#and as long as the person you are communicating with isn’t a straight up asshole

[mxtxfanatic]

I’m making a PSA for all my English-as-second-language followers/engagers: stop apologizing to me for your English. Stop apologizing to me for your English. I promise you that you type in English a lot more legibly than I do in any other language. I promise you that you type in English a lot more legibly than some people who have only ever known to speak, read, and write in English. And if they have the confidence to communicate in English regardless of and unapologetic about the quality of it, then so should you!

Also, all of y’all sound great. I have never interacted with a single person in this fandom yet who used English as a non-native language who I couldn’t understand. Y’all are already doing great!

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

I’m glad you’re back with your criticisms, I’ve always like reading them because you make extremely valid points.

I know I’m only one person, but as a BKDK shipper I’m so sorry about how we treat other people within this fandom. It’s like you can’t even have an opinion here anymore without someone knocking you down. And yes, all my BKDK thoughts are completely fanon and personal interpretations, but canon Bakugo is an asshole and it should be talked about, because the fact of the matter is that Izuku SHOULDNT forgive him and anything he’s done to him.

When it comes to shipping in the MHA community, I don’t think it’s solely a BkDk problem. The reason I rag on BkDk Stans is cause they’re the loudest and have the most influence over the fandom. The shipping wars and the harassment that comes from it is more of a problem with the MHA fandom. There’s nothing wrong with shipping something, but people have to learn when to separate fiction from reality. For example, you know that your ship isn’t canon and your thoughts are from personal interpretations and your own head-canons. In the same vein, my favorite MHA ship has not interacted a single time from what I can recall and I only ship it cause I like both the characters in it and because of my own head-canons. Liking a ship isn’t the problem as long as you can differentiate between canon and non-canon while also respecting opinions that differ from yours. The MHA fandom somehow doesn’t quite understand this. I’d say it’s cause they’re young teens, but I’ve seen grown ass adults obsess over ships as if it’s their lifelines.

To really emphasize on the unhealthiness of MHA’s shipping community, let’s pick on the two biggest groups, BkDk Stans and IzuOcha Stans, cause ultimately, the two communities are different sides of the same coins. Reminder that I’ll be talking about Stans, not fans.

BkDk Stans are, simply put, delusional. Never have I seen a group of stans insist that their non-canon ship is canon more than I have BkDk stans. They’re the champions of mental gymnastics and they’ll do everything they can to argue why BkDk is endgame. They make shit up about both characters (such as how Katsuki bullied Izuku to protect him and how Izuku deserves to be bullied) and are so wrapped up in their fantasies that they ignore canon evidence. In fact, they become outright hostile towards it and will lash out immediately if someone even mentions they don’t like the ship outside of their bubbles. It’s as if criticizing the ship is like criticizing someone’s religion. They also have huge victim complexes too. You call one out for being a dick to you and there’ll be a swarm of them harassing you instead.

If BkDk Stans are delusional, IzuOcha stans are arrogant. They know IzuOcha’s the endgame ship, and it causes them to have a superiority complex. They look down on other ships for not being canon. If you say you don’t like IzuOcha, they’ll slam you with evidence of why it’s canon. Part of their drive comes from homophobia too. MHA’s fandom has a lot of gay shippings, most of them revolving around Izuku. IzuOcha stans see this and will immediately point out that Izuku is straight as another “haha gotcha” and “this is why IzuOcha’s the best” moment. Sure, in canon you can say Izuku is straight, but why does that matter? If people wanna make him gay, trans, etc. in their own fanfics, there’s nothing wrong with that. Whereas BkDk stans are too wrapped up in their delusions, IzuOcha stans are too wrapped up with canon and won’t let people do what they want.

Ultimately, MHA has a huge problem with the culture around shipping. Something about the series makes people go bonkers when it comes to shipping in ways that exceed fandoms with similar issues such as Danganronpa and Undertale.

[nahisummerhold]

Diary… nope

Nahi reported in and was taken with the others on a tour of Dornogal. Her main impression? Square. Never before had she been in such a straight edged place and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Maybe it was just too much stone, considering their hosts in the city it made sense, but that didn’t mean it was a place that she connected with. Suddenly she was hit with a pang of bone deep loss for her home and gardens in Dalaran, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then continued on with a calm demeanor.

The debriefing was interesting, there was a lot of information taken in, much of it was memorized so she could process it later The most distinct impression on her was how people reacted to the list of those missing and presumed dead, she didn’t know any of them, of course, but it touched her just the same.

There was some surprise to see people she knew there, she had expected Dice but Fio and Kai were as well. Her first thought was not to go to them, she was trying to put her performer habits aside and worried she would greet them as she normally did. High energy, overly friendly and a bit distracted didn't seem like good qualities for a mercenary crew, nor were they something she felt she could keep up day to day with people she was living closely with. 

It had been a decision she made over the past couple of weeks that she would work to be authentic more often. The showman public face was still there, it would always be a big part of who she was, but she did not want to separate the two sides as a way of life any longer. In almost fifteen years only her family, and recently a handful of friends, got to see the confident, down to earth, woman she had become through her mother’s injury and the aftermath, it might be time to let others know more of her.

When they were sent on their way to their temporary quarters, she settled in, then went outside to just people watch. It did not take long before she felt a little closed in by all the stone and considered going out further to see the land but didn’t feel like being kicked out for breaking rules on day one. To keep her wandering feet settled she reached out for her recent support system, taking out her family communicator, she clicked on her second to last text.

Nahi: Nave you made it to Khaz Algar?

Pathyn: Hey you! Yeah we are here and scouting.

N: What did you think of the city? P: It is rocky blocky.

N: Oh Sun bless! Thank you! I know rocks are natural and I have been living in floating cities, but it feels so artificial here.

P: The wilds are pretty, if you can ignore the random grouping of nerubians.

N:  Isn’t the point of us being here to not ignore them?

P: Don’t be so literal. Did you find my gift? If not, check your pack.

Getting up and heading back to the space she claimed, she dug to the bottom of her pack and found a book. Folding into a cross legged seat on the floor, she looked through it finding only blank pages.

N: Is this for Kyean? Written in magical ink or something? Did you mix us up?

P: No, I didn't buy him a going to war present. He is very jealous by the way, he wishes you texted him instead.

N: He has no reason to be, I don’t answer to him and you don’t want to fuck me anyway.

P: Well, now that you are not going home with so many assholes… Kyean just threw a rock at my head. Alright I read what I was typing out loud, I deserved that.

N: Asshole… Get back to the book, what is this for?

P: Him or me? Never mind, I know that both is the answer. It is a journal.

N: I am not keeping a diary, do I look like a diary person?

P: You wrote out notes and questions on the flair bartending, do the same with this experience. Ask me, ask Kye, ask people you are there with, or just figure out the answers on your own. Take notes on what you learn or see that you want to remember. 

N: Hmmm you have a point. Thank you Path.

P: I am always right. Sorry Nahi I have to go, be safe.

N: You be safe, I am in town.

There wasn’t a reply so she set her comm aside and picked up the journal, looking at the blank pages for a while before it dawned on her what she wanted to write first. Flipping to the back page she wrote the names of those missing, presumed dead.

@themercenaries

[campgender]

ROY KENT? toxic masculinity-roy fuckin kent? oh hell nah, sorry in advance, this is gonna be long, you just jinxed yourself mentioning that. ;_; whoever said that did NOT watch enough of that boy because his masculinity is beautiful and there's genuinely nothing toxic about it at all. like, we did not watch him suck all his bitchiness up to have a relationship with his girl just for him to get called toxic. not to mention...

FIRST on my list of his display's of butchness: this is Roy "I gave my girlfriend head while she watched a video of me crying my head off" fuckin Kent! Y'all are not gonna pin him for toxic masculinity, c'mon. If that ain't the most butch-ass shit I've ever heard of...

SECOND: I'd put a lot more weight into the suggestion of toxic masculinity if he'd stayed the way he'd been at the beginning of the show but this is a man who grew a fuck-ton even in just the first couple episodes, not to mention throughout the show (which I haven't finished).

He's not a bully, which is surprising for such a hyper-masculine character. Hair as far as the eye can see, with a beard, furry thighs and arms, a low growly voice-But for all his swearing and other foul language, he isn't a bully. He doesn't pretend, he says no, and he sets clear boundaries, but even with children who he has loads of power over, he's very careful to never cross the line into bullying. He jokes, clearly knowing the children, barking orders and playing ball. He has a niece and even though he doesn't understand the book wrinkle in time, he reads it to her and only after getting three quarters through does he go to ted to demand what the fuck its supposed to be about.

THIRD: the way sometimes he looses speech and yet he STILL. FUCKING. COMMUNICATES. beautiful. Which rolls straight into FOUR, which is the way he communicates! He's very clear, very blunt, obviously. But its not just that. Its how as we get to know Roy Kent, more and more, we see how when he gets overwhelmed or annoyed, he often steps back from the situation so that he doesn't blow his temper at someone he likes or someone who doesn't deserve it...which is very, dare I say it? chivalrous! Its not a word you think when you think of roy kent, but he is! He's chivalrous! He isn't quite comfortable around rebecca, think of early season 2, but when he sees she needs it, he tells her she deserves the goddamn world in a partner, not just "fine", and he didn't tell her that because he had to! Keeley would've left it and he could've gotten away with a minimal answer. He told her because she deserved to hear it and he knew that and he's a fucking kind person!

just like that time at the end of season 1 when he and keeley were photographed by that man and he stole the photos and then handed them to keeley and gave the man back his camera. he could've smashed the fuckin camera. he's exactly the type of person to smash the camera! but he didn't. why? because they cost a shit-ton of money and because he wanted keeley to have photos of their first date. ;_; its called CHIVALRY. which. is. BUTCH. AS. FUCK. need i go on?

roy kent's masculinity is beautiful, it's a joy to behold, it's butch as hell, thank you, i hope you don't mind me dropping an essay in your askbox, sorry abt that.

OH SHIT YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED IT. you haven’t seen what they did to my bestie in the finale 😭😭 how they MALIGNED his NAME — if you do watch it come hmu though bc holy shit am i still livid.

anyway. yes to all of this!!!!! especially how he communicates while also losing speech <3333 i get so fucking upset every time someone calls him repressed bc like. he literally isn’t!!! he’s very aware of & in touch with his emotions!!!!!!!!!! what he is is stoic & it’s bc 1) he’s autistic 2) y’all are assholes. like. i feel like fucking crying every time i think about the scene in s1 when he’s just been benched: keeley’s excited but kind of impatient “oh, so you are ready to talk about real stuff now!!” and the way it makes it seem like a bad thing for him to need some time to process. & then her really sarcastic & dismissive response when he says how scared he is of losing what the entire fucking country has made his sole identity:

I think men that feel sorry for themselves are so sexy. And if you start telling me how hard it is that you play a game for a living, I think I might come.

i see fucking red!!!!!!! the show multiple times (including in the finale) belittles his feelings and/or throws away his characterization and then treats that like a #Feminist moment. & like in the previous example, yeah keeley prompts phoebe to say how she sees roy & that’s a sweet moment, but keeley never actually apologizes or says how she sees or thinks of roy outside of sex.

& then in s3 honestly his apology letter to her made me feel ill. like there’s a difference between owning your shit — which i do think she deserved an apology for him breaking up with her out of nowhere — and saying everything is your fault. that’s not growth, that’s still self-hatred. and like i understand keeley was going through a lot but i don’t think it was fair to him for him to confess his love & her fuck him while like. presumably knowing she doesn’t want to get back together.

i’m also so fucking livid about the show comparing roy and FUCKING RUPERT????? in that scene, again for some sort of shallow #GirlBoss moment. fuck that fuck the writers fuck like most of the fan attitudes i’ve seen.

also the way the “roy is sorry for not understanding keeley” scene is played — yeah, he should’ve communicated better, but she just started yelling at him out of nowhere & revealed she’d been complaining about him being clingy to all their colleagues. and she never apologizes for not talking to him sooner & her bottling her feelings until she exploded at him???? instead he apologizes for doing….. something she’d never told him she had a problem with.

i’m working on a fic about this aspect but the show has no fucking sympathy for his becoming disabled and it’s so transparent. obviously ted lasso in general is really bad at acknowledging systemic issues — “just be a goodfish!!” :))) — it’s a liberal show & you should overcome adversity by individual work ie therapy & forgiving your oppressors. but like there’s literally no acknowledgment after that scene when he gets shut down by keeley in s1 of how ableism affects roy’s self-image.

as a disabled person whose mobility impairment started with a knee issue in sports, i also think the show did a fucking shit job with his disability in general. like they played it for a laugh — you might not have watched 3x11 yet so feel free to skip this paragraph but “i played injured all the time / you can’t go up stairs!!” followed by jamie still playing injured to, what, make a point about forgiveness?? shows how fucking seriously they took that, and roy was walking up stairs earlier in that very episode.

similarly, “everybody run to the bus… except roy!” earlier in s3 was an emotional moment for me bc like oh they’re acknowledging how this affects his life!! …..and then they showed him running (on pavement!!!) with jamie all the fucking time. like sure not every knee issue is the same as mine, okay, whatever, but either be consistent or throw in a line about him having a good day today or something. jesus fucking christ it’s so ableist & careless & disrespectful.

anyway my hot take is that as they’re written, keeley & roy shouldn’t be together not because, as brenden fucking hunt put it, “he has work he needs to do on himself first,” but because she doesn’t respect him & fundamentally you can’t make compromises with people who think how you are is wrong.

i do really like keeley especially in s1, i think a lot of this is fuck-ups on the writers’ parts that keeley were she a real person either wouldn’t have done or would’ve apologized for. but as it’s written? fucking yikes.

anyway that got really off track from your thoughts lol but i absolutely adored reading this, it was a delight & i would love to hear more any time 💓💓💓

[marcyclone]

new hc + ships post bc my old one was long and unorganised

im going to be organising them by fandom so you can pick out the ones you actually care about and adding more on as i inevitably get into more musicals and i’ll try to keep it shorter than last time for each category ok go:

Ride the Cyclone🎢

ships:

SPACERAPS!! perfectsugardolls (separate or poly), nischa, oscha kinda cute ngl wiggles my eyebrows at it, lambcest

head(lol)canons:

(Per character)

Ocean: trans (masc or fem depending on my mood), undiagnosed mental disability, parents are abusive, developed anorexia because there’s never any food at her house. loves animals, becomes stressed if she feels like she doesn’t have control over her surroundings, can’t cook because no one taught her how, scratches her arms habitually, has abundant arm hair regardless of agab

Noel: views ocean as a little sister, insults people to show affection, his mother is an alcoholic and extremely homophobic and has intentionally frightened him with threats of aids if he does as much as kiss another man. picks at his cuticles a lot, also doesn’t know how to cook but is trying to self teach so he can provide for ocean

Mischa: talia is wicked abusive, his parents prefer not to even see him, he essentially vaporises the thought of potentially being bisexual before it even crosses his mind. the more hats he’s wearing at once, the more hyper he is. forward facing hat means trouble.

Penny: autistic, doesn’t think even once before speaking, says things that are usually rude or out of pocket or straight up disturbing and morally reprehensible without even thinking, has a slew of fucked up sexual fantasies due to her exposure to similar things in the commune, self harms to control her restlessness and less to cope with depression, DOES know how to cook

Ricky: pansexual, hyper, teases and makes snarky comments to show affection, gets snippy with ocean too easily, very sexual person in general, craves and requires physical affection, becomes absolutely overjoyed when anyone includes him in anything

Constance: allergic to cats, lesbian but refuses to label herself because she thinks lesbian is a bad word, burns herself on the café kitchen appliances, lips are often swollen due to biting, has gotten a lot quieter and more reserved over time since ocean made the choir

Heathers❤️💛💚💙

Ships:

JDronica, chansaw, mac x Veronica, mac x duke (if you think im going to write the actual ship names with my own two thumbs you’re wrong), Kurt x ram??? kum???

Headcanons:

Veronica: sits really weird, every time she sits on a wide seat like her bed or a sofa she sits butterfly legged with the soles of her feet pressed together, started saying ‘very’ ironically to mock chandler and it ended up becoming part of her vocabulary, has an affection for reptiles, wants a monitor lizard desperately, throws things when she’s upset, likes to hear things make loud noises

Chandler: only actually likes veronica, really she just tolérâtes her, low-key admires Veronica because Veronica is a senior, there’s no motive for her personality she just is actually an asshole, needs to be in control and if she isn’t she freaks the fuck out, ‘tried out’ bulimia too because she was honestly jealous of dukes figure, now has a vomit kink

Mac: transfem, is technically above duke in the pecking order but acts like she’s at the bottom, cuts her ankles only and picks her skin off all over her body, tends to get anxious when she feels literally any extreme emotion, terrified of chandler and would probably be a really funny person to be around if she wasn’t trapped under chandlers thumb, lets duke spend time with her bird

Duke: constantly jealous of everyone around her, miserable home life, abusive parents AND brother, wants to have pets but her parents won’t let her, vents to Tweety to the point he has become her personal therapist and she will literally break into Mac’s bedroom just to talk to him, likes to draw but no one cares or shows interest so she doesn’t do it even though she’s really good at it

JD: he’s literally just insane, dad is orin scrivello (joking… kind of; he is in spirit), works out excessively to the point he overexhausts his body, really likes winter, likes ice in general, his pet hamster is named Pringle and is the only reason he stays on this god forsaken planet, id give him a sexuality but honestly he just likes anyone he can abuse and take control over, consent? who’s that?

Mean Girls🔥📔

Ships:

Regina x Gretchen, Janis x Kevin is low-key cute af, Cady x Gretchen, Karen x Seth (JOKING)

Headcanons:

Regina: has a bit of repressed homosexuality at any given time but it doesn’t affect her too much, actual hypersexual but in the unhealthy way, physically, sexually and mentally abusive and manipulative towards Gretchen specifically, actually enjoys being insulted and degraded, genuinely loves animals

Gretchen: will put up with anything from Regina as long as she gets praise from her, very easily manipulated, "straight" but will fold for anyone with authority over her, acts sexual to fit in with Regina but doesn’t really like sex in general, will literally be raped by whoever is in charge of her and thank them afterwards

Karen: is actually just having fun, has no idea how she got in the clique, she’s just being silly, no clue where she is most of the time, likes dogs, she’s a pretty sexual person but she switches between owning it and being embarrassed of if, confident in her abilities to do anything which actually makes her really great at picking up new hobbies

Cady: observing animals has given her an insatiable desire to lead a pack, really likes monkeys, very autistic, makes jokes that no one fucking understands because she sounds like this🤓, is also abusive to Gretchen when she’s in charge of her but a lot less than Regina (she doesn’t rape her is basically the only difference)

[edvinception]

I’m annoyed at these asks because this is what people were saying about kit! Ugh. I’m older than edvin and I was confused abt my sexuality at his age, I didn’t know enough about what I wanted to say anything and I’m not famous. Also, why do people’s interests/personalities have to align with our sexual orientation?? Where is the connection there? Where are the rules that state you can only say/do this if you’re queer? I understand the concept of queer baiting, but people have taken it too far. For queerbaiting it has to be very obvious, very “look at me look at me! I’m doing this because I want the queer community to let me be apart of something I’m not actually a part of! Let me in! I will be a voice for the gays!” Like edvin doesn’t act like this he is just himself?? The ONLY reason people are thinking about this is because he is in a queer show. If he got just as popular playing a straight character they would not pay him the attention regarding this. Let people dress/act how they want if it is who they are!!! Let him figure himself out let him tell people what he wants to tell. We don’t know anything about what he is thinking or feeling and that is how he wants it. It’s non of our business and he isn’t hurting anyone he’s a person. I would really hate to see what happened to kit happen to anyone else. These people think they’re supporting queer people but they’re hurting them, and scaring them for no reason. Anyways rant over. I just can’t believe what I am hearing after what we just saw with kit. Makes me sad.

I agree. The thing is anon doesn't care about what happened to Kit. It's truly horrible and should have been a wake up call but the thing is the people who forced him to come out will probably not care because they are that entitled.

I don't know. I think that pisses me off the most. I thought we were past that? Ir feels like a false sense of I'm even woker than you but in reality you're just an asshole.

And yes, couldn't agree more. I don't really think real people can queerbait unless they are as you say very obvious and adamant about it. But Edvin is not. He's just being himself, or so it feels like. And that he feels comfortable in himself. And that's not something to be criticised because at that young age so many people struggle with being true to themselves due to external and internal pressure.

And yes again. They don't feel genuine in their support because it's conditioned. As long as you obey to their own set rules which are completely ridiculous and offensive, you're fine. But of you are not you're called out. It's stupid.

Noone deserves to be treated like Kit were and I hope to god it won't happen again.

[slayerfruit]

(DISCLAIMER: Cott’s personality has not been heavily documented! Writer interpretation is IN PLAY and is TERRIBLY INDULGENT AND I’M MAKING YOU SEE IT. THIS ANON POST INCLUDES FAIL[GENDER NEUTRAL] POV. And like. Body hair. transGirl-dick (epic). HONKERS (little bit). Minor Anal sex. (excessive?) Burping. Weight Gain too. A bizarre combination of the first and last thing. I’m so sorry. Your candy duo is my current hyper-fixation. I will not bear it in silence.)

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There’s a pass underneath your seat.

This is not the first time you’ve come to one of these shows, nor have you shown up to every one. The signal for a show being almost ready is pretty subtle, given the show-runners less than legal activities, and so you often miss the performance days. Still, you try to come every chance you get. The duo is genuinely pretty funny. And uh... Quite good looking too, even when they aren’t actively emphasizing it by doing more sensual acts.

This isn’t one of those acts. This one’s straight comedy, all clean and natural as can be in this OSHA-defying carnival, and you’ve got a pass underneath your seat. Your seat is the important part. This place, as obscurity is a necessity in the now, isn’t really… packed. Anyone is free to sit anywhere, and there are a good number of seats to pick from, most in pretty good condition. You sit on the third row, middle column, 3 seats to the left. Every. Time. And there’s a pass underneath your seat.

You pick it up. You are the only one in this particular row of seats, and so you see no issue in taking a closer look at it, putting the actual show aside for a moment. A red/pink gradient card, VIP BACKSTAGE on it’s front in bright, yellow letters. You turn it over and feel your face flush crimson as you are faced with a surprisingly well made portrait of Cottol.ine giving a thumbs up as several thoughts cycle:

She’s naked.

She doesn’t even fit in the card frame.

You are almost certain she drew this herself. It’s also got your name on it.

You quickly stuff the card into a jacket pocket so to hide it. You… HAD heard about these prior, although none of the people who got them ever gave anything but a smile and an unwavering front to anyone who wanted to know about what they were about, or why they showed up late to their apartments with sugar coating their lips. It might be a sex thing. Maybe not. Again, only people who have received them before know and they won’t say anything.

The show continues, and you do try to actually watch the show you came here to see. The pass feels like red coals in your pocket though, burning with your curiosity as you wonder what you are in for after the show concludes. What could it be? Why you?

The show doesn’t take too much longer to conclude, and with a little flourish Cand.yman slides back and swishs the curtains shut with a twist of his wrist. The spotlights flicker and dim as the functioning walkway LEDs light the way out of the main stage.

The first act has closed.

(/Cheeky) > Y/N: Begin Act 2.

You are! You’ve just got to manifest the courage to actually. Step through the Backstage doors? There’s nobody else around right now, the end of the show prompting an easy exit from everyone else. You are alone.

...But probably not for long. You psych yourself up the best you can and push open the doors, noting that these have actually been oiled as to remain silent. You gently lead the doors shut, now standing on the other side. You’ve got a choice now between two doors. Two nameplates. Cand.yman or Cottol.ine? …..You would feel like an asshole if you opened Cand.y’s door first while having a pass with Cottol.ine on it, so this is a really easy decision. You grab the door handle- and fall flat on your face as the door swings open, having never been closed. You hear a slight gasp from overhead as your body meets wood and proceeds to commune in the language of mild pain.

“Oh my goodness! Are you okay?” A soft yet chipper voice somewhat tinted with worry says, one that you could not possible put to anyone except the sugar lady herself. You flick a thumbs up in the direction the voice came from and shake out a general reassurance before pushing yourself up on your knees- and freezing at the sight that awaits you.

You… okay. Everyone has some theories on how it is that the candy performers can adjust size, body type, parts… you were not quite prepared to see Cottol.ine just. Lying on a cushion. Swallowing from a tube. A tube connected to a tank simply labeled “Sugar”. A few grains slip from her lips and onto her sleeves as her cheeks bulge before she gulps it down, still looking at you as it seems to go down her throat- and then, soon as it would have hit the stomach, Cottol.ine’s thin show-body starts to lose that thinness.

You watch her, amazed as takes another full mouthful of sugar.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp…

And swallows again, causing her whole body to plump up. The blueish-yellow leggings she is wearing push down as her legs and thighs as to emulate the example being set by her ass, which is taking a nice swig of fresh air out from under her current polka-dot dress. Her stomach, still covered, begins to show itself in a curve under the dress as her breasts push out themselves, nipples visible through the bra as they make themselves very apparent.

Another. Another. Another. She reaches down to briefly remove her shoes before tugging her leggings off, putting them aside just as her legs thicken out again. Her dress decides that attempting to hide this ladies gut is a lost cause, and simply elevates itself to reveal a now pudgy midriff, adorned with a multitude of soft white hairs. Having given up covering her lower half too, you can now catch a clear glimpse of solid, heavy girl-bulge as her underwear is pulled tight from her widening backside. Her breasts, until now still a suggestion, burst from under the hidden bra with a SnnnnRCK as they flop freely against the now barely worn dress.

She holds up a finger, silencing the nonexistent things you had to say about this situation as she goes through just a little more.

GULP. GULP. GULP…

One more decisive swallow, a flick of a nearby switch to “off”, and Cottol.ine quickly reaches down and yanks the dress up fully over her boobs- just as they flop down and smack against her gut, surpassing “head” and making their way confidently towards proper “melon” size. Said gut takes a jaunt over her thickening thighs, and threatens (but could never succeed) at obscuring her thickening girlcock, forming a delicious fuzzy overhang over her thighs. If you had any mental ram left, you might comment on her ass wobbling back there too. As it stands, you are currently soft rebooting instead. She takes the opportunity to remove the hose from her mouth, hooking it onto a nearby- well. Hook, before refocusing on your dumbfounded expression that you are sure makes you look sufficiently foolish. She opens her mouth and says “Welcome to the-” before her cheeks bulge out and she lets out a HwOOooooooourp. “Oops! Sorry. Welcome to the VIP Treatment!”

> Y/N: For your own sanity (and the reader’s frustration), take an Intermission.

In an effort to dislodge some of the awkward tension that you don’t think anyone other than you is currently experiencing, you open your mouth and blurt the first reasonable question that comes to mind: “Do you spend a lot of time back here chugging raw sugar by yourself?”

...You quickly fight an extremely strong urge to walk out of the room and obliterate yourself at a nearby alien obelisk. She doesn’t seem to be offended though. “It’s not preferred, but it works! The fun way is to just indulge yourself in sweets and well crafted food and laze about for weeks- but for shows that takes a little too much- HwwWooourp -time. Sugar accomplishes the same thing for us candy-made entities that lard would do for you! ...Without the awful taste, of course.”

She reaches down and grips a bit of gut in her hands, shaking it and wobbling her entire fuzzy gut. “This body proportion is just a little bit more… comfortable for me right now. Normally I’d ask if you want something else- But.” She looks you dead in the eyes (as well as someone who’s eyes are theoretical can). “I really think I know the answer to that one already.” You feel like a tomato. It’s probably written everywhere what your answer is. She isn’t quite smug, but there is a self-assurance and calm there that leads you close the door behind you and ask your other question:

“Why me?”

Cottol.ine smiles a little. “It’s really not that complicated. You are cute!” She pauses for a moment and adds “If you are talking about how we choose generally, we just fill a hat with the name of every person who showed up to the show who is our respective types and isn’t transphobic and pull one out.”

Honestly, so valid.

> Y/N: Please just get to the horny. This is going to be such a long post. WE ARE REACHING 4 ACTS IN A ANON ASK. P L E A S E

Fine. You steel yourself. You are going to ask for something enjoyable and not weird. Sex would be good. A typical request. Yeah. Alright. You open your mouth-

“Can I lick your belly fuzz?” FUCK DAMN IT WHY ARE YOU SO BAD AT THIS

“Sure!” She answers easily, cutting your mental chatter into silence. “Would you like a certain flavor? I’ve got a variety of options for this kind of thing.” She brings herself to her feet and thuds herself over to a wall-mounted cabinet, pulling it open to reveal a variety of flavored syrups. You feel a little dumbfounded. This is not unusual. You point out an orange cream-sickle flavor to her and she takes it into one hand and makes her way over to you- before tripping over her leftmost-left foot and planting her gut navel-first on your face. Your are now submerged in belly blubber.

BwoOOOOooooouurp. “Whoops! You alright down there?” You mumble something that sounds affirmative and probably reflects too much of your personal feelings. “Good! Well. Don’t see any reason to get up then!~” You hear a cap being faintly unscrewed before gulping follows, the slight movements of even swallowing causing her gut to shake around your head. Before long, something tickles against your cheeks, and then the other, and then everywhere. She pulls back just enough from the wall to let you see: Her belly is quickly growing orange, fuzzy hair, framing the white hairs from before in a hairy circle as she finishes the syrup and tosses it at a wall (it bounces into a trashcan), letting another BwhooOOoourp-HwooORRP!! directly out at your face in a citrus, sugary cloud. You blink a little. This will never leave your mind.

“SoOooooooOOOurp. Have a taste! It’s all yours!” She wobbles it enticingly at you. At this point, what’s the point in even pretending you do not want to do this? You collide tongue to gut, trying for an area less fuzzy. It tastes… well. Like sugar. You swish your tongue around in the same spot, and realize you can just. Kinda lick anywhere and taste sugar? Exploring, you lick a strip upwards from the navel and meet the white hairs head on.

...Vanilla! You lap all around the navel with this info in mind. This stuff is actually really good. The way the flavor melts in your mouth is so pleasant, you can almost forget you are flicking your tongue out at somebodies gut! Actually, speaking about somebody, you pull back to ask if this is alright- and receive a hand planted on your head immediately. “Shh.” She tells you. “Don’t woOooourprry about it. This is fun.” She’s smiling. Her fingers brush against the back of your head.

...You move your head back down and continue. You drift out from the white section and into the jungle of orange beyond. You make contact- and moan into her fatty middle. That’s so good. This is everything you hoped this would taste like. You flick your tongue around madly, smushing your face into her gut. She giggles overhead, hand brushing over your head as you clear slowly regening hair as if possessed. “Are you having fun there?” She asks you, reaching another hand past her gut and grabbing yours.

...Yours? Her hand on your head incentives you to continue, but you were flat as a board everywhere an hour ago. She traces a finger over a navel of your own (your own!?) and pushes her finger in. As you collide with a new bit of hair to your left, you feel it: Her finger, unmoving, is enveloped. She says in a tone that makes it obvious she’s smiling wide: “I don’t think many people realize what being ‘made of candy’ really means. Would you like to hear a hint?” You murmur a yes into her body.

“You are going to get fat. You are going to lick until yoOOOoouurrpu either retract consent, are too tired to continue, are too big to continue, or I run out of syrup to keep this up. BWOourp.” She pinches your sideflab a little, making you jolt as her words sink in. This is not where you thought this was going, but. But.

...You start licking again, faster in lieu of giving an actual response. Now that you’ve been made aware, you can feel the way your body is padding out as sugary hair dissolves against your tongue. The hand on your head trails down and brushes against your cheek, taking a fingerful of newly acquired fat. You feel your own belly push out, pushing out over your clothes and colliding against her own, still much larger belly. You feel your ass press against the wall behind you, and then spread along it slowly as you swipe across the vast pastures of her hairy fields.

She presses her hand lower hand firmly against your gut, and you note with a tinge of delight that it takes almost no time at all for her hand to be forced backwards, the distance you have to lean forward to get at her gut with your tongue unfortunately not going backwards. You feel your head collide with the beginnings of another chin (how novel!) as you try to lean forwards- but find the task to be too difficult. You try to vocalize, but only let out a desperate whine instead. Cottol.ine takes pity on you, pushing herself to her feet and leaning her gut directly into you and allowing you to continue.

Swish. Flick. You can’t see with her middle coating your vision, but you can certainly feel. You feel your ass pushing you a little out from the wall now, maybe around the range of beach balls if you tried to guess. Your gut flows, and then flows further over itself. It makes impact with something- something that you are almost certain is her dick, fully ready and pressed idly against you. You are too ravenous to care too much- up until something terrible occurs:

Your tongue meets nothing. You’ve exhausted the syrup. As your motions cease, she pulls away from the wall and shows that your assumption is correct, there isn’t a single remaining hair on her entire gut. She turns around and checks it herself in the back mirror before swinging back around and crouching in front of you, almost starry eyed as she exclaims “You did it! Look at you!”, grabbing two chubby cheeks and continuing with “That was a hell of a show! You were a wreck when you came in- and now look at you! This work is allll yours!” She looks you over, and a little slyly adds “Although, you might need some help if you wanna work it off.”

By this point though, you are far away from the future where you have to work all of this off. Right now you are in the present- the present where you are now very optimistic that you can get her dick in your ass. You muscle up all your strength and, shockingly, push your wobbling, sugar-flab body to a stand, step forward towards the bed- and comically trip, falling directly on your gut and eliciting a BwooOOoooooourp! of your own as your belly is squished against the ground. Now faced with the knowledge that you probably can’t get up again, you shake your ass at her and hope that works as substitute for talking.

Apparently it does, because you hear the sound of cloth being moved aside as her freed dick smacks against your thigh. She remains still for a moment though. “I wasn’t kidding when I said ALL of me is candy. Are you sure you want me to do this?” She asks, sounding a little worried for you even as her dick pushes into your legs. You think about it. Really think about it.

You shakily force your chonky arm into a thumbs up.

She grips hold of your ass, pulls herself up- and thrusts in. It takes a moment for it to enter you proper, even at her current size your ass makes for a hefty distance to travel, but once it does you huff as the sensation hits you- and then fails to go any further.

...You aren’t sure why you thought she would be able to properly penetrate you like that. Even still, as her body claps against yours, your buried [SEXUAL OBJECT OF CHOICE] begins to quiver. Even without proper penetration your body is being stimulated by the wobbling of your own lard. Your body flushes as you orgasm. She’s isn’t too far behind- pushing in one more time and

FLOODING

Your insides with a squeak. You feel something enter your backdoor, but much like the very beginning of this whole situation, you realize it’s being converted almost instantly! You feel her dick, still pulsing into your ass, get further and further away as your ass flows outward and taps the ceiling. She bounces onto your gut as it balloons out in all directions before pancaking back down onto the floor, putting you halfway from the ceiling with your gut pushing against all the walls.

...There is a mild possibility you won’t be leaving this room for a while without some serious antics.

[Curtains close on the scene, a hand coming out to grab them before they can finish. Cand.yman himself comes forward. Slips a sign on the curtain, and lets them shut proper. The sign reads:

“2/10, didn’t get enough screen-time over my SIDEKICK.”]

i. gdxfhbmklghndgvxhbdgmklcvxhbmkl oh my God. im at a loss for words here!!! this is extremely generous of you and i thank you so much for this,, im Completely in love with this and is Absolutely one for the books

[suenitos]

AITA

Okay So I have been in a relationship for over half a year. It’s kinda long distance? Like we live around hour and a half drive from each other but we both don’t have a license and they live in a small village so there isn’t really public transport. So we see each other once in a while. Their parents are also very controlling and that makes it harder. Their parents are also homophobic so the don’t know about our queer relationship. There’s currently a lot of happening in my life and it’s taking a lot of my mental energy but they haven’t been doing well mentally mostly because of their controlling and mentally abusive parents. I feel like it’s all overwhelming me because as their partner I am a person they come about it very often and I also feel like I’m kinda responsible to be that person because we are together and like I need to be that biggest support person. But honestly it has been exhausting. They want to move out but they don’t want to end up on bad terms with their parents so they won’t just do it even when they have an opportunity like for example me and my parents offered they could stay at our house. I understand them and their decisions but they have been affecting me mentally because I feel trapped listening to how horrible they feel but can’t offer help because they won’t take it. I also am autistic and on aroace spectrum which is probably related and relationships are hard for me in general, and with everything going on I feel like a need a break. I still want to be close but I feel like right now I can’t handle being in a relationship with them. I am incredibly scared this will hurt them a lot and feel like I’m being a bad person for feeling this way. Am I an asshole for wanting to take a break?

im hoping other people will have input on this one but you are not an asshole for wanting to take a break. i think if you were inconsiderate of their feelings/situation and or were doing it out of a desire to hurt for no reason or for purely superficial reasons then you would be an asshole but you obviously do care about their well being and how telling them you want to take a break would affect their feelings. obviously i dont know your partner's disposition or temperament but i think reassuring them you still want to be close while being honest on how things in your personal life and the relationship is affecting you might be a good start. although, if you sense they might not be receptive to hearing about your needs in the relationship re: how they treat you or how youre feeling depending on their reaction you might need to break away for more than a while to focus on yourself because it wouldnt serve you to bring the best to your relationship if the relationship itself is most of you doing the work which again, i dont know the entireee situation so im not sure if this is the correct assessment from what you described but if this does resonate you might want to consider just straight up cutting it off for a while if you dont think they will work with you to find solutions to personal stuff and the relationship or be receptive/interested in your needs. it's shitty but if you feel like youre doing the most and not receiving even similar energy back you should put yourself before them. gently. at the same time, personally in my experiences i do appreciate communication and honesty when it comes to things i could do better because most of the time i have no idea if something is wrong unless someone lets me know! and if i put myself in your partner's shoes i could also see them feeling the same as i am assuming they might have no idea youre feeling this way as well. if you let them know how youre feeling they may feel guilty that youre feeling this way without having that indicated to them clearly but they may also feel appreciative or relieved that you're being honest with them. they may be cooperative or they might not but thats something to deal with after you talk to them. idk what do my anons think

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Each time I hear about the chapters they continue to prove my point each time. Hades really is a fucked up person, you mistreat and abuse your employees who you’ve known for a long long time.. those who’ve worked under you and have obviously formed some kind of understanding with you since they have to live in your realm and work in your corporation, along with your citizens who also deal with you on a daily basis and help keep your realm financially and physically stabilized. All of those people who’ve been there longer than punk ass Persephone and you only give her respect, compassion, understanding, and respect. You’re a fucking asshole, there’s literally no redemption with Hades and that’s exactly why I absolutely despise his ass.

See, I knew I was on to something when I said that Hades is nowhere near a morally grey character, he’s literally the worst person ever. He has no redeeming traits at least that he chooses to display, he never tries to actually fix his problems instead he gets someone else to, and whenever he’s confronted on his shitty behavior he gaslights and manipulates the person confronting him. He’s so fucking evil like I have such a deep hatred for him, he’s not even that fucking nice to Persephone literally he’s becoming borderline controlling and condescending. You can’t say you respect Persephone and then spoon feed her information like she’s an idiot, you can’t say she’s mature or an adult when you baby her like she’s 4, you can’t say that she should be the queen of the underworld if you won’t even let her help with actual situations that need to be dealt with in her realm. I mean… it’s almost as if.. We knew that Persephone was nowhere near capable or even showed any sort of leadership traits when it came to actually being a ruler.

Genuinely I never saw Persephone as an actual queen or adequate ruler of the underworld. Hell, Hades isn’t even cutting it either with his terrible communication and behavioral issues that he keeps projecting onto people he believes is less than. But the problem I have with Persephone is that there’s no record in the comic of Persephone actually trying to improve her understanding of the underworld or trying to come up with any solutions to its problems either. Like she literally just came back from the damn mortal realm after being there for 10 years and even before she got banned she’s never even had any motivation to learn about the underworld. The only motivation she’s ever had was flirting with Hades, she never asked about the realm, how things worked, what the citizens’ concerns, what additions they need to add, nothing. It’s always been about Hades and she’s only had one panel where she was actually interested in taking the realm but of course it was cut off because you can’t have romance and the female lead to have actual aspirations not revolving around flirting and being with the male lead.

This whole situation is irking to me, so many people time and time again always excuse Hades’ shitty behavior and instead try and punish the other characters for doing either the exact same thing or nothing at all. I’m so tired of this bullshit, Thanatos does not deserve to be so disrespected and unappreciated that he gets so jealous at the sight of Hades treating Persephone like a normal person to the point of actively trying to ruin her life. That speaks volumes on how badly Hades always treats him, he got desperate at the opportunity to actually be respected and noticed by his father figure Hades. The fact that this motherfucker brought Thanatos into his damn office just to talk about Persephone who was around the time still A FUCKING EMPLOYEE being queen is just so creepy to me. Like Persephone was still there to work and yet she’s effortlessly rewarded straight to the crown even though this bitch doesn’t do shit. Show me any scene or panel that Persephone actually deserves the crown because genuinely there is none, it’s creepy and weird how obsessive Hades is and how he wants Persephone so badly that he continues to call her his wife and address her like she’s basically his even though she’s already said that she wants to take things slowly. The man obviously just wants a wife he does not care about Persephone’s feeling or anything, he believes that her kindness is an invitation for him to court her and it’s really weird that no one’s thoughts of that.

Anyways that’s the end of the rant on both Persephone and Hades because they genuinely get on my nerves. Persephone is just as much to blame for Hades’ behavior too, I know there’s a few time she’s tried to correct his behavior but it seems like she really brushes it off unless it affects her in some way. Like she never sticks up for anyone else that Hades berates and insults or even try and get him to change. She just allows him to be absolutely unbearable without checking it so yeah it is partially her fault as well because as his only development the more time he spends with her the less of an asshole but instead it seems like Hades is now acting aggressively to “defend” Persephone which is really making things worse. But like I always say this is just a meaningless rant and whether or not you agree or disagree is fine with me, none of these rants hold a lot of weight since I come up with them on the spot so don’t take any of these as fact or importance, also don’t use this as fuel to go after any Hades or Lore Olympus stans, people are allowed to enjoy their characters.

[whumpinggrounds]

No One To Help You But Yourself

CW: captured, hero whumper, villain whumpee, beating, broken ribs, blood, self done first aid, inaccurate medical treatment (binding said broken ribs)

It’s dark, when the villain comes to, and it smells like earth. It takes time to figure out where they are, and why they’re there, but they have time. They have time to gather themselves, to piece together the broken shards of memory and the ache rooted deep under their scalp.

There was a chase. And then a battle. The villain, low on resources, ran as long as they could, then took a stand.

And, unsurprisingly, they lost.

It had been that big guy, the one built like a brick house. He’d had a slender figure with him, the one that played leader when the two were out together. Together, they’d worked absolutely seamlessly, and even the villain had to admire how perfect they were as a team.

Too bad the big guy was such a colossal asshole.

Well, the villain amends, maybe his friend is an asshole too. After all, they have no memory of who stuck them in this dank basement, head throbbing, whole body composed of aches and bruises. They aren’t bound or gagged, which they suppose is a positive. No one seems to have hurt them while they were unconscious. It’s a privilege that apparently, isn’t always afforded to the kid that was ever-so-recently under their care.

The thought of the kid makes them glower. Suddenly, they’re feeling a lot less amused by the idea that they’ve been captured. Maybe this is a good time for them to seek some information of their own.

As if on cue, there’s a distant banging, growing closer as they listen. The villain remains sprawled on the floor where they must’ve been tossed. They’re not going to waste any energy pretending to be ready to attack or something like that. They’re exhausted and stripped of any usable weapon. They stretch out on the floor and wait for the threat to come to them.

It takes but a moment. Even in the dim, underground half-light, they recognize the gigantic figure of the kid’s mentor. Upon seeing his stony face, the villain finds they can’t resist a stupid joke.

“Oh, finally. Are you here to break me out?”

The hero’s eyes narrow into slits. “Very funny.”

“Mm.” The villain folds their hands behind their head. “You don’t seem amused.”

Their opponent grunts. “Been told I don’t have much of a sense of humor.”

“Well, that’s just too bad. Sense of humor is one of the first things I look for in my companions, personally.”

The big guy scowls. His little half-mask is cute. As if that’s going to keep his identity a secret when he has bright red hair and he’s maybe the tallest man the villain has ever seen. “I’m not your fucking companion.”

“What?” The villain is almost enjoying this now. “What’d you bring me back here for? Now my feelings are hurt.”

Unimpressed, the big guy fixes him with a glare. “You’re here so you can tell me what you did with all that fucking money.” He cracks his knuckles, and each snap echoes like a gunshot. “So, let’s start now.”

“Mm.” The villain nods, thoughtful. “I totally see why you’re interested in the money. I, myself, was pretty interested in the money. It’s why I took it in the first place.”

It’s too bad they’re still wearing their own mask because the hero is missing out on their most winning smile, aimed straight at him. It might do something to improve the absolutely furious expression on his face. Ah, well. They’re opening their mouth to say something else, undeniably clever and charming, but before they can say another word, the hero is cutting them off.

“I don’t want to stand around and listen to you chatter at me. I’m going to start asking questions, and you’re going to answer. Or else.”

The villain considers their options.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a very direct communication style? I’m really appreciating that about you.”

Pain lights up the villain’s side. It explodes out from their ribs, sending the breath from their lungs in a surprised whoosh. It’s been a long time since they’ve had to deal with this kind of specific, directed pain, and they can tell from the strength of the kick that they’re in for a lot worse.

“Wow.” Their voice comes out raspy, strained, but they’re unable to resist the temptation to make a snarky comment. “Anyone ever told you how strong you are?”

*

By the time the hero leaves, there’s something broken in the villain’s lower ribs. Every breath comes with effort, and a stabbing pain, deep in the lungs. They don’t know if the hero leaves because he’s bored, or he has something else to do, but he promises, in that low, furious voice of his, that he’ll be back.

And when he returns, it will be to show the villain what real pain is.

“Oh?” The words come far more labored. They’re sharper than the jokes the villain began with. “Like the kind you put your sidekick through?”

The hero pauses. One hand is on the doorknob already. He shakes his head. “No wonder you two get along. You’re both bleeding fucking hearts.”

The villain’s breathing is too harsh and hard to let them reply before the hero is gone. Not that they have much to say to that asshole, anyway. Just thinking about the kid makes them growl to themselves where they lie, half-sprawled on the floor.

But no one is going to help the kid if they bleed out in some crappy little basement hidey-hole. With a deep breath that sends a zinging twang through their chest, the villain hauls themselves upright. Stars dance in their vision, and bile rises in their throat, but they’re upright. It’s a start. They wait until they no longer feel like they’re going to vomit. Then, slowly, bruises protesting as they do, they peel off their shirt. Another pause, a necessary rest. Then to tear it into strips.

When their shirt is in ribbons, the villain takes their longest pause of all. Fingers clenching and unclenching against their thighs, they take a few deep breaths and gather their strength for what they’re about to have to do.

With fingers that are trembling just slightly, they wrap the first strip of cloth around their chest, hissing through their teeth as the fabric slides and presses against their broken ribs. When the first binding ribbon is in place, they squeeze their eyes shut, and pull hard.

The pain is blinding, breathtaking. The villain bends in half, sucking in harsh, panting breaths of air, fighting the urge to vomit. Their hands shake, but they don’t lose grip. Before they can lose their nerve, they knot the strip of fabric.

There. One tie, done. Only, what, a dozen more before their ribs are properly bound?

Just the thought of it makes an unwilling whimper leak between the villain’s lips. But it’s not like they have a choice. A hero put them here; there’s certainly no one coming to help them. Somewhere out there, that kid is counting on them, even if he doesn’t know it yet. But before they save anyone else, they’re going to have to save themselves.

Gritting their teeth, the villain picks up the next strip of fabric.

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[qqueenofhades]

Okay, so I went looking for the post I recently saw on my dash that was on this same topic (the LGBTQ+ community being under serious existential/legal threat while Online Leftists gatekeep and nitpick on who’s ���allowed at Pride”), but I couldn’t find it, and I don’t want to hijack someone else’s post anyway. So I’m going to make my own.

Anyway, you may or may not have heard that 31 heavily armed members of the ultra-right-wing white-nationalist group Patriot Front were just arrested yesterday (June 11) in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, on their way to attack a Pride event. There had been rumors about something like this happening for months, ever since the local Northern Idaho extremists decided to declare war on the Pride parade and called it a “Day of Prayer.” Coeur d’Alene is a notoriously far-right area. This isn’t a surprise to anyone who has spent any time there -- which, as I am about to discuss, includes me. However, it turns out that the cops had informants in Patriot Front (white supremacists and cops working together? Le shock!) who tipped them off to the plan, and they intercepted and arrested the U-Haul full of these assholes before they reached the parade. There is plenty of video on Twitter, if you want to go look for it.

Fortunately, in this case, nobody actually got hurt. But as I said, there were rumblings about this for MONTHS, and if someone in the group hadn’t been a police informant, who knows what would have happened. My mother and sister lived in Coeur d’Alene for a year while my sister was going to school, and I visited them there. (I also spent another year living just 20 minutes across the border in Eastern Washington, which is equally as red but at least was technically part of a blue state.) I was literally the only person wearing a mask there in the height of the pandemic (April 2020) and have patronized the city’s gay-friendly businesses (which is NOT necessarily a safe thing to advertise around there). I’m just saying, this is a place where I’ve been as a visibly queer person, and while fortunately I have had no direct trouble, I have absolutely been careful and mindful of my surroundings when I was there. (And right now, I also live in a rural small town where there are known neo-Nazi elements, and where the local trans community felt it expedient to buy guns to protect themselves. So I’m still careful.)

When I saw that these assholes were arrested in “Idaho,” I knew instantly that it was Coeur d’Alene, and that they were on the way to attack the June 11 Pride event, just like they planned. It does give me heart to know that these brave activists pulled off an event like this in the middle of Northern Idaho KKK-land. But the point is, this is happening on a local level, in places that I know and where I have been, and in other places where you have doubtless been as well. This isn’t even to discuss the boatload of Don’t Say Gay and similar copycat laws being passed in red states, the Republican hysteria about “groomers” that is straight out of the 1980s AIDS panic, and the fact that we are, barring some drastic and unforeseen circumstance, stuck with a radically right-wing rogue Supreme Court that has telegraphed its intent to go after all the basic and individual rights to privacy -- including multiple categories of LGBTQ+ rights that this generation has grown up regarding as settled law. After all, everyone who warned that they were coming for Roe was dismissed as an alarmist Chicken Little, and now we are in the final weeks of abortion being legal across all of America for... a long time.

If the Republicans win in November, they will take it as validation to keep pursuing these extreme policies; they don’t give a shit that the vast majority of the country (70% at last polling) supports same-sex marriage and LGBTQ rights. That’s about equal to the 66% or so who supports legal abortion in all or most cases, and look what they’ve done to that. The point is, a lot of Tumblr users identify as young (or relatively young) and queer (in some description). And yet, some of y’all awful little gremlins are still wasting your time on being demons to trans people and asexuals, gatekeeping and making arrogant pronouncements about “who’s allowed at Pride,” attacking queer creators (or indeed, the creators of any media that has any queer characters at all), stigmatizing queer sexuality or anything that isn’t a perfect flower-shop AU, reviving your tired old “Q-Slur” discourse, and so on. And just... stop. Stop. If you actually care about this in any measure, now is the time to stop being a keyboard warrior and get involved in protecting the community in the real world -- including those that you have decided, in your infinite privilege, aren’t as “good LGBTQ” people as your sainted self. Because again, as you should have heard and I’ll say again anyway: the greatest trick the right wing ever pulled was convincing queer people that other queer people are the enemy.

I’ll make it simple, as a she/they early-middle-aged gnc lesbian: if you love queer people, want to protect them, and are willing to fight for them and with them, then you belong at Pride, the end. Y’all nasty little self-righteous exclusionists are welcome to die mad about it.

[epickiya722]

You Know What Else is an Issue in the BNHA Fandom?

(For the topic of this posts, I have touched on it before and you can checked those posts out here, here, here & here.)

LONG POST AHEAD!

Okay, you know what else is an issue with the BNHA fandom besides the homophobia and some of you are really too quick to tell people to “KYS” over characters and ships?

Damn racism.

Right off the bat, before any of you come into my inbox, do not try to tell me otherwise. And I’m honestly not surprised. Racism has always been an issue in the anime community. Black and brown skinned people can’t even cosplay in peace! But today, I’m focusing on the BNHA fandom since that’s the one I’m more active in currently. And yes, Miruko will be brought up quite a bit. She won’t be the only one though!

Starting off, I need people who watch and read this series to understand that almost everyone that has appeared in BNHA is someone of color. Almost every character we see live in Japan and actually have Japanese names. Just because the protagonist has green hair does not mean Midoriya isn’t someone of color. He is in fact, someone of color. Just because Bakugou has light hair does not mean he isn’t someone of color. Just because All Might is based off American comic book heroes does not mean he isn’t someone of color. These are human characters with Japanese names. Based in Japan. They're Asian. People of color. Think.

With that said, to the guy who made that “Hawks is white” post on Twitter (if I remember correctly), to hell with you.

Onwards!

Now some of you may be like “racism… colorism…? not here…”

No, no, it’s visible in this fandom. Some of you just want to not see it because you don’t think it’s a big issue. It is. And it sucks that a place where people should have fun got to face this because some of you are assholes. First!

I, for one, have nothing against canon character x reader works. In fact, I do follow blogs who post them and I do find them enjoyable. I will not bypass that some of you who write them also like to bring race into it. I’m not talking about the CC x Black(or another race) reader thing or drawing OCs. I’m talking about when you write any CC x black reader fic, STOP HAVING THE CANON CHARACTER DEFENDING THE READER FROM A RACIST ISSUE.

It is annoying and it’s already overdone in a lot of other canon media. Yes, racism is a big issue as I said. That’s what this whole post is about! But do my fellow POC and I have to see it in FANFICTION? For once, can I see a BNHA character compliment the reader? Or talk about quirks? Go on dates? Shoot, have a beach episode! Does racism always have to be the entertainment in fanfiction? Do we always to suffer before we’re happy? What’s wrong with the reader just having a good time without having to deal with being called slurs or “Oh, can I touch your hair”? I don’t want to be reminded of high school, thank you. Or even face other human issues like PTSD? Or not sleeping because of a nightmare? Or just being emotionally exhausted from exams? Anything but having to face racism, jeez.

Another thing that bothers me is the treatment of characters who happen to be brown skinned. There happened to be only TWO major (or recognizable) characters with brown skin.

You already know I’m going to bring up Miruko as one of them. It is unfair how she is treated in this fandom. I see quite a bit of “Miruko should have died” or “She’s not important” or “She’s so aggressive” or “She sucks” posts. I have became best friends with the damn filter and block options because of it. I see a lot of these posts and these posts be coming from the same people who adore characters like Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki and so on.

Now, I don’t hate any of those characters. Bakugou is one of my faves. But I’m not stupid. I find it odd that Bakugou can be loved by so many people and yet the same people have hatred for Miruko. They have practically the same personality! Hmm… It’s straight up colorism (because they are both Japanese) here (and misogyny).

When Miruko attacks Shigaraki, some of you want to be like “she should have died” or “she attacked him first”. Well, duh! She’s a Pro Hero who at the end of the day is trying to stop a madman from killing other people. All of you really just want her to die because she has brown skin, just say that. If she had lighter skin, you all would have said “Horikoshi stay killing female characters” off.

Some of you want to preach about “strong, badass women”, but I don’t see that support with Miruko as often as I seen it for Uraraka, Toga, Midnight and other women in BNHA. You see a brown skinned woman and immediately hate her for it. I don’t even think it’s because she’s aggressive. You all drop your panties for Shigaraki who ATTEMPTED TO KILL KIDS IN THE BEGINNING OF THE SERIES. WHO BROUGHT A BUNCH OF VILLAINS THAT COULD HAVE KILLED SAID KIDS. WHO RUINED A KID'S DAY AT A MALL WHEN HE SHOULD JUST BE HANGING OUT WITH HIS FRIENDS. The same Shigaraki who has a HIGHER BODY COUNT than Miruko. Yet, some of you act like she’s the killer? Like she's a bad person.

She has defeated Nomu and that’s about it. She didn’t attempt to kill kids, let alone abuse them.

I get that Shigaraki has a tragic backstory. But at the end of the day, he’s still a villain. He is a bad person and if Midoriya saving him from AFO doesn't work, the next best thing is to mercy kill him. When he killed Cathleen I’ve seen posts saying “I already knew her” and “Another female character is gone, not surprised”. When Miruko got attacked? “Shigaraki should have killed her” and “she deserves it”. So no compassion for Miruko, huh? Got it. You don’t like brown skinned characters, yep. I see.

I have a confession. I tolerate Shigaraki. He used to be a favorite villain of mine, but he got demoted. Don't hate him, but tolerate him because of all the hate comments I got about Miruko a while back. I don’t hate him because I do have some cool mutuals who like him and I sympathize with his backstory. But I doubt he’ll ever be a favorite of mine again because the amount of hate I see from Miruko haters also be Shigaraki defenders. You can defend him all you like, I don’t mind that at all. I do the same with Miruko. But because a lot of you have lessen my liking for Shigaraki because of your crystal clear reasons for hating her. I have only 2 edit posts for Shigaraki right now because of that. And it took me a long time to even decide to go forth with them. I almost deleted them.

And it just doesn’t stop there with Miruko. When Anairis Quiñones was cast to voice Miruko, there was so many disgusting comments of “she doesn’t sound Black enough”. Yet, hold on! I didn’t see any comments like that for Hawks and Mahoro from the second BNHA movie. Both voiced by Black people (Zeno Robinson even got an award for voice acting by Crunchyroll back in 2021.)

Easy answer to why there wasn’t comments about their voices. When people look at Miruko, they see a Black woman. They don’t think she could be just a dark skinned Japanese person. They identified her with “if they have brown skin, they’re Black” and thought Anairis didn’t sound black enough for the role because they wanted Miruko to sound how people usually want Black women to sound like, which is “ghetto”. There is no such thing as “sound Black enough”. Don’t be ignorant. Don’t say a Black person isn’t Black because they don’t fit stereotypes. Miruko wasn’t meant to sound Black. They just cast a wonderful voice actress who fit the part just as they did when they cast Justin Briner to play Midoriya, Clifford Chapin to play Bakugou, Eric Vale to play Shigaraki, Alexis Tipton to play Hatsume, and so on.

It’s not just the mistreatment with Miruko.

Rock Lock exists, too and I’m going to need him to stop being forgotten and disrespected, too.

Rock Lock’s VA, Gabe Kunda, said something during one of the con interviews that rubbed me the wrong way. He said that when people saw Rock Lock’s debut episode he had gotten messages about how people weren’t happy with Rock Lock. He laughed it off and whatnot, but just the tone of his voice already clued me in he got a lot of hate messages. A Black man got hate comments. Now, keep in mind, Rock Lock is one of the few adults of the series who looked at the students and saw them as what they are. CHILDREN. He had a point that it was questionable that high students, the majority of them only in their first year, was at a meeting about facing yakuza. Rock Lock’s VA got hate because Rock Lock made a good damn point. As much as I love the series and other series like it, I won’t deny that it is pretty messed that there are children FIGHTING WARS.

It sucks that Rock Lock and Miruko along with their VAs got hate and yet… I don’t hear that for any other character and VA. The only other VA I can think of that has had similar experience is Brina Palencia over voicing Mineta. I want to say a very “fuck you” by the way to anyone who has sent hateful messages to VAs just for voicing characters. Like an enormous “fuck you”.

And of course, to all you racists.

Gabe Kunda and Anairis Quiñones shouldn't have to deal with racism in this fucking fandom. Same goes for any voice actor of color for BNHA and any other anime. They should enjoy voicing these characters like everyone else. Gabe even mentioned how excited his younger brother was to tell his friends "Hey, my brother voices Rock Lock"! As an older sister and someone who is Black, it got to me. These people are PEOPLE. HUMAN BEINGS! THEY HAVE FEELINGS, TOO!

Continuing on with that, it will always bother me that people hate on Rock Lock when this man was thinking like a father, a whole family man. He had a point when he said what he said. Be damned he was right, too, given what happened and what’s going on. Really, out of all the adults, Rock Lock is probably the most smartest and sensible one when it comes to thinking about the children. Yes, they’re training to be heroes, but damn can they be kids, too? (AFO, I hate you for starting all this. Also previous generations.) You all love Dadzawa, but hate on someone who is an actual dad who when he was stabbed by crazy ass Toga thought about his family. He thought about his wife and his newborn son. But all you jerks saw is "another brown skinned character for me to hate, yay"!

And with Miruko, how does she suck? How? She is the highest ranked woman in the hero ratings (personally, I feel like she should be the current #1). She works with her strength, skills, and legs. She doesn’t have fire power, special feathers, telepathy, none of that. She’s literally just jumping around and yet she managed to be #5. I don’t see Mt. Lady up there, Ryukyu is only #10. Yet, she sucks. Okay. I see how it is.

Oh, and with all the fanservice shots? I see so many of you bring it up when it comes to Miruko, but I don't see that same energy with other female Heroes. For fuck's sake, Mt. Lady's debut was an ass shot. There's even a later shot of her ass again and you all dog on Miruko so much.

Truth be told, I’ll let it slide if you dislike Miruko just because she’s not your type of character, same deal with Rock Lock. But if you hate her yet love Bakugou I’m going to side eye you. If you hate Rock Lock but love Aizawa I'm going to question you.

I’m going to think you hate these characters simply for their skin tone despite sharing the same characteristics as other characters you love. It's real fucked up that out of all the characters in the franchise two of them who have brown skin are some of the highest hated characters.

[itsclydebitches]

Oh I also like how the anon was like "you all keep calling us the 'Anti-rwde' or whatever" as if we are not specifically referring to a specific subsection of the fndm that specifically has labeled themselves as Anti-RWDE and has specifically used that tag so that they can make it easier to turn harassing people over Fandom opinions into a groupwide party game

So not only is anon blowing smoke when they say that YOU of all people "never post anything positive" (a straight-up lie if I ever heard one lol, you are an incredibly positive and upbeat person who clearly loves rwby and are only getting hate because certain sections of the fndm have decided to punish all who stray from the groupthink) but they're also displaying their ignorance by talking as if "Anti-RWDE" is a term we made up to describe people who casually like rwby, rather than the fact that is a label a specific group of people chose for themselves upon deciding to intentionally cyberbully and abuse total strangers because they don't like our opinions about a web cartoon.

Unfortunately, that twisted logic regarding names has been going on since the start. Though I didn’t experience the beginning of all this first-hand (since I came into the fandom a little later), my understanding of the history is basically that:

Fans posted content that existed under the hugely broad category of “negative” opinions (as every fandom does). However, unlike other communities, RWBY defined “negative” content as anything from a horrific, anti-representation rant lacking all evidence and deliberately attacking others… to someone going, “I preferred A over B and here’s an analytical examination as to why.” Anything deemed negative was considered equal, regardless of what should be the very obvious problems with that approach.

Thus, “critics” quickly became “haters” and all attempts to explain the nuances of criticism fell flat.

Purity culture reared its head, emphasizing that haters weren’t just people posting opinions on a webseries others disagreed with, but morally heinous asshole who were actively harming other fans and the creators. They were rude.

Since this is a fandom built on canonical acronyms that function as other words, they’re RWDE.

(And because they've always been haters, it's also the HTDM.)

So, after a long time of trying to explain things—no, just because one asshole is sending RT mean tweets doesn’t mean the majority of us do that; no, that rant isn’t the same thing as posts trying to deconstruct the show; no, a desire for better queer rep doesn’t make us homophobic, etc.—fans basically threw up their hands and went, “Fine! If we’re so rude to you then we’ll embrace it. We’re RWDE now. Might as well adopt the name you all keep calling us since we can’t get you to stop.”

Tumblr’s RWBY community demanded loudly that all criticism be filterable. Or better yet, removed from the site entirely. So, critics started using the RWDE tag in part so others could easily circumvent it.

Then fans got mad that the RWDE tag existed. A space dedicated solely to criticizing the show? The horror! Did you all miss the part where we really just wanted you out of the community entirely?

A lot of critics were successfully harassed into giving up on posting about RWBY, which is ironic given how often we hear the accusation that we harass others. I’ve personally never come across a RWBY fan who left the community because of RWDE. (Or, to be more specific, people who left because of actual RWDE posters. Plenty of fans will claim they were harassed by RWDE, but really they're referring to a handful of specific, bigoted assholes with no association with the rest of the sub-community and using "RWDE" as an inaccurate umbrella term for everyone in the fandom they dislike. As you put it, anon, it's a group-wide party game. "RWDE" has become the catch-all name for anyone you hate and more often than not, people ignore the legit RWDE posters going, "We don't know this person? They've never interacted with us? And we don't approve of their actions either, so why are you lumping us in with them??"). Meanwhile, I know many people who have left the community because of other fans targeting them over posting their disappointment and grievances with the series. And many more have come forward to basically say, “I never posted in the first place because I know the shit that'll get me.”

Because RWDE continued to exist, anti-RWDE then became a popular tag to combat it. They VAST majority of RWDE posters have never even interacted with the crew, but the claim that they're harassers became so ubiquitous that harassing them in turn was seen as justified. You criticized this public, paid-for product of a major corporation and posted it somewhere the creators will never see? We'll send you death threats to your personal inbox. Yes, those are absolutely the same thing.

“But you started this term,” we’ve said. “You created RWDE and then we adopted it precisely because you wanted to filter out our content. We want you to block us if you don't like this stuff. Why would you create a new tag that is specifically all about engaging with opinions you know you disagree with?”

There’s never been an answer to that because it’s really just about feeling superior and enjoying targeting the “bad people” online.

Similar stuff happened over on Reddit. A RWBY sub was made, the community decided they didn’t want anything they deemed as negative, eventually in an effort to carve out their own space/avoid the instant down-voting/appease the fans who very clearly wanted a strict separation in content, the RWBY Critics sub was created.

…and then that was used as evidence for how horrible those fans were. It's become go-to “evidence” presented to new fans as a way to deter them from going to the dark side, so to speak. “Look at how they created an entire space solely for hating on RWBY! RWBY Critics and RWDE are proof that they’re all horrible fake fans who only want to ruin others’ enjoyment.” Which, of course, misses the crucial context that from the start critics have always wanted to be a part of the main circles—I still post in “RWBY” because that’s what my posts are about—and we only created these niche, highly critical-focused spaces because others demanded that separation in the first place. However, I can't really blame new fans for buying into all that. If I came into a community and the majority immediately started warning me about this sub-group, painting them as every horrible thing under the sun (they're racist, transphobic, they hate the canonical queer rep, they're constantly harassing RT, they're the reason all these bad things have happened, etc.) ... I'd be pretty wary too. It speaks volumes that I've encountered a lot of people over the years who have gone, "I legit thought that RWDE was the devil until I was disappointed in something myself. Then I realized just how fast the rest of the community can turn on you if you criticize RWBY - even while still loving it! - and as a result I discovered that the vast majority of RWDE posters aren't like what the rest of the fandom paints them as." There are always exceptions on both sides, of course. You can find asshole RWDE posters and asshole non-RWDE posters, but on the whole RWDE is pretty extensively misrepresented and a lot of that stems from being able to push fans towards specific actions (a name, a new space, simply getting so frustrated that you explode in a private post that then breaks quarantine) and then being able to say, "See? They're so awful."

Though from what I've heard things have been better over there as of late, for a time this misrepresentation became so intense that the RWBY sub attempted a blanket ban on the critics sub, because guilt by association and all that. Luckily, the majority of the fandom realized that this was ridiculous, one step way too far, and it was revoked. But the fact that this happened at all is a good summary of how critics are often perceived in the community.

So yeah, this keeps happening. It's become a predictable cycle. Critics of all varieties are a part of the main community, they’re derided, they eventually get sick of that treatment, they carve out a space for themselves… and then that’s used as “proof” that they were always RWBY-hating assholes. You can’t win when either choice is automatically framed as wrong. The only correct choice, according to fans like that anon, is to stop engaging with RWBY entirely. Which, you know, is advice I personally don't plan to take lol.

[infernal-fire]

suburban dream

summary: how do you wake up from a nightmare? is it a nightmare if you’ve been asleep the whole time?

major warnings: noncon/dubcon smut, stalking, mention of pregnancy, some cum play (check the prompts for indications of other warnings)

a/n: this is for @iraot​’s 1.1k writing challenge. BIG congrats on 1.1k (i cannot explain how glad i am that others get to read your amazing work) and another BIG thank you for hosting this challenge.

Here are the results of my wheel spins:

Kink wheel: daddy kink, somnophilia, breeding kink Character wheel: Jake Jensen Situation wheel: Neighbours AU

You let out a breath of relief as you dropped the last brown box into the corner of the room. How you managed to own this much stuff, you’d never know. Glanced around the living room, it was difficult to decide where to begin. After much contemplation, you huffed and picked up the pizza catalogue, deciding to call it a day. 

It was unbearable to leave the house in the mess that it was. On the other hand, your right hip wailed in agony every time you bent down. Lacking the much-needed support of friends or family, you had no option but to suck it up and unpack… but that can wait till tomorrow. 

Fishing out just the necessities for the night, you climbed up the stairs and headed into the master bedroom. Massive house for one person, you noted. You did insist that an apartment would suffice but Tony was a stickler for rules.

All Stark employees have to be residents of a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood. 

Before getting the job, you weren’t even aware that “Stark-Jensen” neighbourhoods were a thing; it was a term coined by the tech company itself, referring to neighbourhoods that are protected by Stark-Jensen technology. The crime rate in these neighbourhoods are always startlingly low, the odd criminal or two being from inside the community itself. All things considered, how could you say no to free housing? 

Sure, the security measures assured that you never had to worry, but it also made you wonder why they were there in the first place. This place was as secure as the Stark Tower; why? You tried not to ask too many questions, afraid of getting on Tony’s bad side. Besides, it isn’t characteristic of him to give you a straight answer anyway. 

Life is good, your most harrowing concern at the moment being that your new place had no curtains. It had been a long time since things were calm and you were just recognizing that your days had been free of storms for some time now. Counting your blessings for the second time that night, you stepped into the shower and reminded yourself of all the things to be grateful for. 

To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. You finished your night routine right as the pizza was delivered and excitedly skipped down. No one told you how fun living alone was but they didn’t need to - you quickly found that independence is a glorious necessity in everyone’s life.

Jake stood bewildered at your person throwing the door open. He gripped the pizza box tight to ensure he didn’t drop it and continued to look at you like you had grown a third head. He never was very good with his words, but your beauty truly inhibited his ability to think.

“Hi?” you asked.

“Hey, I-I’m your neighbour, Jake. Saw that you were moving in and I came to ask if you need any help.” 

“Oh,” you contemplated, looking past him. “Where’s the pizza person?”

“I paid for it. Housewarming gift?” he  said like a question and handed it over. 

You received the warm box and waited for him to say something as he fiddled with his hands. His smile looks so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

“So…Do you need help?” He looked up right at the end. You grinned at how shy he was.

“I would really appreciate the help tomorrow,” you replied casually. 

“Oh, so… I’ll come by tomorrow morning?” He looked hopeful, as if you were the one handing him the olive branch. You took a once-over of his build, sure that he would come handy when your hip gives up again and nodded in response. 

He nodded back slowly and turned around to leave, but seeing him at your doorstep felt eerily similar to a puppy left out in the rain. 

“I don’t think I can finish this pizza alone,” you called out. He turned around, a glint of happiness apparent in the shine of his eyes. 

“Do you have time to help me with this right now?” It was your turn to look hopeful and you really hoped this cutie took the bait.

He did. 

You couldn’t ignore the nagging at the back of your head that you had seen him somewhere. You also couldn’t dismiss the fact that dinner together was just a little awkward. The conversation started off with small talk, and it didn’t take a genius to tell that neither of you enjoyed it. Luckily, it shifted to talks about the neighbourhood and your old job. After that, the words flowed easily, the two of you bonding like you had known each other forever. Although it was smooth sailing, you couldn’t help but wonder how he knows so much about the neighbourhood security measures. When he mentioned that he had lived there for about 6 years, you chalked it up to a simple accumulation of knowledge he must’ve acquired from being around for so long. 

“So everyone who lives around here works for Stark-Jensen, right?” you questioned, trailing your finger on the rim of your second wine glass for the night.

“Yeah, for the most part. Though it’s hard to tell who works for who.”

You chuckled in agreement.

“What is it with that? I mean, I work for Stark, and my colleagues, too… but exclusively for Stark. Jensen does exist right?”

“Yeah,” he snickered, “He does. Stark makes the tech and Jensen does the coding.”

“So they’re a two-man team, but Tony’s the face of the company? Seems sort of unfair,” you muttered, quirking your brow a little. 

Jake smiled at your comment, glanced at his hands and looked back up at you. 

“Maybe he wants it to be that way.” He nudged his glasses up and took a little sip of his wine while peering at you. 

You cocked your head to the side and considered the information. Your head was hazy and you needed to stop drinking; alcohol and cute guys are not a good mix. 

“Wait.” You squinted at him. 

“Does that mean you’re a Stark-Jensen employee?” 

He let out a chortle and took your glass from you. 

“Hey, hey I want that back!” you whined, not even caring that you’re embarrassing yourself. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” He gently helped you up, waiting for you to move. 

“I can usually handle my liquor,” you promised, clinging onto his broad form for support. 

He started moving you up to your lone mattress in the corner of your room, softly laying you down. 

“Jake,” you caught his arm. “You didn’t answer the question. Do you work for Stark-Jensen?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

You pouted at his answer, still gripping his wrist like you owned him. He tenderly pried your fingers off him and placed them on your belly. 

“See you tomorrow,” he mumbled as he left your room. You drifted asleep easily, blissfully unaware of how you’d never be able to live down the humiliation of your drunken stupor. 

The next day, you hoped Jake wouldn’t show up. It would save you from the burning heat that crept up your neck every time you recalled the night before.

Unfortunately, Jake had found it way too amusing an opportunity to tease you, showing up at your doorstep at 10 AM on the dot. 

The day went on without a hitch, the conversation picking up easily from where you left off. Jake found it endearing when you groaned at the mention of your state, only after three glasses of wine. The question of his employment never crossed your mind again, both of you having way too much fun unpacking. You felt ten times better knowing that your neighbour was a loveable, single, hunky nerd; it made the stress of settling in that much better. 

Of course, like all good things, the weekend came to an end. Monday morning, you eagerly prepped yourself for a new week at the office. Being Tony’s right hand took five rounds of interviews as well as background checks into every living relative you had. After the turbulent hiring process, you found that the job was not any easier. Luckily, the move had you feeling more thankful about being in sync with all the Stark tech; with FRIDAY managing your house and personal appointments, it was easier to keep track of Tony’s day. 

You stepped out of the house and shielded your eyes from the beautiful day. Just then, your lovely new friend stepped onto his porch wearing casual attire.

“Have fun at work!” he called after you.

“Thanks! Are you going to work?”

“Yes, I am.” You took in his outfit one more time, chuckling as you wondered what job would pay enough to live here while dressed in sweats.

“Well, in case I don’t see ya’... Good afternoon, good evening and good night!” you exclaim loudly. 

Jake giggled like a schoolboy and waved goodbye before ducking into his car. 

Tony’s 10 AM meeting has been pushed to 11 AM, Miss L/N. 

“No, no, that won’t do! He has another meeting at 12 PM, the timing will clash. FRIDAY, who was he supposed to meet at 10 AM?”

Speaking to the AI felt more like talking to yourself, but with time, you assured yourself that it would look as cool as Stark when handling your things.

He’s meeting Mr Jensen, the co-founder of Stark-Jensen. I believe you have not met him yet. 

“Yeah, I haven’t. Could you call him for me, FRIDAY?”

Sorry Miss L/N, Mr Jensen’s phone is switched off. He has already notified Tony of the change in plans. 

“What an asshole,” you grumbled. 

On the contrary, I think you would like Mr Jensen, Miss L/N.

“You can just call me Y/N, FRIDAY. Oh, and, send out a notification to all of today’s meeting hosts and tell them to push it by one hour. If they complain, send them my number to take up any problems they have.” 

It’ll be done by the time you reach your office. 

“Thank you,” you smiled and pulled into your parking spot, right beside Tony’s. 

It was hard to imagine what would’ve happened today if Tony didn’t give you access to FRIDAY. Calling each meeting host and personally asking them to push their meetings seemed like a tedious and mind-bending task. And frankly, you didn’t ever look forward to talking to Karen’s. But now, you would never have to know; FRIDAY was an absolute godsend. 

You stepped onto the other side of security clearance just as the clock struck 9 AM. Strutting up to your office, you made a mental checklist of everything you need to do during the day. Usually, Tony didn’t require you to sit in for his meetings. He has a different set of assistants for note-taking purposes. 

Too consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the large picture of Jake and Tony sitting side by side on the wall beside the elevators. You also didn’t notice Jake’s smirk as he passed by you with ease. He would’ve stopped to say hi, but he knew that you didn’t realize who he was yet. Now he just had to figure out a way to get you to show up to his and Tony’s meeting and give you the heart attack of a lifetime. 

Beep, beep.

The Stark-watch buzzed on your wrist, letting you know that Tony was calling for you. You had barely even stepped into the elevator and he was already whining like a baby. 

You shook your head and stepped into the doorframe of his lab.

“Come here!” his voice called from the far end of a lab. Your suspicions of him being under the work table were confirmed when he wheeled out on his back and handed you a wrench. 

“Do me a favour. Tighten this for me?” 

He handed you the arm of an Iron Man suit, what you assumed was his latest mark. He already lived at the lab as it was, you wondered how he ever had time for Pepper. 

“Come on, put your arm into it L/N! You know what, you’re distracted, give it here.”

“Did you call me here to tighten your screws?” You shifted your weight onto one leg and crossed your arms. It was sassy of you, but Tony’s assistant needs to have some backbone, famously said by Rhodey.

“Well, you know me, screws always loose.” He knocked on his head and chuckled at his own joke. You sighed and turned to walk out. 

“I need you to sit in for my 11 o’clock. And cancel everything else today.”

You gasped and turned again, marching to where he was lying down. 

“Tony Stark, you have no regard for anyone’s time! I already pushed everything back by one hour because of your buddy Jensen and now you’re asking me to cancel everything?”

“I know, and I agree. I wish I could go to the mind-numbing meetings with corporate clowns, but I want to show you and Jensen something cool.”

He stopped fiddling with his toy just long enough to glance at you. 

You sighed and called for FRIDAY, groaning for the umpteenth time since that morning. Why were you acting like this was the first time he’s done this? It was probably your lack of energy from moving. You couldn’t wait to get home and maybe call Jake over for dinner. Now that you considered this possibility, time seemed to pass slower, but at least there was something worthwhile to look forward to. 

When 10:55 rolled around, you were sitting in Tony’s lab, patiently waiting as Tony set up his latest invention for demonstration. 

“Where’s your buddy?” you asked, checking your watch for the time again. 

“On his way,” he replied without turning away from his work. 

He paused and took a step back to admire his work before facing you. 

“You haven’t met Jake, have you?”

“Jake?”

Right on cue, Jake walked through the doors of the labs and you whipped around to find your grinning friend.

“Howdy neighbour,” Jake sneered. 

“Oh, right. You live beside each other,” Tony muttered as he gathered some more things from his desk. 

You shamelessly inhaled the pinewood and vanilla-infused scent of Jake as he sat down beside you. To have him so close to you was a dangerous thing, your cunt unknowingly clenching every time he moved his biceps. 

“Stop making heart-eyes at him.”

You threw whatever was in your hand at Tony’s head, and it happened to be a pen. It narrowly missed as he ducked and doubled over in laughter at your embarrassment. The bastard took sick pleasure in it so he often made it a point to humiliate you, but it usually wasn’t in front of the co-CEO of the world’s largest tech company. 

The rest of your time in that lab went on without any heart attacks - as far as anyone knew, the slick between your thighs doesn’t account for a ‘heart attack’, per se. You shouldn’t even be thinking about Jake like that. He was technically your boss too. 

Tony dismissed you at lunch and told you to take the rest of the day off, much to your delight. You slid into your car and dropped your head onto the steering wheel.

You had barely moved into the neighbourhood and you’re already finding ways to be fired.

~Time skip~

You sighed and laid back in the over-the-top maternity chair Jake got you for feeding. Your baby gurgled as curled his little fingers into his palm before knocking on your breast once. With a light chuckle, you cooed as the little bundle began falling asleep. 

This was the only place in the house that had a sliver of sunlight gracing the inside of the house. 

You could have outdoor privileges if you didn’t pull that little stunt. 

Could you really blame yourself for trying to leave? How were you to know that it’s impossible to leave a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood?

Because it says “Stark-Jensen” in the name, you dumbass. 

Fair enough.

You lost count of how many times you sigh on the daily, instead opting to count the number of times you’re able to hold off a mental breakdown. Today, you got the rare privilege of privacy, with Jake being gone to another one of Stark’s presentation.

You reminisced about the last time you sat in Tony’s lab and watched him explain his latest creation. Little did you know that the first time you sat with Jake in there would also be the last time you ever sat in there. 

You gently placed the Jim in the cradle. Again, one of the many over-the-top investments made by Jake to ensure the baby got state-of-the-art care. The way Jensen had made you sit beside him as he put the contraption together almost had you lurching. But you didn’t want to wake the baby. The horridness of the memories cannot outweigh your will to keep Jimmy from crying.

“Look at it!”, Jake excitedly spun the box to show you. It must’ve cost an unreasonable amount of money - not that he couldn’t spare to spend the coin, but the purchase confirmed your worst suspicions; he was serious about this all. 

Your eyes, puffy from the days of crying, were barely open. Yet you still nodded, figuring that if you put up with his enthusiasm now, he’ll let you go to sleep without raping you like he did every night. 

Anyway, you were wrong. 

When did everything go so wrong?; How?

You picked up your phone. Your eyes flickered between the only two contacts saved on it. Jake made sure you couldn’t do anything except call him or Tony.

You missed your ex-boss (who was always more of a friend to you). But, it was obvious that calling him wasn’t worth it and would rarely yield any fruitful conversation. Tony always spoke as if he were walking on glass around you and your words were always monitored and censored by Jake. It didn’t take long to figure that one out. 

“I don’t know what happened, Tony, she’s just unhinged,” Jake explained over the phone. In the background, you struggled against the bonds that held you to his bedframe. You sobbed harder into your gag and tried to scream ‘help’. All that came out was a shriek. 

“You hear her? She’s completely unfit to come into work… What happened? I don’t know man… She’s breaking down under all the stress. A few days of rest might do the trick. No, no, you don’t have to come down. I’ll take care of it.” 

He ended the call and you went limp, pausing your hysteria. He smiled at you as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. As if he hadn’t just made Tony believe that you were off your rockers. As if he hadn’t just fucked you five times over the span of 48 hours. 

He had planned every step of your entrapment to the letter and it was all going according to his plan.

You put your phone facedown on the dining table and walked back upstairs to your room. His room. Your room, too. 

Never, you internally screamed.

Well, it’s too late to debate it. 

You stood at the foot of your bed and traced the footboard. He took you countless amount of times on this bed and every instance held some clue that he was working up to what was happening now. You could see that now - but what was the point now?

You giggled as Jake pushed you onto his bed. Who knew this golden retriever could be so rough?

“Shhshshshhh” you slurred and Jake laughed in response. 

“Tony’s not here, baby,” he replied, climbing on top of you. 

“We’re not gonna get fired?” 

“He can’t fire me, sweetheart.”

“Oh… yeah.” You frowned, remembering that your risqué relationship was only risky for you. 

In your drunken haze, you didn’t realize Jake was rubbing his bulbous tip against your folds, gathering slick. 

“Condom?” 

“Don’t have,” Jake lied. 

“Oh,” you hesitated. 

“It’ll feel so good, baby.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and sunk in before you had the chance to protest. 

“Jakeeee,” you whined. Writhing under his grasp, you shook your head side-to-side as he vigorously fucked into you. 

He abruptly stopped and pulled out. “What have I said about saying my name?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you sheepishly say. 

“That’s right, slut. You’re gonna make me a daddy, right?” He pushed back in. 

“Yeah, you are. Gonna make me a daddy, so call me daddy.”

The implication of his words flew right over your head in your drunken haze and blank mind. Any ounce of sense that you had left was being fucked out by his thick length. 

“Gonna blow my load. Fill you tight cunt, not gonna last long.”

His words were broken with loud moans. He couldn’t think straight with your warm, wet pussy inviting him in over and over. 

As you shook from an overwhelming orgasm, your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing Jake to lose any last bit of restraint he was holding onto. He pushed in as far as he could go as you flailed around. He pinned your arms down and pressed his mouth into yours, delivering a hot and heavy kiss that had you panting. 

He pulled out, but the string of cum that followed made you blanch. You never were one for cum play. Still, you didn’t protest when Jake pushed everything back in with two fingers. 

“Gotta’ make sure you’re full baby.”

You shake your head now, but again, what’s the point? It’s all done and dusted. Though, you should give yourself some credit. Even if you had realized earlier, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He would’ve realized that you knew before you could’ve even thought about escaping.

As you drifted asleep, you adjusted the volume of the baby monitor one last time and slumped into the fluffy pillows. 

How do you wake up from dreams? Was it by pinching yourself? You couldn’t wake up from the nightmare that was your reality when you pinched yourself. You doubted that would work right now. You couldn’t recall how to open your eyes. Instead, you whimpered in your sleep, reliving the moment Jake finally revealed his ulterior motive

“You did what?” Jake was seething, but the only indication of it was his clenching jaw and red face. His tone was the perfect embodiment of the calm before a storm. 

“I know you aren’t happy… but Jake, you- you’re always talking about babies and a family. It was so overwhelming and I… I-I…” You were shivering now, unable to withstand the heat of his glare. You had never been on the receiving end of his anger. Hell, you had never even seen him angry. 

“I didn’t have an abortion, Jake, for god’s sake stop looking at me like a killed a baby! Plan B is not a crime. I’m only even bringing this up because I started on birth control anyway. Plan B every time we have sex is just not practical or feasible.”

At this point, you could’ve been speaking to a wall. Jake still hadn’t said anything and you were beginning to wonder if he had even been listening. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he whispered, at last. 

“What?”

“I watch you do everything, I can’t believe I didn’t know about the Plan B.”

“What… What are you saying?”

“I said,” Jake stood up, “I’ve basically been watching you 24/7. And I don’t know how I didn’t notice this.” 

“What do you mean watching me?” Tears in your waterline were threatening to blur your vision but you blinked furiously in an attempt to keep looking Jake in the eyes.

 “You think FRIDAY works for you?” 

Jake leisurely cracked each knuckle and took a step towards you. You took one back. 

“Oh, now, don’t be like that.”

You woke from your nightmare that was the boiling pot and jumped straight into the fire. Jake was already moving in and out of your channel, moaning about how he missed you too much. 

You tried to adjust yourself but he caught your arms and pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your stomach. 

When he pushed back in, the hopelessness of your life manifested as tears; it happens every once in a while. 

Today, you had a new record: you were able to hold off a total of 7 breakdowns.

But, of course, that was right before he pinched you awake every time.

Masterlist

[showtoonzfan]

I get we need lots more LGBT+ representation around in the world, but, like,,, media with straight couples is still going to, y’know, exist??? Wether we like it or not. It may be a little redundant and disappointing to see yet a another straight couple, but just because it’s a movie where the two romantic leads are heterosexual, it doesn’t mean that the movie is automatically going to be bad. Hold your judgements for until it releases.

Sorry if my point sounds offensive or muddled, I just wanted to say my piece.

Agreed, and it’s alright. Like…..here’s my gripe.

I get it, I want more gay stories too, but the hypocrisy really shows when people say they want more cultured stories, and then when they finally get that, they bitch because it doesn’t meet their standards. And once again, the damn movie isn’t even OUT yet. Like I can see where the LGBTQ+ community is coming from, but if you’re a person who’s attacking and bitching about a movie that isn’t even out yet simply because it’s a straight story, then I don’t sympathize with you. And yes, I get that people are also sick of the “forbidden love” trope but just because a movie has a trope that’s been used a lot, doesn’t mean it’s going to be bad, so long as it can add something new and creative to the table. We’ll have to wait and see. But yeah, I didn’t want to say this but people really need to wake up. I get that we all want more gay stories, but people need to realize that it’s fucking DISNEY. We’re never going to get an upfront movie that is a love story between two gay characters, at least not now. The closest we have to that are the Disney channel shows like Luz and Amity from the Owl House, and Molly and Libby from The ghost and Molly Mcgee. Disney doesn’t care about gay people, most of the time they have few gay characters only for clout and people need to realize that, like how they hyped up Lefou from the live action version of Beauty and the Beast, only for the “gay scene” to be 2 seconds long. I’m not saying you can’t want for more and demand more, but honestly at this point, if y’all want more gay media, watch something else and don’t turn to Disney, cause they’re mostly greedy assholes. It’s sad, but it’s the truth, I mean look at what Alex Hirsch had to go through when he was writing Gravity Falls, or how Disney cut out a character in Turning Red that was supposed to be trans, and another character that was going to kiss a female.

And don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to sound like I’m saying “oh the people who keep saying “we want more gay stories” should drop it lol”- cause I’m all for wanting to make a change and expanding on storytelling and media, and people deserve to ask for that, it’s just that they’re doing it in the worst way possible. By shitting on a movie that isn’t even out yet, you’re not getting your point across well. If you want to turn to Disney and ask for more stories regarding the LGBTQ+ community, do something like protesting, or making blogs and having your voice heard. Or, you could work on a story yourself. But again, I wouldn’t be so mad had some of the community not once again acted like jerks (not every member, just referring to the people who are mad at this movie because it’s straight). Y’all need to realize that Disney is the last…the LAST company you should expect to provide you with gay media. I do hope they change some day, but it ain’t ganna be now. Just don’t take it up with a movie that isn’t even freaking out yet.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Everyone likes to pretend Billy was never even there. Life goes on, people change, the past gets forgotten.

A year isn’t enough time for Max though. Right now it feels like the rest of her life wouldn’t be enough time, but Neil and Susan, they were doing just fine.

It’s almost like they like not having him around, that extra burden they couldn’t shake. The plan only Max knew was that Billy was going to stay at home until she was old enough to go with him so she’d be safe.

She knew he was fed up and looking at some local apartments within walking distance of Cherry Lane anyways, but then July happened, and Billy died.

Now it’s July again, and her hair is in twin braids of red with pure white ribbons on the end, and her and her mother are wearing matching blouses. There’s bruises under the bangle on her mothers wrist and one under Max’s own sleeve, and she just wants her brother back.

It’s a holiday they told her, her father (he’s not her fucking father, they never made her call him that when Billy was around) is a veteran, they have to celebrate. Better just dry her eyes and get over it.

Her mother invites all the family they have in the area over to their house for a little get together picnic, and they do their little happy family routine for a while, but Max can only handle so much of it.

Billy should be here by her side, flicking watermelon seeds at her face and putting ice cubes from the cooler down the back of her shirt, being an asshole to distract her from the reality of her family.

And that was that she didn’t really have one, a family. It was always just her and Billy.

Even at these events made for bonding with family, they were off to the side, messing around while the adults talked like they weren’t even there, and she knew she was a little naive then, but it stung more than ever, knowing that even after she’d lost her brother, nobody even stopped to say hi or check up on her, it was just straight into gossiping about the neighbors and those disrespectful bastards across the street who weren’t flying a flag for the holiday and family members who couldn’t be there.

But Max never heard Billy’s name come up even once, and not even in a respect to the dead boy and his grieving sister type of way, but rather, in the way that they just didn’t want to acknowledge his existence. None of these people had come to his graduation in May of last year, or his funeral two months later.

Billy was a taboo that the Hargrove-Mayfields didn’t dare taint their celebrations of freedom and justice with. The irony made Max sick to her stomach.

Or that was at least, until Neil couldn’t help himself.

His words are slurring already, with an excuse to party he’s on what Max would guess to be his fifth or sixth beer that afternoon, and someone just made the mistake of mentioning their own son, Billy and Max’s third cousin or something, and it spurs Neil off on a tangent about his.

“That boy was always good for nothing anyways. It’s almost the same now that he’s dead, ‘Cept maybe now I get some more quiet around the house.”

Nobody knows what to do when he says that, there’s a couple awkward laughs and one shocked gasp, that one was probably from her mother, but Max knows exactly what she wants to do.

What she wants is to watch Neil choking on his blood instead of her brother, his body being lowered into the ground instead of Billy’s, and in the moment she feels like she could be the one to make that a reality, but instead she just stands abruptly, a plate of the food her mother worked so hard to prepare for them she’d been too queasy to eat falling off her knees to the grass, and she says everything she’d bottled up for the past year.

“Don’t talk about Billy that way!

“Now, Maxine-“ Neil starts, but Max is livid, can’t hold back all the things she wished she had said before Billy died, when she got grounded after the funeral, when Neil started beating her, “No! I’m not going to let you do to me what you did to my brother! You don’t get to control me like you did him, it’s your fault that he’s dead!”

It’s her mother’s turn to try to stop her, slender hand covering her mouth painted red, “Maxine..”

“Stop trying to reason with me! I’m sick of pretending to be a family when I had to watch my own brother die! And I’m sick of being treated like I’m crazy for being the only one that cares about Billy!”

More than one person chimes in on that one, offended by the notion they don’t care about family, though it’s Neil that insists, in that faux calm, close to snapping voice of his, “We do care, Maxine. We’re all grieving in our own ways.”

She fires back, “Grieving what? The loss of your punching bag? You hated Billy! You don’t care that he’s dead, all that matters to you is having someone to hurt, and you no trouble adjusting to beating up on your wife and step-daughter instead!”

She catches a backhand to the face for that, and all the background chatter comes to a halt, Neil gritting out through his teeth, “Inside. Now.”

There are tears in her eyes that sting almost as much as the knuckle marks on her cheek, but Max feels like she won, getting her step dad all riled up in front of their family, she feels almost invincible, and she sneers all smug like and bitter, “I can’t go inside yet. I’m celebrating your service to our country, dad. You know, as a family.”

But when Neil's face turns as red as the blood that dripped from his wife’s nose the night before and he stands from his chair and drags her inside by the wrist himself, she realizes that it wasn’t exactly a win.

And when her brain goes numb trying to focus on both the repeated slaps and punches that explode like firecrackers across her skin and the way Neil is yelling and lecturing her until his voice is raw, giving her the same lessons her brother had burned into the back of his mind, she feels like she’s lost everything instead.

When she has to choke back her tears and apologize for embarrassing Neil and for making him hit her as punishment, she realizes, this isn’t a game that can be won or lost at all.

Max isn’t allowed to go back outside to the party. That rule goes unspoken, but words aren't necessary with the way Neil storms off without another word, slamming the back door behind himself. She’s slowly starting to figure out what the things her step father does instead of says mean.

She misses being allowed to be clueless, having someone to protect her or take what punishment she had earned. She wishes she wouldn’t have asked so much of Billy though.

Her own room isn’t safe anymore, what once had been the place she’d be ushered off to when Neil got bad had become more like a trap, the place Neil went to first when he was angry. Everything that had been hers felt wrong, so she goes to Billy’s room and doesn’t come out for the rest of the night. Even now that he’s gone, he still kept her safe.

There’s a welt on her face and fresh bruises forming everywhere, hot tears wetting her sunburnt cheeks and the pillows that smell like Billy, or at least used to before Susan decided his room needed cleaned and washed away every trace of her brother.

All night long there are fireworks going off, a big show put on by the city downtown has her shaking, unable to close her eyes for fear those distant explosions would take her back to the mall, bring back memories she’d never forget, and covering her ear with her hands.

The cracks and booms that shake her windows and her entire life, a headache and a heart break even stronger.

She tries her hardest not to think about Starcourt though, so instead she thinks about how Billy would’ve been proud of her for standing up to Neil. He would’ve called her an idiot, but he would’ve cleaned up her scrapes and held her through the panic attack after, and he probably would’ve liked to see the person Max was becoming too.

That makes Max’s heart hurt, the fact that he won’t get to. She cries harder, and she feels so alone without Billy.

Some part of her knows that she isn’t though. She isn’t the only one that lost somebody last July.

Hawkins’ cemetery was alive with flowers and wreaths and decoration, and more than anything the grieving. All of the victims had families, or in the case of the Holloway’s where their whole family was killed, they had friends and neighbors in the tight knit community who remembered them. El was still grieving Hopper, and Max knew Billy had people like that too.

Billy was popular, his death had a huge impact on the younger population of the town, but not only that, he had his closest friends, Steve and Tommy and Carol and Nicole and Adam from the pool, and of course Heather couldn’t be there, but those people were all keeping her brother alive.

As much as it felt like everyone was trying to forget him, they weren’t, and that brought Max a little bit of hope.

Hope that Billy would be remembered for the things he did right, and who he was behind the boy he had to be to keep them safe.

Hope that with his memory kept in the hearts of so many, the burden of grief wouldn’t fall solely on Max forever and make things a little easier.

Hope that the wound would someday heal, and she could look back on the time she did have with Billy, those seven too short years, with a smile on her face.

For now, she wraps herself in Billy’s jacket and comforter, listening to his music to drown out the distant fireworks, and dreams of the day when things won’t be like this, when she can leave Hawkins and all it’s bad memories and the “family” holding her back to live a life her brother would be proud of, a life that would honor his.

Max decides then with determination, flinching when a bright flash lights up her window, a loud echo through the quaint neighborhood, that she was going to do what Billy hadn’t been able to and break the cycle.

Tomorrow, she’d tell the school counselor she’d been assigned when her depression was at its worst all about Neil Hargrove.