#and she chose the wrong teenage boy to fuck up

[daily-rubbersoul-redux]

Still crazy to me that Merridith killed someone like for real wtf

"I don't care if I go to hell or whatever, she deserved EVERYTHING she got. Fuck her."

[eddiegettingshot]

no because like his parents assigned him sonhusbandfather when he was just a little boy. growing up was out of his hands. he liked a girl and then she got teenage pregnant and what the fuck do you do about that really. he made his choices as a husband and they were wrong. he decided to go to war because what the fuck else is there except war and ended up shot and broken and with a medal for pulling people out of a helicopter who all died anyway. he asked for time and his wife abandoned him and his child for three years. he worked himself to the bone and his parents thought he was a failure regardless. his wife came back and then he made a choice that didn't matter because she wanted a divorce and then she died in a freak accident. he tried helping his best friend only for him to face a literal tsunami with his child who ended up deeply traumatized in a way he could do nothing about. his best friend filed a lawsuit so they couldn't even talk about it or anything else. he chose to fight and almost killed a man. he went down into that well to save a child and lightning struck at exactly the wrong moment. he chose to try to date again and couldn't love her. he got shot in broad daylight because he happened to be there in uniform. his child ended up even more traumatized so he chose to leave his purpose and his calling behind but that wasn't right either. his best friend got struck by lightning and literally died. he chose to be friends with some guy and his best friend went bonkers. he chose to go to therapy but ended up in a situation the dsm could not have possibly accounted for when he saw his dead wife's lookalike. he chose to end the affair with her but she got fucking bangs and his son walked in even after he did the right thing. his son is rightfully angry at him so he chose to let him go except he can't stop his own parents from keeping the wound open instead of letting it heal. his beloved captain and mentor had a parallel breakdown and now he and his friends are stuck with some other guy who sucks and he can't do anything about it. and there was a fucking beenado as well. Seriously who is getting through all of this except for eddie diaz, who smiles and claps and cheers when he is forced to bear the cross eternally

[paraphwrites]

dead boy detectives is a show about forgiveness and goodness and change. but also, not.

marren isn't a bad person. she's a scared teenager and she accidentally kills her shitty boyfriend and she feels bad about it and she decides to turn herself into the police even though, honestly, she kind of did not have to in my opinion (sorry i know being pro murder is a wild take but this is fiction hush). she chooses to be good and she chooses to take accountability for her actions. but she doesn't forgive brad or hunter because what they did is not worthy of forgiveness

crystal is a dick! crystal's an absolute dick before she's possessed. but once she's taken out of a toxic environment she chooses to become better because she knows she can and she knows she should. crystal isn't a bad person before because she wants to be she is a bad person because she doesn't know how else to be. she doesn't forgive her parents but she does want to fix their relationship

charles is not a bad person, ever, but he thinks he is. he thinks he's a bad person because he was taught that he was and because all the other boy's around him were, so why would he be the exception? charles is not a bad person but he has to learn that. he does not forgive his dad, nor should he, but he also does not forgive himself or process the situation whatsoever. because his arc is incomplete

esther is a bad person because she is made into a bad person. i think we overlook how irresponsible it is of lilith to make an angry, vengeful person immortal - yes, esther was wronged, and lilith didn't think through the potential harm esther could do. after all, i think it is far easier to loose your humanity when you are immortal. esther wasn't a bad person initially but she chose revenge instead of forgiveness and then she still chose to harm other people instead of moving on

simon is not a bad person, he is sixteen. but, he still does horrible, horrible things, and he feels horrible about it. he's complicated. he's in hell. he's sixteen. he's a murderer. he's sixteen. and it all kind of coalesces in this violent swath of guilt and grief which consumes everything, including the people around him, including edwin. edwin forgives simon but simon cannot forgive himself so simon is lost forever. edwin moves on and simon does not and that is that

monty is selfish, not evil. i think he got caught up in the fantasy of liking edwin and chose to ignore the real facts that he was trying to facilitate his death. he played pretend that he and edwin could sit on swings and kiss forever, as if that would stop esther's plan. and when edwin did not reciprocate his feelings, monty decided he should die for that. but, he still did feel a lot of remorse about it and tried to change his mind. the damage was still done, though

dbda is not a show which preaches forgiveness but it is a show which demands you try your best to be kind.

monty was nice but he was not kind. esther was mean but she was honest. crystal was mean because she was angry, and once you took away that anger, she was kind. they're all immortal or sixteen and more often than not both. they're all fucking traumatized. they aren't all trying to be good. some of them are better people than they deserve to be. some are worse people than the rest deserve.

we aren't all trying to be good but dead boy detectives says we should. it also says it's not too late to start trying today. yes crystal was a bad person before. and now she is trying not to be. yes monty was selfish and dangerous before. and now he is trying not to be. yes simon was a bad person before, and now he is so trapped in his own guilt that he is unable to make amends and instead just rots.

we can all be better. and, we can all be worse. change is not inevitable but it is possible and that is important

[ivvyela]

imagine with me, if you will, a nwh potential fix-it involving none other than the multiverse saving duo deadpool and wolverine.

i know, i know - but please, let me cook.

wade and logan now jump across timelines to "fix" things aka travel the multiverse for funsies and deal with the consequences later and somehow end up in a universe where peter parker doesn't exist, but spider-man does. and wade, blessed with the power of "i know this for the plot", immediately knows that is bull. shit. and sure enough, they find one very depressed, very lonely, and very jaded peter parker.

after much annoyance, light stalking, and following spider-man while he's on patrol, they get peter to spill how he ended up in this situation. and after hearing everything, logan breaks the silence with a simple, yet effective: "shit, kid. that... shit."

"yeah, well... now you know, so you can, like, leave me alone."

"nope, not gonna happen." wade shakes his head and tactfully ignores logan's imploring look of what-the-fuck-are-you-getting-us-into-now "i take my job as marvel jesus very, very seriously, so frankly, this is my job to fix your sorry little life, buddy. and if flat-out telling them you exist didn't work, then - "

"oh, i actually... i never told them."

"...come again?"

"i tried to tell them, but i couldn't. so..."

"i'm sorry... your best friend and girlfriend were crying, telling you to come find them and remind them of you, and you chose not to?"

"they're happy and safe without me! i wasn't going to ruin - "

"oh my god. you sweet, self sacrificial, idiot spider-baby. okay! we can fix this! we're no tony stark, but consider us your pseudo daddies for the time being, kid. let's get you your life back."

which is how one very emotional and determined deadpool, followed by a stoic, nonchalant wolverine (who, in all honesty, probably should be completely against this, but once wade commits to something, he can't be talked out of it, and the sooner he gets his fix from this the sooner he can go home, so fuck it we ball), end up in a certain cafe, all up in a poor barista and her friend's face with a cut-out yearbook photo of some kid, yelling "LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT THIS BOY! HE'S SO LONELY! LIKE A SMALL, FORLORN, VICTORIAN CHILD! REMEMBER HIM, GODDAMMIT!"

(their efforts result in two confused and scared teens, and getting kicked out of said cafe.)

peter practically begs them to just leave him alone, that this was his choice, and he's fine with it, but both wade and logan know a lie when they hear one. they both know what being alone can do to a person, and peter is just a kid who got dealt the shittiest cards in life and at this point, it just feels wrong to leave him here without trying to do something. and maybe they both have a small soft spot for the teen, so what?

and peter knows both men can see through his broody, teenage angst front he's been putting up since the spell, and he's tried so hard to hate the two of them, get them to hate him so they would leave, but they're not budging, so really, there's no point in trying to push them away, right?

and so, he lets them in. he learns that while logan is stoic and intense and kinda terrifying, he's also someone who just wants to do the right thing for the people he cares about. he's also lost people, and he blames himself, but he's come out on the other side. he would tell peter about his daughter, laura, who wouldn't let him wallow in self pity because she is good, better than he has ever been. he never saw himself as a father, but she's still around, so he must be doing alright.

and at first hearing it would result in a pang in his chest, memories of thai food after walking into a smoke-filled kitchen, assurances that things will work out when everything feels hopeless, a tombstone that can never convey everything she was, but now... it's nice to hear that logan still had someone after losing everyone.

so, peter listens to logan's stories. in return, peter tells logan all about his mom.

and wade was brash and loud and conceded and really, really annoying, but he's... no, that's it. he's all of those things, but in a weird way, it's like all those bad qualities merge together to make him a good guy. and yeah, he can walk away at any point, he has absolutely no obligation to help peter, but he does it anyway.

("nonono, don't you dare make me some selfless hero type, kid. i know for a fact that every deadpool has a peter. i'm doing this for the me in your world."

"you're... huh?"

"bottom line, i'm a selfish bastard. i'm doing this for me, 'kay?")

peter didn't fight it. he's had experience with seemingly self-absorbed, deflecting type heroes.

wade doesn't replace him, not even close, but... still.

maybe peter will never get back what he lost. but, for the first time, peter sees a light at the end of the tunnel. that, maybe, he can stop being just spider-man, and he can start being peter parker again, too.

(and if there's a barista talking to her friend about how it's weird that two guys would show up holding a photo of an odd customer from weeks ago, demanding they remember him, and despite not knowing him she felt something, and her friend couldn't help but agree, well... that's neither here nor there.)

[ratridingaskateboard]

Tear You Apart

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader!

TW: 18+, wet dream, p in v, cursing, bdsm, sexual acts, sexual fantasies, etc.

A/N: The trigger warnings would be too long if I mentioned every sexual act ever done in this story. We would be here all day!!

Synopsis: Eddie has had a crush on Y/n since the day she stepped foot into Hawkins High School. After constantly fantasizing about her, will fantasy finally become a reality?

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The second Y/n waltzed her way into the main hall of Hawkins High, Eddie was awe-struck. She was clad in a bleached jean jacket capped in patches and pins of metal and rock bands. Many of them Eddie hadn’t even heard of. The Black Sabbath t-shirt she wore had been ripped to shreds, showing only a tanktop underneath. Her plaid red skirt swayed as she walked and had boys and girls anticipating for a gush of wind to reveal what was hidden under that scanty piece of clothing. To no one’s surprise, within minutes of walking in she was quickly pulled into the principal’s office for dress code violations.

The hall had erupted into gossip over who this mystery girl was. No one at Hawkins had a single clue who she was or why she chose their school to be graced with her presence. Eddie had never seen anyone like her in Hawkins, if he had he would’ve known. Just seeing what she was wearing made the blood rush to his cheeks but the second he saw her patched covered jacket he was practically on his knees.

This was his chance to finally get with a girl who he shared similar interests with. Don’t get him wrong, Eddie loved getting laid no matter what type of girl it was. But most girls had little to no interest in Eddie, they just wanted to see what it was like to fuck the school freak. They didn’t complain but they didn’t speak about it either. He was, to put it simply, a conquest. Now he had the ability to be around someone who, he hoped, wouldn’t shun him away like the others.

Eddie’s friends gathered around him at his locker, passing comments about the new girl and her clothing.

“God- I hope they don’t give her a pair of pants to wear.” Gareth hissed under his breath.

“I think I saw her bra underneath her shirt” Jeff added.

“The second you guys see a girl you are like dogs! I am surrounded by barbarians!” Dustin was quick to be the voice of reason. It was hard for teenage boys to view any girl as a person much less a girl who showed a little skin.

“You’re right Dustin. Did you see her jacket? It was covered in Metal patches. She seems cool.” Eddie finally added.

“Sorry Eddie- I was a little busy looking at other pieces of clothing she was wearing.” Gareth said.

Eddie rolled his eyes. One of the things Wayne had taught Eddie once he had reached puberty was to be a gentleman. Apparently, Gareth was not given this pep talk. Obviously, Eddie was attracted to her but he had to push down the want to tear her clothes off in order to form a relationship with her.

Hours had passed and she was still no where to be seen. Eddie assumed the principal must have sent her home with the list of violations she had achieved on the first 15 minutes she was inside the school.

Lunch was no different than usual except for the extra chatter of the mysterious new girl and her fondness for revealing clothing. Eddie pushed the food around on his lunch tray, disgusted by the unknown meat with the rancid smell.

“Hey-“ A gentle hand pressed against Eddie’s shoulder. The smell of cigarettes and vanilla filled his nostrils. Eddie looked up to see his friends wide eyed, staring at this unknown figure behind him.

“I like your Dio patch. That’s my favorite album by them.”

Eddie moved his neck to look at her but he found himself too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. Instead, his eyes focused on the jacket she wore, naming each band in his head- trying to get his mind off the absolute fool he was making of himself.

Shit, her hand was still on his shoulder. His face turned to a shade of red he didn’t believe was possible to achieve unless in scorching hot weather.

“Don’t mean to be an asshole but your sewing isn’t the best.” She traced a line with her finger against the trim of the patch. Eddie could still feel the softness of her fingertips even through the denim of jacket and cotton of his shift. Suddenly, Eddie felt the warmth of her breath against his ear.

“If you ever need someone to teach you, I would love to.”

Her hand moved back to his shoulder and lightly squeezed it, sending spikes of electricity through his spine. Then, she was gone.

Eddie’s face remained just as red as before. His fellow Hellfire members tried to help him regain consciousness but Eddie remained silent. He was stunned. He had never felt so weak. She toyed with him and he didn’t even fight back. He had never felt so powerless. In most situations he had had with girls, he was the one who approached and the one who lead. But, she… she was different.

“Eddie, dude, you should probably go to the bathroom.” Jeff patted Eddie’s shoulder, finally getting his attention.

Eddie looked down to find his dick as stiff as a board in his pants. Jesus Christ, he needed to get his shit together. This girl was messing with his fucking head.

After a moment in the bathroom, Eddie was able to go about his day as normally as he could. He still stumbled whenever he thought of the softness of her hand or the smell of her perfume. But as long as he didn’t see her he was fine. Right?

After Hellfire, Eddie returned to the trailer he shared with his Uncle and plopped himself on his bed. God- was he exhausted. Didn’t know being teased by a girl would make him so tired. His eyes fluttered closed and he gave in.

“E-Eddie please,” Y/n wimpered, looking up at him with big doe eyes, her hands restrained behind her back.

“Please what?” Eddie persisted, his leg pushing in between her thighs, feeling the warmth of her.

“P-Please fuck me!” She huffed, grinding her hips against his thigh. She seemed so helpless now. Her dominance was subdued by him and she had become a mess of herself.

“How much do you want it?” Eddie whispered in her ear, her perfume smelled even stronger when he was this close to her neck.

“I-I want it so bad, Eddie! Please I’m begging you!” She wailed.

He loved seeing her like this. Fuck, it made him feel like he was gonna cum in his pants. He couldn’t make her wait any longer and neither could he.

He started to reach his hand under her shirt when-

He woke up. It was a dream. It was a fucking dream. And one thing he knew about dreams like these, they always end the same.

Eddie lifted his comforter to find his boxers covered with jizz as well as the sheets underneath him. Eddie’s face crumpled into a frown. He had to get her back for this.

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A/N: Dont worry there will be a part two coming soon!!! Hope u enjoyed

[rynnthefangirl]

Okay, okay, I gotta be honest with y’all— I am low key a Larra Rogare defender.

Like yes, Viserys did not deserve what happened to him. He should never have been wed and bed by a 19 year old when he was 12, that is absolutely awful and disgusting. And nor did he deserve to be abandoned by his wife, from what we see of him it seems like he really did try to be a good and loving husband.

But Larra was not the one who asked to be in that situation! Her father forced her to marry Viserys, she didn’t have a choice in the matter. Yes, she could have waited to consummate the marriage, but even then you know her father was pressuring her to get with child. Should anything happen to Viserys, a child would ensure that House Rogare’s connection to the Iron Throne would remain. And she wasnt like some 40 year old woman— she was 19! She was still a teenager herself.

Then she is forced to leave her home and everything she knows and loves to come to a foreign land… where everybody fucking hates her. And don’t get me wrong, Larra 100% could and should have made more of an effort. Her disdain for Westerosi culture and snobbish elitism did NOT help her situation, and I think she chose to wallow in her bitterness and contempt instead of trying to make the best of her situation.

But even still, I’m sure it was very difficult, and some of the stuff she is most hated for I can’t even fault her for. Of course she would want to keep her own gods! They mean something to her, just as the Seven do to the people of Westeros! But rather than acceptance and tolerance, the nobility of westeros just despise her, spreading rumors and hate. And it all culminates with them literally trying to kill her! Her father dies, her House is collapsing, her brothers are arrested, and now the Kingsguard themselves are laying seige to Maegor’s Holdfast to arrest and kill her, with only two teen boys and Sandoq to defend her. Then afterwards, her brothers have to leave, and she is left alone to care for three children she never even wanted, one of them being baby Aegon the Unworthy, who was no doubt an utter menace of a child.

I think she was a miserable and frustrated woman, who like so many was forced into a marriage she never wanted to be in. It’s easy to demonize her because in this case the arranged marriage was to a young boy— an obvious victim. But that doesn’t mean that Larra had any more say than if her father had forced her to marry a 60 year old man. Lysandro Rogare was the real villain do that situation, and Larra was a victim of first her father’s orders and later of the xenophobia of Westerosi nobility and Unwin Peake’s schemes. I think eventually she just got fed up with it all, felt like she couldn’t do it any more, and left. It’s just awful that Viserys had to suffer so much in all this mess as well. But I can only blame Larra so much.

[phantasmiac]

civilian touya who has an awkward relationship with his family. puts the civil in civilian. he got all his angst and rage out of his system during his teenage years, and enji’s been on a self improvement journey for some time now. things should be good now — but he only visits home once every two months (sometimes even less often) and no phone call with him ever lasts any longer than five minutes (unless you’re natsuo. then you get an extra five). and no matter how hard fuyumi or rei attempt to pry on the occasions he does join them at the dinner table, whatever he’s been up to recently is still a mystery for the most part by the time he leaves. touya loves his family, because loving unconditionally is just in his nature. but he spent so much time being angry and pushing them away during his teenage years that he doesn’t really know them anymore — and he can’t bring himself to trust people he doesn’t know.

civilian touya who randomly brings home his hot tattooed gf one day. rei’s eyes are sparkling as she laughs and chats with you, hand resting over your own in that warm motherly way. and the whole time enji’s sat like a fucking statue with an unreadable expression on his face that makes him look constipated. he’s trying so hard not to say oh brother 🙄 so this is what touya’s gotten himself into. he hasn’t gotten to the chapter about conservatism in his self help book. he doesn’t say anything because everyone seems to really like you and touya’s been watching you and his mom talk with a fondness that’s lowkey causing cracks in his stone cold heart. but secretly, he’s betting that this relationship isn’t gonna make it touya’s next visit.

civilian touya who brings you over again…. and again…. and again. enji’s so bewildered and stressed at the fact that he was wrong it’s comical. and he has yet to voice his concerns to anyone else bc he doesn’t want to look like an asshole so he just has this ongoing bet with the voice inside his head that you and touya are going to break up any minute now. everyone else has joined touya in being infatuated with you because you’re great — but also because touya’s now started to visit more often and there’s a constant grin on his face that they haven’t seen since he was a little boy. and enji swears he won’t fall for your little tricks! he’s absolutely livid when a chuckle escapes him at a juvenile joke you made. scandalized by the fact that he’s a little curious about the meaning behind one of your tattoos — you’re not gonna get him to ask 😡

civilian touya who announces that you’re five weeks pregnant a year and a half into your relationship. rei cries. because she’s going to be a grandma, of course, but also because he actually chose to share the news with them instead of suddenly disappearing to some foreign country to raise a family in secret — something she’s convinced the touya before you would have done just to avoid being open with them. and enji, thinks this might just be his aha! moment. having a baby this soon, out of wedlock? bound to fall apart. for once, he hopes he’s wrong.

civilian touya who has one hand stabilizing the smiley, toothless baby girl sitting on his lap and the other holding your left, thumb rubbing the aquamarine gemstone on your ring finger. enji watches his firstborn dote on his own and silently reminisces the first few months of touya’s life. he remembers being full of love for someone for the first time in his entire life, and being terrified; it was all more than he knew what to do with. touya seems to know exactly what to do with it all when he coos at his two girls. love was never a challenge for him — just finding somewhere to place it.

★ a/n: i wrote this with the panel from 388 in mind and that’s the ONLY reason shouto isn’t mentioned. ily bby it’s not what it looks like

[beebobeebo]

Title: Mama's Boy

Fandom: Justified

Characters: Tim Gutterson, Greg Gutterson (erstwhile brother), Timothy Gutterson (father, POS), and Lara Gutterson (Mama, not great)

Warnings: Character Study, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Smoking, Drinking, Child Abuse, Abuse... Listen Tim's dad is just awful

Notes: I will someday rewrite this.

Summary:

Drawing a bead on the boy he was.

If no one knows they can't argue.

Tim's smoking. He hasn't smoked since he's been stateside, but Mama dying had knocked him off his game. Dragging all that up made him long for hours lying in cold dirt waiting for a flicker of movement so he could solve a problem.

He had done well at the funeral. He looked appropriately sad and shook hands with people who never lifted one of theirs to help her or him, then he repacked up his shit and went straight to Kentucky.

After unpacking he realized he needed black socks for work. Once in the store, the liquor was just there and the cigarettes had been at the checkout. It was all too easy.

Thanks, consumerism. Good thing Tim put holes in all those bastards to protect his right to be drunk, coughing, and in matching socks all in one go.

“Greg, it's all yours. I don't want any of their shit.”

His brother pressing him to take mementos of his own personal hell was not helping his mental state. He flicks the ash into the toilet bowl at his feet and sticks his hand back out the bathroom window of his new, minuscule apartment. Perching atop his commode wasn't ideal, but he didn't need his clothes to smell like smoke tomorrow. “Hey, hey, you can forgive him for beatin' the fuck out of you, but I'm still angry about what he did to her. Your mother wasn't around so you didn't see the welts and bruises on her whenever you did anything he decided was wrong.”

“Tim, these aren't my things.” Greg's voice is strained and tired as it leaks out of the phone’s tinny speaker.

“Mine either, burn the shit, sell the land, and send me my cut. I need to buy a suit.” Tim gives up on the cigarette, dropping it in the bowl as he hops down to go grab the bottle he tucked in the freezer.

“Some of these things are yours. I can't believe you don't want anything of hers. At least her bible-”

Tim drops the phone beside the fridge as he yanks open the freezer. “Greg, you don't know me or my life, but I need you to understand I don't have time for this. She chose him, so she died a long time ago for me.” He pulls the bottle out of the freezer where it has crushed his bag of pizza rolls. Dinner was going to be lumpy.

“Timothy-”

“Greg, I have killed people for less than callin’ me that bastard's name,” he says evenly. They both know it's true, but Greg likes to play the game where Tim is a petulant teenager and not nearing thirty.

“Okay. Okay. You hate Dad. You hate Lara for some bullshit reason you won't tell anyone. You're distinctly not family.” Greg's exhale of frustration makes the shitty pay-as-you-go phone vibrate on the kitchen counter. “I will sell everything and send you a check.”

“A cashier's check. I don't want his name on it.” Tim pulls one of his three glasses from the cabinet and pours a questionable amount of vodka in it. He knows Greg is going to make some bid to remind him he is Timothy Gutterson’s child.

“It's our name, too,” his brother insists. “You can't just pretend nothing ever happened. You weren't born at Fort Benning.”

“You're right. It's obvious,” he says, forcing his voice to be low and sincere. “I don't have the accent. Dead giveaway.”

“Tim.”

“Bye, Greg.” He hangs up the phone before adding a legitimately sincere, “Go fuck yourself.”

He has now spoken to his older brother four times. That's three times too many. Two of those were within the last week. Three of those were as an adult. Three of those were about Tim's parents being dead.

“Shit,” Tim says as he gulps the cold liquid.

The outlier of the talks was as an eight-year-old. Greg wanted him to admit that their father abused Tim. The problem was he'd never raised a hand to him, which is what that meant to a child. That wasn't how you got to Tim anyway. His father understood that in a way that Greg never could. Tim would have welcomed every hit, slap, and punch to keep his father's hands off his mother.

Tim loved his mother violently. She had been the only person to truly love him, to know the things his father called him, and to cover his once small body with hers.

He takes another deep drink. Mama had been the one to find him clinging to Will Holt like a wet t-shirt. If he had grown up in a more tolerant household, he might have been grounded for being fifteen and being a moron who didn't realize that his doorless room was not the place to experiment in broad daylight, even if Mama was at the store. As it went, Mama just stared at them while Tim dragged a shirt back on and apologized over and over. She didn't say anything and just walked away. He hoped foolishly that had been the end of it. Embarrassment.

He rolls the glass between his hands letting the sharp cold cut through the memories. After that, it's a blur of her whispering to him that what he was doing was a sin while his father made snide remarks about being a real man even as he struck his wife. The day his father asks Tim what he did wrong to end up with a queer, a mama's boy, for a son, Tim breaks. He throws a punch that is more force than skill and his father staggers backward. He laughs at Tim's best effort. He swears anything Tim does to him, Mama will feel tenfold. Then he does the cruelest thing and asks Mama if she can still love Tim after knowing what he's done under their roof. She doesn't say anything. She can't manage to nod her head for her son. His heart cracked. He lived his life doing everything he could to save her from his father's hands, and she couldn't say “Yes.”

“Fuck you,” Tim says to the empty apartment.

That was the day he decided he needed to get as far from that Midwestern hellhole as possible. His plan had always been to run somewhere. He would run, and when he got settled, he'd get Mama on a bus. They'd make a quiet life. No one would punish them for someone else's actions. The sins of the son not visited upon the head of the mother.

But that day? That day, he decides he's going to kill his father because he can't leave her with him, but he can't imagine her willingly living with a son she doesn't love.

Like any early millennial, he turned to Netscape Navigator to find a way the fuck out of there. The Army. It doesn't take him long to learn that the Army came with a gun and a different court system that would be keen to put him down once his father hit the dirt. You just took a test. One of those standardized bastards that public education had started foisting on them with regularity. He just had to score high enough for placement, but not high enough to draw attention. Middle of the road that shit.

After three long years of being a ghost in a home that he only shit, showered, and slept in, he did it. He was good at it. Spending your whole life listening to every order down to the inflection of a syllable prepares you beautifully for being a cog in the military machine. It means you're attentive. Not able to sleep because you might get yanked out of bed at any hour? No, you're alert. Never complain because you know it won't do any good. Goddamn it if you aren't resilient. Don't talk back because you fear the consequences down to your marrow. No, you're a polite motherfucker, Gutterson.

Tim downs the rest of the glass and fights the urge to throw it at the wall. He should have used the plastic glass from the chicken place. He could chuck that bastard all day.

He had progressed, had excelled. There was talk of the RASP after he had a couple years under his belt. He could already hit every target thanks to Galaga earned hand-eye coordination and the hyper-focus of rage. The rest was just pushing himself to the physical brink. That was a goddamn Thursday.

Then his fucking brother calls him. He tells the clerk he doesn't have a brother at first, confusing them both so much that he just agrees to take the call out of politeness. He doesn't get out more than the sound of clearing his throat before Greg starts in.“Come home. Dad's dead and Lara’s a mess. She says she needs you.”

Tim holds the phone against his ear for a long minute. “The bastard's dead? She kills ‘im?”

“No! What‽ He had a heart attack. It was probably the smoking. Jesus, Timothy, come home.”

Tim doesn't even consider going home. He gently puts down the receiver without another word and decides to start smoking.

It's a bad habit, one he only does when he drinks, but he has to burn the bastards down for taking his kill shot. It doesn't hurt that it's an excuse both to remain silent and to talk as necessary. Useful. Tim respects useful things.

That blip between basic and the world going to hell for everyone else, too, is just full of running, digging in, and raising a gun. Then suddenly he's twenty and heading to a country he'd only idly noticed on a globe.

He rinses the glass in the sink and sits it on the counter. He figures it's sterile and he doesn't know where the dish soap went. Who else is going to use it anyway?

He grabs his phone and shoves it into his pocket. Greg would probably call back. Tim would probably ignore him. He could only handle a call every nine years or so.

He had to get to bed.

Tomorrow he gets to step into a new world where not a soul knows him. He's not some scared mama's boy with a hairpin trigger and enough skill to back it up. He can be Tim Gutterson, sniper for the Rangers, new guy, nice enough when he's not talking out his ass. Keeps to himself.

It'll be fine if he just keeps to himself.

[ohbo-ohno]

babygirl bo <3 I have some Qs to which I beg you provide some As (I need me some of that deep bo lore)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

babygirl lumi i love you so much. you're welcome to any lore you want

🍄 does puppy play count as a hc? because i write ghost calling soap "pup" as a kink thing but i also very much so think he'd just Do that.

if that doesn't count, then i'll say that one hc i swear by is that ghost is a freak but soap is 10x freakier and he's into literally every conceivable abuse ghost tries to commit agaisnt him.

also i think soap is suuuper smart but in a really specific way - can't spell for shit, but that man can rattle off college level math like it's nothing

🥤 is SUCH a good ask because now i can rec my fav cod x readers <3 (i know it says fic or author singular but you're getting multiple fics in place of me trying to tag authors and inevitably forgetting someone)

cod fics (but not the people i usually link because this post is already too long):

Baby Blue by kechiwrites (ghost x reader)

Taste by Sweet Deciet (ghost x soap x reader)

The Hand That Feeds by anonymous (ghost x soap)

Hypnotized (Fuck It) by ANTchan (ghost x soap)

Where Moonlight Meets the Sea by MildLimerence (ghost x soap)

Not More Than Once by WhisperedWords12 (ghost x soap)

NOT cod fics, but one for a few fandoms i love:

Declensions by dustorange is THE dick grayson origin fic. if there's one fanfic i wish i had written, it would be this

the first step of kintsugi by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup is a peter parker & frank castle fic and im not sure it'll ever be finished but it is just. god it is perfect and probably my favorite fic of all time

anything by cupcakemolotov is gonna hit like no other for klaus mikaelson/caroline forbes. i love her so so much like she is my IDOL

ALL MOUTH. by themilkteeth is like the epitome of what a good darklina fic is. it's soooooosososo good i want it injected into my veins

the Blood Apron series by sciencefictioness is a great overwatch fic, but you really don't need to know the characters to enjoy the story! another one that'll never get added to, but i love it a lot

🥐 i don't like the lotr movies but there's a moment in the first (?) one where aragorn (?) is singing to himself and frodo (?) asks "who is this lady you sing of?" and for some reason i literally cannot watch it without keeling over in laughter. it's so fucking stupid

🪲 ohhhh we have beef for this one. i hate you a teeny tiny bit for making me write (/j). added it below the cut!

ok quick edit here but. i thought that said 500 words so uh. sorry but there's 500 words here instead of 50 lmfao. im a fool!!!!!

ghost x soap (cw for (legal) age gap)

He takes another look at the kid, now that he’s not planning on throwing him off the property. He’s got a bit of bulk, probably just recently started working out, and there’s a cocky energy coming off of him. Ghost would bet this is far from the first time he’s robbed someone with this little ruse, probably thinks he’s the smartest burglar in town. Too bad he chose the wrong man to try and trick this time.

Ghost straightens from the doorway, rolling back his shoulders and standing tall. The kid isn’t short by any means, but compared to Simon he’s practically little. Odds are he’s still got some growing to do, but for now Simon gets to enjoy the way he can loom over the teenager.

“No one ever taught you to respect your elders, boy?”

Oh, the kid doesn’t like that one. If he were a dog, his hackles would be fully raised, but he’s left settling for curling his lip back in a snarl. “You think just cause you’re old I have to respect you?”

“I think you’ll respect me because you’re on my property. That and I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you keep the attitude up.”

The kid flushes, either from rage or the innuendo. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think just because we’re out here alone you can say whatever you want to me?”

“Of course not. We’re out here all alone, which means I can do whatever I want to you. And I will, if you don’t get off my property.”

The kid looks him up and down, then visibly steels himself. Ghost bites back a smirk. He’s not used to being underestimated, but he finds he doesn’t mind when it means getting to see the kid play at being his equal.

“What do you think you’ll do if I don’t go?”

Oh, Ghost can’t wait to beat the attitude out of the little brat.

He doesn’t let the kid see how much the rudeness is getting to him, intentionally keeping his face flat and unimpressed. “What’s your name, kid?”

That permanent scowl doesn’t shift, even as a flash of confusion crosses his face. “...John.”

Ghost nods. “Alright, Johnny, if you don’t get off my property, I’ll take you over my knee and teach you what your daddy should’ve.”

It’s nearly impossible to keep from grinning when Johnny’s mouth pops open in surprise, the flush creeping further up his neck. “You- you’ll- who do you think- you can’t-”

Ghost reaches out like he might slap Johnny, instead snaps right in front of his nose, sharp and loud. “Spit it out, boy. I don’t feel like listening to a kid learn how to speak all night.”

Johnny’s letting himself get worked up, and not doing a good job of hiding it. His teeth grind and he shifts from foot to foot, like he’d like to try and attack Ghost. He’s apparently smart enough to know how idiotic that would be, and Simon finds he’s almost disappointed.

[connectionterminated13]

OOOUUAGAHW YES TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT CLAY

This is so fucking long sorry man

Well he was born and raised in hurricane son of the police chief, who was the son of the former police chief going back like 10 generations-

Clay's early life was boring the most interesting thing to happen to him at that point was His good friend Emily being swept up with some kind of hippie girl, And leaving hurricane behind Will he set off to the police Academy and got married to his high school sweetheart Betty!

Clay passed the police Academy's exams with very average normal grades. And somehow immediately out of the Academy got a job as police chief of hurricane (not because of his connections to his dad why would you say that?!). Clay was great at being The towns police chief mostly because like nothing ever happened there. He busted one teenager for trying to spray paint The local convenience store and that was like the most interesting thing... Until his wife got pregnant and he became a father!! Him and Betty chose the name Carlton. And Carlton just lit up his world even more...

around 1972 Emily Officially returned with her new husband Henry and her husband's friend William. The 3 of them working together had transformed Emily's parents Garbage diner into A Lively New diner with funny singing robots! Clay never really becomes close friends With William or Henry but they spent a lot of time together since all 3 of them had sons that were the same age. Clay thought Henry was weird but well-intentioned and William was funny and interesting and Had a nice accent....

And so everything continued like that. Family barbecues and elementary school concerts. Clay continued as a normal suburban dad who lived in a very very boring town and rarely had to do anything. And then Charlie died.

It was the most horrifying thing Clay ever saw. He had watched this girl play with his son on the monkey bars not a week earlier. And there she was. Blood mixing with the puddle forming beneath her one stab wound to the chest. He had to look his son in the eye and tell him why his best friend wasn't going to be coming School anymore.

And yes of course Clay tried he's a cop that's what he's supposed to do! He looked around and investigated but all of it was dead ends... And yes maybe he could have looked into it more maybe he could have poked more at William but Clay new William and William would never do that. William was a good handsome kind man.. So what would be the point?

After Charlie things calm down again sure the town is scared but it's just one tragedy. Life go on. The only serious thing clay has to deal with is Michael Getting a bit too violent with John which though undesirable.. boys will be boys! So as you can tell everything's going pretty well considering a child murder happened nearly 2 years ago. And oh no turns out Michael killed his own brother by accident! And now there's legal proceedings and Clay has to testify and it's horrible.. But then of course William comes in and explains what really happened. You see Michael's friend in the Bonnie mask Ibrahim was actually the one who planned the bite and it wasn't Mike's fault at all. So that's just what Clay said.

After all he knows William and he knows Michael.... Michael's just a boy who's having a tough time after charlie's death and Fell in with the wrong crowd.... So it's fine... And the real bastard behind poor Evan's death gets locked up in juvee so it's fine! But after the bite nothing's the same. Clay just has this feeling that something horrible is going to happen if he lets his guard down for even a minute.

And he's sort of right when Clarice Afton William's wife dies in her sleep. Yes maybe you should have investigated it more but William was really sad and What is it his business to dig up a man's dead wife??

But despite all of that Clay was relaxed moving in to 1985 and then the missing children's incident happened. That was probably the worst week of his life.... It started with Susie. Susie's mom Patricia Came into the police station freaking out and clay was used to this because the crazy local protective mother. But then Jeremy's parents came and Fritz's parents came and Gabriel parents came and Cassidy's parents came. All 5 of them gone... They scoured the entire town for those kids. There were search parties and giant missing posters and local broadcasts. Clay did everything. Except checked the back of Freddy. William told him that the red stuff leaking out of the animatronics was rust and it wasn't anything to worry about and clay believed him. Even though all the kids went missing at Freddy's... Because William wouldn't Lie like that. But people didn't agree with him, they thought Henry was to blame since the kids went missing at his restaurant and because of his erratic behavior after Charlie's death. This included his wife Betty who told him point blank that he was a horrible cop and a worse man for not just arresting Henry on the spot since it was so obvious he did it.

Because of the missing children's incident clay's mental health and his marriage continued to crumble. He spent countless hours even after the investigation was closed trying to figure out where those kids went. He even checked the amatronics and William was right it was just rust.... But despite all of this clay tried to continue on like everything was normal for his son and the town even though like half of it absolutely hated him for not just arresting Henry. And then Elizabeth disappeared at Williams's new restaurant opening... Just like before clay did his best to search the town up and down. And again he couldn't find Her.... His wife Betty got fed up at this point and told him to just go and investigate Henry's house for goodness sake! Clay refused saying there wasn't enough evidence and their marriage got 10 times worse.....

And Things get even worse when 3 teenagers Jeremy Fitzgerald, Fritz Smith and Samantha langtree Break into Henry's house as revenge for their dead sippings, And blabber some nonsense about Henry having a robot girl thing That bit Samantha in His dead daughter's closet.... Clay honestly doesn't know what to do with them since Henry doesn't want to press charges and they are just kids and it was a mistake and he can't really prove for sure it was them though he's like 85% sure so he compromises with William and Henry and makes them work at the pizzeria for this summer.

And he feels really good about himself solving the issue until oh my God the bite of 87 happened and more children are missing!!! The town is in freakout mode again as 5 more kids all suddenly go missing at the pizzeria and Clay tries to look for them and find a suspect! He Arrest Kimberly Hines (Phone guy In my AU she's a transwoman) Which makes perfect sense she's odd and has a deep voice and stubble And this one of those people so it was probably her.... Except actually he has like no evidence and has to release her a week later.. And now his wife is extra mad at him for not arresting Henry and they get into a big fight and they start the divorcing process...

Over the next 5 years Clay gets a divorce. They're absolutely miserable. Even though hurricane is quiet again with the divorce and the general uneasiness from the missing children's incidents Clay is a complete and utter mess. And then one night at the local bar juniors he runs into William. He hasn't seen William a lot since 1987 but knows that life hasn't been going good for him either. His daughter is presumed dead his son is dead and his other son ran away like a coward to live with his mom. (But of course because William's so kind he took in a child from a previous relationship he didn't know about named Vanessa) And so they start talking about life and being dad's and how much things suck and then they're drunk and they're kissing and then oh no oh no things happen at Williams home that Clay is confused and horrified by (Gay sex happens)

And so William and him getting to one horrible horrible relationship. Since him and his wife are already divorced and his son has moved out clay moose in with William and they start being a gay couple which confuses and horrifies clay because he thought he was a heterosexual man into William just came along into his life. And for a wild relationship is actually really good.. It makes clay stop thinking about all the missing children and horrible things that have happened recently! He even starts getting William's daughter Vanessa into police work which is really awesome!

And things continue being nice until 1997.... It was around Christmas time. Clay was going downstairs to get some of the decorations. He found one of those things William made. It was some kind of horrible black shifting sludge of teeth and eyes clinging to a robot. He found his journals in the bloodstains and all the other horrible things in that basement.

When William got home there was a fight and William kicked clay out and clay didn't arrest him immediately. He should of but he couldn't. There had to be some explanation for it William the loving William who had loved him for nearly 4 years would never do something that horrible.... But that time wasted couldn't be got back since William disappeared. Clay spent a bit looking for him but it was no use. Eventually news got out and people thought that William had killed himself that was the narrative that clay was bringing up because he wanted to find William and kill him for what he did. Michael and his mom took William's house and were planning to clean it out and sell it. (Clay of course took all the incriminating stuff out of there to look it Over beforehand)

After months of searching Clay went to the old pizzeria. He began investigating slowly but before he could reach the safe room something grabbed him by the neck. It was the puppet the one Charlie had died next to so many years ago. And it was her and it hated him. She slammed him about for a bit before stabbing her hand right through his chest.

And as the consciousness finally slipped fully from his body Clay could swear he saw an angel looking down at him with hate....

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Proluge

September 28, 1995

Maureen Prescott stood at the front, watched as her secret lover got in his, and back out of her driveway. Her husband was gone on a business trip. Her daughter was out with her friends soon to return. Once Cotton Weary's car disappeared out of her sight, she shut the door and walked up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with her husband and climbed into bed. Unknown to her, there were two teenage boys hiding in her closet.

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis waited in Billy's girlfriend, Sidney's, bedroom. They watched as Cotton Weary and Maurren walked out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. They waited until they were out of sight before quietly sneaking across the hall and I to Maureen's bedroom, hiding in her closet and waiting for her to come back upstairs.

Billy had found out a month ago why his mother had left him and his sister alone with his father. A man had found him and showed him a video of his father at a hotel not far from Sunrise Studios. He stood outside of a room on the second level, and when the door opened, Billy was in complete shock at first before anger took over. His girlfriend's mother, Maureen Prescott, opened the door and kissed his father before pulling him into the room.

They had been having an affair for weeks, maybe months. He didn't know who the stranger that showed him the video was, just that he wanted revenge on Maureen and came up with a crazy scheme to kill her. Billy fought with himself for days just thinking about it. But the more he did, the more it pissed him off. So he took the strangers advice and recruited his best friend Stu Macher. He was easy to manipulate into doing anything.

He also knew that deep down, Stu had a dark side to him. The stranger suggested having a partner, so if something went wrong, he had someone to put all the blame on. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do that, but he would if it meant getting away. At first, he joked around with Stu. They watched a bunch of horror movies one night at Stu's place, and he casually brought up how it would feel to kill someone.

Stu was all for it talking about how he'd sometimes imagine stabbing someone and what it would feel like the hit bone. He told Billy that when he would go hunting with his dad how he would sometimes imagine that he was gutting a person instead of a deer. Billy knew he chose the right person to be his partner. "What if we actually did it? We could watch a bunch of movies, take notes, make up a plan, and follow through."

At first Stu laughed it off like he was joking. "I'm serious. If we do it right we won't get caught. Just one person, just to see how it feels and that's it. Come on, man, you can't say you wouldn't love to do it. You're just as fucked up as I am." Stu thought about it for a few minutes before slowly nodding and letting a huge grin spread across his face. "Yeah, okay, let's do it. But who would we kill?" Billy sat back, smiling at the thought of finally getting his revenge.

That's how they ended up where they are now. Just a little convincing on his end that if Maureen were to stay around, she could possibly break up Stu's mom and dad. Sure, his parents were never home, but his parents were happy together and loved their kids. It took a little effort to convince him, but eventually, Stu agreed. After all, everyone in town knew Maureen Prescott was a whore.

When she walked back into the bedroom, crawled into bed, and turned the lights out, the boys waited for ten more minutes before they quietly opened the closet doors and hovered over the queen sized bed. They both gripped a Buck 120 hunting knife with an eight inch blade in their gloved hand. Billy pulled him up until it was level with the side of his face and brought it down hard, stabbing Maureen in the chest. Her eyes shot open at the sudden white hot pain that shot through her.

Before she got the chance to scream, Billy stabbed her again and again. Stu gripped his knife, wrapping both hands around the handle, bringing it up over his head, and bringing it down into her stomach. He repeated his actions one, two, three, four more times before stepping back. They both watched as she slid from the bed, falling onto the beige carpet, staining red with blood.

They let her think she could make it to the door by pulling herself across the floor before stabbing her repeatedly again. When she was finally dead, Stu cut her from groin to sternum, gutting her and leaving her like that. Billy looked across the room and smiled when he saw the dark blue dress coat on the chair in the corner. Cotton Weary had left it there, forgetting to pick it up and taking it with him. It was perfect. They had already planned on framing him. This just helped them succeed in it.

When they heard a car door shut outside, Billy slipped the coat on, and they rushed downstairs. Stu snuck out the patio door on the opposite side of the house so as to not be seen while Billy waited for Sidney to get closer. He wanted her to see him leave wearing the jacket so when they found it in Cotton's car, she would identify him as the one she saw leaving the night of the murder.

When everything was all said and done, Stu dropped Billy off at home, his sister was alone, and his father was still at his office. He couldn't wait to see the news in the morning. He would rush to Sidney's side and comfort her and be there for her. He would act as a supportive boyfriend. Only that wouldn't be enough for her to pull away from him later one when they word got out that not only was Maureen Prescott brutally murdered, but was also raped beforehand.

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 2

Propaganda why Dean Winchester is insufferable:

Really mean to Cas (called him a child, zero respect for him, calls him family and casts him out when the angels are looking for him), and an absolute dick to Jack (threatening to kill him CONSTANTLY)

>Was a misogynist (loved to call women skanks, bitches, hoes)

>Used gay as an insult multiple time during the show's run (idc if he's gay an homophobic, that's still insulting)

>Beat up his brother for being possessed

>Beat up his brother for losing his soul (not his brother's fault)

>Used dubious consent to get his brother possessed in a different unrelated possession incident after possession was being used (badly...this is supernatural after all) as a metaphor for SA

>Threatened to murder his brother when he was hallucinating (yay we aren't ableist)

>Locked a child up in a box

>Threatened to kill the child he locked up in a box

>Made a creepy, sexual comment about a barely-legal high school girl

>Got the woman and kid he was living with memory-wiped

misogynistic scumbag. theres also a few different times that dean finds teenagers sexy with the most recent and prominent example that i can recall being the scooby doo crossover episode in season 13 where hes super into daphne who in the version they chose for the episode is 15-16 and is interacting with her as if shes a real person cause they got magicked into the episode. he treats everyone around him like shit and the only time the narrative agrees that thats a bad thing is when he has the mark of cain put on him and hes acting no differently than he does usually its just now acknowledged that hes treating others like shit. ive been rewatching the show for shits and giggles with a friend and wow he really does not treat anyone well but i wanna focus on how he treats sam for a second cause dude's hobby seems to be ignoring what his brother wants and lying to sam about doing stuff that directly concerns him the demon blood and souless things are reasonable cause those were both Bad for sam but theyre still part of a wider pattern and the most prominent example of this being when dean tricks sam into letting gadreel possess him and actually gaslights sam about it with the whole ordeal ending when its revealed gadreel lied about who he was and while possessing sam murders a friend of theirs. his voice is just also stupid as fuck im sorry this is just petty but he just sounds like hes trying so hard to be gruff n intimidating but he just sounds like a kid pretending to be batman

Dean’s list of sins is crazy long because of how long the show ran, but the key thing for me is that post-locking Sam in the bunker (season 4 I think?), I just can’t enjoy their relationship anymore. I normally love their sibling dynamic, but Dean’s ultimate worst past-the-point-of-no-return moment for me was demonizing (pun intended) his little brother for being “addicted” to demon blood, which only happened because of a series of events that were either Dean’s or someone else’s fault, not Sam’s. I also really dislike how the fandom treats Dean like this angel (pun intended) who has done no wrong and even tries to justify the MULTIPLE times he’s beaten up and otherwise abused his little brother. Canon Dean is like the polar opposite of fanon Dean: he’s homophobic and racist (jokes about a Black man being sexually assaulted in prison), misogynistic (take a shot every time he calls a woman a slur and you’ll die of alcohol poisoning), and abusive.

Propaganda why Erika Shinohara is insufferable:

Doormat of a character

Impulsive liar, would rather take candid picture of a boy she didn't know than to admit friends that she's single, Naive to the point of being stupid, worst masochist rep since the 50 Shades of Grey protag

[noelssluttt]

I saw this beautiful edit of noel character on huff and want to talk about it ,Huff was the first thing i watched of noel after shameless , made me want to throw up , it’s the first episode of season 1 of HUFF

Trigger warning ⚠️ the story of this character is very explicit

he’s a teenager called sam who have been going to this therapist for a while the therapist will call huff ( he sucks btw)

He talked about coming out to his parents , telling them he’s gay , his dad screaming at him and his mom crying yelling ( what did they do wrong )

Then sam talked about speaking up against his own mom , for being a predator and teaching him how to tongue kiss and making him promise not to kiss anyone else then her ,And her calling him a liar

WHAT ANNOYS THE FUCK OUT OF ME IS THE FUCKING THERAPIST

He chose this moment to call sam out that he “ lied “ about their reaction and that he’s exaggerating what happened ,Sam get rightfully upset, and call out huff for standing with his parents , and how could he? After everything. sam only person he could talk to is huff and now huff made him feel unheard ,Just like he’s at home , where everyone is calling him a liar and no one is listening , that was his last straw, he took a gun from his pack back screaming ( who cares? This is not worth it, and who gives a shit? ) then shot himself in the middle of the therapist office.

I was so fucking upset hearing him talk about how he’s gay and into men and his parents and what his mom did to him , huff reaction was cruel! This kid is crying and shaking in front of you because his mom called him a liar, for what she did to him. And you fucking choose to tell him what he just said to you is not real? And he basically lied??? I hated the character so fucking much couldn’t even finish the episode let alone the whole show , he’s one of the reasons that young boy lost his life, idc even if he really did exaggerate why that moment? Where he’s already in such a bad place ? How did you think yeah that’s okay to talk about? As a therapist you failed this kid if you have no sympathy you suck as a therapist

It’s been 2 years since i saw the episode, but I’m still upset about it.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

Like, Shameless has an issue with biphobia but Debbie is not an example of that. She was a lesbian the whole time, struggling with comphet and a household of older siblings and parents who were very openly having casual sex. Of course, she'd be rushing the have sex with boys as soon as she became a teenager. That's all she saw.

(There's nothing wrong with casual sex, it's just that Debbie had seen mostly that.)

THIS! FUCKING YES, ANON! YES!

kids who grow up in the environment she grew up in tend to behave the same way she does, or the same way fiona, lip, ian, carl, or liam do- but y’all aren’t ready for that convo yet.

and as you said, unfortunately, shameless is a very biphobic show. we got some bi characters, and i don’t know how good the representation is because i’m not bi. the characters we have are monica, frank, karen, v, and caleb. all i know is that caleb is pretty shitty representation because he used his being bisexual as a way to cheat on ian, however ian’s response to that (which was probably just the writers talking about their views through ian, which they do often) was very biphobic.

but you’re right, debbie isn’t an example of that, and people think that she is, which is stupid because she says shes a lesbian SOOO many times throughout the show, especially in season 11. for example, “hot lesbian convict”.

if you’re going to rant about biphobia in shameless, you have a plethora of characters and scenes to choose from. debbie is not a bisexual character. when she was figuring herself out, she didn’t necessarily say it was out of the question (but ian still turned her down because unfortunately he hates bi people because again, the writers chose him to use for their biphobic beliefs) but eventually, by season 10, it is out of the question. she’s lesbian.

[miniaturenightmareharmony]

I'm in a polyamory relationship with two of my siblings.

My sister (23), myself (22), and one of our younger brothers (21), are in a consensual relationship with each other and raise our children together.

For whatever reason, growing up, the three of us had at various points expressed interest in marrying a sibling. Most people wrote it off as harmless fun, even as we reached puberty and started to explore each other.

All of us had grown up in a single parent household with our mom, who seemed younger than other moms to have four kids. We also never really met any other family, even though we knew we had grandparents and an aunt. I had a few fuzzy memories of being super young but living somewhere else first that our mom denied.

The year our brother turned 12, we found out how she was able to be a single mom and still be able to give us a fairly comfy life, despite not a lot of adult supervision. We were all supported by our father, who was also our moms father. She had given birth to all four of us before she even turned 18, and our father had moved her out once she was a legal adult, but paid for us to keep quiet.

Well, prior to that, we had just explored each other but had held off on full penetrative sex. Instead of being disgusted with the news that our mom was our half-sister, it seemed to add fuel to the fire. No one had really talked to any of us about protection, so before much longer, my sister and I both sported baby bumps at ages 13 and 14. Our mom was mortified and pulled all of us out of school to be homeschooled so we couldn't tell anyone what we had found out and what was going on in our house.

Early the next year, we both gave birth within a day of each other to our first daughters. I guess our mom thought taking care of newborns would keep us from fucking each other again, but she was wrong. Not long after, we both sported our second baby bumps.

My sister stopped after giving birth to her second daughter, or at least seems unable to conceive again. My brother and I kept repeating the cycle after I gave birth to our first son. We were horny teenagers who mother had to work and despite also being parents, we found time.

As each of us turned 18, we were thrown out of the house with our "sinful" children. We had stayed in contact with each other and made plans to raise our children together.

My sister has two beautiful girls who are 7 and 6. I have three girls who are 7, 4, and 2. Four boys who are 6, 5, 3, and 1. Our next child is due next month.

We've since been in contact with our father/grandfather, and he helps here and there with money when he can. We found out that his wife had no problem with him impregnating our mother, as it meant she didn't have to have anymore children. Our mother had agreed to have children for her father originally, but I guess didn't realize he meant they would also be her siblings. She chose to leave when our youngest brother was 2, so he never got to see us grow up.

He's a great grandad to our kids, and said if needed, he could help supply us with more. - N

[confessions-official]

[TW for abuse; misogyny; slutshaming; transphobia; biphobia; intersexphobia]

I dated a woman because I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with the abuse, the cheating, the possessiveness and the slutshaming. I was raised to believe that all women were like sisters and wouldn’t do this to each other.

Instead, my girlfriend Constantly compares me to other girls. I’m intersex, so I’m very androgynous looking and she talks about how she wish she had a girlfriend who had big boobs and was “actually pretty.” I never tried to conceal my intersex condition from her. I guess she thought I was binding my chest or something and got freaked out to find out that yes, I am that flat. she makes lots of comments about how I look like an ugly short teenage boy.  I was never particularly confident about my appearance but after being with her for two years, I feel like the ugliest person who ever walked the Earth. 

Found out she’s also a terf and if I had any idea I never would have dated this girl in the first place. Idk if she went terf while dating me or if she always was and chose to conceal this from me til after she moved in. She’s convinced I’m a trans woman, thinks I used to have a penis and is now trying to accuse me of tricking her into sleeping with a man when she’s the one who wanted to have sec with me in the first place

She’s called me a dirty whore for having slept with a man king before I even met her and talks about shit like “male residue” and other bullshit. She has super puritanical views about sex that I didn’t know about until she moved in with me and has been taking them out on me. She called me a slut for using tampons and sneered and was like “I bet that they made your pussy loose and that’s why your ex boyfriend dumped you.” Said sdisgusting things like she bet that to a guy sex with me must feel like “throwing a hotdog down a hallway.” I thought I would never have to hear shit like this from a woman. That’s why I dated a woman in the first place.

She seems to hate everything about me, but at the same time flips out if she catches me talking on the phone, any of my friends or family. She accuses me of sleeping around with all my friends.

Anytime something goes wrong in her life I’m to blame. If our doordash gets delivered to the wrong address, I get screamed at. If she ripped a hole in her favorite pair of pants, I get screamed at. If the screen door gets jammed shut because she kept it she fucking screams at me and sometimes hits me. The only reason I’m still with her is because I can’t afford rent on my own. If I ever break up with her, I’m not dating anyone ever again, because I feel like the ugliest, most revolting undesirable person in the world.

I don’t think I’m ever going to feel normal again. When it comes to dating, people expect you to look like one binary sex or the other, regardless of gender and when you’re something like me that has mixed traits, people freak out.  It feels like being in a relationship being the way I am is just setting myself up for abuse.  My ex-boyfriend was nasty about it too but I thought that was just because he was a dude.  I thought a woman would be more excepting of this kind of thing. She was supposed to be safe.

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