangerous... because the right will be frothing at the mouth to say "even the queers agree with us!" so referencing an example of that happening is relevant. wait, that couldn't be the case, because that would mean I didn't call them cisgender at any point!! meanwhile they're calling natives white, everybody who disagrees with them white, implying we haven't faced homophobia/transphobia/biophobia ourselves, and lying through their teeth about everything, so look in the mirror, bruh.

[ultramarine-spirit]

could you please talk about wmmap's accusations of plagiarism? i read the document the author of the another webcomic and started feeling very uneasy and nervous. i also wonder of that was the reason why the side stories haven't been released yet...

I wasn't going to talk about this topic because I think it's really not worth addressing, but since you seem upset about it, I'll give you my opinion on this situation to... Well, I don't know if it will make you feel better, anon, but hopefully?

Anyways. TL;DR for anyone that has no clue what I'm talking about: Many years ago, the fans and the author of a certain novel (the controversy was over the novel, not the webcomic, but back then it was used to harass Spoon too) accused WMMAP's novel of plagiarizing said work. A fan wrote a list of similarities to "prove" that was the case, which have been posted again, now by the author. My opinion is that the similarities are so broad that you could find them in any webcomic. They are tropes, such as "cold emperor", "abandoned daughter", "loyal knight". You can't say either Plutus or that author invented them. If you think WMMAP is plagiarizing that certain novel, then many other series are also plagiarizing it (heck, there was drama over this with "I am the real one").

But the truth is not for me, or the authors, or the fans to decide. Who is the best person that could solve this matter? A judge. And it so happens that a judge has ruled over this subject. There was a whole lawsuit years ago over the harassment suffered by Spoon and about the plagiarism accusation, and it was declared that the accusations were false. The parties involved with spreading this misinformation publicly apologized and admitted to having made it all up (you can find posts about this on Spoon's Naver blog. They are super old, so I don't want to search for them, but I can if someone really wants them).

So, the author of that certain novel is lying when they say there has been no trial about this matter. Perhaps they are unaware, but I very much doubt it.

This is very old drama, I'm a little baffled the author decided to bring it up again. It's also of note that this is not the first time they accuse Plutus or other novel writers of plagiarizing their work. They have: accused Plutus of plagiarizing others' works, accused other unrelated writers of plagiarizing their work, and tried to imply Plutus was plagiarizing another novel because the protagonists have similar sounding nicknames. Funny, because there is another unrelated manhwa with a protagonist called Athanasia and nobody has ever accused them of copying Plutus.

I'm not trying to insult that certain author's character, but make of this information what you will.

Lastly, is this the reason the side stories have been delayed? I think it's not likely, at least not because of this incident specifically, because that certain author decided to post their accusations in response to someone telling them that WMMAP fans were slandering them (there are no pictures or evidence about this "slander"). You can find that much on their Twitter, I'd rather not link it here. I think they just wanted to talk about this topic yet again, as they are upset because WMMAP's company never reached out to them (why would they have to do that?).

However, I do think there's something legal going on, and perhaps it is related to these accusations in some fashion. It's impossible for me to say. Honestly? I wish that was the case so we could be done with this subject, because it has already been established by a Court of Law that WMMAP's novel was not plagiarizing the other party.

This was a very long post. I don't know if my answer helped to comfort you, anon. It could have upset you more, sorry if that's the case. Personally, I'm pretty done with this topic, and I think bringing attention to it will only be granting that certain author's wishes, so I won't talk about this anymore.

[clives-archive]

There are different theories around, and I'll just talk about one (okay, two), but one thing you always need to keep in mind: Season 4 is full of unreliable narrators, especially Brenner (who is essentially editing El's NINA experience by jumping ahead, we know that from his conversation with Owens) and One/Vecna. Eddie's entire storyline is about someone who is falsely blamed for horrible things, because he looks a certain way and likes certain things, and he's most likely not the only one.

Which brings us to my theory about Henry, which is really very simple, but contains a few spoilers for the Stranger Things play, The First Shadow. If you don't want to see these, stop reading, okay?

Still with me? Good. Here goes: as TFS tells us, roughly one year before Henry and his family moved to Hawkins, he got lost in a cave system, and when he got back, he was completely changed in behaviour and personality. Now, just by chance (actually, probably not by chance), a certain Dr. Martin Brenner was conducting experiments close by, to create a gate to a place he calls Dimension X (there is a reason, which is mentioned in the play). He figured that during his disappearance Henry went to Dimension X, and came back with some baggage - he got infected by the being we've come to know as the Mindflayer. Which... is a bit different from what Vecna told Eleven when they meet again: he claimed that he first encountered this being in a peaceful landscape untouched by any human interference, with perfectly docile demogorgons, and shaped it into it's spider form, implying that he created the Mindflayer in the first place.

But... how is that possible, if Henry had already met the Mindflayer when he was thirteen? Well... two possibilities, that could even go together.

One, Vecna is manipulative. He distorts things, rips them out of context. Even when he shows the truth, it is turned inside out, giving you the worst version possible. So, he might either be fuzzing the circumstances of the first meeting between MF and Henry/One/Vecna a bit, or he is quite simply lying.

And two, Eleven may have thrown One not only through space and dimensions, but also through time - we know that there are time anomalies in the Upside Down, we know that One - or Vecna or Henry or the Mindflayer - can potentially manipulate time, we certainly know that whoever is speaking when One holds his ever crazier monologue really doesn't like the way humans structure time and hates them specifically for it. So maybe, One was thrown back to a time where the Mindflayer didn't exist yet, met the particle cloud, and infected it with his rage (and with the Mindflayer, all of Dimension X, which according to the play is definitely pretty vile by 1943).

And this infected cloud, which we know is a hivemind, this Mindflayer then met a little boy in 1958, and infected him... you see where this is going? One, Vecna, whatever his name is, basically created himself, again and again, with a little help from Brenner and Eleven. It's a time loop full of nasty, black goo and tiny dust particles.

But even if that isn't the case, if we don't have a time loop that needs to be resolved, I don't think that Henry is the bad guy, because IMO, the being we hear talking in the monologue, to Max and Chrissy and the other kids, to Nancy, and finally to El again isn't Henry. That's the Mindflayer. He simply uses Henry's body to communicate and use powers in the kids' dimension, which he cannot reach in any other way. Which, and I can't emphasize this enough, he would have done to Will, if Will hadn't been saved by his family and friends.

What happened to the original Henry? Who knows? He might still be in there. If they're lucky.

no because.. why are people on TikTok and Instagram so sensitive about an “ evil “ character having a redeemable backstory? WHY ARE PEOPLE MAD THAT HENRY IS BASICALLY INNOCENT?? like oh my gosh I’m sorry your hate for everyone turned out to be incorrect I’m such a party pooper wawa.

( I got literal death threats because I put a silly comment in a TikTok video asking who their favorite st character was and DARE I SAY Henry creel and I get RAIDED.

anyways I will be educating these people from now on but please newer or st fans that haven’t heard of the first shadow please just look up the plot or atleast a video explaining it?! If anybody needs help there’s a video in dept explaining everything that happens in tfs

anyways rise Henry defenders, RISE !!!

[randominagines]

An ouat Peter Pan X fem reader in which you're both too proud and stubborn to admit you like each other

Pairing: Ouat Peter Pan X fem!reader

Warning: language

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators

Liars

Being best friend with Peter' second in command had many advantages: one of them was getting to decide which task you wanted to be assigned to. Y/n exchanged a look with Felix, the two of them immediately understanding each other, but after all they were best friends. The blonde boy looked at Peter. -- I'll give the new recruits a tour of the island and I want y/n to assist me. -- he said and she tried to hide a smile: taking care of showing the island to the new boys was such a pleasurable task; no physical effort, no stress, not too many hours of work needed and the advantage to show how beautiful Neverland could be. Peter nodded but Colin, another boy belonging to the veterans, puffed and threw his hands to the sky. -- What the fuck, Felix. I need y/n to teach those stupid children how to shoot an arrow. -- he said. His task that day was training the boys arrived a couple of weeks before, those who were still trying to fit it, and when it came about these kinda of things all the boys always wanted to be assisted by y/n, because she was patient and very good at explaining and teaching stuff. She raised her eyebrows, but before she could speak Felix turned his head toward Colin. -- Stop trying to spend time with y/n, she won't fuck with you in any case. -- he said and y/n widened her eyes: was that the reason why Colin always came up with excuses to be with her. She had been so busy in the last weeks she didn't even notice that he was flirting with her, and that was so unlike her since she always was able to tell that kind of things. After all, she was the only girl on an island crowded with boys, she had learnt to understand them very well. Peter looked at Colin, all of a sudden he looked triggered. -- You like y/n? -- he asked, his voice severe but amused. Colin's cheeks turned red and he swallowed his own saliva. -- Ehm, no... -- he lied; Peter walked toward him, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. -- You're lying. You wouldn't stand a chance anyways. -- Peter whispered at his ear, Colin bit his lower lip and looked at y/n. She felt sorry for him, he looked so embarrassed: she always found him funny and a pleasurable company, but she never thought about getting into a relationship, so she couldn't look at Colin in any other way than as a friend. Life was hard enough in Neverland without having to deal with teen dramas, she wouldn't have complicated things with the idea of a boyfriend.

Nevertheless, she decided that she wanted to get him out from that unpleasant situation, because she couldn't stand Peter's attitude of arrogance: y/n walked toward him and looked at Peter. -- Oh, just leave him alone. -- she defended him and the boy gasped in surprise, he probably didn't expect her to challenge Peter. The leader raised an eyebrow. -- Lost Girl, are you implying you like him too? -- he asked. She nervously licked her lower lips and looked at Felix: that bastard was having fun, perfectly aware of the fact that she was doing that just because she couldn't help but hating Peter when he acted like that. She puffed. -- I am not implying anything at all, I don't give a shit about relationships but who told you that he couldn't stand a chance with me? -- she challenged him, regretting what she had said a second after her words left her mouth. She was probably giving false hopes to Colin. She kept it cool anyway, her eyes stuck into Peter's while he frowned. -- Because he's not your type. -- he chuckled while lowering toward her, she shook her head and laughed. -- You don't know me that well, Pan. Who's my type in your opinion? You? -- she asked. He gasped as if she had just slapped him, his smirk disappearing.

He actually liked her a lot, she was so strong and indipendent and she knew how to keep everyone in line. He had admired y/n since the moment she arrived on the island, he just never thought about telling her because she seamed so uninterested in almost everything except training and organising the battles. The sudden thought that she could like Colin, that she could like someone other than himself made Peter perceive the cold stab of jealousy. He got himself together wearing the usual "I'm a careless person" mask and nonchalantly smiled. -- I'm everybody's type, but you're not mine for sure. -- he lied and she raised her eyebrows, that bastard! She chuckled. -- How will I ever recover from this terrible terrible news? -- she joked and pretended to cry, her hands wiping away imaginary tears from her cheeks. He gave her a cold smile. -- I don't really care about who you decide to screw. You can do whatever the fuck you want.-- he concluded. The boys around them went silent, the atmosphere filled with tension. Y/n chuckled flashing him a defiant eye. -- Finally something we can agree on. -- she said and turned. Peter watched her leaving, wondering if he had done the right thing.

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Of course, Colin took y/n's kindness for a real interests started to make quite clear that he wanted to date her. She was flattered, of course, she always was when some of the boys showed interest in her, but she was simply not interested, she used to refuse everyone. She never really considered that boys as eventual partners, just more like brothers and friends. Besides, since she had that fiery vis a vis with Peter she couldn't stop thinking about him. He was obviously a great leader: powerful, smart, absolutely handsome, clever as no one else, skilled. She always respected him for his qualities, but she was a sucker for brilliant sassiness, the type that makes people have interesting, amusing, stimulating conversations and she felt that she could have something like that with Peter. She puffed remembering how clear he had made he didn't like her and kept sharpening her last arrow, her quiver on the ground almost filled. She was outside her treehouse and could hear the noise of the Lost Boys chatting in distance. They were celebrating around the bonfire the arrival of the new recruits but she was not in the mood and even though Felix insisted for her to stay, she preferred leaving to finish sharpening her weapons.

Suddenly, she perceived a hand on her shoulder and turned: Colin was standing in front of her, his red hair quite messy and his big brown eyes surrounded by dark circles. She frowned. -- Colin, why are you not at the camp? You look... -- she tried to say but he chuckled. -- Shitty. -- he finished but she shook her head while putting her arrow in her quiver. --, I was about to say tired. -- she said and he nodded. -- Since Pan found out I like you he keeps assigning me the hardest tasks. I think he's jealous. -- he confessed while sitting down on a overturned tree trunk, she sat next to him and chuckled. -- Jealous of what, exactly? -- she asked and he took her hand, she immediately tensed up. He smiled not noticing that. -- Of the fact that we are dating, of course. -- he simply said.

Y/n sighed and bit her lower lip, Colin knew how to be insistent. She removed her hand from his and he looked quite hurt; y/n tried to ignore that and explain her position to him. -- Look, Colin, I'm flattered, I seriously am, but I don't see you like that. You're a friend, that's all. I'm sorry. -- she tried to be as much kind as she could but she thought that she was probably failing since he looked quite mad, all of a sudden. He squeezed his own knees with his hands. -- Why do you push everyone back? Are we not enough for you? -- he asked, half angry, half frustrated. Y/n took a deep breath and ran her hands through his hair. -- It's not like that, it's just... -- she stopped, what could she tell him? "I like Peter fucking Pan probably but he's never going to notice me so I want to be alone thanks bye". That's what she thought, but saying it out loud? No. He tried to calm down and reached his hand again to take hers, but she stood up this time. He immediately did the same and looked at her, she was getting mad. -- Colin, stop forcing me into this. -- she scolded him, her arms opened, her eyes reproaching. He puffed. -- Oh come one, just give me a fucking chance! -- he insisted and walked toward her; she instinctively took a step back and she felt like she could snap and punch him any second.

Before she could answer back, Peter flew down, his body now standing between the two of them but he was facing Colin. -- You must have some kind of comprehension problem. I'll explain to you in a much easier way, so you can understand, -- he whispered while walking toward him, his face now standing centimetres away from Colin's. The boy looked frightened but didn't move while Peter crossed his arms and lowered toward him. -- Leave. -- he concluded. Colin flashed her a look filled with anger but left, he would never had the courage to oppose to Peter's will.

The leader smiled in satisfaction and turned toward y/n, she rolled her eyes. -- I had everything under control. -- she puffed and he frowned. -- A simple "thanks" will do just fine, you know. -- he joked and smiled, but she didn't. -- Why should I thank you? You certainly didn't do this for me. -- she said while crossing her arms over her chest, he raised an eyebrow. -- What? -- he asked, confused and curious. Y/n looked at him in his green eyes. -- You did this because you like to show off, to prove that you have power over anyone. You certainly didn't do it because you give a shit about me. -- she explained, her voice calm and her expression not showing a single emotion. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked even in that moment; he used to find her even more sexy when she stood up to him. He shook his head walking toward her, she didn't move. -- Who said I don't give a shit about you? -- he whispered at her ear, she felt shivers down her spine but imposed herself not to show it. -- You did, literally yesterday. -- she reminded him and he smiled, a mischievous, warm smile. -- Maybe I lied. -- he confessed.

She widened her eyes and looked at him, confusion and surprise mixing on her face. He looked amused but she was just filled with doubts. -- Why would you lie? -- she genuinely asked and he shrugged taking another step closer to her. She didn't feel the urge to step back, as she did with Colin; she actually enjoyed having him that close: she could finally see his little dettails, such as the shade of the green of his eyes or the little freckles on his nose and cheeks. He kept smiling. -- Because I never know what's inside that funny little head of yours. -- he said brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear before going on. -- I can understand every single person on this island, except you. You bite back and I love that, you're indipendent and don't relay on anyone and I can respect that, but you are just inscrutable and this, this drives me crazy. -- he explained, his hand now behind her back. She perceived his touch, his fingers on her spine, and held her breath. She hadn't been touched like that in a long time. Physical contact was something so rare on that island. Of course she sometimes used to exchange pats on the back or high fives with Felix and hand to hand combat was everyday stuff, but an intimate, tender kind of contact? She had almost forgot how it felt like.

She looked at him, her y/e/c fixed into his. -- I'm not that complicated, Peter. -- she whispered and realized she had called him by his first name. She wondered if he would have punished her for it, he never allowed anyone to call him like that. Peter heard his own name coming from her lips and it actually didn't bother him, he liked the sound of it. He chuckled. -- You are, Lost Girl, you're an actual pain in the ass. -- he joked pulling her closer, his eyebrow raising and his smile getting mischievous.

She opened her mouth and gasped, desperately trying not to smile. She put a hand on his chest. -- Well, you're quite arrogant, if we have to be honest. -- she said and he rolled his eyes smiling. -- Said the most presumptuous person on this island. -- he said, his nose rubbing against her neck. She bit her lower lips. -- Windbag. -- she said, he gave her a quick kiss on her neck and felt her body attaching to his. He smiled raising his head, his lips now centimetres away from hers. -- Stubborn. -- he said and she crossed her arms on his shoulders, her fingers caressing his hair. -- Insolent. -- she said barely touching his lips with hers. He bite her lower lip. -- Annoying. -- he concluded before crushing his lips on hers. She immediately kissed him back, her mouth opening to let his tongue in. He felt her hands running through his hair, her fingers gently pulling his locks while he caressed her back. He deepened the kiss by licking her lower lip, she moaned on his lips and he grabbed her by her waist, his fingers sliding under her shirt. Y/n' skin was warm and smooth and he couldn't stop caress it.

She smiled on his lips while slowly opening her eyes to look at him, their foreheads now one against each other. -- For being someone who can't stand me, you're kissing me kinda like you're couldn't wait to. -- she teased him, her lips still on his. He smirked and squeezed her hips. -- For being someone who doesn't give a fuck about relationships you kinda kissed me back instead of pushing me away. -- he teased back and she shook her head chuckling. Her hand caressed the back of his head and he smiled at her touch, feeling like he could really develope feelings for her. She shrugged. -- Guess we're both liars then. -- she concluded and her hand touched his neck, travelling down toward his chest were her fingers caressed his bare skin under his shirt. He smiled on her lips. -- Here's something true: I like you, y/n. -- he finally said, his voice firm and clear. She smiled, a warm, pure smile. -- So, it turns ou I am you type, after all. -- she joked and he rolled his eyes while shaking his head, she chuckled and kissed him again, happiness exploding inside of her. He immediately kissed her back and for the first time in centuries he felt his heartbeat fastening.

[kim-poce]

Gamble: "I'm so sorry sweetheart, but they're gone"

Angst or Comfort Game - Masterlist

CW: implied captivity, betrayal.

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"They are coming," Whumpee told the henchman in front of them, "I know they are coming, everyone got agitated, it's obvious they are here, they will get me back."

Henchman smiled sadly at them, they were the only one who was gently in that hellish place, but sometimes their sad smile hurt more than the beating that the others love to give.

"They won't take you," Henchman said firmly, it was better to be blunt than give Whumpee false hopes, "They did come, but there was no fight, they only talked to Villain and left."

"No!" Whumpee shouted, "You-you are lying! They will get me, they will-"

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, but they're gone," Henchman said, firmly holding Whumpee by their shoulder, "They are gone, they didn't even try to fight, they won't come back!"

Whumpee looked up, their crying face breaking Henchman's heart, but it's true, they thought, It's better to tell you the truth. "Whumpee? I'm sorry, Whumpee, is there something I can do? I'll do anything in my power to help you."

Whumpee didn't answer, they just looked back down, letting silent tears leave their eyes, they didn't say anything more.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Investigations (Part 5): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.8k

tw: none

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It's so quiet around the house.

Ran looks around in the empty space, trying to figure out what he should do next. The next task is right in front of him, but he's hesitant to even do that. Would it be effective in bringing you back home?

Shuji Hanma looks at him, bored out of his mind.

"I don't know where she's ghosted off to," he mumbles. "Y/n never contacted me after I spoke with her about Tenjiku."

"Why would you speak to her about it at all?" Rindou sneers, elbows resting on his knees. "You've put us in a really bad place, Hanma."

Rindou would never elaborate further with the snake he once considered a friend, but the former executive just chuckles, leaning back and spreading his arms across the couch.

"You've gotten yourselves into this mess. Don't count on me to get you out."

"Have you heard from Taiju?" Shuji tilts his head, the earring in his ear dangling to the left.

"Why would he talk to me?" Fair enough, Ran thinks, combing his fingers through his hair. "That man and I don't even have any business with each other."

"Will you at least help us talk to him, then?" Rindou wonders, lacing his fingers together. The man gives Shuji a dangerous look that implies he should either 'do or die', but Shuji ignores it, shaking his head.

"You have to clean this mess up on your own. I can't help you."

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"Mr. Shiba is out on vacation."

Ran looks at his younger brother, scrunching his brows up.

"I'm sorry?"

"Mr. Shiba is out on vacation," the lady behind the desk repeats, eyes glazed over as she stares at the computer. "He's been gone since the beginning of this month."

"That's way before y/n disappeared," Rindou breathes. "A day before she went to Hanma. Taiju probably doesn't even know."

"Can you let him know the Haitani brothers want to speak with him when he returns?" Ran wonders, looking at the woman sternly.

"Of course," she grumbles, writing something on a notepad. "I'll pass the message on. He should be back in two weeks."

Once Ran and Rindou leave, they find themselves back where they started - at Ran's house - accompanied by Kakucho and Sanzu, who look just as downcast and upset as they do.

"No leads," Ran announces, much to their dismay. "If we don't find her soon..."

"Don't rub it in," Sanzu whispers, leaning on the couch with a forlorn face. "We know what the risk is."

Ran tries to avoid remembering the conversation with the other wives about their activities. Ran remembers lying, remembers telling the women that they were working for the government, and had been for a long time. That they all had targets on their back. And that the government never negotiated with people who chose to kidnap their loved ones.

Sanzu picked up the lie and made the whole story believable, then provided false documents the next day. Kakucho did the same, adding his expertise to the mix, and finally, Rindou sealed the lie with an airtight alibi for every single time they'd come home with questionable items or disheveled attire. Every question was answered with a half-truth or a full lie, nothing was answered with the whole truth.

And for some reason, this weighed on all of them even more.

"Mikey would know what to do," Kakucho finally mutters, and Ran looks over at the sullen man. "Mikey and Takeomi."

"Get Takeomi and Taiju here," Ran stands, nodding. "We'll need both of their help."

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"Your husband visited my office today."

Taiju stands in the space between the sliding doors, watching you stare out at the tree-filled landscape with a blank gaze.

"Oh." Your reply doesn't leave much room for conversation, but Taiju comes out onto the back patio anyways, sighing as he sits next to you on the porch swing.

"The maid told me you weren't feeling well. Do you know what's wrong?"

"I'm just trying to cope, I think," you breathe, and Taiju wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. "It's not easy being a wife of a killer," you joke, but neither of you laughs.

"I'll have someone come by in the morning to make sure you're doing alright health-wise. Do you want a therapist, or---"

"What therapist will hear 'I'm the wife of someone who should be in prison for murder, racketeering, and extortion', and not lose their mind or call the cops?"

Taiju quirks his lips but says nothing. A fleeting thought of Ran and Kai crosses your mind, and you hiccup, tears coming to your eyes suddenly.

It's been like this ever since you left.

Some mornings you'll wake and think you're back in bed with Ran and your son, but upon finding that you're not anywhere near them, you'll cry, wrapping yourself up in the sheets that don't smell like the man you still love.

Some nights you'll fall asleep, face still wet with tears, hiccuping into the night like a small child.

And during the day... anything and everything will remind you of your family and friends. You know that you can't go back. So, why cry about the past?

Taiju holds you close, rubbing your arm and whispering comforting words as you cry, hands covering your eyes while you sob.

"I miss them," you choke out. "I miss them so much."

"I know," he replies softly. "I know..."

After the sun sets, you shuffle back into the house, eyes swollen from your crying. Taiju helps you get ready for bed, turning down the sheets before you climb in, then tucking you in.

"I'm glad you called me," he admits, smiling at you and smoothing a hand over your face. "You worried me with that voicemail, but I'm just glad I could help. This home is yours, even though I have to leave for a little while." Your face falls, his words not really making too much sense.

"Wait," you exhale. "Leave?"

"Your husband and his brother left a note with my secretary that you'd gone missing. I would be an unconvincing liar if I waited another day to come to see what the fuss is about."

"So you're going to see them?" you wonder.

"I'll see about Kai as well. I'll make sure he's taken care of."

"When are you leaving?"

"Tonight." The realization is enough to make you nod numbly, then look out of the bay windows to your left.

"Give him a hug for me."

"Of course."

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The hulking man sits across from Ran, crossing his arms and squinting his eyes. Ran had just broken the news to Taiju himself, but neither man had anything to say afterward. They just stared at each other. Ran contemplates asking him for help, but he thinks the bags under his eyes and disheveled appearance is enough to garner sympathy from the man.

"Have you heard from her?" Rindou finally asks, giving in.

"No," Taiju lies. "She hasn't spoken to me since that day in the restaurant."

"Would you know where she might have gone? Or been taken to?"

"Taken?" Taiju leans forward at the word, frowning even deeper. "You think she's been abducted?"

"I don't know," Ran admits, pressing his face into his hands. "I don't know anything. There are no leads. I asked Hanma and he had nothing. Now you're saying you have nothing."

"I've been away for a while," Taiju whispers regretfully. "I should have been here when this happened."

"There's nothing you can do now except help us," Rindou adds, spreading his hands. "We need you. If anyone can get to her, it's you, Taiju."

"Why not Ran?" He wonders, but Ran shakes his head.

"Only you, Takeomi, and Mikey could figure out where she is now. I'm not good at--"

"Is there any ransom note or letter? Did she leave anything to tell you where she might have gone?"

"Everything is here," Sanzu mentions, coming out of the kitchen with a sandwich in his hands. "Phone, keys, purse, money... Nothing that points to her running away."

Holy shit, Taiju thinks. She's covered all of her tracks.

Ran sighs again, leaning his chin on his palm.

"And Kai..." At the mention of your son, Taiju stiffens. "Kai doesn't know what's going on. He thinks she's away for a little vacation. But what if she never comes back?" Rindou slides a hand across his brother's shoulder. "I just want her to come home safe."

"I'll see what I can do."

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"Miss, can you tell me if you're alright?"

You want to reply to the woman outside of the door, but the heaving of your stomach prevents that. Your lunch and breakfast drop into the toilet, every single item of food emptied from your stomach.

"I'm not feeling well..." you groan, trying to find the strength to stand up and clean your mouth out. After your rinse with your toothbrush and toothpaste, you open the door, seeing the maid standing by with a worried expression.

"You've been really sick. I think it's time to tell Master Taiju what's been happening."

"No," you gripe. "He needs to be fully convincing that nothing is happening here."

"Miss, you sent the doctors away yesterday. Please... you need to see someone about your illness."

"I'll be fine," you murmur, slumping onto the bed. "I just need to rest."

But your rest is filled with images of Ran raising his fist, beating Taiju to a bloody pulp, or your son growing up to be a gangster like his father, tattoos scrawled across his knuckles and under his sleeves. In your nightmares, you regret not taking Kai with you. You regret not telling Ran you're leaving him. You regret a lot of things.

But you don't regret marrying Ran.

You don't regret having a son with him.

You don't regret the times with him that were amazing and soft and exciting. You just regret being fooled into thinking that your life would always be that way. Your regret slips into your nightmares, but you're suddenly awakened by the sound of the landline beside your bed.

You snatch the phone off of the receiver and wait for whoever is on the other line to speak. When they don't, you whisper,

"Hello?"

"Y/n," you hear an unfamiliar, tired voice on the other end. "You need to come home."

Fear slips into your heart, and your hands begin to shake. You've been found out.

"Y/n, sweetheart, listen to me. Your family needs you. I need you to keep Ran sane."

"So he can murder and extort?" you wonder. "For you?"

"Please don't make this difficult. I'll be sending one of my advisors to come to get you in the morning. Don't fight him. He's not someone who will give you much mercy."

"No," you whisper. "No, I won't be going with your advisor. I want you to fire Ran so we can raise our baby safely and in peace."

A pause.

"There's no such thing as absolute safety for a Haitani man or woman."

"I suppose that we will have to figure it out for ourselves, huh?"

[the-fall-of-armie-hammer]

I woke up to my inbox bursting with the same sort of message about the latest insanity, so for the sake of sparing everyone the repetition, here's my "answer":

Is anyone surprised she is now dragging Tim into this? I can't believe it took her this long tbh and have been waiting for the bomb to drop since the Time article. She's tried before so it was bound to happen and it's infuriating. She knows Tim has nothing to do with her situation or Armie, at all. But as I have said here many times before- hurt people hurt people and bad things happen to bad people.

What exactly is she implying Tim "knew"? There's a huge difference between knowing someone is a cheater versus knowing they r*ped/abused someone. Tim knowing Armie was into BDSM isn't the same as knowing he violated and abused women. Is she claiming Armie casually confessed to Tim what he had done to her? Tim wasn't there the night this happened. If he had been, he would be under investigation as accomplice or worse. Gloria would certainly have made sure everyone and their brother knew too.

I understand Effie likely hoped for a more victim-leaning comment from Tim when finally asked and to that extent, I wish he had made himself more clear as well, but again- this isn't his fight and it isn't on him to somehow make it okay for anyone involved.

Effie wanting to stir the pot in this way is just another example of her undermining her own case. She's done it in a million different ways before and will probably continue to do so because she isn't well. Whether that is due to trauma or something else all together is not my place to say but it is how I view the situation.

Of course, by simply posting this, Armie stans will say I still blindly support Effie and I'll never believe a bad word against Tim and at this moment, they are right. I do support Effie and the other women involved, but it doesn't mean that I necessarily like them. If Effie, or anyone else, comes forward with receipts and other people to back up this claim, I will be hard pressed not to believe it. That's the difference too many are trying to exploit here. The false equivalency of her claims against Armie to now this obvious lashing out with nothing to prove or back it up.

As for the lovely people banging on that I am partially responsible for all of this, lol. Don't shoot the messenger. I didn't write any of this news, I simply reported it. Maybe look to the man at the center of it all. The lying, cheating, abusive, alcohol/drug-addicted absent father who had the poor taste to choose to be involved with these types of women. The one that arrogantly proclaimed 2021 would bow before him, only to spend the entirety of it hiding like the coward he is and rolling over to lose every job and opportunity he had instead of using that booming voice to fight for himself.

10 months, lads. Months and months of a still-ongoing police investigation.

Tell me again- whose fault this is?

[princeescaluswords]

When did I ever say that Scott did no wrong? In fact, to quote from above -- "Was Scott wrong? Yes, but you have so little empathy for Scott, you can forgive Stiles for lying to everyone and for saying that cruel-ass shit to Scott, but you can't forgive Scott for making a mistake and believing that Stiles would be willing to kill to protect his dad." -- what part of that sentence do you interpret me as saying Scott can do no wrong? When I describe Scott as making a mistake, how do you come to that conclusion?

Scott did many things wrong throughout the series: he lied to his mother out of fear, he hid what was going on with Kira's fox spirit out of fear, he tried to keep Allison safe when she didn't want to be, he messed up when it came to Stiles's possession, among other mistakes.

But that admission is not enough for people like the OP. If I don't let them say "I hate Scott for believing Theo and having so little faith in Stiles, but I love Stiles, even though he had so little faith in Scott that he hid self-defense from him (and every other person in the pack) and worked with Theo rather than tell other people," I'm somehow turning Scott into the Redeeming Christ. What people want me to say is that any one is justified in hating Scott while loving Derek and Peter or Theo. They want me to stay that Stiles is ENTITLED to lie and hit and be cruel but if Scott makes a mistake, fandom gets to call his entire heroism into question. They want me to say that Scott deserves to get beaten to the point of death by Liam. It's false equivalence by a bunch of people so fascinated by the nearest white bad boy that they have to tear down the hero of color to make themselves feel better.

You did it too, because no one FORCED Liam to be in Scott's pack. There was a literal scene where Scott said he didn't have to be, remember?

Scott: If you don't want to be with us, that's okay. But don't push your friends away too.

That's from a Promise to the Dead (4x11). Compare that with how Stiles talks to Liam. Compare that to how Derek and Peter dealt with their betas. But if I dare to say that Scott was better than those two violent white men, to the fandom, it's equivalent to me saying he's flawless. I have never said that and I've never heard any Scott fan seriously say he didn't make mistakes.

When fandom attacks me because "we think Scott's flawless" it means one thing: they want us to let them hate Scott for not kissing every white male ass in a tri-county area. My point is that Scott's mistakes -- and I've said that he's made them over and over again -- are not sufficient to remove him from the position of hero and make him the equal of Derek and Peter. He's the hero of the show, and it's sour grapes when people try to turn his mistakes into reasons to make him the asshole.

Here's a bet for you. I can list half-a-dozen scenes where someone demands that Scott save someone. Not just implied, but outright stated that Scott has to do something. Not to get something in return, not to feel better about himself but another character demanding Scott be the hero.

In return, find me one scene where someone insists that Stiles has to risk his life or give up his freedom for no other reason but to help others. I'll wait.

But sure, Scott's mistakes make him the bad friend.

When it comes down to it Teen Wolf is Scott’s story. But as the show goes on you start to see the story through other peoples eyes and it can make you wonder if Scott is really the hero we’re supposed to believe he is. Whether or not you like him or his character, it’s his story and in his story he is the hero.

If it was done from Derek’s perspective he would have been the hero. And the same goes for any of the other characters. And we would still have the discussion about whether or not they deserved to be the hero. If they had earned that title.

We can all be the hero in our own story and the villain in someone else’s. Every character from every tv show, movie or book will have both fans and haters and we’re all entitled to our own opinions, just don’t try to shove them down other peoples throats.

I can understand why people like Scott, I know he had some good traits and good moments, but personally I don’t care for him. I know he’s not perfect and I know none of the others are either, but some character flaws are easier to look past.

I will say, too, I do the think the writers could have done a much better job with Scott. While they had good moments there were also moments that just made it impossible for me to really like his character.

[angiekurosaki]

😕

So, the appointment was last Monday and I still have mixed thoughts. It began with the doctor texting me to ask if we could reschedule the appointment at 8pm instead of 6pm because of technological reasons and I was like 'hmmm not a good way to begin'. Shouldn't you have checked it out time before the said hour? I thought 'how unprofessional'. I worried about getting scammed cause I had already made the payment! Anyway, after replying that it was ok, and better if it was earlier, he ended up calling me at 6:10... Hmmm.

To be honest, I felt unsure with this new doctor, although he made more questions that the previous psychiatrist and kind of listened to my comments about ocd, I didn't feel he was "The Psychiatrist" that the web reviews described. I still felt restricted by time. The appointment lasted around 30 mins as well, which I'm beginning to think it's the norm for psychiatrists 😒. Honestly, I don't think 30 mins is enough when it comes to mental health issues. But what do i know. Anyway. Also, he answered with an 'oh ok, not a big deal' attitude stating that everybody deals with anxiety and ocd during covid. I realized probably videocalls are not the best option in medicine, for me, al least, but it is the only option available. It was so embarrasing to explain a little bit about my phobias and anxiety :( cause I'm aware people don't have the thoughts i have. It was beyond umcomfortable. And I felt so ashamed and jugded... like if I had to explain that I'm in a really bad place, that I had to justify myself.

In the end he basically told me that:

yeah, that if I'm not hearing voices and if I don't want to kill myself, there's no use for the risperidone, so I should take it only at nights.

That flouxetine takes a lot of time to work but that probably that's not the best medicine for ocd. He said that we will change it to sertraline later but it's better to wait and take all the capsules I still have.

And prescribed me hydroxyzine, an antihistamine that also works for anxiety (only temporal)

When the videocall ended I felt extremely confused, like what do I do next? Do I take his recommendation? Is this gonna work? Can I trust this doctor? If I keep trying with him and doesn't work out in the end, I will be wasting money!

I felt so frustrated and disappointed that I wanted to cry. I didn't know if it was better to go back to the previous doctor, who gives me a false sense of confidence because he's from a private hospital.

In the end, and after thinking a lot, I decided to continue with this new one, mostly because he's cheaper (almost half of price)... I hate to have to make decisions based on money, but that's everything I can do right now. So, whenever someone tells you money doesn't buy happiness, they are lying, my friend, at least it buys health or opportunites to improve your health. Anyway, I bought the new pills and I'm taking them but I don't feel much different, I don't believe they are working a lot.

In addition, I find this whole process of seeking help extremely overwhelming. I don't longer have control of my tiredness as the meds cause me to feel more drowsy. I'm starting to question if this is a worthwhile process. I can't continue having faith in getting better to live my life. It doesn't seem plausible now. I think I'll have to settle for any slight and minimal improvement and call it a day. I'm so tired of myself, of my own mind, that I can't expect to experience a full recovery journey now. If in the future I'm able to just get my head above water, that will be enough, not gonna expect more.

Sometimes. I just want to go back to precovid times, when I still had a daily routine that implied going to the university and talking with people, I want to go back to when I wasn't this bad, or when I was in treatment and I had a possibility of improvement. When I could have my mind clear. I have nothing left now. I'm so exhausted from everything and myself. Some days I don't want to face the day because everything is too much. And of course I'm aware that everything is in my head but I can't help it. Like, being sick is awfully enough and we have to add the anxiety and stress of seeing doctors and more. As if the illness by itself weren't shameful and tiring enough. In ocassions I think that if I lived in a first world country, I had already signed myself up into a psych ward by now.

In short, I still need to wait for my next appointment on Friday to see if I have my meds changed and adjusted.

Again I'm oversharing but it seems that's what I do, so whatever.

I'm really sorry if you have to read this :( but I needed to get it out of my chest somehow.

I have a virtual appointment with another new psychiatrist on Monday and I really hope to get better with that one as the meds I'm currently taking don't seem to be working. I realized that I don't have why to stick to the previous one if I don't feel comfortable and he wasn't even taking time to explain to me well. Although I'm nervous and it's a videocall as the doctor is in another city, I seriously praying to improve. I've been doing my best but sadly that isn't enough. This week I felt bad cause I heard that one of my friends who also deals with anxiety, was able to get a job meanwhile I'm here being a complete mess. But also it's pointless to negate my current unwell situation. So, yeah, hope everything improves soon in my life. 😕