#and if you try to prove me wrong then you are just proving my point if you have nothing good to say then simply keep scrolling

[shurisneakers]

hey I wanna say I absolutely love your writing ,English is not my first language but your writing cracks me up every time I absolutely adore your work! I wanted to throw in an idea for misery loves company because I really like the grumpy×grumpy ,what about them being loners/grumpy in a wedding,maybe it's Steve's or someone else on the team and they share a quiet dance on the balcony or something so yeah that's my idea ,again love your works ♥️♥️♥️♥️

a/n: hello! thank you for your kindness and for sending this in, I hope you like it <3

this is part of misery loves company but is just a stand alone fic. you don’t need to read anything before this

warnings: swearing, light angst

You slip out before the first toast.

The balcony is quiet, the air sharp against your skin. Below, the city hums, distant and indifferent. The music is still loud behind you, but out here, it’s muffled, softened by the wind.

You don’t belong inside.

The thought comes unbidden, bitter in your mouth.

So the balcony is cold, the air sharp against your skin. The city sprawls below, distant and untouchable. The music inside is muffled now, voices blending together, champagne bubbling in glasses. It’s still too loud.

You lean against the railing, fingers gripping the cold marble. You tell yourself it doesn’t matter. That you don’t care.

You exhale, press your palms against the railing, giving yourself five seconds before you call an Uber to get home.

Behind you, the door creaks open.

"You gonna jump?"

You hear the shuffle of his shoes against the floor as he leans beside you.

You close your eyes. "Go back inside. Make someone else's night worse."

"Yours already looks terrible, I've got a headstart," Bucky says, stepping up beside you.

You don’t turn, but you can feel him watching you, his presence taking up too much space in a very spacious balcony.

"You left early," he grunts out.

"So did you," you mutter.

"Yeah," he says. "People started looking at me like they wanted to ask me to dance."

You scoff. "You just think everyone’s in love with you."

"You're not proving me wrong," he points out.

"You're the most insufferable man I know."

"Honoured."

You finally glance at him. His tie is loose and he looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.

"Why are you out here?"

Your grip tightens on the railing. "Why are you?"

You know he sees it.

"You gonna actually answer," he says coolly, "or are we going to keep doing this?"

You exhale sharply, looking ahead. "DJ’s shit."

"It’s a live band."

"Then they should’ve hired a DJ."

His mouth twitches, but his eyes don't move off you.

"Try again."

"No," you say flatly.

He tilts his head at you, expression unreadable.

It makes you feel like your skin is on fire. Weddings are hard. Weddings with him around are even harder, for reasons you can't put words to.

A beat passed and he finally pushes himself away from the railing.

You're about to make some biting comment, when instead--

"Dance with me."

You blink. "Are you concussed?"

"Not recently."

You scoff, crossing your arms. "If this is some kind of sympathy thing-"

"Jesus," he mutters. "Yeah, I wanna pity dance with you, that's exactly what's happening here."

"Then what?"

He shrugs, "You think you're the only one who's angry?"

Your jaw tightens, teeth harsh against each other.

"We don’t have to talk," he mutters, like he's tired. Like things are hard for him too. "Just dance with me."

You stare at him, skeptical. He stares back, unbothered.

Instead, you grab his hand, passive-aggressive, like the universe owes you something for putting him in your life.

"Step on my feet, I break your kneecaps."

"For the record, I was a good fuckin' dancer."

"There is not one person left alive that can corroborate that," you scoff.

It's a joke, but you're acutely aware that maybe it's exactly why this is hard for him.

He pulls you in, a little stiff, like neither of you actually know how to do this anymore.

The music filters in from inside, something soft, but the two of you aren’t moving right to it.

He sways, slow and easy, like it makes all the sense in the world.

It pisses you off that somewhere, it starts feeling that was for you too.

"You're terrible at this," you mutter.

"So are you," he grumbles.

You scoff. "You said you were good at dancing."

"Yeah, well," he exhales, "people say a lot of shit."

You roll your eyes, but you don’t let go.

Neither does he.

The wind picks up. His palm presses a little firmer against your back. You don’t know what to do with that.

"You think you’re mad now," he mutters, "just wait ‘til I do this."

You frown, "What are you plann-"

You barely have time to react before his lips brush against your forehead.

It’s quick, warm, and a little unpracticed, like he thought about it too hard but did it anyway.

Your fingers tighten against his shirt. Not because you want to hold on. But because you don’t know what else to do with your hands when something shifts in your chest.

"Jes—"

"Shut up," he says, and it's the closest you've heard him come to pleading. "Five more minutes."

The words sit between you, heavy and unspoken.

You don’t know if he’s talking about the dance or something bigger.

Five more minutes.

Like you’re not running out of time. Like something in the world could belong to you, even if just for a little while.

You close your eyes. Breathe him in.

And five minutes stretch on longer than they usually do.

[marauders-bs]

p4! and so soon :3 @jamie-potters ty for the comment it made me finish this <3 @r0seprincess no meadowes kids this time 😔 next time tho @im-a-mess-of-a-person :3

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Hermione watched Dorcas sprint, laughing with her braids flying behind her, summer sun glinting off the grass.

Regulus was just in front of her, laughing quieter but still laughing. 

"Fine!" a boy's voice called, and Hermione realized as she looked around that Barty, Evan and Pandora were with Dorcas and Regulus. The boy who had spoken was Barty. "Fine, Reg wins, and my dumbass should learn to stop challenging you two to races."

"You should learn," Pandora said. Barty flicked her arm.

"Are you guys going to try out for the Quidditch team?" Evan asked, meeting Dorcas and Regulus in the middle of the field. "I think the Keeper and the Seeker just graduated."

Regulus shrugged. "I'm not sure I will. That kind of thing will get back to my mother fast, and she'll think I'm turning into Sirius."

"I might," Dorcas said. "I'm not sure I'm good enough, but it's worth a shot. Bat, you're good enough to be a Beater, I think."

"Dora too," Barty said, nudging her. "We would be the best power duo."

"Bone-breaking duo," Regulus said. "Everyone would rue the day Flitwick let you play."

Pandora nodded, smiling. Every memory Hermione saw with her in it made her wonder what had happened to the twins to make them practically swap personalities. 

The memory began to whirl, and Hermione smiled at it. She knew the way Dorcas went out, and she was glad that she seemed to have a good childhood.

-

The next scene was the inside of the Slytherin common room. Dorcas was pointing her wand at a Muggle pen and trying to transform it- into what, Hermione couldn't tell.

"Just do it without the wand," Evan said. "You're better without it."

"I know," Dorcas said. She looked over at him, smiling, but something in his expression made her smile drop.

Evan picked up his quill, eyes vacant, and began to sketch without looking at his paper. Five drawings appeared out of the seemingly random strokes– a boy who looked like Regulus, but older, reaching a hand upwards as hands drug him down into water. An older Dorcas stood angry, wand nowhere to be seen but hands outstretched, as a jet of light shot at her. Evan himself laying in Barty's arms, dead, as the blond boy screamed at the sky. Pandora looked like she was flying backwards, a cauldron in front of her. Barty's eyes were vacant but he was standing, a dementor in front of him.

Hermione didn't believe in Divination, but this might be something to prove her wrong. She knew that Luna's mum had blown herself up, Regulus had drowned in the lake and that Barty had received the Dementor's Kiss. That was the drawings on the paper.

"Ev?" Dorcas asked, pulling the notebook towards her. Her own death predicted on the page didn't seem to faze her, but the others did. "Ev?"

"What?" he asked, pulling the notebook back to him. "Did I do this?"

"Just now," she answered. "Evan, what-"

"I don't know either," he said. "I don't know why Dora would be messing around with potions. That's my thing, not hers."

Dorcas shrugged, concerned look on her face, but Evan went back to his work, so Dorcas did too. 

-

The next memory was the Quidditch pitch. Dorcas stood there beside three older people, two boys and a girl. She didn't seem nervous, but confident in her abilities. 

The Chasers sent seven hard goals to the first potential Keeper, and he missed five. The captain just waved him off, turning to the next boy. He did even worse, missing six of the goals. The older girl saved six but missed the seventh, which was understandable as it was a professional-level shot.

Then it was Dorcas's turn. Hermione had never met the girl, yet she couldn't help but hold her breath as Dorcas saved one, two, three, four, five, six shots. The seventh was the one the older girl had missed, a feint to one side and a shot on the far goal. Dorcas managed to save that one and throw it to a Chaser halfway down the field, making it look simple and stupid that the other girl had missed it.

The captain raised an eyebrow at Dorcas, who was a third-year. "How'd you make those?" he asked.

"I practice," she said simply. "And I'm good at what I do."

"'Good at what you do,' my ass." the captain said. "Do you have your wand on you?"

"No," Dorcas answered calmly. "I don't need it. I'm perfectly capable of saving goals without help."

One of the Chasers rolled his eyes. "We can just take both of them, you know. Let Meadowes play until she gets herself injured too bad."

Hermione could actually feel Ron thrumming with anger from beside her. He was protective of all people, even ones he didn't know very well. It was Hermione's favorite thing about him, if she was honest.

The captain made a face at the Chaser who had spoken. "You're usually right, Anna, but we haven't let someone below fifth year on the team in more than a decade."

"I'll take talent over age," one of the Beaters said. "That might just be me, though."

"Not just you," muttered the Chaser who had made the most difficult shots, picking at her nails. 

"Fine," the captain said. He turned to Dorcas and her opponent. "Meadowes, congratulations, you're on the team. Sorry, Blanchet, but you're going to be our reserve Keeper for if Meadowes gets hurt."

The girl – Blanchet? – took it better than McLaggen had. She clapped Dorcas on the shoulder, and the memory began to whirl.

-

"So, Sirius told me you're on the Slytherin team?" Marlene said, swinging down into the seat beside Dorcas. A glance around told Hermione that they were back in the Transfiguration classroom.

"Why would Sirius know that?" Dorcas asked, pulling out an ink bottle.

"Baby Black, obviously," Marlene replied. "Him and Sirius together must know everything that goes on in the school."

"That's because of Barty, not Reg," Dorcas said, laughing a little. "For all his loudmouth tenancies, he does a surprising amount of lurking."

Marlene laughed, very clearly surprised at Dorcas's honesty. Hermione knew about her brutal honesty at that point, and she was a bit taken aback that Marlene didn't know about that.

McGonagall entered the room then, Dorcas turned to her, and the memory spun away.

-

The next memory showed Dorcas looking stoic in a locker room similar to the one that Hermione had spent time in because of Ron and Harry. The grip she had on her broom told Hermione that her entire attitude was probably faked. 

"Are you ready for this, Meadowes?" the only other female player asked, lacing up her boots. "Ravenclaw's really good this year thanks to those new Beaters they got. Second years, both of them, and one's a girl, but they work together better than anyone I've ever seen."

"I'm friends with the Beaters," Dorcas said dismissively. "One of them will do his level best to knock anyone off their broom except me and the other will be a problem because she's actually smart."

"Which one?" the captain asked from where he was pulling on his jersey.

"The girl," Dorcas said. "The blond one's book-smart but incredibly stupid. He's only on the team because he's powerful. Pandora's smart and strong."

"Hope you all heard that," the captain called to the team. "The girl Beater's the smarter one and the boy will just try to knock you off your broom. If you can take her out of commission, do, but try not to get taken out of the game, Dahar."

"Boring," one of the Beaters muttered. "But fine."

"Anything else, since you're friends with them?" the Chaser girl asked.

Dorcas looked deep in thought. "Levine is their lead Chaser, but he's not as good as Abbas is. They let him lead because it's his last year, but it's going to be Abbas who scores if anyone does."

"Their Seeker?" the Slytherin Seeker asked.

"Smart, as Ravenclaw Seekers usually are," Dorcas replied. "His broom is horrible and he refuses to buy another one, so he'll be slow."

The Chaser girl grinned and clapped Dorcas on the back, "Earning your keep this game, aren't you? Bet your friends are going to be real mad when they lose."

"They already know they're going to lose, Anna," Dorcas said with a grin.

"That's the spirit," the captain said. "Alright, everyone up. They're going to call Ravenclaw first because they hate us, but we'll be soon after that. Order we fly out in is as it usually is– Koz, Ford, me, Dahar, Stroll, Meadowes, and St James. It's going to be a rough game, but we have our own little secret weapon."

"Stop making jokes about my height, asshole," Dorcas muttered, but she was smiling as everyone laughed with her.

Outside the room, someone began to call out the names of the Ravenclaws. Hermione heard only two she recognized- Crouch Jr and Rosier, presumably Barty and Pandora, and then the commentator began to call names the captain had said. The Chaser girl, Anna, flew out first, kicking hard off the ground and flying through the curtain. The second Chaser followed, then the captain, then the two Beaters, then Dorcas.

Hermione felt the wind in her hair like she was flying with Dorcas. She watched her do a loop around Barty, stick her tongue out, and fly to the goalposts. 

A memory interrupted the main one, sort of like a flashback within a flashback.

Dorcas was sitting with Anna and the captain, presumably after a practice.

"Hey, Meadowes," the captain said. "If you save more goals than we score, I'll let you hit Snape for every save you make. I'll even whipe his memory for you."

"That sounds fantastic," Dorcas said, grinning at him sideways.

The memory went back to Dorcas in front of the goalposts, waiting there as a younger Madame Hooch called out to the captains. Dorcas's captain shook hands with the Ravenclaw one, looking as though his mind was already in the sky.

Hermione still didn't understand Quidditch, and the fact that the memory only showed Dorcas's saves made it harder still to follow. One flash showed a Bludger coming at Dorcas at top speed, one of the Beaters throwing her his bat, and her smacking it as hard as she could at Barty and throwing the bat back to its rightful owner. Pandora smacked Barty's head the next time she flew by.

The memory began to whirl suddenly as a bludger rocketed towards Dorcas. She looked at it in surprise and tried to dive out of the way, but the memory went black.

send thoughts and prayers grade check ins for my seventh graders come out tomorrow and 1/2 of them are failing because they won't do the two pieces of gd homework i assigned them IT'S CADEN'S OWN DAMN FAULT HE'S FAILING JENNIFER HE HASN'T DONE AN ASSIGNMENT IN TWO MONTHS

[00valentina-writes00]

✞⛧ Ellie loves you ✞⛧

Warnings: self-deprecation, emotional vulnerability, insecurity, body image issues, comforting dialogue, fluff, tender moments, slight teasing, soft angst, college au Ellie

Word count: 1.3k

You were sitting on the edge of your dorm bed, fingers mindlessly flipping through a worn-out notebook, your gaze unfocused. It wasn’t like you were actively trying to be in a bad mood, but everything seemed off today. Maybe it was the mess in the room or the annoying guy who knocked into you on the way to class. Maybe it was that stupid argument with your roommate about laundry. Either way, the frustration was building, and you could feel it in your chest. It made your skin crawl with irritation, and before you knew it, the muttering started.

You weren’t even aware that you were speaking out loud, but the words came anyway.

“I hate my hair. It’s always so flat and messy. Why can’t I just—ugh, why do I even bother? I hate how I look in these jeans. They’re too tight, and I feel like a damn sausage. And why is my face always breaking out? It’s like, what’s even the point of skincare? I’m so bad at everything, always…”

You trailed off, taking a breath, not even realizing how much you had spiraled in such a short amount of time. You’d been so caught up in your own head, you hadn’t noticed Ellie standing in the doorway of your room. The soft sound of her voice broke the silence, and you froze mid-rant.

“You know, I didn’t realize I was dating a comedian.”

You blinked, lifting your gaze to see her leaning against the doorframe. She had that damn smirk on her face, the one that always got to you. Her green eyes twinkled, but there was something more behind them—something that made you feel like she could see right through the tough exterior you’d put up.

“You’re really gonna sit there and complain about yourself when I’m trying to tell you how amazing you are?”

You frowned, your shoulders slumping as you looked away. “I’m not amazing, Ellie. I’m just… me. And I don’t like it.”

Ellie pushed herself off the doorframe, moving toward you with that lazy confidence she always carried, like she was ready to prove you wrong. You tried to avoid eye contact, but she wasn’t having any of it.

Before you could respond, she sat next to you on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them, her messy brown hair falling over her forehead as she gave you that familiar sideways grin.

“Alright,” she started, leaning in a little closer. “If you’re gonna go on and on about what you don’t like about yourself, then I’m gonna hit you with a list of what I do like about you.”

You raised an eyebrow, still not looking at her. “You’re gonna try to cheer me up? I’m not sure that’s gonna work.”

Ellie’s grin only grew wider. “Oh, trust me, babe. This is gonna work. You ready?”

You shot her a half-hearted glance. She looked so damn sure of herself, and despite your mood, you couldn’t help but feel a little curiosity rise. You sighed, folding your arms across your chest.

“Go ahead,” you muttered.

Ellie leaned back slightly, as if preparing for a long, epic speech. She took a deep breath, her expression shifting from playful to earnest. And then she started, her voice steady and warm, almost like she was reciting poetry.

“First of all, I love how your eyes light up when you’re passionate about something. Like when you talk about the books you’re reading, or when you’re telling me about some random fact you learned and can’t wait to share with me.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how easily the words flowed from her. You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed quiet, though the tension in your chest began to ease.

Ellie kept going, her eyes focused on you now, as if she could see everything beneath your tough exterior.

“I love how you’re always so kind, even when you think you’re being hard on yourself. You make everyone feel welcome, you know? I’ve seen you with people who are struggling, and you always know exactly what to say to make them feel better. It’s something I could never do.”

Her voice softened a little, like the words were making her vulnerable too. You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. But Ellie didn’t notice, or maybe she just didn’t care.

“And your hair?” Ellie said, scooting a little closer, her voice teasing now. “That messy, wild hair of yours? It’s my favorite thing. Every time I see you with it in that stupid ponytail, I think to myself, ‘Damn, she’s perfect just like that.’”

You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at that, shaking your head despite yourself.

Ellie nudged you with her shoulder, a playful grin crossing her face. “And those jeans you’re complaining about?” She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a half-smirk. “Honestly, they look damn good on you. Like, really good. Trust me, I notice these things.”

You rolled your eyes, but the blush creeping across your face made you look away, your heart skipping a beat.

Ellie wasn’t done yet. She had a lot more to say, and it wasn’t all about your appearance.

“And your brain? You’re so smart. Like, I don’t even know how you manage to fit all that knowledge in there without your head exploding. I’m not talking about school stuff either; I’m talking about life. You’re sharp, you get things in a way that most people don’t.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you just let her words sit in the air, feeling that weight of honesty settle in your chest.

“And I haven’t even gotten to your heart,” Ellie continued, her voice quieter now, more sincere. She placed a hand on your shoulder, and for a moment, everything felt still, like the world outside didn’t exist.

“You’re one of the most caring people I know, even if you don’t show it all the time. When you care about something or someone, you go all in. You’re there for the people who need you. You’re always ready to fight for them. And that’s not something you see every day.”

You felt something in your chest tighten at her words. You didn’t know how she could see all of this in you when all you saw was your own flaws. But somehow, Ellie saw something else. Something you didn’t even know how to recognize in yourself.

“You get me, you know that?” Ellie added softly, her voice tinged with something softer than usual. “You make me feel like I’m not the screw-up I always think I am. You make me feel like I’m worth something. So don’t go beating yourself up for stupid stuff, okay?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and for the first time all day, the tight knot of frustration inside of you began to loosen. You turned to Ellie, meeting her gaze for the first time since she started her rant. She was staring at you with a mix of tenderness and determination, her green eyes full of warmth.

“You’ve got no idea how much I needed to hear that,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Ellie smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I know. I’m just doing my job as your girlfriend, babe. But seriously, stop being so hard on yourself.”

You finally let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, the weight of her words lifting you. Maybe you weren’t perfect. Maybe you had your flaws. But the way Ellie saw you—really saw you—made it feel like none of that mattered.

You shifted closer to her, wrapping your arms around her in a tight embrace. “Thanks, Ellie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Ellie chuckled, hugging you back with that same quiet confidence. “You’ll never have to find out.”

[folkwhoreberry]

Ok what if-

Kimi antonelli x reader, reader being a theater kid whos just big on emotions and very artsy and kimi's just heart eyes trying everything to convince reader he's a good muse to be I'm their art? 🫶🫶

I just love the typical Italian in love with art

For That You Should Be Dead

kimi antonelli x reader

or... the one where you’re not in the room where it happened

word count : 725

warning : spoilers to hamilton and heathers!!, jokes about suicide & homocide, english is not my first language!!!

🐜🌺

will his ghost follow me all my life?

kimi wondered, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you, hamilton the musical playing on the tv as you stood in front of it, playing a one woman show for your boyfriend.

“I hid the letter and I raced to her place, screamed ‘how could you?’ in her face, she said-“ you sang out loud, holding the tv remote in your hand, acting as if it’s a microphone, turning around to switch positions in order to play maria.

“no, sir!” you kept on going, switching from sitting on your knees to standing up and looking down at where you where just kneeling almost at the speed of light, all while singing.

kimi just watched, amused at how much emotion and energy you have for this. it was almost 11pm, for god’s sake. he sighed, getting up from where he sat on the couch and walked towards you, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you with him to sit on the couch. if he was going to watch something you made him watch, and probably question him about it later, he’d rather be focused on that. as much as he loved you, he’d like you to not why the zoomies and let them out by performing.

“you’re going to wake up the neighbours, amore.” he said, sitting you down next to him and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “but it’s the room where it happened now! who’s going to do the burr run in circles, huh?” you argued back, trying to free yourself from his hold before giving up, hugging huffing crossing your arms over your chest. “‘ts not fair.” you mumbled, making kimi smirk and ruffle your hair, continuing to watch the musical, now aaron burr complaining about not being where they decided on the capital.

“I don’t like him.” he said, pointing to the tv with his finger. “hey don’t you far speak about this lovely man like this!” you bit back, looking up at him with a grumpy expression, making him chuckle. “hey, don’t be mad just because I know you.” he whispered. he wasn’t wrong, he probably knew you better than anyone, including the fact that when you were very tired to tended to get a sudden rush of energy right before getting extremely tired.

this proved itself a short time later, when kimi looked down at you with a shocked expression, right after blow us all away and when stay alive - reprise started playing. “did he really just kill hi-“

he stopped himself when he saw you were asleep, tucked under his arm, all warm and snuggly. he chuckled, running his hand through your hair before turning his gaze back to the tv.

you did woke up though when he gasped loudly during the world was wide enough.

——————

he was sat in the audience, watching your performing heathers on stage, playing veronica. he filmed you, smiling as he saw you coming back up on stage, laughing along with everyone during blue.

though when he lost his shit was during meant to be yours, his hand covering his mouth as he gasped, his eyes fixated on you standing on stage with a rope around your neck, you head hung. but fortunately for him and his heart’s health, you were just playing a prank on jd.

he came up to you after the show, handing you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and kissing you on the cheek.

“you did amazing, dolce!” kimi praised your brushing a stray hair out of your face as he looked at you, still wearing your blue costume.

“thank you-“ you said before he cut you off, his hand cupping your cheek. “but you fucking scared me there, you didn’t tell me that veronica will die!”

you laughed at his words, your free hand that wasn’t holding the flowers coming up to cover his hand on your cheek. “but she didn’t! it was just a prank!” you said, smiling widely.

“still,” he mumbled, moving his hand away from your face to hold the flowers for you and hug you tightly. “you scared me. you won’t ever do this to me, right?” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear in the noisy backstage area.

“mmhh, no promise.”

“if you do, I’ll hang you and then myself.”

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a/n : not quiet what you asked there nonnie sorry, but my love for musicals and solo performing them is bigger than my love for myself

p.s. - ahh yes finally got to write for the man I have as my wallpaper ☕️

[freezerbnuuy]

People are already proving their ability to not properly read a post before charging in with an argument, lmao. 🤡

‘Misinformation is misinformation regardless of whether it was intentional!’ For fuck’s sake open your eyes lmao

Let me spell it out clearer for the people who are desperate to misread the post. It is saying TO CHECK WHETHER OR NOT SOMEONE HAS CORRECTED THEMSELVES BEFORE ACCUSING THEM OF SPREADING MISINFORMATION!

Misinformation is misinformation yes, here’s a gold star for your Reception class reward chart for making such a clever point ⭐️ But if you actually read my post before being mad you’d realise I am saying to check that people are correcting themselves first before ‘accusing them�� of spreading misinformation.

I’m sorry I so hurt the feelings of the Accusation Obsessed website but I couldn’t give less of a fuck. All I am saying is to have an open mind when people have wrong information about something so , considering everything, trivial as a video game.

'Why make it about race : ( ' I mentioned it because it's no coincidence that people assume that when nonwhite players try to inform their gaming communities of literally anything, or if they make one small error in their post regarding a community issue people assume there's some kind of malicious intent in there somewhere, and not just a mistake or a lack of context. I've seen this happen far too many times across multiple gaming communities and I think some of you subconsciously or otherwise think accusing them of wrongdoing where there is none is some sort of weird 'golden ticket' of self-righteousness.

All I am saying is not to jump down people’s throats about it and just offer people the correct information if needed without the accusations. Considering some of you read your own version of my original post I’m sure you same people will misread this one too 😘😘

If something is wrong you can offer a correction without accusing people of sharing the wrong thing with intent. You can just say ‘Oh this was disproven’ or check that OP has corrected themselves first so you aren’t repeating yourself over and over to the same person.

Is that highlighted paragraph clear and concise enough for you? Is that short enough for the modern mind to digest without reading something else into it? Or do I need to sit with you all and explain it word for word like a mother and toddler?

Breaking my ‘quitting tumblr’ momentarily to say PLEASE stop being dumb fucks and accusing people of spreading misinformation about The Sims 1 and 2 re-release having the Denuvo DRM when they have corrected themselves via reblogs, edits and replies - because this community loves jumping on players of colour any chance they get to accuse them of wrongdoing where there is none. If I know Simblr I know it takes a white person to say anything for anyone to give a shit, so listen up and read carefully! 📖

The posts about the Sims 1 and 2 re release having the Denuvo DRM on them were mostly written BEFORE it was proven to be false. They are likely NOT spreading ‘misinformation!!!111’ intentionally. Many have self-corrected. Take your heads out of your asses and take a moment to consider things before accusing people. I know this is Tumblr and you’re incapable of doing that as well as checking all the available information before making an accusation, but give it a try. Do it for me 🥺😘 If you don’t want to look like a dumbass then CHECK THE COMMENTS, CHECK REPLIES AND CHECK THE ORIGINAL POST to see if amendments and corrections are made before going all 🤓 on people and making accusations of ‘spreading misinformation’ when many people have corrected themselves in reblogs, replies, and edits.

Act on the idea that people are not spreading this intentionally because the likelihood is they are not. For once in your fucking lives THINK I BEG YOU before jumping down the throats of Black and Arab players. Like I know it feels good to be self-righteous on the Internet but you really do look stupid when you don’t check for corrections before saying people are spreading old news intentionally.

‘I know EA has a broken track record / it’ll be broken / well I hate EA but I’m still buying’ …It’s not the 2000s anymore, sorry millennials, our childhoods spent with these games are well and truly over - but don’t buy these games, do some searching and find them that way.

AND OF course there’s already clowns in the replies who will read their own version of a post instead of the actual post lmao. @crazy-lazy-elder-sims now I know exactly how you feel every time you write a post.

[lygma-nygma]

Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

I love it when women hate men. I love it when women are allowed to vent to each other about how horrible and creepy men are. I love it when women form friendships with and prioritize each other over relationships with men(whether they're attracted to them or not). I love it when women put men dni in their bios and on their nude photos and on posts on their blogs. I love it when women refuse to mollycoddle and accommodate entitled male feelings with "but this doesn't mean I hate all men, I know a few men who are great, I love my father/sons/brothers/uncles/male cousins/guy friends" I love it when women complain about men WITHOUT "not all men" being a disclaimer. I love it when women avoid socializing with/refuse to be around/befriend/get close to men because they know men can't be trusted. I love it when women make "kill all men" jokes. I love it when women offer absolutely no concern or care for men's feelings and if their misandry offends men whatsoever because why should we, men are the oppressor class who have raped and killed and abused us and kept us as subjugated as second-class citizens for millennia, they regularly mistreat us and the women in their own marginalized communities still every single day and make this world so much harder and more awful for us to be in, and if we choose to hate them and not spare them any sympathy then so be it, and I don't just mean "men as a class" either, you can be a woman who doesn't want to have anything to do with any man on an individual basis and completely cuts off men from her personal life too and ykw I will love and fucking support you in that because men deserve absolutely NOTHING from us. If they're so tough and strong then they can handle it just like they can handle being lonely. If you are a woman who hates men, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A LESBIAN AND/OR A TRANS WOMAN, then just know that I love you. I love you, I support you, and you are safe here.

[mr-payjay]

watching the nickel apology scene from the great bluish bakery over and over going completely insane. i could rewrite this to actually sound like nickel.

[boneathin]

Ok. First off I thought we were having a debate, not a middle school argument. Second, let dive into your supposed points then.

"there is incest in the show, but Rick doesn't want to kiss Morty"

Literally just stating a fact, followed by an opinion with no evidence.

"I like selfcest, I don't care if you ship incest, I just don't think Rick would do it"

Three opinions in a row there, in direct response to a BUNCH of instances I referenced that directly prove my point.

"I'm only talking about Rick c-137"

Me too, and on top of that rickorty isn't JUST for 'our' Rick and Morty, it's actually more common in a citadel setting. But most importantly not at all a point.

(an out of context frame of one panel of a comic that you yourself admit is not important to cannon)

"also what about Rick killing king jelly bean!!!!?!!"

There's no evidence to support Rick knew what happened with king jelly bean and Morty, he just knew that jelly bean upset Morty to a point Morty was willing to give up his chance of having a choice with the adventures. There is literally nothing in that episode that says Rick knows what king jelly bean did. He just saw Morty upset, and reacted. I want to point out this is the ONLY real point you tried to make.

"beastiality and pedophilia are different!"

No shit. My point was not that it's the same thing. My point was that Rick has loose sexual morals and this is openly shown on the show several times. He takes pride in fucking anything with the ability to consent.

"I just don't think he would do it"

Oh man. This is an absolute dog shit take. You're not his buddy, you don't know him personally. He's not a real fucking dude. You don't KNOW shit about him because he's not fucking real. The real issue is you coming into a tag you don't like just to talk shit and claim a higher level of understanding of a FICTIONAL CHARACTER who could do anything that the writers want him to do.

"codependency isn't inherently romantic"

Your right, but I don't even understand why this came up honestly. It's not really codependency when it's so predominant that you want other versions of yourself to also be in the same situation. That word doesn't even fit into the context of the situation.

"my family kisses me on the lips, it's normal"

But very clearly not for their family, as by the way Rick commented on it. It's very clearly more than just a kiss in a familiar way when that's not how they express familiar love to anyone else in the family.

"Morty sexualization is only on the screen to make a point"

Ok, so by that logic there's no point in analyzing anything that happens on the screen because it's just a dumb cartoon that is just a metaphor for capitalism. Oh wait, why are you fighting other people for their opinions on it then? Right, because you want to take the show as it is with its world building techniques. So in other words, either take it as it is or just admit you have a double standard. Because I could say him killing king jelly bean was just a pr move honestly, but I didn't because I recognize that all of the show should be received from the same perspective.

"but---he doesn't try to hurt the people he loves :'("

Oh. My god. How did space beth come to be? Or what about the entire car of fake acid episode. Or better yet, what about summers first job? Let's just slide past this one because you are wrong on this point and you know you are. Rick is a narcissist and an asshole who takes what he wants and makes people pay for disagreeing with that outcome.

"ricks established morals say he wouldn't"

No they don't. Because he doesn't have established morals. He is a morally grey character, intentionally. It was created that way specifically so that he could be the character he is, which is a cut and paste evil genius who does whatever he wants and makes inventions to get away with it.

"I know I'm right"

Again and proving the point that your entire argument is based off of the face that you won't be wrong regardless of how WRONG you may be. You haven't been met with a compelling argument because you're not fucking listening. Your over here in a God damn echo chamber.

You made about two points in this whole thing and only refuted the millions of points that I made with 'i don't think so'. I derailed your topic by actually backing up my points, and it hurts your feelings to know that you might actually be wrong.

I can say , that about many shows there is no base for the 'proship' of favoritism. Dipper and Bill weren't doing anything, sans and frisk weren't doing anything. But this has more than enough evidence on its side. You just don't have the guts to take the media as is. Justin Roland is actually openly proship, and had formulated the show this way on purpose cus he's a little creepy just like all his fans.

Anybody who ships rickorty or thinks Rick is in any way a predator fundamentally misunderstands his character ❤️

[fisheito]

my princess nonsense is being encouraged watch ouyt imabout to be eneaabled

OK WHATF ATHAT'S SO CUTE I HAD TO MAKE IT i know realistically there's little to no chance that rei DOESN'T know how to work heels 🤣 BUT IMAGINE.....ING.... YAKUMO GENTLY GUIDING REI IN HEELS, WEEKS BEFORE THE BIG GALA AND HAVING NONE OF HIS NORMAL FEAR OF PHYSICAL TOUCH BC HIS [TEACHER MODE] IS OVERRIDING HIS INSECURITY

[presidentofclaudeloving2024]

Just something I had to put on YouTube and now all of you will see it here too lmao.

[scribbles-2004]

is it really that hard to not ship a SA victim with the mf that SAd them

[andromedaexists]

"i'm literally never beating the allegations" and then the allegations are that i like skrunkly looking guys

[stinkbeck]

nothing more relaxing than like acting out a play in my room alone

[todayisafridaynight]

if theres one thing that differentiates mine and sawashiro its that sawashiro is JUST a LITTLE silly. on a microscopic level he is SUPER MINUTELY goofy

[silverflqmes]

toorukawass ➡️ silverflqmes

hi forgot to announce, but i changed my username due to some idiotic fools stalking some mutuals and myself😐

to the ppl who requested i will get to everything soon! i’ve been having a really busy summer since i started working and catching up with life</3 but thank you so much for the support so far!

i’ll be cleaning up my account a bit to fix my links, and a new theme for extra precautions, hope you understand!

requests are open as usual, just a bit slow with getting to them for the moment.. if you don’t mind waiting though, feel free to send an ask!