#and its going to be hell to be around my dad because he's upset too and will definitely take it out on me

[doodler16]

I was being serious last time about how masochistic yall are about loona, Val and stolas! Stolas isn't perfect but we all know he hasbeen trying! Stolas has been there for vi from the start of the first episode we see them in. Thy bond in the first episode we see too and we can sense their love. We see them at loo loo land hanging out while vias still mad at Stella for being a pos. The real reason why she was upset was not because of stolas bur because of Stella and we see that play put in the second ep. We see her frustration towards her mother. But deep down hides it for the most part and pretends to be mad at stolas. In the series we see them struggle because of Stella who created a broken home for via and ruined stolass life. We know that via is hurting and she eventually snaps at stolas even though he was the only good thing to come out of her life. He was there when she was a chick. He was there in her teen years and as an egg, he was there as an older teen nearing adulthood around the corner. We know via loves stolas but it's Stella's fault for blinding her into mistakenly hating her father stolas. I liked when loona gave via advice. Loona was never abusive? Exactly when and where? and how? Huh? What? Where is that proof you crirics seem to have? She struggles sure but she doesn't mean it or its just jokes oure and simple. I dont know why sooo many people say that it was a terrible god awful message about stolas trying. Is that not the truth? Loona is the voice of reason and the one who knows about stolas and vias life. 8 dont think she got sidelined personally i think Viv is just cooking up an arc behind the scenes in the series. But anyway she knows stolas, Based on the fact she knows WHO? BLITZ !!! Youd know this if you went back and watched the show. She knows stolas and everything about him through her dad. She is good to her dad and i liked to see her written the way she was because we see her feel for via and stolas. You should know this??? Loona is the brian griffin of the show I don't give af what anyone says and blitzo is the stewie of the show. Honestly go ahead and prove me wrong on that particular part of family guy. Bet you dont have much of an argument. It makes sense in their dynamic to be written like the griffins and strongly bonded relationship arcs. I like that Vivziepop wrote these arcs because of the fact she wanted to tell a complicated and complex story and we all love that about her. She is a creative genius who took inspiration from south park, family guy and bojack horsemen and all of this powerful artist writing and talent went into the show with its beautiful directing. She is my idol and had been from the start. It broke my heart to see that moment and heartwrenching scene where she let go and went straight to her abusers Andre and Stella. And she walks away while stolas breaks down and cries for her in the most meaningful way possible. You'd know all this information if you juat gave Vivziepop a chance and watched both seasons all over again. But I guess thats too much for you and that laziness ain't going to get you anywhere on life. Honestly you should watch it again. Skip hazbin hotel until I get to Val but man is that a Lot of information you just either forgot or just probably missed out on. Valentino is a pimp and he's meant to be a lovable adorable kind of pimp that's funny asf. His voice direction is fantastic. He knows how to deliver lines like a true villain of the darkness. He's masculine but more feminine like a gay man of the night. While he does hit Valentino ita angel who went to Val. Or Val found him. I can't say for certain you'd just have to watch the show God Damnit! We see in the addict video that he is sinister and should be taken seriously as a threat in hell as an overlord. He's supposed to be ruthless in who he is. But he gets cut slack because he can be sympathetic or nice to people around him. I mean look at his relationship with the vees. He gets along with them just fine and is one of the main vessels to the vees entire existence.

Rage-bait Anon, is that you? 😫 You actually made a response. Jokes aside, I’m glad you said more stuff because this I can work with. I’m going to divide your arguments into character sections to make things easier.

Stolas:

- Octavia wasn’t mad at Stella, she was mad at Stolas. In “Loo loo Land” Stolas is the one consistently getting called out by Octavia for ruining their home life. They had an entire conversation about it near the end of the episode.

- “I dont know why sooo many people say that it was a terrible god awful message about Stolas trying.” Because he doesn’t actually put in the effort to be there for Octavia or change. He practically forgets her. In “Seeing Stars” Stolas was more busy with his side adventure with Blitzø and flirting with him. It’s also funny because Stolas could’ve called Octavia or used said tracker on his phone to look for Octavia.

- If he was actually trying to be a better father figure, Stolas would actually acknowledge that he is the problem and make sweeping changes to avoid the same problem from happening.

- “Loo Loo Land” and “Seeing Stars” are practically the same episodes regarding Stolas/Octavia’s conflict with a different code of paint. How many times will Stolas learn not to repeat his mistakes and actually be there for his daughter? How many chances do we the audience and Octavia have to give Stolas for him to learn anything.

- Octavia was right for cutting him off. Actions have consequences and Stolas needs to realize that. Along with making sweeping changes regarding his behavior in general. Stella and Andrealphus in their own ways suck as guardians because of how neglectful they are. And, I hope she ditches them both and moves out.

Loona

- Loona was abusive in “Seeing Stars.” In 2:35, Loona throws knifes and daggers at Blitzø. Blitzø is consistently running away from Loona as she is chasing him with inanimate objects like the water cooler and successfully threw it at his face (which obviously hurts him as he tears up).

- In 2:44, Loona tackles Blitzø, hitting him repeatedly with a painting. He successfully escapes and hides behind the couch where Millie and Moxxie are sitting, this is abuse. At the end of the episode, she kicks Blitzø in the balls for no reason even after she makes a speech about how much dads are trying their best.

- Imagine if Blitzø was doing this to his own daughter. Would you still think this is a joke? “Loona is the voice of reason and the one who knows about stolas and vias life.” Loona doesn’t know the full story about Stolas and Octavia’s life otherwise she would’ve said more. Loona doesn’t know that Stolas was in an arranged marriage, she doesn’t know that Stella is physically abusive towards Stolas, etc.

- All Loona knows is that Stolas and his grimoire was their only source to the human world in season 1. In season 2, Loona literally referred to Stolas as a “meal ticket.” 🤣 You would think if Loona knew more about Stolas she wouldn’t refer to him as a “meal ticket.”

- “I think Viv is cooking up an arc behind the scenes.” I hope so, we are going to be on season 3 and we haven’t gotten much Loona content. Once season 3 and 4 of Helluva Boss is done I’ll gladly rewatch the show and take notes.

Valentino:

- If Valentino was a normal, average goofy run of the mill villain where the audience is not supposed to take seriously then I would get it. But the problem is that Valentino is a rapist personified. Him being charming and charismatic is one thing but being goofy and quirky is very tone deaf on Vivziepop and the writers’ side.

- Just because Angel Dust allegedly went to him doesn’t give Valentino the right to physically abuse or rape him. At the moment we don’t know how Valentino and Angel Dust even met in the first place, we only know that Angel Dust is a slave to Valentino. Either way, when their origin story comes out we can argue about that another day.

- I do get the appeal with Valentino’s voice. Joel Perez is a talented actor and singer, he does the best work he can with the goofy lines given to him. Luckily, I’m not picky so I immediately got used to his voice. I personally prefer Paranoid DJ as Valentino but at the end of the day it’s a personal preference/opinion.

- “But he gets cut slack because he can be sympathetic or nice to people around him.” 😭 There is so much wrong with this sentence. A rapist should never be portrayed as sympathetic or misunderstood. Also Valentino 99% of the time isn’t nice. He throws a tantrum mostly everywhere he goes including to Vox in episode 2.

Vivziepop:

“She is a creative genius who took inspiration from south park, family guy and bojack horsemen and all of this powerful artist writing and talent went into the show with its beautiful directing. She is my idol and had been from the start.” Vivziepop is absolutely a creative person. Oh, she’s your idol. Neat!

Bonus:

I assume this is you? I could be mistaken, if not I apologize in advance. Otherwise, here’s my response do whatever you want with it Anon.

[waynes-multiverse]

Rehab – Epilogue

Series Summary: Thanks to Soldier Boy, the CIA was able to develop Project Bloom under the fierce leadership of Grace Mallory: a final cure to Compound V and a hopeful end to the supe epidemic three years after the explosive incident at Vought. A secret rehab facility in Upstate New York is supposed to help former heroes find their way back to humanity. The catch, though? Soldier Boy has never fucking agreed to any of this shit and is surely not happy about being powerless for the first time in his goddamn long life.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, language, some crack, a bit of fluff and angst, hard decisions, a lot of goodbyes & all the feels

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: We're here, babes! End of the road! Thank you guys so much for everything. This was a wild ride, and I'm glad I had you in my passenger's seat 💚

Feedback is my fuel 🖤

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Epilogue: twin flame

You’re gonna be nowhere The loneliest kind of lonely It may be rough goin’ Just to do your thing’s the hardest thing to do…

“Morning.” Y/N smiles brightly as he stirs and slowly wakes. “Wakey, wakey, sunshine.”

Blue eyes flutter open and fearfully widen, his brow scrunches in confusion as he looks around and scans his environment. He tries to wiggle free of the handcuffs around his wrists, keeping him tied to the metal bed frame.

Not that it matters – he can’t leave either way.

She turns off the radio with a blissful sigh. “You know, that was one of his favorite songs. Your father’s,” she clarifies. “He sang it all the time. It was fucking annoying.”

“Why the hell can’t I move? Get me the fuck out of here,” the man in a sky-blue hospital gown demands and lifts his head off the mattress, only a few inches, attempting to get up.

Needless to say, that attempt is futile and fails miserably.

“Don’t strain yourself, John, or you might shit the bed. And I ain’t cleaning that mess… You’ve been in a coma for three weeks,” Y/N tells him with an amused smile. “Oh, and you can’t move because you’re paralyzed from the waist down. I even doubt that meager dick’s still working.”

His nostrils flare and let out a huff. “It’s Homelander, you bitch. No one calls me by that name.”

“Yeah, not anymore.” Y/N twitches her shoulders in mock apology. Her mouth curves into a Machiavellian grin. “Scared yet?”

“Where the fuck am I?” he growls through gritted teeth, upset by her blatant disrespect.

“You’re at a rehab facility for former supes. I mean, it’s discontinued. Abandoned, really. It’s just you and me,” she replies flatly and then forces a customer-service smile to her lips. “So, guess I’ll be your nurse for the day. How are we doing, you–”

Her brow furrows as she tries to remember the exact words, pensively pursing her lips.

“Wait…” She holds up a finger to stop him from interrupting her as she fishes out a crumpled piece of paper from her jeans pocket. She squints her eyes in concentration as she skims over its content.

“Ah yes!” With a smile, she clears her throat and reads from her paper. “So, how are you doing, you bootlicking… carpet-munching… cockboy?”

Homelander frowns at the insults. Y/N does too, but for a different reason as she shakes her head.

“Jesus fucking Christ, your dad’s handwriting is an atrocity,” she mutters as she tilts her head with narrowed eyes at the paper in her hands.

The blond man’s eyes narrow in both shock and confusion. “How do you know my father?”

“Oh, uhm, I’m his wife,” Y/N says and smiles complacently. “Which technically makes me your step-mommy, but let’s not go there, you–… Wait.” She peeks once more at the paper in her hands. “You cumguzzling… cowfucking… cuck fluffer.” Her brow draws up, impressed. “Huh, nice. Little alliteration going on there. Guess all those books paid off…”

“Can we skip to the part where you tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?” Homelander snaps impatiently, annoyed with the shenanigans.

“Alright, your dad sent me here to, you know… gloat,” Y/N says simply and shrugs, flashing him an easy smile. “He wanted you to know that he’s the one that put you into this damn bed. Funnily enough, he once woke up in this very room, tied to a bed. Not in a kinky way, though. Although, he probably would’ve loved that…” She chuckles fondly. “This place really changed him, but I doubt it’ll do the same for you.”

“And why the fuck isn’t he here telling me this, huh?” John asks with a challenging look. “I didn’t reckon him for a fucking coward.”

Y/N’s facade cracks a little at his words, a vicious smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, he was not a coward. He was the bravest man I’ve ever known. He was and is a fucking hero and surely getting celebrated as one.”

Y/N leans back in her chair and grabs the remote from the bedside table, switching on the TV. A news report flickers across the screen. It’s a recording from a few weeks ago, but Homelander doesn’t know that. It shows a row of celebratory parades held all over the country. A statue of Soldier Boy is being erected next to the Statue of Liberty.

Homelander finally defeated. Soldier Boy dies a hero in fierce combat. America breathes a sigh of relief.

Homelander watches the news and reads the taglines as they scroll in front of his eyes. His mouth is agape in bewilderment before Y/N switches the television off again.

“Everyone loves him… and fucking hates you. Like spit-on-your-grave hate,” she summarizes and watches his face darken. She rises from her seat and smiles down at him. “Have a nice life chained to that bed till you rot to death, you dickfaced, inbred, garbage-eating fascist.”

With a wide smirk, she then leans down and whispers into his ear, “Those were my insults, by the way.”

“Well, he’s dead, and I’m fucking alive, which means I won,” Homelander snarls from the bed with a contrivedly triumphant sneer, rattling with his handcuffs. He’s close to an explosion, she can tell.

“Yeah, you’d be telling yourself that if it makes you feel better…”

With a roll of her eyes, Y/N turns her back. As she marches out of the room, Homelander’s furious screams of agony haunt the clinic’s empty hallways, but there is no one here to hear them anymore.

Project Bloom has been disbanded. There’s only a handful of CIA nurses left, tasked to take care of Homelander until his hopefully slow and painful death. If someone decides to hold a pillow over his head at any point, she supposes she wouldn’t be that mad about it either.

Homelander is history. Soldier Boy is dead. And Ben is at rest.

Finally, Y/N can leave this godforsaken place behind her.

Y/N slides into the driver’s seat of her Prius, her head falling back as she exhales a long, exhaustive breath and rubs her temples. That damn brat gave her a fucking migraine with his whiny bitching.

“Finally,” it huffs from the backseat. “Took you long enough. How the fuck did it go?”

Y/N blinks into the rearview mirror and catches a set of expectant green eyes. Her hand drops from her temples as she chuckles.

“Your handwriting is horrible,” she says as a response and pulls out the paper, pointing at a word. “What the hell is that one?”

Ben leans forward between the seats and squints his eyes. “Mmh, pube flosser,” he supplies and frowns. “You didn’t use that one?”

Y/N sighs. “I think he’s got the gist without it.”

“Yeah, but that was a good one,” Ben mumbles and sighs disappointedly. “Did you play him the song?”

“Yes, I did. I played him the song and did everything else you wanted me to do,” she confirms patiently. “You know, you’ve got a weird knack for torture.”

“Thank you. It’s a gift.” Ben blushes and adjusts his baseball cap. “Did you sell it properly? You know, acting is a skill. The most important thing is to–”

“Ben! For the love of God, shut up or I’ll run you over with my car,” Y/N snaps. If he gives her one more acting lesson, she swears she’ll turn herself a widow.

“Fine.” Ben scoffs and rolls his eyes back. “Did he fucking buy it?”

“Yup, he surely thinks you’re dead. Like the rest of the world,” Y/N says and shoots him a smile over her shoulder.

He matches it and scratches his shaved chin, letting himself fall back into the seat. “Good. So, we’re done, right?”

“Yeah, he was the last stop on our list,” she replies quietly, her smile mixing with sadness. “How’s the arm?”

“Good, good…” He nods, his head bobbing thoughtfully as he clutches the scar on his right bicep. “Healing nicely. Finally got a real war wound. Always wanted one.”

“Okay, then… Let’s go, I guess.” With a heavy swallow, Y/N turns the ignition and starts the car.

“You know, I’d really love to kiss you now,” Ben notes, heartache swinging in his voice, and finds her eyes in the rearview mirror.

Y/N bites down on her lip and nods. “Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice…”

Three weeks ago…

A guard gestures down the hallway to the restrooms, but as soon as Y/N rounds the corner and is out of sight, she takes a turn in the opposite direction.

The good thing about a super secret government facility that’s not supposed to exist is that it only comes with the necessary manpower. There’s no abundance of guards at every corner. It’s quiet and desolate.

Moreover, no one expects a silly and weak human to cause any trouble. It surely has its advantages to be constantly underestimated.

Y/N finds the lab she’s passed on their way in, where she spied a glass fridge with vials of different colors. It’s guarded, but only by one person. It’s sloppy, honestly.

A flirty ambush, a stab to the neck with a dull pocket knife, a stolen keycard, and she’s inside. She drags the body in, too, leaving no trace of her crime behind.

Her fingers rummage through differently labeled flasks. There’s plenty of blue and yellow, but not the poisonous green she’s looking for.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…” she mutters to herself as she desperately searches every drawer, every goddamn cabinet of the laboratory.

Out of breath, she stops and grips her temples, shoulders slumping as her mind spins. She wants to curse and scream, but that would draw too much attention. She knows she’s running out of time. No one takes that long to fucking pee. Decisions have to be made quickly.

She grabs a blue vial.

Rolling down her sleeves, she walks nervously back into the control room. Neither Mallory nor Edgar pays her any mind. Everyone’s eyes are glued to Soldier Boy and Homelander. Father and son. It’s biblical.

It’s as if she isn’t even there.

Her veins twitch, her blood boils. It’s tingling in her fingertips.

“Little help would be fucking appreciated!” Ben yells as he wrangles with a defunct Homelander.

Stan Edgar’s smile. So vicious. So cold. So calculating.

She knows the air in the room is about to shift. Her hands ball into fists by her side, gather their energy.

He gives his command. She screams.

“No! That wasn’t the fucking deal!”

Edgar doesn’t even look at her fully. A sideways glance is all she’s worth. “Take her out, too.”

Mallory sees it first, her eyes widening when she realizes what’s going on. It’s too late to warn anyone, however, her cries for help unheard as the acid rots her throat.

Edgar and two guards are next, metal weapons melt and mix with a puddle of human soup on the ground. Then, she goes after the one that got away.

The third guard hurries inside the prison cell, but Y/N slips through the crack of the door before it slams shut. The first gunshot goes clean through Homelander’s spine, but the second is deterred and only strikes Ben’s arm as the guard bubbles to a pond, a hot spring in the concrete.

Ben clutches his bleeding wound with a hiss before his green eyes lock with hers. They widen, and it takes him a moment to make sense of it all.

“Y/N, what–”

He takes a step forward. She takes a step back.

“Don’t come near me,” she orders him with panic blinking in her eyes like a flashing alarm. Her chest rises and falls with every anxious breath.

He holds his palms up high, surrendering. “It’s okay.”

Ben carefully walks around her and steps over the bubbling human puddle on the floor. He peeks outside the door, purses his lips, and nods in impressed satisfaction.

“Those little blobs outside–”

Y/N bobs her head at his unfinished question. “Mallory and Edgar plus two guards,” she replies.

“Nice job.” He whistles lowly and shoots her a devilish grin, taking a step closer. “Gotta say, I’ve never been more turned on by you. I’m getting fucking hard.”

“Ben!” Y/N scolds and backs away from him until she’s pressed against the wall. “I told you, don’t touch me,” she warns him again.

Ben’s smile fades as he recognizes her fear. His features soften, the jokes disappear. “Hey, it’s alright. Twenty-four hours and you’ll be fine again. Just gotta get through it.”

Y/N shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. Ben’s brow knits in confusion, his face stern.

“What-… Why are you shaking your head?”

A tear escapes and streaks her cheek. “It won’t go away in twenty-four hours,” she chokes out. “They were out of Temp V.”

Ben’s face drops at the realization. “No, no, no… Tell me you didn’t fucking do this!” he yells.

“They were going to kill you! What was I supposed to do?” Y/N explains tearfully.

“Die, Y/N! You were supposed to let me fucking die!” Ben’s jaw tightens as anger surges through his body.

“I didn’t let you die the first time! What made you think I would let you fucking die right now, huh?” Y/N cries through gritted teeth, her hands balling into fists. “Stop trying to kill yourself. You fucking promised me!”

Licking his lips, Ben swallows. He’s quiet, running a palm over his face while his mind races a mile a minute. “Okay… alright,” he says finally, his voice significantly calmer now. “Where did you get the Compound V from?”

“There’s a lab here,” she replies in the same calm manner.

“They got more?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Ben nods and finds her eyes. “Show me.”

Y/N presses her lips into a thin line, shaking her head once more. “No.”

His anger returns, nostrils flaring as his brow creases. “What d’you mean no?”

She swallows thickly. “Look, if you really wanna do this, then I won’t stop you,” she says, a pleading glimmer haunting her eyes. “But you finally got a chance. You can live the normal, boring life. You can go on road trips, see Mount Rushmore… I know you want to.”

Ben swipes his tongue over his teeth and averts his gaze. He pinches the bridge of his freckled nose, and Y/N can see that she’s right.

“I’m not even sure if I want powers,” she continues after a pause. “But at least this time it was my choice. And I don’t regret it if it means I got to save you, okay?”

When Ben finally looks at her, it breaks her heart. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

Y/N gives him a sad smile. “I know… And you won’t be. I promise.”

Their attention is then temporarily drawn to a groan on the ground. Y/N’s brow furrows as she looks at Homelander’s body and notices his fingers twitching.

“Is he still alive?”

“Looks like it,” Ben replies. But as Y/N gets ready to take care of the problem, he stops her, holding out his flat palm. “Wait, wait, wait… Judging by the wound, he’s gonna be a fucking vegetable. It’s a waste of a kill.” He then grins mischievously at her. “I’ve got a better fucking idea. The other question is: how the fuck do we get outta this place… alive?”

Y/N’s mouth opens, but she doesn’t have an answer aside from a helpless shrug for him. This is as far as she has planned. Actually, she hasn’t planned any of this at all.

“I might be able to help with that,” a woman’s voice sounds behind her.

Y/N’s eyes widen as she recognizes the newcomer, her mouth parting anew in both surprise and shock. Ben, on the other hand, furrows his brow and glares at the stranger as if she had just spoken Russian.

“Who the fuck are you?” Ben prompts and then leans closer to Y/N, whispering in her ear, “Kill her.”

Y/N frowns, but her eyes are glued to the young woman in front of her, the familiarity sinking in. “I can’t,” she grits through her teeth.

“Why the fuck not?” Ben asks now loud enough for everyone to hear, including their guest.

“Because I’m the president,” the woman replies, smiling complacently. “And an old friend.”

Ben’s brow creases even more. “President of what? Cunt-town?”

“The United States, Ben,” Y/N tells him flatly. If she could kick his leg right now, she would. Leave it to her husband to get them both killed.

“Wait, a skirt is president?” Ben arches an eyebrow and mutters, “No wonder this country’s going to shit…”

“Charming,” Victoria Neuman says with a small sigh, but seemingly unbothered by the old-school views. Much like Y/N, she ignores the comment and doesn’t take offense to it. “I can see why you married him,” she adds wryly, looking at Y/N.

“Technically, she wasn’t elected. She was Vice President till President Singer died… accidentally,” Y/N explains, knowing Ben only reads the paper for the sports section and the comic strip. She swallows the thick lump in her throat, her heart thrashing wildly in her chest.

“Ah, I know what that’s code for.” Ben smirks coolly. “Bold move. I can fucking respect that.”

“Yeah, God knows some old fuck’s approval is what I’m looking for,” Neuman taunts, the sarcasm dripping from her red-painted lips.

Ben’s face drops as a bit of anger bubbles up inside of him. That bitch is lucky he’s V-free. He forces a tight-lipped smile. “I’m just saying I would’ve done the same thing, okay?”

“No offense, but you’re too much of a moron for that,” Neuman replies dryly.

Ben’s nostrils flare as he grits, “Offense fucking taken.”

“Okay!” Y/N tries to cut the tension with a nervous chuckle, pushing herself between Neuman and Ben. “How about you just tell us what we have to do to get out of this one?”

“See? She’s smart,” Neuman says and smirks at Ben. “I’ve always liked you, Y/N. You know, when Stan and Grace told me their plan of getting you two involved, I warned them. But they just wouldn’t listen. Everyone always underestimates the orphan. I should know, and so do you. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yeah, guess we’re MVP, after all, Nadia,” Y/N says and makes it a point to emphasize her real name.

Victoria just smiles in response. “So, since you took care of two problems for me, one in here and one out there, I have a proposal for you.”

“What is it?” Y/N knows she’s really out of choices. Either she agrees, or Ben and her will spend the afterlife together.

“I need a new Chief of Staff. I want you to do it. You’re smart, driven, and I know you wanna change shit around here. You wanna make a difference? This is your chance,” Neuman proposes. “You can’t take the cure again. It’s going to kill you. Trust me, we’ve done studies, and the results are not pretty.”

Y/N thinks for a few breaths. “What about Ben?”

“I guess he can live. It’s not like he’s a threat to anyone,” Neuman says and almost sounds bored. “Hell, for all I care, we can even make Soldier Boy a reformed hero for dealing with Homelander. He dies heroically in battle and quietly lives out his retirement in fucking Florida or some shit. We get him a big fucking statue. It’s good publicity.”

Y/N shares a look with Ben. “What d’you think?”

Thoughtfully, Ben clicks his tongue. He supposes it’s the best deal they can get, and declining it would probably get them nowhere, although he hates everything about it.

Swallowing, the former supe nods. “Alright, let’s fucking do this,” he agrees and states his conditions, “But for the record, I’m not moving to shit-ass Florida. I want a nice lake house in Minnesota.”

Victoria rolls her eyes. “Fine, whatever. Minnesota it is.”

“You okay? You ready?” Y/N checks as Ben has made it up the stone steps and halts in front of the big, red door.

“I don’t know. You really think this is a good idea? I’m not sure I can do this,” Ben says and insecurely eyes the entrance.

“You’ll do great, alright?” Y/N smiles encouragingly. “I believe in you.”

“I don’t wanna do this alone. What if I fuck up?” Ben asks.

Amused, Y/N chuckles. “Oh, you’re for sure gonna fuck up.”

The green-eyed man scowls. “That’s fucking reassuring. Thanks.”

“Look, this way you won’t be alone. I’ll wire you money every month and check in as much as I can, alright? You can always call me. This isn’t the end,” Y/N soothes his worries. “Maybe one day there’s a cure that’ll work, and we can be together again for real.”

She forces a weak smile to her lips, although she doesn’t believe her own words. But as long as Ben believes them, it’s enough.

“Okay.” Ben nods and takes a deep breath – in through his nose and out through his mouth. “I think I’m ready now.”

“Good.” Y/N sends him a smile. “You thought of a new name yet?”

“I’m still marinating on it,” Ben grumbles.

“Well, marinate faster. I have to introduce you.”

As they enter the orphanage, Y/N checks them in at the reception and fills out all necessary forms. Ben taps his foot nervously and scratches the back of his neck as they wait before one of Y/N’s former colleagues walks in with a little boy in hand, who’s no older than five.

Ben tries to smile but isn’t sure if it looks creepy, so he stops and opts for a more neutral expression. Y/N, however, immediately kneels down to the young boy and smiles brightly at him. It causes Ben’s heart to ache. She deserved to have all of this, but instead, she gave it all up for him.

“Hey, Benny,” she greets the boy. “You ready to meet your new adoptive parent?”

The boy scrunches his brow in careful suspicion as he eyes his future father-to-be. “I guess so,” he says. “Is that him? He looks like he drives a fucking minivan and offers candy to kids. Are you sure he’s not a pedo, Ms. Y/N?”

Ben purses his lips, biting the insides of his cheeks. The initial smile was definitely a mistake. They’re not off to a good start.

Y/N presses her lips together to muffle her snort. “Yes, Benny, I’m sure,” she replies patiently. “He’s cool, trust me.”

“Fine, whatever.” The kid rolls his eyes. “As long as he’s not fucking vegan like Ms. Teresa. They’re the worst.”

“Ugh, agreed! Do I look like a fucking plant-shitter to you?” Ben asks the boy rhetorically.

“No, you look like a fucking pedo to me,” the boy retorts.

Ben grins broadly at Y/N. “I like the kid. I think I get what you mean now. I see the resemblance.”

“Well, great. Glad you two are hitting it off… I think,” Y/N says with a crinkled brow, although a part of her is doubting her idea. Honestly, it’s wild she’s trusting him with a child. A year ago she would’ve thought that it was insane. “Alright, uh, Benny, this is, uhm–”

“Sam,” Ben proudly introduces himself with his fake name and shakes the kid’s hand. He then notices Y/N’s strange look. “What?”

“Nothing, just… you don’t really strike me as a Sam. That’s all,” she tells him in a whisper-tone, shrugging.

“Oh, really? Well, I don’t give a fuck. I love it,” Ben quips, grinning rather smugly.

“Fine.” Y/N sighs. She turns back to little Ben with a smile. “You guys ready to hit the road?”

“Where are we going?” Benny asks curiously and promptly takes Ben’s hand, dragging the older man through the doors. He’s been waiting to get out of the orphanage for a while, the excitement of finally being able to leave visible in every step he takes.

It’s a fresh start for both of them.

“Uh, Mount Rushmore,” Ben answers.

“Cool! Can we get burgers on the way there? I’m starving.”

“Sure can, kid.”

Y/N can see Ben’s initial hesitance until he eventually accepts it and eases into the situation, holding the boy’s hand tightly. He helps the kid into the car, even puts the seatbelt on, and shuts the door behind him.

Her heart twinges as she watches the two, wishing she could go with them if things were different. However, she knows the risk is too big. She would never forgive herself if she hurt either of them. She doesn’t trust herself enough yet. Maybe someday she can.

“You okay?” Ben asks as he sees the unshed tears brimming in her eyes. He’d dreaded this day for the past few weeks, hoping she’d still change her mind. He hates that this is goodbye, but he supposes he has to set her free now.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N says with a forced smile, but a tear escapes and rolls down her cheek.

“C’mere.”

Y/N protests as Ben slings his arms around her and pulls her flush against him, holding her tightly. He hasn’t touched her since that night, but he doesn’t care anymore. He presses his lips against hers and tastes her one last time.

Breathlessly, Y/N withdraws and sniffles. “Are you fucking insane? I could kill you.”

Ben simply smiles at her. “Hey, if I die kissing you, then that’s a fucking great way to go out. ‘Sides, insanity is contagious,” he quips and sends her a wink. “Thank you… for everything, you know?”

“You’re welcome,” she says quietly and swallows harshly as the tears fall freely now. Not every film has a happy ending. “I guess I’ve done my job as your sponsor. You’ve been successfully rehabilitated.”

Ben snorts. “If by that you mean I’m fucking boring and responsible now then yeah, you’ve done your job.”

“You won’t be bored for long. The kid’s already trying to hotwire the car,” Y/N tells him, laughing.

“Wha–” Ben spins around and points a warning finger at the boy. “Ay! Hands in your fucking lap!”

The kid raises his palms in surrender and yells, “Hurry the fuck up!”

With a shaking head, Ben turns back to her. “Gotta watch that kid like an eagle,” he mutters. He exhales a dreaded breath and licks his lips. “So, I guess this is goodbye, huh?”

Y/N smiles softly, the corners of her mouth reaching her dimples. “Maybe.”

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[lindsaynathi0n]

LONG TIME

Rafe x Virgin readers

synopsis: When you develop strong feelings for Rafe and he rejects you decide to take you in hand but the Cameron is not of the same opinion

[English is not my native language.❗️❗️]

tw: smut, jealousy, insult, fingering, sex . ______________________________________

You cried, you knew that love was unreciprocal. Yet you had hoped so hard that you were wrong.

You’ve known Rafe since you were little, you grew up with him and despite that, you’re two totally opposite people.

Rafe was the type to be open to others, he flirted, slept with girls and you were his opposite.

You only talked to Rafe, Topper and Kelce. You didn’t hit on each other, and when someone did, you didn’t know how to react.

Rafe told you his experiences and you were a little jealous of them girls.

You loved him since you were in elementary school, you weren’t good at expressing your actuons properly with him, but everyone suspected you were in love with him. And of course it was always him who denied.

When one night he came to your house, you let him in. Rafe settled in your bed and you joined him.

you put your head on his chest and said nothing, he started playing with your hair. He always did it when he was upset or sad.

"Why is he like that with me?" to ask, his voice was no louder than a whisper but, you could hear his sadness through her. you looked up and met his eyes, you couldn’t decipher how he felt. You looked down. I don’t know, Rafey, but he’s your dad, he’d do anything for you... You know that?".

Rafe heaves a heavy sigh and without warning you, he grabs your arms and draws your head to his. you get carried away and don’t move, you like to feel serenity with him. "I love you Rafe." you say calmly. I love you too Y/N" he answers.

"No, I really love you, Rafe."

Rafe’s breath is taking a few seconds before you realize what you just said.

You get up from Rafe and don’t dare look at him. You promised yourself never to tell him for fear of breaking your friendship. You just ruined everything.

"What did you just say?" Rafe asks you, you clear your throat and start playing with your hands. 

"I love you, Rafe… more than just a friend…" You hear his swear before he getting up.

He starts pacing in your room, putting his hand in his hair. "You can’t do that to me, you know, I hope?"

"I didn’t choose that Rafe…" "Fuck Y/N you’re the last person I want to go out with!" your ego takes a hit. You knew he didn’t like you, but not that much.

You say nothing and lower your head, you feel the tears pouring down your cheeks. You hear the door slammed severely and when you raise your head, there is no one.

You burst into tears like a child, it was your first sorrow of love and in addition it was bad.

you got up to take all the things that remind you of its existence and you all threw away, photo, clothes everything.

but you felt even worse when you saw a picture of yourself and him in a photo booth, you remember you were on his lap because of the small space, you kissed his cheek for one of the photos and he ran his head in his neck for another.

You felt bad and guilty.

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The days that followed you avoided the boys, too embarrassed. You knew Rafe must have told them about, your altercation with him.

And you weren’t happy when you saw your cousin Ariana in your room on a Sunday morning with more than ten suitcases.

She was beautiful, much more than you and that, you don’t know if you could bear it.

You decided to spend your vacation in your bed feeling down but with Ariana around, and her melanin raising her tan had to be flawless.

It wasn’t a problem until she decided your huge garden wasn’t well placed to sunbathe, so she took you back to the beach for your greatest misfortune.

You who never liked to show your body you had come straight to hell.

Doing all of his things that you weren’t used to did only annoy you even more.

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You were reading your novel when she came into your room excited, you asked Sarah to take care of her if she just had a day that couldn’t take it anymore.

She throws a bag at you from a shop you didn’t know. You raise an eyebrow and she explains:

"We’re going out tonight to take a shower and put on what I bought you, I’ll fuck you and smooth your hair by what you look like Mrs Crumble in Daybreak."

 she raising her top to expose her chest smaller than yours, you would love to have hers, you no longer tell the story of how many times Rafe fought what weird guys looked at your breast for too long.

"I don’t want to" you say when you put the bag on the floor." I don’t give a shit you get up, if I get attacked it’ll be because you’re not there, you got thirty minutes." She’s going to your bathroom, so you have to use the shared bathroom.

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"Stop fidgeting," Ariana says, "I let you straighten my hair, put on my makeup, and now you make me wear a dress like this?" what?" said she offended." I chose it for you!"

The dress that Ariana had chosen for you was white, it was transparent at the level of your breasts and had a small slit on the side, it was not even halfway to your thighs it was short and the hips that you did not really help. So yes, you didn’t like that dress.

Ariana gently grabs your hand and you look at her "I swear to God, if anyone makes a comment about your body or your dress I’ll kill it, okay?"

She gave you a sincere smile and you just smiled back.

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You had arrived with Ariana at the party, you didn’t know where she was until you realized it was at Topper’s! your heart thought it exploded when you walked through the door.

Ariana wanted to drink, so when she started wanting to take you to drinks you refused, why? by the fact that the landmark of the three kooks was near the drinking table, it is there that we find the most beautiful girls.

You were waiting on your phone in a corner of the house for Ariana to come back when someone shoved you, you do not raise your head to make you small but the person recognized you. Y/N it’s you? damn it!" you raise your head and see Kelce.

"Hey, Kelce, it’s been a long time." You say embarrass. "A little while ago!" He laughs and puts his arm on your shoulders, you try to get rid of his grip without him realizing it but without result.

"Guys guess who I found!" he said cheerfully drawing attention to you.

You turn the rete and look one by one at the people sitting, your eyes meet those of Rafe but it quickly breaks the contact to detail you, it blocks on your breasts little veiled. You barely have the temos to readjust your glasses as Topper jumps at you.

He squeezes you so hard that if he continues he will crush you "We ghoster it was not cool," he said while letting you go. You apologize and notice a new figure arrived

a girl a little taller than you with short hair and a beautiful chest with beautiful hips, quite the opposite of you.

She says hello to no one and goes to sit on the rafe legs, he approaches his head from his ear and whispers something to her. She laughs and kisses him. Your belly turns and you feel your heart being destroyed little by little.

"Y/N I’ve been looking for you for ten minutes, if you don’t move your ass, I swear you’re sleeping on the floor tonight!" said Ariana, joining you.

You wave at everyone and Ariana walks beside you, you take her red cup and the wood in dry ass, she looks at you shocked. "Tonight we better have fun" you demand from Ariana.

She smiles at you and takes you to the dance floor.

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It must be at least three hours since you got here, you stopped counting how many drinks you drank from the fifth, you’re still dancing alone this time by what Ariana, found a fool by the pool leaving you alone.

you make sensual movements alone when hands land on your hips you do not remove them and continue to stick tight with a stranger.

Suddenly he grabs your hand and tries to drag you, you follow him until you realize he’s trying to take you upstairs, where all the rooms are. You struggle but nothing does it is much stronger than you.

You tell him you don’t want to but he always holds your hands firmly until your is called away, the person calling you uses a firm tone and you turn your head to come face to face with Rafe.

The guy stops and Rafe raises an eyebrow, you barely stand up and your glasses are badly put on, your right breasts and has two fingers out of your cleavage and your glasses are badly put on.  Rafe has to admit it if he could, he’ll fuck you doggy-style in front of everyone to show who you belong to.

Rafe casts an evil glance at the stranger who peews the escape as fast as he can, leaving you in front of Rafe playing with your hands.

You smile at the frog you just made with your hands.

You raise your head and Rafe has her eyes on you, his eyes filled with lust compared to yours which are as innocent as a doe. you put your hands in front of his face "look I made a frog" you smile and he grabs your hand and takes you upstairs.

you do not dispute and follow him like a nice girl, he opens a room to the nose and once inside, he attacks your lips by kissing them aggresively, Rafe hungry, hungry for you. And when your body accidentally sticks to yours. Rafe wants to fuck you.

He pushes you on the bed, you fall on your back, he takes off his teeshirt." If you don’t stop staring at me with his eyes I swear I’ll make you come so much that everyone will hear you scream my name, darling."

You accidentally bite your lower lip, grab on the bed and start to approach you, you step back and your back finds the head of the bed. Rafe laughs before catching your thighs firmly. He gets in between and starts lifting ra dress, his cock becomes painful when he sees your purple panties

He starts kissing your belly and then comes down slowly, he kisses your thighs and gets closer and closer to your pussy you moan so hard while he hasn’t even started.

he starts kissing your pussy through your panties, he can swear he can feel you dripping. "Rafe.." You moan " Yes ma'am?" "Please, touch me." You managed to ask. Rafe takes off your panties and his tongue starts sucking your clitoris, you moan so hard just for that, if rafe gives you his cock you’ll scream?

Rafe passes his tongue between your soaked folds, your taste on his tongue, he will become addicted! he sucks your clitoris when he pushes a finger inside you. You scream his name, so if he starts to move his fingers in you, he remembers you’re a virgin.

His dick wants you, you want it too you just don’t say it. You feel your orgasm coming when rafe withdraws, you frown and he starts to take off his shorts and then, his shorts. You look with amazement at his huge cock, he took it in hand and jerked it off

"It’s never going to come home, Rafe!" you say with fear. "It’s going to come home trust me." He starts rubbing it against your folds and sinks his pin inside you, you moan. Your moan gives him the strength to push violently inside you. You scream and your hands cling to the sheets. He starts slowly he leans over you and you drop the sheets and grab his biceps. "You’re so fucking tight!" He’s groaning in your ear, his kidney squeals other times quiet and slow is accelerating, he’s getting more violent and you’re screaming in pain. Rafe please stop! you’re hurting me!" You yell Rafe continues her violent push " wrap your legs around my waist, it will hurt less! "

you listen to his advice and the pain subsides but he continues to plow you, he insults you with all the names "You take so well my dick bitch!" if I take myself away from you is what you will put me under for my dick like the bitch you are!"

you stick your head in his neck, his push is hard to take and when he hits you 85% and in your G-spot. Your orgasm comes and you scream are name- It’s not like you did it all the time or he destroyed you- He doesn’t stop his thrusts are orgasm is not far last you but the tears rise you, he is too hard and his hard to bear.

when he finally ejaculates in you , he screams your name. he takes off from you and your pussy feels alone, comle if it had just lost life . Rafe grabs his phone and positions it above you, you ask him what he is doing and he simply answers you: "You are the most beautiful thing I have seen at the moment does not ruin everything. he said while kissing you.

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the next morning you wake up in the same room as the day before, this time alone. You take your things and start walking out of the room as calmly as possible so you don’t wake up. "Y/N you don’t have breakfast with us?" You jump and turn the rete to notice Rafe, Kelce and Topper were watching you. Kelce and Topper show a smirk.

"Should I go home sorry guys next time maybe?" Rafe gets up and walks up to you he bends over and captures your lips in a quick kiss "I’ll get dressed and walk you home" he begins to climb the stairs leaving you with the two acolytes.

"Since the time of course you can tell us how it was? " said kelce bringing you the seat next to him. you limp and sit next to them "He didn’t go there with soft hands says Topper"

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[shotmrmiller]

cbf!Price?!?!

You mean your older brother's even older friend?

You'd been born in the US to an American mom and a British dad; but his job moved you all back across the pond. New country, new school, new people--it had been hell for you and your brother. But the family next door were so welcoming, especially their only kid, John.

Who always called you 'sunshine', gave you piggyback rides at rugby matches so you didn't get lost in the crowd, and never said "Hello" but, "There's my favorite girl".

The same cbf!Price who was your scary dog privilege when you fell in love with the underground punk scene and wanted to go to the sketchiest concerts.

When he'd enlisted, you'd cried for days, but couldn't bring yourself to tell him why you were so heartbroken, no matter how many times he asked, brows furrowed with concern. "Its only a couple months, luv, then I'll be on post just down the road. We'll still have our weekends."

And he kept that promise, as much as he could, even after you moved out of your parent's home to attend university.

It was forever on the tip of your tongue; the words you so desperately wanted to say, had to bite back, otherwise they'd destroy that precious friendship....

.... I can only imagine the myriad of unfortunate ways he might accidentally hear you whispering his name and those words....

with my brash personality, im fucking him the day he's to leave for basic. js.

no regrets around here.

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ohmygod! imagine him being captain now, and he brings you to meet the boys.

Johnny whistles low the moment he lays eyes on you. "Steamin' Jesus, Captain. Tha' yer friend? She single?"

John does not answer him.

Kyle is kind, sweet, and courteous. Suspiciously so. It gives John flashbacks of how he acts towards women he wants to bed.

Right.

Simon's just his big, quiet self. He's intimidating, but you're not afraid—after all, you grew up with your bully older brother and John.

John notices his eyes gleam when you talk at him, yes, at, because Simon doesn't respond. But he listens. And he's been listening a little too intently, staring at your dainty hands gesture animatedly.

That's enough, he thinks.

"Time t'go home, love." You pout but wave goodbye at the boys and head towards his vehicle.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak but John quickly intervenes, that unless he wants to start fucking pushing, keep his thoughts to himself.

"I'll see you all at base tomorrow."

On the ride home, you tell him that they were all very nice. John's grip on the steering wheel tightens and says that as nice as they are, they go through women more than they do magazines.

"Oh." Did he imagine the disappointment laced in your voice?

"Do you?" What?

"I don't do it often."

"Oh." He turns his head to look at you, but you're staring out the window.

His heart races and elation thrums through his veins. You definitely sounded upset. John looks straight ahead and speeds up to take you home.

His home.

There's only you for him, and if you won't take the first step, then he will.

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side note: what if he didn't return those feelings? christ id eat my fucking phone. im running away!!! no one look at me how embarrassing!!! his eyes soften, and he's like, "Oh. I'm so sorry, love. You and I practically grew up together."

That really stings. And then he brings his little girlfriend over to meet you and your brother, and you stiffly shake her hand and go to your room to cry.

Someone softly knocks on your door, and you don't move to open it, just yell at whoever is at the door to fuck off in a warbly voice. John's muffled I'm sorry deepens the crack in your heart.

"'S'alright, John. I'll be okay."

You did this to yourself, anyway.

The marriage invitation comes in the mail and you tear it to pieces.

Since you were young, you dreamt of being Mrs. Price, but now, that's all it'll ever be.

A childish dream.

[ripplestitchskein]

I’ve been mulling it over and I think where the Octavia storyline falls apart a bit for me when it comes to understanding and empathizing with her character is that the valid reasons for her to be upset aren’t what she’s upset about and we have no indication that the major reason she would be in the frame of mind she’s in during the final confrontation ever came into play.

Stella and Andrealphus haven’t really hidden how they feel about Stolas. Octavia knows his punishment, all of hell does. She knows that he’s been trying to reach out to her, Stella takes her phone and then loudly and for a very long time laughs about how he’s been repeatedly trying to reach her for a month. Like it would make more sense if that had been hidden from her, but it wasn’t, she has been shown that he is trying to reach her. They could have taken the thread that she was mad that he took awhile to reach out to her, Andrealphus even comments on it in the scene, and we the audience saw Stolas too caught up on his own shit and then realizing “oh shit I need to call Via. “. A perfectly logical route to take, we’ve seen it on screen several times that Stolas’s first impulse is to act and then remember he has responsibilities after. But Via doesn’t seem to be mad about that aspect.

And this isn’t a misunderstanding where we the audience see Stolas trying to contact her and she doesn’t know he is. She did see him calling, she heard that he was repeatedly trying for a month, so I don’t see how her major issue is him leaving her when he kept trying to get in contact with her and then showed up at her house putting himself in extreme danger to do so.

I could see her being mad that he got himself banished because of his choices, not knowing the reason it was brought into court was because of her Mother and Andrealphus. Stolas did break the law for Blitz, and doing so resulted in his exile, but she doesn’t mention that in her final speech either.

The episode talks about the cheating and the broken family aspect but Octavia doesn’t even mention that, we see it in her song, her house crumbling around her, but that doesn’t seem to be the issue when she confronts him. She doesn’t mention that he destroyed their home. It’s heavily implied she’s upset he destroyed the image he built up but because of the addition of the antidepressants it comes off as being more about that than the actual cheating and divorce.

We see Stolas being willing to die for Blitz and leaving her that way, he doesn’t in the end, but she would still be understandably hurt by him just being willing to make that choice. I thought for sure that was going to be the crux of her issue after Mastermind. But she doesn’t really even focus on that aspect of the situation. She never really mentions it at all outside of the same nebulous you promised you wouldn’t leave me, you chose him that has been her issue since LooLoo Land. A “You were willing to die and break your promise to not leave me” would have made more sense to me than “You faked your way through a relationship with my mother and lied about being happy all these years”.

Like Stolas’s actual issues we’ve seen are NOT what Octavia seems to be ultimately upset about. And they could have been if we leaned into the precautionary heir aspect of it but they really haven’t.

I know she’s a teenager, but I have a hard time believing the impulse to learn that someone you love was so unhappy for so many years they just faked their way through it and had to be medicated to cope, and then be mad at them for that? Like, isn’t that a very obvious act of love? Like someone being willing to make themselves unhappy for you for so many years is at its crux a sacrifice. I understand what they were trying to convey, that she feels like he had to use medication to carry out the obligation of being her dad, that she believes that the whole time he was just putting on a show of loving her like he put on a show of loving her mother, but without the tie in of her being a duty he had to perform and “get through” it falls a bit flat when she never mentions that detail, when we’re not even sure if she knows that is why she exists. It would have been a much stronger motivation if she did. If Octavia had found out that Stolas didn’t necessarily want to have a wife or a child, that he was forced to by duty and obligation, and that he had been medicating himself and faking it the whole time and as soon as he had an out he took it, would be a far stronger case for her rage than what actually happened: her finding a box of medicine bottles.

I think we had a strong setup in a variety of directions but in the end they didn’t really commit to any of them. I’ve seen a ton of “I relate to Octavia because I too come from a home where a partner cheated.” Or. “My parents also divorced and that sucked”. And the show was heavily implying that was her issue, with the client having a parallel to their situation, but in the actual confrontation it’s more about the idea that someone taking medication is using that medication to create emotion and feeling where otherwise it wouldn’t exist, but why that fails for me as a reasoning is that just the act and willingness to do that, to force yourself into a loveless marriage and to do everything you can to maintain that facade implies love and care from the outset.

Maybe I’m just too old and being a parent with a now adult child skews my perception, but there were a number of much better reasons than what they ultimately went with, imo.

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast comforting the reader!

i know i said i have a character limit (and technically ive already broken it for the creepypasta version of this post and similar posts in this category) buuuuuut admins personal writing gets to twist the rules a little bit/j/lh and also i dont want to make multiple posts for this prompt soooooooooo writing this while im waiting to make my silly money on a roblox tycoon yall know how it is :3 uuuuuuh might have more typos than usual simply because that wave of sleepiness is hitting but also i wanna finish my tycoon so NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

CAINE:

i think he might try too hard in trying to get you to feel better. likely overwhelms you but he doesnt have ill intent (though that doesnt change much, youre still overwhelmed) so you might have to be firm in having him reel things back to a level that works for you. i think he would ask you whats wrong, as well as get anything he thinks he would help you feel better (drinks, blankets... hell before you can process anything hes probably got you buried in loads of things)... hes got the spirit but his intensity is... well intense.. torn between him being a decent listener because on one hand i can see him being hooked on every word you say and talking over you in an attempt to find a solution right then and there.... 6/10 i love caine but i get overwhelmed/overstimulated easily

POMNI:

does not know what to do when someone around her it upset, much less crying... i think she would put on this really weird... awkward... forced smile to try to lessen the tension in the air (failing at it, mind you) and try to pat your back... asks if you want to talk about it... a really good listener, actually. a better listener than a comforter, her solutions are so-so, they're what you expect from someone who doesnt want to accidentally overstep but nonetheless still cares about how you feel. at least you can count on her being totally no judgement, too... lets you talk to her for as long as you need, giving a nod and affirmation that she is in fact listening 8/10

RAGATHA:

very similar to pomni in regards to being a great listener, but i think ragatha would also be a great comforter as well as solution giver! lets you come into her room, gives you one of her nicer blankets to curl under while she lets you unload onto her. if someone is being mean to you or something is frustrating you, ragatha offers to give you a hand to find a solution to make things easier for you. offers to confront the person for you, though she does vaguely urge for you to build yourself up to try to speak up for yourself in the future. of course, if you ever need anyone ragatha is going to be there for you but she would also love to see you stand up for yourself. builds you up, probably gives peps talks! 8.5/10

JAX:

more often than not its going to look like hes disinterested or flat out not listening... which if it were just about anyone else that might really be the case.. buuuuuut what if you were one of his friends, or perhaps a partner? i think he would at least throw in a yeah.. which i think for how i typically write jax means something. one of those "if he didnt actually care he wouldnt be responding at all" and yeah sure its the bare minimum... i think every now and then he might just say screw it and throw his act out the window start shit talking... usually if theres someone to shit talk, you know if someone has made you upset or something... i think he would make them a target for his pranks... usually tries to play everything off as something light or unimportant but as long as its you, he is listening and he is going to at least make an attempt to do something about it... just dont bring it up 4/10 because personally it would make me feel worse shrugs

KINGER:

well i dont know how dad/energy having people can be comforting because my dad is emotionally distant/lh but i think he would let you come into his pillow fort... or if you dont want to be in a space so small he would let you come into his room, or he might take you out on a walk around the grounds. i think he would be more of a listener than anything else, nodding and humming to let you know hes listening. when theres pauses in your speaking he tries to offer some advice which can be pretty hit or miss. i think he would give you a hug, if you asked for one... if you want a distraction he will launch into a ramble about insects and other things! trails off to ask how youre doing every now and then, usually makes him lose his spot in the previous conversation thus starting a new one... will talk for hours 7/10 but im biased for kinger

ZOOBLE:

distant but not in the way jax is, zooble just has trouble expressing some of their emotions. jax just doesnt like showing any care or vulnerability. but zooble might let you stay in their room if youre crying or otherwise outwardly distressed. might let you sink down into one of their bean bag chairs... kind of just opens up a vent session with asking if you want to talk shit, or to just get angry. i think they can deal with someone being angry and irritated than a crying person because at least then they can apply their own irritation for it and put themselves in the other persons shoes. really you two just bounce and build each other in this scenario, kind of just letting off steam that should have been released far sooner... i dont know about you guys but its refreshing 8/10

GANGLE:

might get upset with you if youre really upset.. or maybe upset for you? i think she might be able to feel a lot for those she cares about deeply, so while it might look like shes trying to hijack the moment for herself, shes just crying FOR you.. lets you use her art supplies to make vents or to simply scribble. another big listener, i think she would try to give advice but... given that gangle herself has no spine (figuratively and literally) i think its... not the best advice... like the kind of stuff you try to affirm to yourself to get through a hard day, usually those affirmations.... dont work...but hey theres an effort! i mean at least she makes sure you feel heard and listened to, which is at least a little better than jax soooooo 5.5/10

[murasakinokuukyo]

So, this my first ever post in the DMC fandom. I binged the Netflix anime when it released and uh.... I've got really mixed feelings. A lot of them. I'm not really gonna analyse the show too deeply - I feel others have done it better - I'm just airing out my thoughts.

Short version: The animation was amazing - Studio Mir did a phenomenal job. I'm happy to see the characters after so long. Is it a good anime? Yea, you could say that. Is it a good DMC anime? Not really.

Long version: Honestly, it felt like they wanted to tell an original story than a DMC story. Episode 1 started out good, so I guess I was hopeful for the rest of the show. Then my expectations were squashed. Though I'm all up for adding new information about the Underworld, this was not it. What the heck is Makai? The idea they were going for is not bad necessarily, it just didn't feel completely right.

I didn't mind having Johnny Yong Bosch voice Dante, especially with what I heard about Reuben Langdon. He was really adorable thoughout the show plus I loved the way he reacted to the information that Vergil was still alive. These boys deserve happiness. I would've preferred his DT activating by him getting stabbed by Rebellion.

I was looking forward to Lady in the show, and they, to put it politely, did her character a disservice. I am so sorry, Lady. Her backstory here was not as good as DMC 3's, in my opinion. Admittedly, Lady was incredibly distrusting of Dante throughout DMC 3; I can accept that in the show - I just feel that they overdid it that I was left feeling irritated.

Also, did they really have to make swear her everytime she opened her mouth? I got flashbacks to Netflix Castlevania where, as much I liked the show, everyone seemed overly fond of the F-word that I couldn't take them seriously. As that one alternate Invincible, Omni-Mark, said: "Swearing doesn't make you cool." Basically, the point I want to stress is that swearing is fine until it gets excessive that it loses its impact.

SPARDA. Why are they doing this to demon dad? Why are they painting him in the wrong for sealing away Hell? I got so excited seeing him on-screen. I got so upset when Dante had no idea he was half-demon; genuinely could not stand how they changed it so that Sparda was not around at all when it's been confirmed that he was. Lady's delivery of the "Legend of Sparda" was terrible, too. It's frankly the most crucial piece of lore in the franchise, and it was delivered poorly. They could've had White Rabbit do it instead.

Speaking of White Rabbit - I enjoyed him. Sure, they technically turned him into an original character. Yes, he is everything they did different and wrong for the show. And yet, it's those reasons why I enjoyed him so much: he could've worked in an entirely different story. Credit to the animators and Hoon Lee for bringing this character to life.

Anyone feel like they had Lucia make a cameo and called it a day? With Arius showing up at the end, I suppose they'll make her relevant for S2, but she was practically wasted here.

I realised later that the route they went for Vergil was retconned lore from DMC 1. Dan Southworth not voicing him felt like a crime, and the Bury The Light reference was not subtle at all, but I'll forgive those because it's Vergil. As for him serving Mundus, I really hope my boy is brainwashed or has his own agenda that he's hiding from Mundus. What is confusing with them going this route is that he hasn't gone to Fortuna to, y'know, make Nero. My biggest wish for the show was to have Vergil meeting the Lady in Red.

All in all, I still like the show, and I wouldn't mind rewatching it. If this is someone's first exposure to Devil May Cry, and they loved it, I'm happy for them. Honestly, the animation carried it for me. I kept staying for the credits just to hear Devils Never Cry. Weirdly enough, it felt like Lady and White Rabbit were given more focus than Dante. With S2 announced, I'm worried. I guess I'm just tired of the whole "Humans Are The Real Monsters" thing. A core theme of the franchise is humanity; it's why Sparda rebelled. Just... just dial back on the cynicism, please.

[phantombluego]

Im here again for the now daily idea drop for my fav duo

More modern au! In kindergarten Telemachus had to draw his family and drew Amphinomus as his brother and proudly showed it off but the teacher made him redraw it since Amphinomus wasnt related to him and was sad the entire day and didnt do anything else but be sad in a corner off the class.

Modern au again where they play lots of boardgames and videogames and Amphinomus would teach him to play the video games but when playing mario party Telemachus gets upset when he loses or if someone steals stuff from him. Amphinomus thinks its funny but helps him anyways but then learns how good of a liar and shemer Telemachus is and how much alike he is from his dad which leads to lots of victories for Telemachus

He would love it when Amphinomus reads him stories especially tales about the gods and heros and then we Amphinomus visits again Telemachus had made lots of drawings about the stories and begged his mom for more books and scrolls about them so Amphinomus could read them to him

Au idea where Poseidon in epic really takes up on his threat and takes Telemachus eyes. When that happens Penelope tells Amphinomus cause she trusts him the most (more than the guards) and makes him look after Telemachus and he becomes more protective and the feelings of him protecting Telemachus when he was a child cause he knew being a prince is dangerous but even more dangerous when war is happening and the 1 time Telemachus had a murder attempt on him when he was a infant. Telemachus complains the entire time at first but slowly trusts him again especially if Amphinomus gives up his place as a suitor cause there are more important things atm and dealing with a mad and sassy Telemachus all day isnt something he would look forward to. To the suitors he would make an excuse that he had to go back home for family stuff. After a while Telemachus would trust him again but would still sass him sometimes which Amphinomus didnt mind cause that means he feels good enough to do that

I didnt realize i yapped that much about 1 idea until i looked back-

Hell yeah never fail to feed the ideas whenever I finally get around to replying LMAO.

More modern au!! Hell yes, Amphinomus being in the family picture, terrible teacher for making him change it, he's just a happy guy HAHA. Tele being sad whenever he loses in games is just adorable ngl, and being helped is such brother energy LOL. With Tele being a good liar too is cute as hell, I would let him win any day

The little drawings too?? Gods I so love them and your ideas

And OMGS THAT AU?? That's such a fun concept!! Amphi giving up the suitors to protect Telemachus because he cares about the guy??? LIKE DAMN?? Then them being playful either each other as it goes on cause Tele is getting used to have his old best friend around again! ARGH!! I LOVE ITT

[frogg-water]

"...Hey Shey, why are we climbing the mast anyways?"

"Hell if I know but the view is GREAT from here!"

I made pirate ocs

The red one is Shey and the green one is Rey. They are practically children of luck itself.

No harm will ever come to them, these two have fortunately been spared from the trauma beam

They're single brain celled best friends who get themself into crazy situations, and learn absolutely nothing, even if they almost die, and they WILL continue getting into crazy situations afterwards

There is no room in either of their brains for self preservation.

Like,

Shey and Rey have seen a pile of shiny treasure and jewelry in a cave before, walked up to the pile of treasure and jewelry, and took it all, and completely ignored the beast whom guarded said treasure and jewelry. The crew they were a part of at the time, still to this day, could not figure out how they got out of that alive. The two boys stared death in its face, and ignored that too in favor for "Oo look Rey, shiny stuff!" "Holy shit, Shey, you're right! Shiny stuff!!" "WOOOO!!"

Their real names aren't actually Shey and Rey, but when they became a duo, they wanted to match and gleeful as could be, picked out these names. FOR EACH OTHER. I love them, they're my silly children.

Their actual names are Constantine (Shey) and Aileus (Rey). Constantine actually hated his name, and went by the nickname Tina for the longest time to spite his parents. Then he ran away, so he could go by whatever he wanted because no one knew his real name so he didn't have to use it, take that mom and dad!

Most of their scars are from clumsiness, funny considering all the fights they get into. Like, the scar on Sheys cheek was from him swinging his sword around like an idiot and cut himself. He was like, totally unbothered by it, despite it bleedin' like crazy, but another crew the two were with, different crew than the treasure story, forced him to their resident medic. He pouted the whole time, upset his fun was interrupted when "He was fine!"

The scar on Reys leg is just as simple as him stepping wrong on a dock and going straight through the old wood. Shey couldnt even help him out of the water, he couldn't stop laughing. Neither could Rey, the other sailors had to pull him to shore just so he didn't drown.

I love these two, theyre just dummies. My dummies

[forestryfae]

man it is SO nice to find a solution to a really shit problem only for 50 other problems to happen

i am completely alone with zero support in a house i hate, doing as much housework as possible so it can be manageable both in day to day life and so its not hard to just leave when i move, and i still am not getting any help getting rid of the stuff.

i have almost no money and i have to pay to take the train to buy food or neccessities and i was dumb enough to not send a letter sooner so i dont know if ill get my money until after christmas or not, i havent bought more than one christmas gift either cus im fucking broke, and i dont feel anywhere in my body that i want to spend time making something for anyone. my brother still isnt done paying me my money back and literally hasnt talked to me since last time he asked for money, my dad hasnt fucking talked to me in ages and the one time he called in summer it was out of boredom to ask when i was gonna visit them, none of my extended relatives talk to me at all so what the fuck is the point there, and my mom is just. a fucking bitch.

i had her removed as a legal guardian, not even on purpose initially but because folkenemnda or whoever sent her a letter before i was able to have a meeting, so she ofc got fucking offended and now has decided sve cant be involved in anything. she cant call electricians, she cant help fix the house, its "too difficult" for her to have to talk to me or my new legal guardian instead of just buying stuff right away, and she told ME to get a new phone service provider. i had to fix that myself. on top of her being, once again, a useless bitch. dont touch my stuff i say, its fucking embarrassing that you have dirty laundry she implies while moving all my furniture around and doing shit to my kitchen while refusing to acknowledge its my house but still treating it like her own, and not fixing the internet again after they unplugged it.

so i have no access to internet besides my last 150 mb of phone data unless i call some guy to fix it, but they wont be here until next year most likely so its pretty much pointless, and if i buy phone data i have to pay. so if i cant get it fixed ill be literally alone for two weeks straight with no people at all around me and noone i can talk to on the internet. except for fucking. christmas. idk about new years eve. and i dont even fucking like my family, i dont even want to spend time with them, they treat me like shit.

the ac doesnt work since mom got the electricians to look at everything but never actually hired anyone to fix shit and now is completely uncooperative. and after they checked the fireplace in that control like two years ago im not allowed to use it, and mom never actually got that fixed either even though shes been in charge of absolutely everything since forever.

plus both heaters downstairs are set to 27c or max and it still is only like 17 or 19 or so, i have an entire room in the house i straight up cant use cus theres no power and no light and 17c in there and its full of stuff i asked mom to take to the thrift store for me 6 months ago. also i cant leave either heater on if im boiling water or washing dishes cus that overloads the entire fucking thing.

and its just like so much bullshit all at once and ive been spacing out for like 2 hours while writing this cus i get so frustrated and upset and angry and sad. its not fucking fair that my parents literally dont care about me, yet im expected to be fucking sociable and call and visit them and reach out. they didnt reach out to me or support me at all when i was a kid, or a teenager, or an adult, why the fuck would i want to deal with them. but if i dont go to visit them on christmas or i point out that hey. youre not really being fair or nice to me at all, hell breaks loose cus i should be more than happy with the crumbs they give me, as if theyre the best people in the world for fucking. calling once every six months or letting me celebrate a holiday with them.

like. im stuck here for 2 weeks, im broke as shit, no connection to the outside world once i use all my data, i very much am still mentally ill even if im better than before i went inpatient. but once i go back ill have to go back to work and i dont have a psychiatrist to talk to and im not on any meds i think i might need and i havent been tested for anything yet, i havent been had driving practice yet, i can barely talk to my support contact, i need a lot more help than i am being given, im not getting the help i ask for when i do ask for it, and thats on top of shit parents and a shit house and two cats i love but am not sure i can keep given the whole thing where im gone for months at a time. and i just. how the fuck am i supposed to be able to keep a job or ever move out or make friends properly or keep a new apartment or house or be mentally stable. its so much bullshit all at once wtf

[the-snowdrop-system]

Fuck it, ALL my answers below the cut :3

1) Better than most, but not the greatest tbh...

2) My cousin (STRICTLY PLATONIC she has been helping me thru transition ever since i came out to her)

3) yes, i regret going to southern michigan in january

4) very insecure

5) single

6) i dont care how i die honestly, i just hope its relatively painless.

7) homemade pizza my aunt sent home with my dad today

8) if competing in martial arts as a kid counts, than yes, if not, then no.

9) constantly... i should stop that...

10) 1st day of 4th grade (he was bullying me for years, so i punched him square in the nose. He never bullied me again)

11) no, BUT im a hopeless romantic, so by the time you are reading this, my answer might have changed.

12) constantly... my sleep schedule sucks :)

13) only 2 people. My most recent ex, and the male responsable for half of my existance >:(

14) 5 people. My 3 besties from college, dude i talk to on occasion, and my cousin (see number 2, she lives over 1000 miles away from me)

15) no, i neither physically nor financially could take care of a pet, i wish i did tho, would make life slightly more bearable

16) rn, im upset. I might go over that more in another post, if i do ill link it here.

17) no

18) YES i realize they serve a good perpous to our ecosystem, i just wish they would do it somewhere else 😭

19) yes, to stop myself from going to southern michigan in january. Nothing good has come from that decision.

20) i dont remember where it was... it was a while ago anyways.

21) the same as they have been since i had surgery. Get up and walk around every little bit. Other than that, nothing. Maybe watch some lets plays of the new FNAF game since i cant afford a copy of my own :(

22) no, i wouldnt make a good parent honestly, im not responsible enough...

23) i got my ears pierced in december, but they healed up waaay sooner than they where supposed to so now i have 0. what a waste of money >:(

24) math and technology. Dont get me wrong, i am bad at both, but they are still what im best at 😭

25) wait, you already asked this question :(

26) food wise: nothing. In general: a hug.

27) probably yes, but they did worse to me.

28) yep, my most recent ex. (They are also the one mentioned in 27)

29) she did something to me, i stormed off, and she cried because i was upset, does that count?

30) i have a list :) see number 16.

31) no

32) pink or blue 🏳️‍⚧️

33) sometimes? It really depends honestly. Some people i trust to much, and other people i dont trust enough smh...

34) i drempt something about stawberrys last night i dont remember any specifics...

35) one of my parents. I dont remember which one tho.

36) i give everyone a second chance, but if you fuck up again im done. (If i can give the 2 people i hate a second chance, than i can give other people second chances as well.)

37) forget, only cus i got memory issues. But in all seriousness, i have a hard time with both...

38) FUCK NO this shit the worst!

39) 16 i think...?

40) NO????

Where the hell are questions 41-50? I feel like im getting ripped off! /j

51) Quesadillas

52) no, cus what "reason" is there for cancer? What "reason" is there for biggotry? What "reason" is there for plagues and pandemics? If someone can answer those, then i might reconsider.

53) turn on a quiet youtube video to listen too to help me sleep and turn on a fan to keep me cool.

54) cheating, no. Open relationships are one thing, but when two people are together in a closed relationship and one of them cheats, thats just wrong.

55) i try to be nice, but some people make that reeeeally hard. I can be a massive bitch if i need to be.

56) 1. My bully in elementary school.

57) yes, but i also believe it is very hard to find.

58) light snow

59) ... yes.

60) eventually, but only if im allowed to wear a cute wedding dress. (Ive had multiple exes say "if we get married you still have to wear a suit" [for reference im a trans woman])

61) depends on the context, but yea, it can be.

62) get back to me on that one. Im not sure anymore. The things that used to make me happy now only just get me by. I dont know how to feel happy rn.

63) fuck yea, i hate my dead name and want to legally change it, but there is that whole "im broke af" issue i gotta fix 1st.

64) yea, cus i would rather punch them than kiss them tbh.

65) i am gonna change the word from sex to gender in this question just because it will be easier to answer. I have 1 male friend, and idk what i would do if he said he likes me tbh...

66) yee. Same dude as 65

67) last man i talked to was my dad, other than him, the friend i mentioned in the last 2 answers.

68) prolly same dude as before, we where discussing FNAF lore

69) 2 people destined for eachother from birth? No. 2 people who form a bond stronger than just love, yes.

70) each of the 5 people i miss (see question 14)

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[boogiepopmeup]

I have hit some weird mood where i realized i stopped taking fun photos with my plushies since i was entirely isolated and lived with my dad when i did that most and now i have to like clean up after my boyfriend and shit instead. I had to pack them up for a while even to move things around. I know way more people irl now. Its weird but i have friends or maybe what you call a found family, but i dont see why i had to find one. Now i feel like i really miss the stuffed animals. Like, they have always been my friends. My whole life, stuffed animals were the only things I could rely on, this is due most likely to my mother both rejecting and tormenting me but also love bombing me and just being a bad parent in general and my dad having to travel for work and an autistic brother who never expressed shit. Like i am in therapy and i can tell its an attachment issue, i just never had that feeling of safety or love. My mom would say shit like “i love you but i don’t like you” to me as a kid and so her love was always conditional, my dad was gone for days at a time then divorced (so he loves me unconditionally but wasn’t there in my formative years), my brother probably doesn’t love me at all. My mom was bipolar and projected everything on me. Like i tell myself what i enjoy is harmless but I know deep down, normal people have friends and they sometimes are friends with them for decades. I know this is an aberration. I tell myself it’s fine but I know this isn’t what I should be attached to. I can’t help it though, i get emotional sometimes because sometimes i hold them and I think, You have always been my friends you will aways be my friend and always love me and you are never mad at me. You dont get jealous if I can’t always play with you every day. I have always been able to depend on you. Hell the reason i cant throw out my oldest Quagsire that my crazy shitty ex got me because it feels wrong because he has been drenched in my tears.

I do a lot of things for my communities here. I run a local music game community now for example. I do my best. I have somehow “adopted” a cadre of young queer people: young people who need help and guidance because their family situations fucking suck. My apartment sucks, my neighbors are loud af all the time, I never know peace at home and I WORK at home so there is no escape. But I take so much pride in being able to say “yes, absolutely,” any time a friend goes CAN I COME OVER RIGHT NOW with no explanation. I wish I had a place to go outside my home as a teen and 20 yro without having to do drugs or fuck someone. I am so proud I can support people the way I wished for support then, instead of objectifying myself.

But I don’t know. Today i just felt so bad. I kind of miss when the stuffed animals were my beat friends. I miss having time with them. I miss not having to go places or arrange events. I got upset at the library because like, what am I doing here? Hanging around libraries cause i was too shitty at school to get a degree and become a librarian, i have worked in a call center for 11 years, the state of education has plummeted I don’t even want to return to school now. I am almost 40. I think people all think I am at least ten years younger so they don’t see me as a “failure,” but I do. I feel retarded, but like the actual meaning of the word: undeveloped. Left behind. Socially delayed. But like, I also just look young so people don’t judge me that way right away. I carry a fucking stuffed animal everywhere (just most are super small and in my bag). I am just some damaged and delayed child that failed out of schools over and over because of my undiagnosed adult adhd, and the lack of support every time i attended (i have fucking 144 college credits from five school and no degrees god fucking damnit).

Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t be around humans at all, much less ones half my age even if I am doing it out of love and care for my community. I am genuinely helpful. I KNOW i help people. Something is wrong with me though, and I don’t want to bring these people down.

Anyway I picked up my big slowpoke today and just started crying because I missed it. I miss fun photo shoots. I miss their faces. They aren’t real though? Am i just a fucking consumer? A “hobbyist” where my hobby is just fucking buying things?

So i picked everyone up and hugged them at once lol. Maybe the issue is most of the people I can rely on are so much younger and I think they genuinely appreciate me and want to help me (for context i don’t have a car and my partner’s just broke so I literally need these people to help me sometimes) but I don’t want to talk about stuff like this with them.

[abbatoirablaze]

The StiXXX List, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: swearing

“LUCYYY I’M HOMEEEE!”

“In the kitchen, Zay!” her roommate replied from the other room as she burst through the apartment door. 

Zamaya smiled, following the smell that was emanating from the two girl’s kitchen.  She knew that her best friend only really took the time to cook when she was upset and she knew that she should ask if everything was alright, but the smell of brownies was making her stomach rumble. 

She entered the kitchen, and her smile disappeared when she saw her best friend.  Her hair was up in a messy bun, and it was tied back with a bandana.  She’d also managed to change into what she’d dubbed her ‘chore coveralls.’ 

“Dinner that good with your dad, Mel?” she asked.

“Dinner’s always great with the dean,” she frowned, “you know...just once I would like to talk about things that happen around our school that don’t involve that stupid hockey team!”

“Sorry...my day kind of ended up revolving around them too...and I was at the coffee shop all morning and afternoon and I saw a few of those puck jockeys.”

“All I got to hear about is how he was going to put Johnny Storm on academic probation if he couldn’t find a tutor, because the idiot is on the brink of expulsion, but then Bria stepped up to the plate and agreed to tutor him,” she huffed, talking about her ex-boyfriend, “why would she agree to that?  I mean, I know that we aren’t super close, but everyone knows about me and Johnny, right?”

“You know how she is...when it comes down to it, she’s baby Roque...she’s always going to look out for those puck jockeys.” She shrugged, “speaking of those puck joc-“

“Not you too, Zay!” she groaned as she nearly slammed the brownies onto the counter, “I don’t want to hear about those idiots any more today!  And I especially don’t want to hear about my asshole of an ex!”

“Well, you will after I tell you that one of those idiots happened to meet Taylor.”

Her face dropped, “Who?  Because I swear if you say that Joh-”

“Everett.”

She paled, “what?”

“You heard me...big grizzly bear of a man.  The playboy on the defensive team that always has puck bunnies chasing after him...yeah, he was hanging all over her like he was a needy puppy,” she laughed.  She reached into the utensil drawer and grabbed a few spoons for herself and her roommate.  She went to dip into the molten brownies, but Melody glared at her, “come on...you made them!  What’s the point of you making them if we aren’t going to eat them, Mel?”

“They’ll burn the shit out of your mouth if you eat them right now, Zay...give them a few seconds to cool and tell me why the hell you let Curtis Everett, the defense teams man-whore, is slutting himself up with our innocent little Taylor!” 

“It’s not like I knew that he was going to run through her like a freight train in the administration office,” she shrugged, “one minute she’s getting an iced coffee and running errands, then a few hours later she’s got Everett wrapped around her tighter than a boa to its prey, and he’s buying her coffee and a pastry.  It was kind of weird, Mel.  I never saw him acting like that around a woman.  Usually it’s the other way around.”

“No...this isn’t good,” she said quickly, shaking her head at her friend, “we have to stop this before it even starts, Zay.  Curtis is not good for her.  We need to keep the two of them apart, Zay!”

“She’s a freshman...let her make her mistakes.”

“Her freshman mistake doesn’t need to be Curtis Everett, Zamaya.”

“Why not?” her best friend asked, “yours was Johnny Storm!”

“My point exactly!” she exclaimed, “I’m a neurotic mess because of that asshole!  He was so toxic that-“

“You know I happen to remember you saying that it didn’t matter how toxic he was because the dick was that good!” she reminded her friend with a playful smirk.  Mel continued to frown at her friend and Zamaya shook her head, “come on, Mel.  You were a neurotic mess before Storm.  He just added to it.”

Melody frowned at her friend.  But just as she was about to say something, there was a knock on the door.  She pointed towards her friend, “this isn’t over, Z.”

“It never is, M!” she smiled.  She waited until her friend turned the corner, and she grabbed a spoon, digging into the brownie.  The happiness from the explosion of molten chocolate faded in an instant as she spit it out, cursing the heat, “SON OF A BITCH!”

“Didn’t wait for the brownies to cool again?”

“She never learns!” Melody frowned, as she and Angel entered the kitchen.  Melody went to the freezer and grabbed the small pint of vanilla ice cream.  Opening it up, she handed it to Zamaya, who greedily took a large spoonful, “was it worth it, Z?”

Zamaya glared at her. 

“As much as I would love to laugh at your misfortune...and the fact that you never learn to grab the ice cream first, I only have an hour to study,” Angel frowned as she looked between Zamaya and Melody, “Andy wasn’t home when I went to drop off Brooke today, and I ended up missing my class because of it...he said that he would be home, and I waited outside of his place for an hour; blowing up his phone.  Amber is watching her now, but she has to leave for work in an hour.”

“Seriously?” Zamaya asked, glaring at her friend, “what an asshole.  It’s his turn to watch her, and this is the second time in a row!”

“I know, Z.”

“You really need to talk to hi-“

“Trust me...I’ve tried talking to him, Mel.  But he won’t listen to me,” she frowned, “he doesn’t care that it is affecting my money or school work.  All he cares about is that his and Laurie’s perfect life isn’t inconvenienced.”

“I’ll inconvenience the mother fucker,” Mel hissed as she dug into the brownie but only after putting some ice cream on her spoon, “he’s got no right.  You don’t make him do anything for Brooke.  Hell, at this point, Amber is practically her dad with how much she watches her and helps her!”

“She takes enough dick to have one at this point!” Zamaya chuckled.

Angel gave a playful glare to her friend, “don’t, Z...she really does do a lot to help with Brooke!”

“I’m just joking and you know it,” she scoffed, handing her spoon off, “by the way I have some treats for the little one in honor of her birthday!”

“You were at her birthday party last month,” Angel laughed as she too dug into the brownie and ice cream, “and you two got her that barbie playhouse...you did more than enough!”

“Well these are cookies that I got from the diner yesterday when I had a shift!” she said, pointing to the box on the counter, “I know you and Amber love them too, so I got a good bit of them.”

Angel sighed, “you’re too good to us.”

“I know.”

Melody shook her head at her two best friends, before tapping Zamaya, “go get ready.  She’s got an hour to study, and you have an hour before your shift at the diner.”

“How do you manage to memorize my work schedule and everything that you do?” she teased.

“Because you’re pretty much my wife at this point!” she scoffed, taking another bite of the brownie.  She tossed the keys to her friend as she made her way around the island, “I put gas in this afternoon.”

“You’re the best wife ever!”

“Hey, what about me?” Angel teased.

“You let Andy Barber cum in you,” she said squishing her face together, “until you’ve thoroughly gotten dicked down by plenty of other men, you’re still going to reek of his property.  You’re not wife material yet!”

Mel practically spat her dessert out over the blatant insult from her best friend, and Angel looked at her, jaw gaping.

“ZAMAYA!”

“JUST SAYING!” she yelled from her bedroom, “FUCK THAT DEADBEAT DADDY!  PRIMO WIVES DON’T GET DICKED DOWN BY DEADBEATS!” 

Chapter 8

[mamasvetlanushka]

мисс

"He did a fantastic job."

Парень проделал фантастическую работу. "They're fantastic!"

Да они великолепны! The lamp cast fantastic shadows on the wall and staircase. Лампа отбрасывала на стены и ступеньки причудливые тени. "Mike isn't just 'one of those' computers," I answered, vexed on Mike's account. "He's boss; he waves baton for all others.

Майк вовсе не "один из тех", - обиделся я за Майка, - он босс; он машет им всем дирижерской палочкой. “Ron, your dad works for the Ministry, you can’t go saying things like that to his boss!” said Hermione, but she too looked very upset. “As long as Hagrid

Рон, твой папа работает в министерстве, ты не должен разговаривать с его начальником в таком тоне! - воскликнула Гермиона. Она тоже But come by at lunch so my boss doesn't see you. Только приходи во время обеда, чтобы моя начальница не видела тебя. "Miss Whitney." It was no longer Tracy. — Мисс Уитни, — больше уже не Трейси, If we miss this chance, we may never have another." Если мы пропустим такой случай, другого может не представиться. Why did you ever build such a fantastic house? С чего вдруг тебе пришла в голову мысль построить такой сказочный дом. "I agree," said Susan. "It just seems - fantastic."

Я согласна, - кивнула Сьюзен. - Это кажется… фантастичным. She said she'd picked the most fantastic man in the world. Говорила, что выбрала самого замечательного мужчину в мире. Perhaps Alvarez, having only recently succeeded to boss fink spot, wanted to make face--may have had ambition to be Warden. Может, сам Альварес расстарался - в должность шефа безопасности он вступил недавно, хотел показать товар лицом, не исключено, что метил и на место Смотрителя. "I think Gail Wynand was a hell of a swell boss after all!"

Полагаю, как ни верти, а Гейл Винанд шикарный руководитель. "Well, you don't run things around here," said the boss.

Что ж, может быть, но не ты здесь главный, -отвечал хозяин. He remembered all his hunting guile, the long patience of shooting meat in famine when a hit or a miss meant life or death. Он вспомнил, с какой осторожностью и долготерпением выслеживал дичь во время голода, зная, что меткий выстрел или промах означает жизнь или смерть. "I can understand your wanting to kill me, since it must annoy you to watch me miss the shots so often.

Насколько я понимаю, вы решили убить меня за то, что я слишком часто пропускаю мячи!

Еще одна неудача м-ра Фантастика. Yet another mistake for Mr. Fantastic. Тогда, под шелест листьев за окном, среди мучительных ласк, зародилась вся фантастика гаринской авантюры. The whole fantasy of Garin's adventure had been born that night, to the rustle of leaves outside the window, amidst tormenting caresses. Потому что это фантастика. Because it's weird.

Майк вовсе не "один из тех", - обиделся я за Майка, - он босс; он машет им всем дирижерской палочкой. "Mike isn't just 'one of those' computers," I answered, vexed on Mike's account. "He's boss; he waves baton for all others. — Вы не похожи на убийцу, мисс Уитни. "You don't took like a killer, Miss Whitney." "Джек Фантастик увольняется"? "Jack Fantastic is quitting"? Но с этой точки зрения крионика не более чем фантастика. But at this point, cryonics is nothing more than a fantasy. Фантастика, я знаю. Weird, I know.

Хорошая научная фантастика уходит корнями в настоящую науку, - утвердительно кивнув, ответила Виттория. She nodded. "Good science fiction has its roots in good science." Новая фантастика может быть интересной. Modern science fiction can be interesting.

Не версия, а какая-то фантастика, - усомнился помощник комиссара. "It's a fantastic theory," said the A.C. Кто это человек, босс Вондаса? Who's the man above Vondas? Похож на маленького гнома. — Вы, должно быть, мисс Уитни? He looked like a cheery little gnome. "You must be Miss Whitney?" Тебе нравится научная фантастика? Do you like science-fiction? Притворитесь, что это выдумка, фантастика. Pretend it's science fiction.

Это совершеннейшая фантастика, Эллсворт. "That sounds fantastic, Ellsworth.

Освальд Кобблпот говорят великолепный. Сомневаюсь. Кто-то в это верит?

Нечего сказать. Пингвин не персонаж. Пингвины существа этого мира. Комиксы и прочее.. кто взял это на заметку, тот ошибся.

[the-firebird69]

To try and get accessories from Wentworth and St John's that match his level which is the top and we're going to help other people are too. And there's a certain watch from Harvard and it's not Boliva it is the one that he made and they don't know that he made the first one if they did they would run to get him one and from Wentworth because it's Humongously famous and it's Rolex and the name means something. And it doesn't mean roll something. It's not rolodex. When was is really the one where you get a lot of stuff in high school you don't get a huge kit which is not true you used to it was a big deal. To be the college and they give you seats and chairs and dinner tables all sorts of things and he would have that in his house because you people are so stupid. He wondered who your is connected to and it's you you idiots. and you're stupid He could have $1,000,000 and buy $10,000 worth of stuff and have it all from both places and people would notice it and think it's not that much money instead you made a huge deal out of it now people are after you **** for all the money. And they do know what he is saying. I mean this education and you're wasting it and you're trying to ruin me or something. You won't let me have anything that represents it I have one diploma almost lost it and you're abusing the living **** out of the girl who brought it over even though I applied a bunch of cover and frightened her threatened and forced the other people to do it it didn't do **** and nothing ever does you're like dogs wandering around looking for something to eat and it's going to be proven that you're spent and you're going to dive into the hole and be gone. It's very upsetting to hear your idi.... It's very upsetting to hear your idiotic reactions you don't care about the school you didn't care about them and you're running it and you're working there for about a quarter century no it was for like 100 years one of your friends founded it no but they hinted it off and you in its ran it for like 75 years and that's Wentworth and St John's is even older no it's not it's younger it's like 1955 but the Xavier and brothers are huge they're all over the world still they're wondering what the hell you're doing he understands the sweatshirts and stuff that you have to have a place where you can go to make the real stuff. If you don't offer it to him you're all done he probably won't wear anything from either school. Don't blame him so it's a test to see what kind of idiots you are. What he really says is I'm gonna wear it anyways because father and mother helped and these people died and they're shot in the head and that's why they're stupid mostly. It's kinda true and the max are making it happen. But if it up to me and have not do it but he says he probably should and the school's still open and people still learn how to build things and it's helpful. Although a massive pain in the **** right now. Clearing where your enemies and you're fighting the max and you know it and you won't shut your face.

Thor Freya

Olympus

This is terrific a great idea he sent both schools a request for the stuff and to know what story could get the real stuff from and we'll wait and see if they do it. At one place he said my dad got all this stuff and from Boston University and he gave him a package from high school and they did give him a package from university too and I didn't know he was published but really he was doing that quite a bit. Now I see what they're doing with my husband and I think they're an idiot pyle and despicable and it's true they're kind of smoked. I don't wanna talk to them anymore it's a waste of damn time and he's been saying we need him out of the way. But here goes these people won't move them now they're under attack and they don't think it's anything but the idiots made it all the way down there so they're gonna have some problems. I'm gonna open up a can of worms here and say this I went to school at U mass and I got my degree. Both of my characters did he told me he wanted me to stay on out loud before I went into my dorm he said he's probably gonna leave but he wants me to stay and get the degree and I said to be happy and married and he said yes and it goes like this we know what game we're playing and it's very dangerous and you people don't know what we're doing. Both of my characters. And at that time Brenda was actually Brenda not me I was a different person. So the point is that I'm gonna ask for this stuff too and he wants me to ask my character and he wanted me to do it when he's doing it and I said boy that would be weird and that would be great it would attract a lot of attention to me get these guys going so I may have done that. I actually did and I sent it in and it's written better than he did. It doesn't help me but it is better.

Hera

Olympus

[sobachyakukla]

i like to sit out back & pretend im hanging out with a bunch of alt-leftists in the one world army. its neat. i pretend im hanging out with a bunch of people who laugh at the things i say & i laugh with them, & they make me laugh with the thoughts they beam to my brain & what i beam back is great too. & then we just chill in our little fried people only lounge. see ive made the mistake of making my mother seem cooler than she is to people in my life, all my life. leonid was allowed to stay the night one night & he started playing guitar & she kept coming out to tell him to stop. "i have to work in the morning". i mean, she did, & it was kind of rude to play guitar while someone was trying to sleep. it was wild that we were even allowed to have the tv on playing Harold & Maude. we watched it & when i knew she was asleep i went in my room & got the book of shadows i was making to bring out & show him. i showed him my tarot cards & he like them, told me they were really neat. he liked my book of shadows too. this is right when i was skipping school all of the time. she knew i was. & didn't really care. see thats the thing, she goes along with anything. as long as its not satanic. even though she used to laugh at some of the stuff i would show her. she used to only get like this when she'd come back from going to see my grandmother in Arkansas. now she's fully fuckin' jesus-rific all the time. it could very well be the death of my grandma looming ahead, making it more imperative that she continue impressing her with the lord & all that. but i thought i heard her call me a demon on the phone & it really upset me. i hate when they talk about me being demon possessed. im not. im really not. demons dont exist. im worried about my mother & i being mixed up too. i know all her stuff was gotten into when i was in California & Colorado but my stuff was gotten into long before that. & i dont like it when the disembodied voices overstep their boundaries. or mix my mother & i up. or consider us to be too similar. my mother has been balls deep in the small town church ethic since the 80's. she went almost every day, they raised each others kids. & then i can call myself a liar all i want, because ive had the therapy to combat those thoughts. my mother has not had therapy very often / doesn't let herself accept she has any problems. so when we get mixed up i lose my ability to self-regulate. & start talking down to myself & abusing myself because of how she has treated me in the past. the other day it was more prevalent than it had been in a long time. i dont know, its all a mess. but hopefully this jump will make the right amount of difference. my mother will get physically ill. but i'll be dead & all of it will be over. it will finally be over. also her obsession with children is getting to be too much. & all these years of her saying shit like "i dont have a foot fetish. fetish is a word that means you hate something." & then the memories of my early childhood like kindergarten & first grade / second grade when my dad was letting her come around every now & then but them taking me into the shower & stuff & finding out what it meant to get sick from not having opiates for the first time. & i was just THINKING about my abuse the other night & "oh come on" came OUT of HER MOUTH i SWEAR IT DID but then the next day she told me she thought someone was in the house. its the ghost of my schizophrenic father & he has come to take me to hell. read every hospital note you can of mine, its in there. hes covered in mud & sticks & he is rotting away & he has come here to take me with him to hell. & the voices give me locations & numbers & names of people to hurt. this isn't just my first rodeo, its my only rodeo, its the only bullshit to ever bullshit in my life. its all been leading up to this.